#that little hook at the end never really straightens out

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End of the day, end of the year.

Flynn heading home.

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Special day

Summary: It’s your husbands’ birthday meaning he’s off work today and you’ll have all the free time you want. Since it’s his birthday you want to do some special for him.Its a day he may never forget!!

Genre:Fluff,smut

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : established relationship, idolhusbandChoiSan, Wife!femreader,teasing, pet-names (jagiya, sweetie, sannie, baby), explicit content, blindfolding, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, love-making, rough sex, unprotected sex (Stay protected pls), cussing; banging against the wall and mattresses/bed squeaking, choking, spitting, manhandling, just a good fuck and tuck.

Ps:ITS SANNIE BIRTHDAY, my mann is growing on me👏🏽😭. Since it’s his birthday i wanna do a little something special for ya!! He is 25 omg, but anyways Happy birthday sannie.😘

J pov

—Hyung don’t you think it’s a little too early, it’s freaking 7:30 i’m the morning.— shaking your head as you continued to push the shopping cart. —Janae we have to be up early if we want the surprise to turn out how we want it y’know.— Hongjoong adding the birthday supplies into the cart.

—yeah but still, im still a little tired.— seeing that joongie payed you no mind you just got on your phone to pass time.

—Hey joong umm sannie just texted me.— you looked up to see him already looking at you before he walked towards. —What did he say?—Opening up your phone you showed him the message as you began typing.

Sannie🏔️:jagiya?

You: yes baby?

Sannie🏔️: where are you? it’s early and i don’t see you here.

Looking at hongjoong for help as you don’t know what to say . —Don’t look at me.— shrugging his shoulders with his hands on either side. —Joongie what am i going to say ? technically it’s your fault.— He looked at you with one hand on his chest with a face expression of offense.

—Just tell him you’ll be there soon.—

—But what if..okay— as you do what you’re told but sannie just kept texting, which isn’t shocking.

Sannie🏔️: where are you tho it’s early.

Hello??

Baby😢.

You: Sannie pls baby, I’ll be there soon i’m otw i promise.

Sannie🏔️: Okay i guess.

—okay he stopped texting now.— you guys make it to check out to pay for everything, while you guys got settled into the car you called Wooyoung.

OTP: -woo?-

—janae where are you san is getting on my last nerves.—

—i’m so sorry woo, we’re planning a surprise party for san and i need you guys to get him out the house for a while;while we set up the party.Pls woo?—

—where do i take him?—

—Anywhere woo just get him away from home.—

—Okay i got you.—

—thank baby.—

-your welcome janae now hurry.—

With that the call ended. —Okay joong i got woo & the other guys to take san out so we can set things up at home.— hooking your phone up to the bluetooth.— Great because we’re bout 5 mins away.

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—JOONG HURRY!— turning around giving you a side eye. —Don’t give me no side eye.— taking the cake out of the fridge, you placed the candles on top. —Janae go get ready ill finish this up.— taking the rest of the candles out your hands thanking him before heading towards you & sannie shared room.

J pov

After taking me a quick shower and putting on my lingerie i received a ft call from sannie.

—Fuck.— in panic mode i happened to find a robe nearby that i rushed to put on. Setting my phone up straightening my hair up a little bit i answered the phone.

Sannie🏔️:Took you a minute to answer.

You: yeah i’m sorry i just got out the shower.

Sannie🏔️: So.. does today seem special to you?

Knowing what he mean i pretended to act oblivious.

You: Umm no, i don’t think so.. is it supposed too?

Sannie🏔️: Jagiya? are you serious?

My baby look so sad rn i just wanna kiss him all over his face and tell him how sorry i am but i can’t! not rn.

You: What?

Sannie🏔️: You really did forget.

uh ohh..😬

You: What baby?

Sannie🏔️: Nvm, we’re otw i’ll see you when we’ve arrived i guess.

You: okay baby i love you.

Sannie🏔️: Mk.

With that being the last thing said, the call ended. San always says i love you back…unless he’s pissed😬…oops.

knocked back into your senses you see joongie walking towards your room.

—Hey they are right down the street did you find something to wear?— Standing up, you walked towards your closet to pick out a black bodysuit — Yeah just let me put it on.— Closing your closet door your hear joong yell from outside.—Come downstairs when you’re done.— you hear him leaving and the door closed behind him.

Rushed putting on my clothes i spray sannie fav perfume before running over to my full body mirror in the corner of the room to check myself out. Grabbing my phone i took a couple a pics to post before going down stairs.

—Okay i just got off the phone with hwa , they’re here.— He ran to cut off the lights while i hid behind the couch. Shortly after we’re both hidden, the boys walked through the door.

—woo did she really forget?— aww he sound so sad. —San i don’t know you’ll have to talk with her.— Joong gave me two taps on my thigh indicating to get ready. counting down from three in my head.

3…..2…..1….

—SURPRISE!!— the lights flickered back on as the boys including hovering around him, But his eyes stayed contact with you as left to go get the cake.

………

While the members sat in the living room watching television and chatting with each other, you felt two arms hug around your waist with a head in between your neck. Turning around wrapping your arms around his neck you kiss him a couple times while his arms gets tighter around you. —I thought you forgot my birthday.— he mumbled into the kiss before pulling away.

-No baby i would never, i just didn’t wanna ruin the surprise we had planned for you.— placing a finger underneath his chin rilling him in for another kiss.

It continues for a while with his hands gripping your ass lifting one leg up placing his bulge on your covered cunt before grinding into you slowly while one hand is on your neck.

—okay baby that enough for rn.— pushing him back while he let out a little whine. —How about you go tell the boys that it’s time to eat?— he stared at you for a while before shaking his head in agreement stealing a kiss from you before runnin off to the boys.

J pov

i watched as he left to go over to the boys. he’s just so sweet and deserves so much love. Knocking myself out of my daze, i turned to get everything ready and put food and cake on each person plate.

—Baby the plates are ready.— i yelled while placing each plate on the table for everyone to grab. They came in all at the same time to get their food & they all gave their thanks.

San pov

—Mmh, this food is so good..— i watched as the members agreed with me, some even slapped their head back.

I saw as my jagiya left out the kitchen with her plate in her hand and walked towards the living room where we were.

—hey baby.— she pinched my cheek before sitting down on the couch behind me. —Hii.— she said looking down at me.

I got up to sit down beside her on the couch before leaning in the place a kiss on her lips.

—Ya’know baby, i thought you’ve forgotten about my birthday.— i told her with a pout. — Like i told you before, i would never san.— she grabbed my face and gave me a couple pecks.

Her lips is so addicting, i’ve got so caught up in the moment that i didn’t realize that the room have gotten so quiet until my jagiya pulled away.

—Finally, you guys go get a room.— Woo young yelled hitting me in the back of my head.

—who wants to play mario cart?— Mingi shouted wanted to change the subject.

The guys all agreed while i just sat there. I want one last thing for my birthday, i just gotta plan how to get it.

J pov

Watching the guys play mario cart as i’m patiently waiting for my turn, san left to go grab a blanket as he claim that he’s “cold”.

Leaning my head back onto the arm rest, san made his way back into the room and layed down on top on me while placing the blanket on top.

—San baby you’re heavy.— Wrapping your arms around his neck, you gently draw circles on his back.

He rises up slightly placing your legs around his waist as he placed his arms over your head. He lean down to kiss you softly with doing so, only soon turned heated —I want you. i just want you for my birthday.— he moaned softly with grinding on my cloth clit.

—babe the boys are around!— i whispered but loud enough for only him to hear .

—Let’s go to the bedroom baby pls, i need you. please.— he whined putting his head between my neck placing soft wet kisses.

—Umm guys, me & san are heading to bed goodnight.— i watched as the boys faces are confused but continued to play the game while i grabbed sannie, making our way to our shared bedroom.

As we entered the room making sure the door is locked. San pushed you against the wall kissing you roughly.

—Fuck i need you janae.— he pulled back to remove his shirt and his pants only leaving on his boxers.—Come here baby girl.— You walked towards him as he sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you. He pulled you towards him softly before saying,—you look so good baby but i need you to take this off for me, hmm?— He gave your ass a soft squeeze before giving it a spank.

Backing away, you slowly remove your bodysuit and as you removed it, you saw san get up from the bed and walked behind you. You felt him grab your waist as you removed the bodysuit from your body, leaving you in your matching purple lingerie set you wanted to surprise him with.

—Sit on the bed sannie, i wanna give you something special tonight.— pushing him back onto the bed you walked towards your dresser pulling out a blindfold. Walking back towards him you got in his lap tying the blindfold around his head.

—Just relax and enjoy baby.— you push him back softly as he put his hands behind his head biting his bottom lip.

Your hands softly rubbed against his chest rubbing down to his stomach and then his v-line. You hear as his breathing became heavy and his hips grind up wanting to feel any friction.

—jagiya pls.— he removed one of his hands from behind his head to grab the waistband of his boxers tugging softly, licking his lips. Lifting your hips up you grabbed his boxers before dragging them down his legs. You climbed back on top of him seeing his reddened tip as it dripped precum.

Grabbing his dick, you slowly moved your hand upward and downwards seeing as he twitched in your hand. You stick your tongue out, softly licking the tip swallowing the precum before closing your mouth around his tip sucking softly moaning against it from the taste.

—Fuck jagiya,— he groaned putting one hand in your hair making a ponytail form before pushing your head down softly. — go lower baby.— he told you in a low tone which sent chills down your spine onto your dripping core.

Doing as you’re told, you began to go lower and lower until all of him is in your mouth. —mmhhh, feels so good baby, fuck keep sucking.— his grip on your hair tighten as he legs started shaking a little.

—Daddy’s gonna come soon. Fuckkkk babygirl.— he held your head still as he began thrusting up going deep down your throat. Hearing you gagging is bringing him on edge as his moans getting louder. Shortly after, you felt his hot steamy cum run down your throat as you started drinking his cum.

Taking the blindfold off of him, you climbed back into his lap before locking your lips onto his as he griped your waist tearing your underwear off. He lined his tip at your entrance as grabbed your throat with his free hand.

Entering slowly for you to adjust to his size, he made eye contact with you before speaking. —Gonna fuck you so good jagiya all you’re gonna remember is my name.— He said against your lips. Catching you off guard he suddenly thrust deep inside your core leaving an expression on your face making him smirk.

—Fuck sannie.— You moaned softly as you grabbed his bicep to hold onto something from the extreme pleasure. He gripped your hips harshly fucking into you hard before giving you a couple of harsh spanks. His grip still on your neck he pulled you towards him to locking your lips together before biting and sucking onto your bottom lip.

—You like that, hmm? Feels good baby?— kiss you softly. —Yess sannie, fuck you fucking me so good babyy, omggg.— moaning loudly as he flipped you over leaving him to be on top. —Who do you belong to? hmm?— Seeing as your moaning loudly and can’t speak correctly, He thrust into you harshly bringing you back onto earth before asking again.

—Answer me sweetie.— Giving you another harsh thrust, he gripped your chin lifting your head up to looking at him biting his lip. Giving you another hard thrust, your eyes closed and rolled to the back of your head as you began to scratch his back mouth hanging open.

—Who do you belong to hmm?— he began fucking you at a fast pace while still gripping your chin shaking your face a little to bring you back. He spat in your face and your mouth slapping you slightly. He grabbed your legs closing them to place them on your chest leaning forward to hit deeper inside you. You both moaned louder from the position

—jagiya,— gripping your hair harshly while giving your ass a hard spank. —I’ll ask again hmm?—spanking you again as his pace sped up making the bed squeaky and bang against the wall multiple times. —who.do.you.belong.too? hmm? hmm jagiya?— he place a hand on your stomach and press against it softly and felt his bulge in your stomach.

—i belong to you sannie, fuckkkk i belong to you. I can’t take it baby, slow do— Your cut off by him going faster inside you.

—i’m gonna cum babygirl.— he slowed down but his thrust is still hard. he spread your legs a little to place his thumb onto your clit rubbing in small circles. You moaned loudly as you felt your stomach tightened up and your legs shook.—fuck cum for me baby. i know you want too.— You went over edge and came all over san and your stomach, your juices rolled onto the bed as your legs shook fiercely before san pulled out as you moan loudly from the emptiness.

He went down on you spreading your legs wider before sticking his tongue out licking your clit softly. Your legs shake from overstimulation as he looked up at you watching your expressions before suddenly sucking harshly.

Your legs closed around his head tightly but soon was forced open. he began eating you out, licking, sucking, whatever he knew that made you feel good. You felt like you were going to explode from too much pleasure. moving your hand down you pushing his head away from you as your slowly climbed up.He sat up a little dragging you down by your thighs before placing his head back between your legs. your hands still moving to push him off as your moaning loudly. He suck harshly making you grip his hair hard.

He grabbed your wrist holding them against your stomach while still sucking. Feeling the mixer and pain and pleasure, you put your feet on his shoulders kicking back softly. Going nowhere he still sucking on your clit harshly before removing his head. A string on drool still connected ,he held your wrist with one hand to free one of his hands and placed two of his fingers at your entrance.

You looked down at him with your hair messy and your body sweaty, you see him looking at you before entering his fingers inside you gunning in and out. He smirked up at you while speeding his pace up. —Look at you jagiya, you look a mess. You’re taking what daddy’s giving you so well.— while fingering you, he attached his lip back on your clit licking and sucking. Sped his pace up, the room became quiet with nothing heard but the squelching noise that’s between your legs and the sucking and slurping noise from san.

Moaning loudly your legs shook harshly as you squirt over his face. Still fingering you through your climax. He looked back up at you before pulling his fingers out giving you a spank on the cheek. He leaned up to place his lips onto yours slipping his tongue into your mouth. placing his hand on your throat squeezing softly as he grinding onto you making you moan, he looked into your eyes before saying,— i’m not done with you yet baby, but your doing do well for me don’t ya think? hmm?— moving your hair from your sweaty face.— we’re almost done baby m’kay.—

Pecking your lips softly he grabbed your arm harshly before turning you onto your stomach. Slapping your ass a couple of times before grabbing your hips lifting you up. He spread your legs leaning down to kiss and lick your clit a couple of times gripping your ass. Leaning up he lined his tip up at your entrance before thrusting in harshly. Holding on to the sheets you moan loudly in a trance while he gripped your hips going faster.

—fuck baby, you feel so fucking good. just wanna fuck this pussy all day hmm.— one of his hands reached forward to grab your neck while the other one pulled your hair which made your head lean back and your back arched deeply. your hands reached up in the air unable to grab anything while tears run down your face and drool falling from your face.

— haha, if only you could see yourself jagiya, what a mess you are on my dick baby. Fucking you so good baby, what’s my name hmm?— thrust into you harder and faster your toes began to curl up as your eyes rolled back into the back of your head as your yelled san name out loud sounding like a trance. —fuck i’m gonna come babygirl. are you gonna come with daddy baby? hmm? like a good girl your gonna come for daddy?— speeding up his pace he put his index finger and his middle finger in your mouth making you choke on it.

Your juice squirts out and you’re getting closer and closer. San spanks your ass again harshly and placed his hand in the middle of your back pushing you down to go deeper. His cock began twitching inside of you as he leaned forward laying his chest on your back so your chest on laying on the bed. He thrust into you harshly as he put his hand over your mouth to hush you. He started making marks in your neck and your back leaving hickeys.

He grabbed your hair with the same hand that was over your mouth and pulled your head back before connecting your lips leaving sloppy kisses while still thrusting into you. —i’m cumming, im cumming baby fuckkkkk. IM CUMMING.— he stopped his paced as he shot his hot load into you as his legs shook. you both moaning together while he held you tight grinding a little to empty himself slowly pulling out laying beside you as you both breathe heavily.

—Happy birthday sannie.— wrapping your arm across his chest leaning up to place a soft kiss on his lips which he softly returned. Having a soft and sweet make out for a while he pulled back slightly before saying, — Thanks jagiya, i’ve gotten the best gift i could ask for, from my beautiful wife.

You both lied there in a comfortable silence before getting up grabbing his hand softly. — Let’s go get cleaned up baby.— He follows behind you with his hands around your waist as his head in your neck placing soft light kisses as you made it inside your bathroom bending down to cut your shower water on. You felt something hard against your ass as you felt him grind softly.

—Really sannie?.— reaching up to slap him softly against his chest. —Sorry jagiya, you’re just so hard to resist.— kissing your neck walking back until you’re bout under the shower head.

—I love you jagiya.—

—i love you too.—

—it’s a special day hmm?—

Yes it is…The End

A/N:Im sorry for any mistakes that are made while writing. If there are anything that’s misspelled i’m sorry forgive me😭. I’m a little late on posting this for my husband’s birthday but i’m posting it now.👏🏽👏🏽

Happy birthday sannie🏔️💕.

𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖟 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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Jester Stole His Thorny Crown

Chapter Nine

He never had a choice in his life. His dreams were nothing more that that. Dreams. But then he met a lounge singer at his brother club and everything changed.

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Warnings: slightly suggestive but not really

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Esteban Ocon was bringing her dinner. She hadn't met him before, but he'd been in the lounge once or twice. His height made him unmissable.

But why the hell was he bringing her dinner?

"Charles said to bring this to you," he said as he placed it on the table in front of her.

She stared at him for a moment, eyebrows raised. And then she leaned forward in her seat and checked inside of the bag. "Charles asked you to bring this to me?"

When he nodded, a grin lit up her face. "Holy fuck, that's so cute," she mumbled and pulled the food from the bag. "Where is he tonight, anyway?"

Esteban shrugged his shoulders. "Doing something for Lorenzo, I think."

It continued on in this manner for a few weeks. Charles would bring her dinner and, if he couldn't, Esteban would (she'd gotten to know Esteban pretty well since he started bringing her food. He was funny, somewhat easy to get along with).

But her favourite evenings were the ones with Charles. He'd get there early for his own piano lesson (could you call it a lesson if the piano ended up abandoned and she ended up on his lap?) and run out for food between her performances.

She'd developed a habit of running late for the second half of her performance. But Charles was just so convincing when his fingers were dancing to the side and hooking her underwear to the side.

But Arthur was starting to catch on. Arthur was starting to get annoyed.

It wasn't often he got to watch her perform. She might have been one of his best friends, sure, but he was a busy guy. But every time he'd been at a performance recently, they were behind schedule, by a lot.

He couldn't pretend he didn't see his brother making his way backstage between every performance. Plus, the lounge was getting more complaints than normal (which wasn't a lot of complaints, but Arthur was used to none).

It was a Thursday when he finally decided to follow his brother backstage. He saw the small pastry container Charles was carrying (because, face it, they couldn't have take out every single night) and followed him to the back rooms.

"Aha!"

It didn't have to be such a dramatic, "gotcha" moment. But Arthur was "French", everything he did was dramatic. "I knew it!"

They weren't even doing anything. But the two were still like deer caught in headlights, frozen as Charles went to open the pastry box.

"Arthur," she started. "What?"

He gestured to the two of them. "I knew it! I knew this!"

Her eyebrows were raised and she spared a look at Charles before turning her attention back to Arthur. "Knew that your brother sometimes brings me pastries as a way of thanking me for the piano lessons I've given him?"

Arthur's face dropped. "What? No," he insisted with a shake of his head. "I know about you two, I know that you're doing the nasty."

She repeated the words back to him, just so that he could hear how ridiculous they sounded.

As funny as keeping up this charade was, Charles was becoming bored. Not bored in the sense that he wanted to find something else to do. But why shouldn't Arthur know? The sooner Arthur knew, the sooner he could bring her around to meet his maman. Only good things could come from Arthur knowing, he thought.

So, Charles spoke up, interrupting them. "Would you be angry?" He asked his little brother. "If there was something happening between us?" His hand fell into her own and he laced their fingers together.

And suddenly, Arthur straightened up his posture. He'd expected Charles to like her, of course. But this was all happening very first. And it was affecting his business, and that was what really got to Arthur.

"You guys can do whatever you want," he said honestly, "but don't let it affect my lounge, or I'm kicking both your asses out of here." He checked the time on his watch. "Speaking of, you need to get back on stage."

She stood, held her hand to her head and saluted. "Yes sir," she said in jest.

Before she could run off to the stage, Charles had a gentle grip on her wrist. He used his free hand to tear a piece of the muffin away from the rest and held it up to her mouth. Gratefully, she took it. "Love you," she said through the mouthful as she fixed her makeup, but it came out more like 'wov oo'.

And, as she ran off to the stage, Charles sat back in his seat, staring at the door she had excited through. There was a certain amount of shock on his face as he ran his hands through his hair.

"Don't tell me that's the first time you guys have said it," Arthur mumbled as he sat down opposite his brother. The soft, melodic sounds of the piano filled the room.

Charles swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. It had been a matter of weeks. God, a month and a half ago she'd been terrified of him. Surely she couldn't love him.

But that was what she'd said, wasn't it. She'd said she loved him. Why would she have said that if she hadn't?

"Well," Arthur began as he reached across the table for the rest of the muffin (he couldn't help but be surprised when Charles actually let him take it), "do you love her?"

It wasn't the most comforting thing Arthur could have said. But would telling Charles that she hadn't meant it romantically have made it worse or better? Either way, that wasn't what he said.

Charles didn't answer. He kept his head in his hands as he stared towards the door.

Arthur offered him a piece of muffin (of the muffin Charles had bought). "Relax, she won't be offended if you don't say it back."

"She won't?"

"Probably doesn't realise she's said it."

"She doesn't?"

Arthur gave his brother a sympathetic look. "Come on, let's get you a drink and watch the rest of the show."

***

He'd only had two drinks the night before. And Charles was grateful for that. He wouldn't have survived this meeting with Lorenzo without it.

"You want me to what?"

"Go to Italy," Lorenzo repeated.

For the life of him, Charles couldn't fathom why. The Leclerc family had deals in place with the Ferrari family ever since the first Monaco Grand Prix. They'd never crossed paths again. Not until now, anyway.

"If the Ferrari's think they can screw us over, they've got another thing coming," said Lorenzo. He threw a folder in Charles's direction, one Charles slid into the inside of his jacket.

The Ferrari's were car manufacturers, not a crime family. This might have been the easiest assignment of Charles's life. That was why he found himself running to her apartment, folder still tucked in his jacket.

The 'love you' incident hadn't played on his mind anymore since Arthur had calmed him down. It wasn't a romantic moment, so why should he overthink it? He knocked on the door and waited patiently, keenly aware that he was patient for nobody else.

And then, dressed in pyjamas, she pulled open the door. She barely got a 'good morning' out before Charles was on her, cupping her cheeks as he kissed her.

"Come with me to Italy," he said as he pulled away and pressed his forehead against her own.

Her eyes were lighting up from the very idea of it. "Seriously, Charles? You seriously want to take me to Italy?"

"Of course I do," he answered. "I can get Arthur to get someone in to cover at The Lounge, can get him to give you holiday pay and stuff. Just, let me take you away."

She didn't have to think about it much, did she. "Okay," she said, grin splitting across her face as she nodded. "Okay, yes, take me away, Charles Leclerc." She pushed him onto her sofa and pounced.

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More Than Enough [Bob Floyd x Reader]

A Single Dad Bob Fic

Summary: The first two times Bob Floyd ends up in your emergency room he’s a mess. You never expected him to return a third time. But when he does, it changes everything.

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x OC 

Warnings: Medical setting, blood and needles, cursing Word count: 4.4K 

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“We’ve got another one.” 

You sighed, lifting the hair from the back of your neck and fanning it before clipping your hair up and straightening your scrubs. “Be there in a second, Liz.” 

Your charge nurse nodded, waddling away from the desk and you pushed back from your chair, wandering down the hall, knocking lightly before walking through the door on the right. 

“Hi,” you said, grabbing the chart from the folder on the wall and stepping further into the room. “I’m Y/N, I’ll be your nurse today.” 

“Hi.” You looked up. His voice was deep and gravely and insanely sexy despite the fluorescent lights of the ER and the sterile aesthetics of the triage room. The patient on the bed had sandy blond hair that was combed back neatly and a pair of wire glasses that slid down his pert nose. His pink lips were curled up in a delicate, shy smile, large hands spread out on either side of his body. “How are you?” 

You laughed, skimming the clipboard chart one more time before setting it down near the sink. “Better than you, Mr. Floyd, by the looks of it. Says here you have a hook in your foot.” 

The man nodded, lifting his left leg and you saw it immediately: an old fishing hook sunken into the flesh toward his ankle. You grimaced while putting on a pair of gloves. 

“And how did this happen?” 

“Playing football on the beach,” he said as you poked at the skin around the hook. “Just stepped somewhere I shouldn’t have, apparently.” 

You nodded. “Well, Mr. Floyd–”

“Bob,” he said. 

You smiled. “Bob. I’m going to give you a shot for tetanus. We’re not sure where this hook has been, so better safe than sorry.” 

Bob winced as he watched you dip the syringe into the glass vial of medicine. 

You sat down on the rolling stool and reached out, pushing up the sleeve of his shirt from his upper arm, rubbing a circle spot with an alcohol swab. “So beach football. That sounds fun.” 

“I, um, I play with my team.” Bob closed his eyes as you slid the needle into his skin, pressing the depressor slowly. 

When you pulled it out, covering it with a fresh cotton ball, reaching for a band-aid, he kept his eyes closed. You patted his arm softly. “Mr. Floyd, you’re doing just fine.” 

His eyes shot open and he smiled, embarrassed. “Sorry, I’m a major wuss when it comes to needles.” 

“Most people are,” you said, examining his foot. “What kind of team? Like a rec league?” 

“Oh, no,” Bob said as you cleaned around the entrance of the metal hook on his foot. “My squadron. I’m in the Navy.” 

“Really?” You pressed down on the top of his foot, looking up at Bob. He caught your eye.

He nodded. “Aviator, ma’am.” 

“What’s that like?” you asked. Just as Bob opened his mouth to reply, you yanked on the hook, eliciting a sharp grunt from him. You shook your head with a sad smile. “Sorry, better not to see it coming.” 

“Think you’re right about that,” Bob said, his voice a little higher than before. 

You smiled sweetly up at him, pressing against the wound with cotton to stop the bleeding. Bob laid back against the bed, looking a little more pale than before. “Mr. Floyd?” 

“Bob,” he gasped. 

“Bob,” you repeated. “Are you feeling dizzy?” 

“Not a fan of blood, either,” he muttered and you looked down to see that blood had soaked through the cotton you were holding. You quickly switched it out.  

“Lay back for me,” you said softly, “and close your eyes.” Bob did as he was told and you wrapped his foot gently once the blood had stopped flowing from the wound. You ran the sink with cold water, dampening a towel and folding it up, placing it gently on Bob’s forehead. He sighed audibly. “There. Just try to relax, OK?” 

He chuckled. “Not a very good first impression, huh?” 

You smiled even though he couldn’t see you. “I’ve had worse.” 

Just as you were about to open your mouth and ask about his personal life, the door swung open and a beautiful brunette entered the room with a little girl on her hip. Your heart sank in your chest as she set the toddler down and watched as the toddler rushed to the bed. “Daddy!” 

Bob’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled brightly. “Hi Sugar.” 

“She insisted we follow you,” the brunette said. She was gloriously tan and chiseled, wearing just a black sports bra and a pair of small athletic shorts. She turned to you with a grin. “How’s our boy doing?” 

“He’ll be just fine,” you said, trying your hardest not to be jealous of this perfectly kind stranger who just happened to be the wife of your patient. But you also wanted to claw her eyes out and claim him as your own. 

“Daddy, you fainted.” The little girl had her hands on the sheets where she could reach and Bob leaned over, trying to scoop her up, but couldn’t quite reach her. 

“Here.” You crouched down next to the little girl. “Want me to help you get on your daddy’s bed?” 

She nodded enthusiastically and you smiled, lifting under her arms, plopping her against the sheets and Bob’s waiting arms. You watched as Bob enveloped her in his embrace, veins and muscles on his arms rippling as he held her tight. 

The brunette cleared her throat. “Floyd, I can take Andie home, depending on how long you’ll be here?” 

Bob turned to you. “Y/N?” he asked and you liked the way he said your name instead of nurse or hey you or even ma’am. “How long do you think?” 

“I just want to keep you here another fifteen minutes or so, make sure you’re reacting OK to the vaccination and you’re no longer a fainting threat, and then we can get your discharge papers completed. Won’t be more than an hour.” 

Bob nodded. “I’ll take her home, Nix, don’t worry about it.” 

The brunette put one hand on her hip. “You sure?” 

“Yeah, I’m sure. You want to stay with me, Sugar? Or do you want Auntie Phoenix to take you home?” 

Andie clung to Bob’s side. “I want to stay with you, daddy!” 

You caught the auntie part of the conversation. As you swapped out his gauze for a bandage you looked quickly. 

No wedding ring. 

Things were looking up. You smiled as the brunette leaned over, kissing the top of Andie’s head. “OK sweetheart, you can stay with your daddy. Floyd, I’ll check on you later. Bradshaw will drive you home, OK? He’s in the waiting room.” 

Bob nodded. “Thanks. Tell him we’ll be out soon.” Bob turned to you as Andie settled in his arms, her gaze already on the TV in the corner. “Sorry, that’s my pilot, Natasha.” 

“She’s pretty.” 

Bob flushed. “I, um, I was going to say the same thing about you.” 

You loved that he was flustered. In his arms, Andie stirred. “Daddy? How much longer?” 

“Just a little bit, honey,” he said. “Do you want to wait with Uncle Bradley?” 

She shook her head. “No, daddy, want to be with you!” 

“OK Sugar,” he said, looking up at you sheepishly. “Sorry, she’s three and a little antsy.” 

You waved one hand in the air. “Don’t worry about it. She’s adorable.” You finished your note on his chart. “Well, Mr. Floyd, you’re going to be just fine. In about fifteen minutes, the floor nurse will come in and get you the discharge papers and you two will be free to go.” 

Just as you were about to turn on your heel, Bob’s voice caught you. “Y/N?” 

You turned. “Yes?” 

He looked down at Andie’s blonde head and then back up at you and sighed. “Um, thanks. For everything.” 

You smiled but it was thin. “Of course, it’s my job.” You waved. “Bye sweetheart.” 

“Bye!” Andie’s sugary voice rang out in the sterile room. 

You turned on one heel, flattening yourself to the hallway after shutting the door, letting out a breath. For a moment, you had thought he was going to ask you out. But of course he wasn’t. Who were you kidding? A gorgeous pilot with a daughter? He was surely off the market, even if he wasn’t wearing a ring. 

You opened your eyes just in time to see an incredibly beefy guy slide down the hallway, his brown eyes landing on yours. He grinned, white teeth, slightly crooked smile. Fuck, he was beautiful, too. What was going on? 

“Hi,” he said, stopping in front of you. “I, uh, I’m looking for Bob Floyd’s room?” 

You hooked a thumb to your left. “Right there,” you said. 

He grinned. “Thanks.” He didn’t make a move to leave. 

You pushed yourself off of the wall and nodded. “Anytime.” 

The mustache man followed you with your eyes as you walked away from the room, as far as you could get from the tiny little corner of the hospital that was inhabited by the most beautiful people you had ever laid eyes on within a ten minute span. 

Back at the nurse’s station, you collapsed into your chair. 

“I know that look,” Liz said, eyebrow raised. 

“What look?” 

She shook her head, grabbing for her water bottle. “Watch out, sweetie. There’s only one reason you could possibly look like that?” 

“And how do I look?” 

“Fucked.” 

***

You hadn’t been able to get Bob Floyd out of your head. That’s why, two weeks later, when he rushed into the ER in the middle of the night, you blinked rapidly, convinced that the night shift was melding with your subconscious somehow. 

“Hello?” he called out into the hallway and you rushed forward, noticing that he had Andie in his arms, her face pink with anguish. “She won’t stop crying and throwing up and oh my God, I don’t know what’s happening.” 

“Put her down here,” you said, leading them to a bed and drawing the drapes tightly. Andie rolled onto her side, clutching her abdomen. “Hi honey. I’m just going to take a look at your belly, OK?” She nodded, but continued to cry as you lifted up the hem of her pajama top, touching her distended belly gently as she cried out. You looked up at Bob. “It’s most likely appendicitis but we’ll need a CT scan to confirm.” 

Bob ran a hand through his hair. He looked much more disheveled this time and you almost wanted to sling an arm around him, pull him into a hug. He looked like he needed it. 

“Let me call down to radiology, we should be able to get her in immediately.” 

You stepped toward the phone on the wall, speaking quickly, eyes on Bob as he hovered near Andie’s bed, whispering softly in her ear. 

“Another nurse will come and take her down in a minute,” you said gently. 

Bob looked up. “Can I go with?” 

You shook your head and his face fell. “I’m sorry. But you’ll get to see her before she goes into surgery.” 

“Is there anything you can give her for the pain?” he pleaded. “I just, I don't know what to do.”

You nodded. “We’ll give her some medicine before the procedure and after.” 

A knock on the door stole both of your attention. “Mr. Floyd? I’m here to take Andie down to radiology.” A short nurse with her hair tied back smiled at the door. “Are we all set?” 

“Yes.” You looked at Bob and Andie. “It’ll only be twenty minutes, I promise.” 

He nodded, leaning over and kissing Andie’s head. “I’ll be right here, baby, I promise. Be good for me, Sugar.” 

“Daddy!” she cried and you saw how it gutted him. 

He swallowed the pain. “It’s OK, honey. You’ll feel better soon.” 

And then they were wheeling Andie’s bed out of the room and Bob collapsed onto the chair near the wall, head in his hands. You waited a moment before walking over, squatting down and pressing one hand to his knee gently. “Hey. She’s going to be OK, I promise.” 

Bob looked up and you saw tears in his blue eyes. He wiped at them. “I’m sorry. There’s nothing scarier as a parent than rushing your kid to the ER in the middle of the night.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” you said softly. “I can’t even imagine.” 

“Do you have kids?”

You shook your head. “I don’t.” 

Bob sighed. “I never thought I wanted kids,” he whispered, like a confession. “And then Andie came along and she changed everything.” He paused. “She’s my entire world. I can’t explain how helpless I feel watching her in pain knowing it’s out of my control.” 

Your hand was still pressed against his knee. “She’s going to be alright,” you said. “I promise, nothing bad is going to happen.” 

“Thank you.” The two of you hovered there for a moment, eyes locked on each other. And then the door swung open and you stood up quickly. 

“It’s a ruptured appy,” the nurse said. “We’re taking her down to OR two.” 

“You have to let him talk to her first,” you said and Bob looked at you, surprised. “He has to tell her it’s going to be OK. She’s scared.” 

The nurse nodded hastily. “Fine, but do it quickly. Dr. Roberts is already scrubbing in.” 

The three of you trailed down the hallway to where Andie laid in a bed near the elevator, another nurse speaking with her quietly. Her eyes flicked to Bob immediately, widening with recognition and comfort. He reached out, stroking her hair. “Hi Sugar,” he whispered and you could hear in the pits of his voice how much he was holding back. “Listen, the doctors are going to make you better and when you’re done with your nap, I’ll be waiting for you.” 

“With a toy?” she asked, her voice light and soft.

Bob smiled. “Yeah, honey, with a toy.”

“Promise, daddy?” 

Bob nodded. “I promise. Be right here when you’re done, OK?” 

Andie smiled and Bob pressed a kiss to her forehead before she was wheeled down the corridor, through the double doors at the end of the hallway. He turned to you with sad, wide eyes. You were an ER nurse – technically, you needed to hand over Andie as your patient to the surgical team. You would go to the nurses station and finish the chart, have it signed off by the attendings who completed her surgery after it was done. But something about the frazzled way that Bob looked and how his leg had felt beneath your palm made you throw everything else to the side.   

“Come on,” you said, putting one hand on his arm gently. “Let’s get a coffee. It’ll be an hour or two.” 

He frowned. “You don’t need to see more patients?” 

You shrugged. It was three in the morning on a Tuesday. Only one bed was filled. “It’s quiet. They’ll cover for me.” 

“Are you sure?” 

You nodded. You didn’t want him to be alone. “Besides, I know where the good coffee is.” 

That’s how you and Bob ended up on the third floor doctor’s lounge sipping out of mismatched mugs, the sun still asleep beneath the blanket of the horizon. 

“So a pilot, huh?” you asked. “That must be exciting.” 

Bob smiled but it was quick. Tight. “Yeah.” He took a sip of coffee and looked up. “Actually, can I tell you the truth?” 

“Of course.” 

“People always say that and I always respond the same. Yeah, it’s exciting. Yeah, it’s cool. But the truth is, it’s fucking terrifying. Going up in jets every day not knowing if I’m going to be able to pick my daughter up from daycare later or not.” 

“So why do you do it?”

“Only thing I’ve ever been good at,” he replied. 

“That can’t be true.” Your eyes wandered over Bob’s strong hands, the way the coffee mug was engulfed by them. The wire glasses slipping down his nose. The way he carried himself. Like he was too much of a burden to compete for space in the room, even though there was no one in there besides the two of you. 

“Being a dad,” he said softly. “I’m good at that. I think.” 

“You are.” He lit up. “The way Andie looks at you? You’re her hero.” 

Bob put his coffee cup down. “You’re just saying that.” 

“You don’t know me,” you said, “but I don’t really make a habit of lying just to make people feel good about themselves.” 

He laughed. “So that’s why you became a nurse, huh?” 

“That and an oppressive need for academic validation. Plus I look cute in the uniform.” 

Bob smiled at you. “True.”

You blushed. In the dim light of the lounge, you could see Bob’s profile and he was even more beautiful than you had made him to be in your head. “So, Andie’s mom?” 

He shook his head. “She’s not in the picture.” 

“Sorry to hear that.” 

“I am, too,” he said quietly. “For Andie, not for me. We were never good together. Right now, I’m just trying to be enough. I’m doing everything I can, but I know that one day she’s going to grow up. And I am going to be useless when she comes home asking me to buy her a miniskirt or what dress to wear to prom or how to put her hair in French braids for some costume party.” He smiled at you sadly. “I just know that I won’t be enough.” 

“The fact that you’re already thinking of that tells me you’re more than enough,” you replied. “She’s lucky. And I’m not just saying that.” 

Bob chuckled lightly. His voice was deep and silky. “Do you give all your patient’s parents the VIP treatment?” 

“Nope,” you said, setting down your coffee cup and turning to where he sat in the leather chair next to you. “You’re special.” 

“Oh yeah?” Bob murmured, leaning forward over the arm of his chair, his face dangerously close to yours. “Why is that?” 

“Because–” Just then, your pager beeped. You leaned back and pulled it off your waistband. “It’s Andie’s surgery. She’s in recovery.” 

Bob jumped up, cheeks flushed. “And?” 

You smiled. “No warnings. It must have gone perfectly.” 

“Oh, thank God.” The relief coming from his voice could sooth a thousand wounds. 

You grinned. “I’ll take you down to her room.” 

As you turned to head out toward the hallway, Bob stopped you, his hand on your wrist, fingers circling yours. “Y/N, I–”

“I know,” you said softly, letting his hand slide into your own. “We should go, Andie’s waiting.” 

You understood what people meant when they said their ovaries were going to explode the second you saw Andie and Bob reunite in the post-op room. Her tiny face lit up as she watched Bob walk through the door, her little arms reaching for him instinctively. The way he cradled her head to his chest, patting her back softly, kissing her temple. There was a warmth spilling out into the room, radiating off of the two of them like an aura. You stood in the doorway as the sun crawled over the horizon and watched father and daughter reunite. 

After a while, you stepped up to the bed. “Hi sweetheart, heard you did great in there,” you said softly and Andie beamed. “I’m going to let you and your daddy get some rest, OK? Someone will be back in a bit to check on you.” 

“Bye!” Her small voice was like a thousand little violins. 

Bob turned to you, one hand still touching Andie, making sure she was there. She was safe. “I can’t thank you enough,” he said quietly. “Is this the end of your shift?” 

You checked your watch. It was six thirty. You had been off for thirty minutes. “Yeah, it is.” 

“I, um.” He looked down at Andie, her baby blue eyes tracking him. “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow if we’re still here.” 

You smiled. “You two will be released by then, I’m sure.” 

“Oh.” There was something dejected about the way he said it. You shuffled from foot to foot. “It was nice seeing you again. Bob.” The way his name felt on your tongue. It was fuzzy and soft and you wanted to hold onto it for as long as you could. 

“You too, Y/N,” he said softly. 

You turned, heading for the door, before spinning back around, digging in your pocket, pulling out a tiny stuffed penguin on a keychain. Your niece had given it to you a few months ago for your thirty-first birthday and you had almost forgotten it was still in your pocket from where you had scooped it up earlier after it fell out of your bag onto the locker room floor as you were rushing for a code. “Bob,” you said quietly and he turned, eyes bright. You slipped the toy into his hand quietly so Andie wouldn’t see. He looked down then back up in surprise. You grinned. “You promised her a toy, remember?” 

His fingers lingered over yours before finally you pulled away, the heat of Bob’s stare warming you from your core like lava. “Thank you.” 

You smiled. “Bye again.” 

This time you did leave, your chest tight as you shut the door softly, turning down the hallway, putting as much space between you and Bob Floyd as you could. Because you knew that if you didn’t, you’d embarrass yourself. You’d run back into the room and beg him to take you out. To kiss you. To talk to you with a fraction of the love that he spoke to Andie with. That would be enough. 

It would be more than enough. 

***

It was the end of a long day. You sat down at the nurse’s station with a sigh, kicking your feet up on the desk, closing your eyes. Only a few seconds passed before someone was tapping your shoulder incessantly. 

Your eyes snapped open and you groaned. “What?” 

“You’re going to want to see this,” Kirsten said. She had one hand on her hip, head tipped toward the lobby area. 

“Bloody?” you asked excitedly. 

She shook her head. “You’re nasty. No, it’s better.” 

“If it’s not a bloody accident I don’t want it.” 

Kirsten rolled her eyes. “It’s better so just shut up, put a smile on that face and maybe puff out your boobs a little, you’re looking saggy.” 

“What?” 

She laughed as you stood up, fiddling with your scrub top, frowning as Kirsten pushed you around the corner toward the lobby doors. You stopped dead in your tracks. 

Bob Floyd stood in the atrium of the hospital, still wearing his green flight suit, blond hair perfectly combed back, wire glasses slightly askew. He had a bouquet of pink roses in his hands and a brilliant white smile when he spotted you. 

“Hi.” His voice wobbled a bit as you approached. 

“Hi back,” you said quietly. “I hope those are for me,” you said, gesturing to the flowers, “because you really need to stop showing up with emergencies, Bob Floyd.” 

He laughed, a throaty sound that eclipsed all other laughs in your memory. Now, anytime you ever thought of a laugh it would be like what Bob Floyd sounded like on a random Thursday evening. “Well it is the ER. Besides, how else would I be able to see you?” 

“You'd see me if you ever asked me on a date.” 

Bob flushed. “Well, that’s why I’m here.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

He nodded, thrusting the flowers out to you. “I, um, I wanted to ask you out the first time we met. But that didn’t really turn out like I planned. Practically fainting in front of you wasn’t what I had in mind.” 

You smelled the flowers. They were clean and crisp and you couldn’t remember the last time a man bought you flowers, let alone went out of his way to see you. You stepped closer. “It was kind of charming,” you admitted. 

Bob laughed again, that sweet chuckle that was quickly imprinting itself in your mind. “I’ll take it. So what do you say, will you go on a date with me?” 

“I don’t know, what can beat stale coffee in a doctor’s break room?” 

“What if I cook you dinner?” Bob offered and your eyebrows shot up. “What’s your favorite dish?” 

“Eggplant parmesan,” you said automatically. It tumbled out of your mouth. 

“Done.”

“So you can cook?” 

“No,” he said and you laughed. “But I can Google it.” 

“You’d go to all that trouble just for me?” 

Bob stepped in closer, reaching out one hand, tucking a chunk of hair behind your ear. His touch was warm and it practically electrocuted you with the fervor that started to course through your veins as his skin brushed against yours. Bob let his hand linger on the side of your neck, cupping you gently. “It’s no trouble,” he murmured. “Besides, Andie keeps asking about the pretty nurse who gave her the penguin doll.” 

You grinned. “Did she like it?” 

“She sleeps with it every night. But apparently, Mr. Penguin has requested that you come by the house to read him a bedtime story. So what do you say? Dinner and a book reading?” he asked. 

You locked eyes with Bob, nodding. “Is it weird to say I’m glad you got a hook in your foot and ended up in my ER?” 

Bob chuckled. “Is it weird to say I’d do it again every day if it meant I got to see you?” 

“Honey,” you whispered. “No need to stab your foot again. I’ll be at dinner any night of the week. Just say the word.” 

He held out one hand. You slipped your fingers into his. It was enough. It was more than enough.

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MINORS DNI 18+

You line the end of your stick up with the cue ball, your tongue poking out from between your lips in concentration. Playing pool was never your strong suit, but you’re not trying to win this game per se. You’re interested in something far more valuable.

TOJI FUSHIGURO approaches you from behind, hanging his head to the side to get a good gander at your round behind. The baby tee you wear rides up from how you bend over, revealing the dimples at the small of your back. Not at all brief, and in great detail, Toji imagines other contexts. Circumstances in which his thumbs would find a handle on those divots, yanking you back onto him when you run away from a good dicking. Looking at you now, dressed up in a pink outfit two sizes too small, you wouldn’t know a good dicking if it hit you in the face, and he sure was considering batting your pretty cheeks with it.

You wiggle your hips, subconsciously rearing to prepare for your shot, and he chases you. Without thinking about it, he lines himself up with you, rolling his tongue between his lips as mere inches separate the bulge in his pants with your backside strapped in by that teeny skirt. His hand itches to fix onto your tailbone, steadying you so he can nudge up against you. Jus’ a little, wouldn’t even know he was there. Tuck his thumb in the crevice to give your asshole a massage while he did it, he’s really thinking about you here, you should be grateful.

You wind back, and flick your stick forward, pool balls knocking together in snapping sounds as you watch your move play out. He sniffs and swipes his nose pinching it between his index and thumb real quick, adjusting his pants by the back of his belt as he rounds you. A hand at the top of his stick allows him to lean on it marginally, the pool balls slowing to a stop under his gaze.

“You’re bad at this.” he tells you.

The curl to your lips deepens, popping your hip out as you tilt your head at him. He notes the flirtatious body language, the knowing glint in your eye. “Am I?”

His gaze darkens. “Can show you a few things. If you promise it’ll get through that thick skull o’ yers.” A small smile on his mouth stretches out the scar tissue overlaying his lips, and you visualize tracing it with your tongue.

“Oh, don’t be a brute.” you respond as he passes behind you, forcing you to follow him with your eyes. As he picks his target, he holds your gaze, hunching over the table as he lines up his stick. Powerful shoulders confined in a thin black t-shirt has you biting hard onto your lower lip. He breaks the eye contact long enough to hit the ball, but you don’t bother watching them scatter, focused on taking in every marginal move he makes, straightening to his full and dizzying height. The end of his stick comes to your exposed midriff, and hooks under the hem of your baby tee, flicking it up.

“You like it when I’m a brute.”

Indignantly, you tug your shirt back down. It’s clear he wanted to fake you out, make you believe he was gonna get away with flashing himself and any lucky stiff at this bar. You swat his arm scoldingly, but all your dumb brain can think about is how hard and thick his bicep is. “I do not! Why do you insist on bullying me?”

He grins, canines glinting in the dim and smoky light, snickering through his nose. “Easy to bully when you’re bite-sized.”

Bite-sized. That’s all that goes through that thick skull of yours when Toji’s pulling out your brains and shoving ‘em back in with every fuck into you later. Powerful and harsh thrusts, nailing your abused cervix so hard you’re sure it’ll bruise. “The fuck are you thinking about, hah? You rememberin’ those pool tips? Got ya to lay down real low on that table. Bet everyone saw up that stupid little skirt.” Toji jeers at you while he’s pinning you by your head, big hand on your hair to pin your cheek to the mattress. “Everyone saw you leave with me. Saw a slice of cherry pie get pushed around by mean ol’ Toji, only to hang off my arm out the door. A little slutty, don’t’cha think?” He’s amusing himself, you can tell by the sound of his deep voice he’s got that wolfish grin on he wears so well. Wickedly, his reckless pace speeds up so you can’t form a response.

Your limp body has no choice but to move with him, rippling with each sheath into you. Poor cunt puffy and agitated around him as his mean cock brutalizes it some more. Tears sting your eyes but you can’t tell if they’re of pain or pleasure.

“T- Toji—“ you choke out, reaching back to finger timidly at his thighs. He won’t have it, picking himself up to a kneel so he can yank you back on him. Thumbs slot onto your dimples as fingers tuck between the folds of your pelvis and thighs. That perfect ass of yours smacking against him so hard, your skin pebbles and blushes.

“Huh?” he mocks. “What’s that? S’this the part where you lie and tell me you can’t handle it? Nah, little girl, I’m looking at the way this cunt’s slurpin’ me up. Fucking take it.”

[dragonsoulage]

The ban wasn't a joke...

feat. Suguru Geto

Needy and impatient Geto just did something that made you mad. And you really thought you would have him in your hand with a sex ban? But big boy know what he needs to do to get his dick wet.

Idk what happend I found it in my drafts when I was ovulating and just thought I finish writing it. Please be patient I work on improving my smutty smut 🌚✨🤌 so enjoy when our gorgeous man is making you all weak 👀

Warnings: smut, oral (f recieving) p in v

Wordcount:1,6k

MDNI

You stood there all cute and shit in your yoga clothes. The skimpy crop top and pants were so short he could see a glimpse of your ass, especially when you're stretched and bent over. 

You were mad at him, simply because he used your hair conditioner, and it was the expensive one, the one that they didn't have in stock anymore. And he just emptied the bottle. 

And yet you have done that on purpose, he didn't know about the fact that you were going to put a sex ban on him. When Suguru came over into the living room, he saw you bending over, with your round ass on display for him. Well, he couldn't ignore that, right? He was supposed to have his hands on you when you were looking this tempting.

And you felt him right behind you, hands on your waist. You straightened up again. He put his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent deeply. 

"What do we have here, hm? You are putting on a little show? Not mad anymore?" he asked you, and you felt his large framing hands roaming over your sides. Oh, he could be so sweet, just the moment before he would take you down with his dick. You smiled a little wickedly and turned our head just slightly. "I never said I stopped being mad," you answered, and your voice carried a hint of mischief. "Oh, you still are, baby? Probably just waiting for me to show you how sorry I am, huh?" he asked, playful with his husky voice. He sounded so smooth. His hands grew bolder, his fingers running over your clothes and over the tempting swell of your breasts. You were indeed a temptation he couldn't resist. 

"Well, when you put it that way, yeah. I mean, I have all reason to." You meant then before you simply bent down again, making one of your exercises, although you tried not to seem too amused now. And of course, Geto didn't even bother, you always got him quick on the hook when you wore something revealing and flattering. He grabbed your hips and ground his bulge against the delicate curve of your ass. "Probably you will forget the reason when I fuck you properly," he groaned before his hands wanted to work on your shorts, wanting to pull them down. He wanted access to that sweet pussy that was usually all his. But not today. You then finally stepped just a little away. "Oh no, babe. No fucking, I am mad. You are on a sex ban, did you forget?" you asked with that mean smile on your plump lips. And then you saw the way his brows pulled together, causing irritation in his face. "I thought that was a joke you made when you were yelling at me," he mused out loud, standing there with that fat boner in his sweats. You then got closer again and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Well, the sex ban wasn't a joke," you chuckled, thinking you were mean enough now and wanting him to stay there with his boner. 

"Nah, you can't just stay here in your skimpy clothes and not expecting that I...want you. I already said I am sorry, and that I will buy you a new conditioner when they have it restocked," he started pouting. 

"Oh, and that won't be this week, it's not my fault that you literally used all of mine. You should have thought further, baby," you said, wanting to walk off, but well, even when you think you would have played right, you haven't- Suguru was your boyfriend, he knew what buttons to push. And so it ended up now. 

You were on the couch, your head in the cushions, and his big hands were on your thighs, folding you, so your perfect little pussy was on display. You were a moaning mess, dripping down your core. 

Hot, wet tongue running along your slit. Dark purple eyes looking at you with such a smirk. 

"Oh, poor little baby, really thought she could play around. "Having your silly little sex ban, doesn't mean I can't edge this pussy how long I want until you beg me to use my dick on you." he said smoothly, aware of what he did before he just blew cold air against your hot pussy lips. "Sugu...N-no. You weren't supposed to." You wanted to be so feisty, but in the end, you were his little fuck doll, and he just knew how good you came from his tongue and how crazy you went over his skilled long muscle that was currently circling around your swollen clit. Furthermore, you moaned and couldn't speak, it was too good. Not only that, but you grabbed his head and tried to push him further into your pussy. You were always just so needy as soon as he was going to eat you out. Although you tried to be resistant and not begging him to fuck you to lift the sex ban. 

"Ah, look how sloppy and wet it is. Just how I love it," he said with a smug grin before diving back into your slick folds. He ate you out like he was a man starved, still aware not to make you cum. His tongue was plunging deep inside you, watching how your pretty lips parted and how desperate you really were. You pulled on his hair again. "That's not fair, you can't keep edging me for something you did wrong," you argued, and he groaned when he felt the slight yank on his long raven strands of hair. He always liked when you pulled on it, when you tried to take charge, just without any success. And the noises you made—just so pretty, cute little moans coming from your plump lips. Your little desperate whimper when he sucked your clit between his glossy lips. Your juices runned down his chin. He was literally making out with your pussy. He was groaning at your taste and at your sweetness. Your pussy was the best meal he ever had, and he just intended to show you that.

"Did I do something wrong, ya? Well, nothing my tongue can't fix," he chuckled, and the vibration runned straight to your core. You were a moaning mess, and there was that sweet Peak, so close, your pretty cunt pulsating with need. Your thighs trembled, and your boyfriend looked so pretty right between your legs. Dark eyes are gazing up at you. Tongue, plunging deep inside you. Your hands are on his silky strands of hair. Usually you told him when you would cum, but you were afraid he would pull away. Although Suguru knew your body better than his own, he was aware you were close, and before you could cum he pulled away with a smirk. You whined, so needy, that suddenly your pussy ached for release. His hands are on your thighs, itching closer, and he is parting your pussy lips with his thumbs. Blowing cold air right on your throbbing clit. "Poor Baby, you were so close, weren't you?" He asked and snickered. You wanted to buck up your hips, but he was mean. Your brows furrowed together. "Is that a way to apologize? When, yes, this is not a good one at all." You complained, and your fingers runned from his hair to to his face. He was always a little mean, this was what you liked about him. "Oh, it's not? But she is telling me something different here. Look at that..." He started before he gave you a short mean spank right on your aching cunt. You were just so sloppy for him. You whimpered at that close contact, and you shivered. "Come on, Baby, I don't have to do this, you know. You could simply lift that stupid little ban of yours. And I give you exactly what you need, hm?" His voice was like silk wrapping around your clouded mind. His bulge was more than prominent. And aching in his loins, especially after you put on that little show. And now that you were just so desperate, he wondered that you not already broke. But today you were really resistant after all, he emptied your conditioner. "Sugu, but you were so mean... can't treat you like a good boy when you aren't." You pouted, and then he ran a thumb down your slit. Your head fell back before he gently inserted His thumb, just shortly before pulling out. Your own hand is still on his face. He slightly turned it so he could give your wrist a small peck. "Promise, I won't tell anyone, pretty. Let me fuck you properly, yeah? Probably you even forget the whole thing why you are mad." Suguru said, kissing you then near your sloppy folds and leaning his head against your thigh. He had wrapped you around his finger, and he knew that. And well you couldn't help it; you really couldn't help it. His tongue was edging you. You needed release and indeed a good one. You sighted, before you shifted your position, pretty wet pussy on display. "The next time you use my conditioner and it's empty, I swear I beat your ass." You spoke, although you were flustered, trying to sound firm. And Suguru lifted his head with that cocky, sweet smile on his face. It didn't take long for him to pull his sweats down. His thick, veiny shaft pops out, standing proudly. He grabbed his base and runned his tip along your sopping wet folds, making you squirm. "Fuck, so wet, baby. Gonna give it so good to ya." He spoke, groaning, before he slapped his thick length against you. "Stop teasing, put it in." You moaned with an urgent plea. And then you felt his thick girth stretching you out, slowly pushing himself inside your welcoming and wet heat. At least, this would be the kind of apologize that could make you forget why you even wanted him on a Sex ban when he was this good to you.

[archangeldyke-all]

More tattoo artist sevika pls

Maybe our first date or something 👀👀👀

ur wish is my command bb

men and minors dni

so since you asked her out, you're under the impression that you'll be planning the date.

that is not the case.

once sevika's away from you (and no longer hypnotized by your presence) she snaps out of her lovesick haze and rushes to text you.

"i'm taking u out, btw."

"absolutely not, i asked u!" you text back.

"yeah because i couldn't get my brain to fuckin' work while i was looking at u. i'm taking u out. shut up about it."

and then, "ur tit pic nearly gave me an aneurysm, btw."

she picks out a quiet little restaurant with great drinks, reserves a table for you, and gets there thirty minutes early. she has two drinks before you arrive-- nervous as shit and desperate to be cool once you show up.

she's not.

you show up wearing a low cut top and skin tight pants. she chokes on her drink when she sees you.

you have to pound her back while she coughs and sputters.

she hides her face in her hands in embarrassment as you sit across from her once her breathing is under control. you laugh, endeared by how nervous she is around you.

"you're really cute." you say.

she groans. "you make me stupid with how pretty you are." she mumbles.

it's a great first date after the initial awkward bumble. sevika relaxes when she realizes you're teasing her just so she won't tease you-- because her teasing you leads to you getting so flustered you can't even look her in the eyes.

you guys have a few drinks and split a few appetizers. you take turns trying to fluster the other between asking questions about each other and getting to know one another.

your chemistry is off the charts. you've never met anyone you click with quite as quickly as you click with sevika. by the end of the night the two of you are laughing with each other like you've known each other for years.

you end up sitting at the table chatting for hours, until the restaurant closes forcing the two of you to leave. outside the restaurant, sevika awkwardly asks you if you'd like to take a walk with her. you enthusiastically agree, nowhere near ready for the night to be over.

sevika grins when you agree, and you decide to be bold and take her hand in yours. she trips over her own feet, awkwardly laughing when you help her straighten out.

"nervous?" you ask her. she hip checks you gently.

"shut up." she grumbles. you smile and stop walking. she turns around, ready to apologize, and you cut her off by pressing a kiss to her cheek. she's blushing when you pull away.

"you make me nervous too." you say, biting your lip and smiling. "good nervous, though."

"yeah." sevika says with a sparkle in her eyes. "good nervous."

the two of you walk for hours, circling the same block and talking about any and everything.

she tells you secrets she's never told anyone, you tell her practically your whole life story.

you point to her most eye catching tattoos, ask her the story behind each one, what made her choose the design.

it's only when the sky starts to get light that sevika realizes how much time has passed.

"oh fuck." sevika curses, looking down at you. "i am so sorry, i had no idea it was getting so--"

"it's okay." you cut her off. "i did. i just wanted to keep spending time with you." you watch sevika melt, her eyes getting wide and her face going soft. you giggle. "plus i got all my steps in, so that's good."

"probably enough steps for the whole week." she says.

"speaking of... are you free this weekend?" you ask. sevika grins.

"yes." she says, nodding enthusiastically.

"you gonna let me take you out this time?" you ask. she shakes her head no.

"never." she says. you roll your eyes.

"walk me to my car." you demand. sevika does.

when you get to your car-- the only one left in the parking lot besides sevika's, you turn around to hook your hands over sevika's shoulders.

"i'm really glad you asked me out." you whisper.

"i'm really glad you came to silco for your nose piercing." she says.

"i had such a good time tonight." you say.

"me too."

"sevika?" you ask, blinking up at her. her eyes are focused on your lips.

"yeah?"

"can i kiss you?" you ask. she grins.

"yeah."

she leans down as you lean up, your lips meeting in a gentle kiss. something warm and sparkly bubbles in your stomach, and in a moment you're grinning against her lips. she pulls away with a shy smile of her own, clearing her throat and scratching the back of her neck.

"text me when you get home safe." she says. you nod up at her.

"you too." you say.

sevika turns to walk to her car and you watch her go, raising your eyebrows when she stops and turns back around to stride up to you, a determined look on her face.

she scoops you up into her arms and kisses you fiercly, a ray of sun cutting through the sky to illuminate the two of you as you moan into each other. she sets you down three minutes later, much more satisfied with that kiss than the one before it, and then walks backwards all the way to her car, grinning and giggling at your flustered face the whole way.

[kevin-day-is-bi]

i just saw that halloween ask game you're doing for this month 👀👀

so trick or treat, dealers choice on ship 🥰🍬

- mel 💜

Dick absentmindedly pressed on the cut on his arm as he watched his target. The man was standing in a small office in a warehouse, talking on the phone. He didn't look happy. Dick could relate.

"Nightwing, report. Your tracker is offline."

Ah, that had been an argument and a half. Of course, if Bruce would stop sneaking tracers onto Dick's suit, Dick wouldn't have to keep ruining them. They couldn't be cheap.

"I'm on a case."

"Your tracker should be online. I need to know your location."

In the window, the man hung up the phone. He was smug now. He had never made that expression, before.

"No, you don't," Dick responded, before pulling the comm out of his ear. He glared at the device in his hand before gently tucking it away in a pocket.

The man was gone. Dick straightened. This could be a chance to place a bug in his office. Not really Dick's style, honestly. He preferred the physicality. But with any luck, he wouldn't have to get physically near the man ever again. Without fully meaning to, he pressed on his wound again.

He heard the footsteps a split second before the voice spoke.

"You're getting awfully snoopy, dick."

Dick stood from his crouch slowly, hands out and low. He turned head first, the sight of the white streak of hair still sending a wave of shock through his heart.

"Jason."

Jason had a gun aimed at his head. Not particularly surprising. Dick had been trained out of being startled by guns a long time ago, but that didn't mean he was stupid. It was still a loaded gun.

"You have ten seconds to say what you're doing here."

"I wanted to...to see you." Dick was a little unhappy to be so truthful so early. He wanted to fire a quip off, maybe some clever wordplay.

Jason cocked the gun. He wouldn't shoot Dick. Maybe.

"Why."

God, Jason looked...he looked exactly how he was supposed to. The rage that had been present in his fifteen-year-old self had looked so out of place, but now the hard line of his mouth fit him perfectly.

"I want you to-"

Come home. No. Dick didn't, really. The Manor hadn't been his home in a while, longer than it hadn't been Jason's. And what would that achieve? An argument ending in a fight ending in a trail of bodies. Dick didn't want Bruce to have Jason. He wanted to have Jason.

"I just needed to-to make sure it was..."

Jason tilted his head, looking every inch the villain that the Red Hood's file painted him out to be.

"I'm sure the old man ran a dozen tests to make sure it was me."

No, that wasn't what Dick meant. He couldn't find the words, didn't really want to find the words. Jason had sliced open Dick's arm. Dick had felt him, felt the warmth of his skin, the solidity of his body. Dick...missed that, maybe? Having Jason close again had felt like a drug, and now Dick was pretending he wasn't craving it.

He hadn't touched Jason all that much before his death. Too much teenage angst, not enough clear roads between Blüdhaven and Gotham. There was no precedent for this.

"I missed you," Dick said, aiming for honesty. As close to it as he felt capable of getting.

Jason laughed. It was a creepy sound that died too soon in the cold air.

"Last time you saw me I beat your ass. Time before that you didn't know it was me. Time before that I was fifteen. You either have a death wish or haven't gotten the message yet. Robin doesn't exist anymore." Jason's shoulders stayed low and his voice remained even. He sounded a little bored, actually. It felt like there was a hook behind Dick's ribcage, yanking him forward. He needed to be interesting. He couldn't have Jason leave again.

"The first thing," Dick said before he had really planned to say anything at all.

Jason scoffed. Dick kept going, distantly aware of the fact that he was tripping down sentences without actually knowing where he was going. "Maybe you're just really good at fighting. All my bad guys this week were too easy."

Jason's chin dropped. Dick had been rubbing the bandage on his arm against his hip without realizing it.

The gun wobbled. Jason's chest rose and fell.

"Take off your mask."

Dick blinked. This felt like a test. Slowly, he reached up and peeled the mask off. It hurt like hell, and he was left blinking in the altered light. Jason kept the gun trained on him.

"Say it again. Look at me and tell me again why you're here."

This was Dick's chance. Honesty could win. He still wasn't sure what winning meant, but whatever. He would make it work. He stared at Jason's mask and said,

"I miss you."

"What's your goal here?" Jason sounded amused, which wasn't what Dick had been aiming for at all. Annoyance and frustration mixed in his stomach.

"I don't know, okay? I just-" Dick gestured helplessly. Jason's face, half amused and half blank, was no help. "I want...I want you..."

He had nothing else.

Jason's face was doing something complicated. His mouth couldn't seem to agree with what his forehead wanted to do.

"Will you do anything to have me?" Jason's voice was a little too loud now.

Dick hesitated. He imagined Jason pressing the gun into his hand and shuddered.

"No," he whispered.

"No, you wouldn't...let's say for example, shoot a drug dealer for me."

Dick felt sick. There was something about that for me that made him want it horribly. He wanted to do things for Jason.

"Oh," Jason said, and then he started laughing so hard that the gun wavered. "Oh, if only Bats could see you now. That's pretty damn pathetic."

Dick needed to leave. He had well and truly lost control of the situation, and he needed to get the hell out. But when he started to take a step back, the gun went back to being steadily present.

"Don't. I will shoot you." Dick froze. Jason started moving forward, each step solid and loud. "I think we should play a game. You want me, huh? Then let's see what you're willing to do to get me."

Dick contemplated what would happen if he hurled himself off the roof.

"On your knees."

Dick dropped to his knees. This was a very bad idea.

"Take out your escrima sticks and toss 'em over here."

Dick hesitated for half a second before doing so.

"Unzip your suit. To your stomach." Dick's pause didn't go unnoticed and Jason sighed. "You used to wear that stupid suit where the neckline when halfway down your torso. Don't get shy now."

Dick undid the hidden catches and pulled the zipper down. And then, for good measure, he pulled his arms out so he was topless. He needed some sense of agency.

Of course, now Jason was masked, armed, fully dressed, and standing above Dick. Dick obviously could fight like this, but there was something...

Jason kept moving until he was right in front of Dick, so close that he had to bend his elbow to keep the gun trained on him.

"Tell me again why you're here. The full reason."

It was so cold. Dick's stomach was churning.

"I miss you. I...I want you."

Jason's breath hitched. He was shaking. The shock of it made Dick's mouth drop open.

"Please come back to me," he whispered, barely knowing what he was saying.

Half certain Jason was going to blow his brains out for it, Dick reached out and laid a hand on Jason's knee. The nearness of him was intoxication. Dick wasn't really sure he would tell Jason no to just about anything right now. He wanted to see Jason's eyes.

The gun moved and Dick shut his eyes. Several seconds after a shot would've happened, the knee under his hand moved, and he opened them again. The gun had been sheathed. Jason crouched in front of him, face inches away. Dick could still feel the shaking.

"Are you cold?" he asked. He needed Jason to see that he cared about him, noticed the shivering, wanted to help.

"Always," Jason said, barely an actual word. Dick's heart broke, and then his thigh felt like it was on fire. He yelled, unprepared for the sudden pain, suddenly leaning on Jason as the pain spread. Jason's mouth was parted slightly. Dick looked down to see a knife embedded in his thigh. Jason wrenched it free and Dick made a breathless noise of horror. Jason ripped one of his gloves off and sliced the knife across his fingertips. Dick hadn't processed what was happening yet, his brain still stuck on "Jason stabbed me?", so he just watched as Jason shoved his bloody fingers into the wound. Dick screamed, the pain mounting and spreading in waves. He hadn't been prepared, he was usually better than this.

"You want me?" Jason asked, fingers still pressed into the gash. "Fucking have me."

His other hand came up to pull Dick closer, digging his face into Dick's neck, and then just as suddenly he stood, leaving Dick hunched over and breathing unsteadily. He held up his bloody hand.

"I'll treasure this. Maybe make a painting with it. The Failure of Yet Another Robin. Every time I see it, I'll remember how the original came crawling to me, thinking he could fix me."

Dick didn't understand what was happening. Jason's blood was inside him.

Jason brought his hand up to his face and his tongue flicked out, tasting the blood. Dick's stomach roiled. He was really beginning to think that wasn't disgust.

"Mm." Jason grinned. "Taste's like B's disappointment. I can't even tell our blood apart now."

He turned and walked away. Dick was starting to hyperventilate a little. He heard Jason's steps pause, and then, from a small distance away,

"Next time you come a-stalking, I'll see if you look this pretty with a bullet hole inside you."

[crazycurly-77]

Healing processes - Ch 6

“IF she wakes up.”

Those were the doctor's words.

Gibbs had heard them, but their meaning had not (yet) fully reached him. That was perhaps for the better, because who knows what he would have done to the poor guy out of anger, pain and grief.

As there was no reaction from him, the medic went over to him, put his hand on his shoulder compassionately and tried to gently encourage him:

“She's a fighter and she needs you now. Stay with her and talk to her. She will feel your presence in her sleep and recognize your voice.”

Gibbs still gave no sign that he had understood what the man said. So the doctor turned to Ducky: “You'll find her on the third floor in the intensive care unit, room 309. Take him to her and stay firmly by his side. He will really need your friendship and support in the near future.”

The whole team nodded and made their way to you. Ducky went first and everyone followed him - including Jethro. It was almost funny, because in their march they looked like ducks running after their elderly father. But they were anything but laughing.

And the team was even less laughing when they entered your room and saw you. You were lying there, pale, your head bandaged, your left arm in a splint and you were hooked up to monitors.

The continuous beeping sound of the monitor for your heartbeat was both reassuring and disturbing. What was reassuring was that your heart was obviously beating. What was disturbing was that you were even hooked up to such a monitor.

You were lying there completely still, as if you were sleeping, not as if you were unconscious. Seeing you like that, seemingly more dead than alive, caused different reactions from the gentlemen.

Tony let out a whispered: “Oh my God,” which was full of horror. Tim turned white as a sheet. He felt sick from shock and wanted to throw up.

Ducky...turned pale at first, then straightened his shoulders and went to you. As if you were awake, he took your hand and started to talk to you. He found it difficult too, but he had to be strong for his old friend.

And him? Gibbs stood stiff as a statue a little way off and kept his gaze fixed on you. Seeing you like that... he was close to breaking down. He couldn't take it anymore. How much suffering could one person endure?

He seemed stoic and cool, but his eyes raged with painful suffering, unspeakable grief and a deep, immeasurable guilt. But if you looked closely, you could also see a little hope.

You're alive. Maybe he still had a chance to make everything right again. He hoped for that chance from the bottom of his heart.

He wanted to get close to you, talk to you and hold your hand to know that you were still with him. But he would only allow himself to do this when you were alone. This was nobody's business but the two of you.

So he waited until only Ducky was there. He approached you both in silence, pulled a chair next to your bed, took your hand and held it tightly in his. He gently stroked your arm and wished you would open your eyes and look at him, but nothing happened.

Ducky watched him worriedly and said gently: "Go home, Jethro. There's nothing you can do for her right now." At first Gibbs didn't react. He continued to stare at your joined hands. And when Doctor Mallard thought he wouldn't get an answer, Gibbs whispered: "I almost killed her."

He sounded so devastated and it was so heartbreaking that it made Ducky very sad too and he was afraid for him. He prayed for both of you that you would survive and left you alone.

For the rest of the day and most of the night, Gibbs stayed awake by your bed, holding your uninjured hand and talking to you. He told you everything that came to mind while a never-ending stream of tears ran down his cheeks.

The doctors and nurses kept checking on you, but Gibbs didn't notice them. He was in his own world, which revolved entirely around you.

At noon the next day, another miracle happened, because you actually woke up from your deep unconsciousness.

The first thing you saw was your hands clasped together and when you let your eyes wander up, your gazes met.

...those eyes...the bluest blue you've ever seen.

You remembered them...

They were the last thing you saw before everything went black.

…then a brief memory flashed through your mind…

Those eyes fixed firmly on yours and the words “I love you. You must know that.”

Instinctively you pulled him towards you.

As if hypnotized, you approached each other, but he stopped just before your lips met.

You let go of his hand, wrapped yours around his neck and pulled him towards you.

“I love you too,” you whispered softly and kissed him tenderly.

Your kiss was cautious, testing, always careful not to scare the other, as if you were getting to know each other again.

The kiss lasted several seconds and yet was not long enough.

You were awake and would therefore survive according to the doctor, you love him and your first kiss was wonderful...Gibbs would have loved to dance for joy.

He felt as if he was floating on clouds.

You hugged each other and he let his tears of joy and relief flow freely.

Then he broke the hug and kissed you gently again.

He couldn't believe his luck.

When you separated, you stroked his cheek, your eyes met and you smiled happily at each other.

You looked into his beautiful eyes and whispered:

"I remember your eyes and my feelings for you, but who are you?"

One moment he was the happiest person on earth and now he was falling into the abyss. 

His world collapsed. He hadn't killed you, but he had still taken your life.

(To be continued...in Chapter 7.)

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[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Cat and Mouse (Pt. 2)

The temptation. The seduction. The rapture. Male rivalries are stronger than one would imagine, especially if it’s between a man and his friends who hooked him up with a lady he’s had his eye on for a while.

Steve-O X Fem!Reader, Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

2.2k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, makeouts, flighting, possessiveness, blood, accidental vouyerism

An: Thank you so much for the request! I thought that I’d continue develop the dynamic that not only Y/N has with Steve, but with the other guys as well! My favorite part of this fic is definitely the ending, but I won’t spoil too much ;) I also slipped in an reference to one of my favorite movies besides jackass in here, and I’d be surprised if anyone picked up on it! Anyways, thank you for requesting and please keep them coming!

Everything happened so fast. One minute, you’ve got your first real job doing makeup on a movie set, and the next you’re making out with a big name star you’ve had a crush on for years. Brushes tumbling to the floor of the trailer, Steve hoisted you up on the table with his tattooed hands gripping the backs of your thighs right below your ass as you mentally ran through the likelihood of you losing your job from this. How do you stay professional when the talent you’re supposed to be disattachedly tending to is such a good kisser? Despite what most people would think of him, Steve was real sweet and passionate when he kissed- there was purpose, but he knew to take his time with a cute thing like you. Sneaking off this way was horribly reckless, but it’s not like he cared or you would complain, your buzzing nerves getting smothered by the way you were still unable to believe this was really, actually happening. The lingering smell of hairspray that never left the makeup trailer mingled with the scent of his sweat, and while his mouth was busy with yours, you knew that if Steve could find a way to peel his lips away from yours and get a word in edgewise, he’d probably tease you for being nervous about losing your job for this. And you would eat that shit up.

Maybe this was spurred on by the morning Knoxville caught you stumbling out of the trailer fixing your hair and Steve, void of discretion, trailed behind you not five seconds later while zipping up his pants. Even though he usually loved making you squirm, Steve-O and the word ‘subtlety’ have never appeared in the same sentence even when he really wanted to be slick about something. It could have also been the twenty ‘touch ups’ one of their main stars kept running back to you for and the very not sound proofed trailers. It never got past some kissing and over the clothes stuff, like you were a pair of teenagers. I mean, you weren't complaining, but still. Point is, everybody knew something was up. Well, they knew he had the hots for you, but nobody was addressing the damn thing, especially not your new boyfriend, who they thought might be a little more grateful for their stellar work as wingmen. Life went on without any acknowledgement of their work as if they were chopped liver!

So, the guys decided to question things a little. However, this isn’t to say that Ryan was intentionally sleuthing around when he stumbled in on that scene. He was just following Knoxville’s vague orders that you needed him; for what, he didn’t question. On reflex, as soon as Dunn opened the door, it slammed shut before he could really think through what was happening. You, on the other hand, we’re mortified- no, mortified didn’t even begin to cover it, and it surely showed on your face. Steve, on the other hand, simply muttered a few curses under his breath, irritated at the intrusion but unable to suppress a grin at your flustered reaction as you hastily straightened your clothes before rushing out after Dunn with this deer in the headlights look on your face. This is what he liked to see. The professional boundaries you were oh so strategically dancing along previously had been blown to utter smithereens in less than a second.

Dunn gave you the most halfhearted cover-up in history, “Before you ask- I saw nothing.” Even though you had begun getting more comfortable approaching the guys after a few weeks on set, you still clamored over your words for a few minutes until you were cut off, “Y/N, listen. I’m not saying I saw anything I didn’t see, but I didn’t see anything” It was enough to make you stop for a second to try and understand what he was saying, but you quickly gave up on deciphering Dunn’s twisting verbiage. Flushing a bright shade of pink, you barely managed to stammer out, “I don’t…! I-I just- wha…You- you saw nothing? Like, nothing nothing?” Ryan nodded his head, contradicting himself with his words, “No, I saw nothing...”

You didn’t have it in you to come out and ask if he saw you three seconds from screwing, but there was a bubbling embarrassment that stewed deep in you from realizing that you and Steve weren't being nearly as sneaky as you thought you were. In fact, despite how much you idolized the guy and your longstanding schoolgirl crush that had miraculously come to fruition, you’d spent the better part of a week wondering if maybe you just weren't cut out for this job. But the thing you couldn’t let go of was that he liked you. It wasn’t simply you pining and mildly stalking him like a deranged fan girl anymore, and that’s probably what made you stay.

And Steve? There was something about the contrast between the two of you that really got him going. Take this woman, who was so sweet she’d rot the fillings right out of your skull- this round heeled little pushover, and of all the guys she could fall for on set, her eyes were set on him. Steve’s ego had never been more swollen, and he was drunk on you. Fucking blackout. You could look at what the two of you had from some romantic perspective, but it was something more raw than that. He’d indulged in every niche under the sun and a few the light doesn’t dare touch, and Steve was hooked on you.

After that incident with Ryan, there was an odd tension around the set and the behavior of the men around you got stranger and stranger, but that could only be said if you considered that there ever was such a thing as ‘normal’ on a Jackass set. Out of nowhere, you were bombarded with attention, and it seemed like you were all of a sudden everybody’s new favorite person. Oddly enough, Bam was practically attached at the hip with you, which struck you because he wouldn’t otherwise give you the time of day. Some days, he’d swing by the makeup trailer under the guise of you helping him fix his eyeliner for the next take even though he was more than capable of doing it himself, only to show up with treats from the craft service table; today, it was a decaf mocha with a sprinkle of cinnamon and a poppyseed muffin which he covertly slipped on the table you were hunched over to try and steal your attention away from your diligent work. Distracted, you didn’t notice him leaning in the doorway until he cleared his throat, “Hey, Y/N.”

Ears perking up, you whipped your head around from the products you were organizing, “Oh, Bam! What’s, uh- what’s up?” If only to show off his conspicuous tattoos, he was shirtless with that smarmy, self confident grin plastered on his face as he strolled in like he owned the place. There was this way he carried himself that demanded attention, not dissuaded by the way he plopped down in the foldy seat in front of the mirror right in front of where you were working, “Nothin’ much- Just wanted t’stop by, say hi…Maybe offer you a little pick me up?” Tilting his head back to make eye contact with you in time with the obvious euphemism, Bam dropped his voice to a seductive purr, “Hey, how about you and I go skatin’ sometime? I’d be happy t’teach you…” This glint hit his eye- not out of fear, but wicked excitement: terrible, horrible excitement that was palpable in the still air of the trailer. Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden proximity and, unsure his intentions or how to respond, you hesitated before letting out a nervous chuckle, “Y’know, I’m- uh…I’m kinda busy, but it’s really nice of you to ask!”

Fucking poppyseed muffins? As if Bam 'Homewrecker’ Margera would even know what a poppyseed is…Well within earshot, Steve was boring holes into Bam with his glare as he sat next to Knoxville by the blue beer cooler. Have you ever seen one of those Discovery Channel shows with the lions on the Savannah, fighting over territory? Yeah, that’s what it looked like. Johnny played dumb, as if he and the other guys hadn’t orchestrated this whole thing, “What’s the matter, O? Ain’t that the lady you swore was in love with you?” There he goes, using his words against him…It wasn't a secret on set that he had his eye on you, but there was something about Steve-O, the life of every party, getting quiet and angry that just ticked Knoxville pink.

He wasn’t an especially possessive man, but this whole scene was particularly pissing him off. Jaw tightening, Steve tried to be cool about everything, “Nah, man- it’s not like that. We’re friends.” Someone was going to lose an eye over a muffin. Why on earth would he care so much if you were really ‘just friends’? God, this was too fun…“Oh, well that’s good t’hear, man,” Johnny played it off, only encouraged by his friend’s very apparent discomfort, “cause if I’m not mistaken, I’d think Bam’s got the hots for your makeup girl.”

It had become more normal for you to be seen around the set given how much everyone was so enamored by you, and eventually someone had to make mention of this. That someone was Chris. “So…” slipping up next to where you were quietly watching whatever stunt was going down with your eyes locked on you know who, Pontius poorly feigned innocence, “what’s goin’ on between you and Bam?” Caught a little off guard by his bluntness and unprepared to answer, you deflected faster than you’d ever deflected before, “Nothing.” But the stiffness in your response must have given you away because Chris only responded with a chuckle and a suggestive eyebrow raise, “Oh, nothing!”

You mentally wrote this off as Pontius being Pontius, all flirty in that funny way that never meant anything, until you found yourself back in that trailer, doing what you found yourself doing more frequently than the job you were getting paid for. Steve was never on time for anything, but every afternoon he’d find his way back to that trailer- back to you. Ink covered knuckles slipping up under the hem of your shirt and your breath hitched a little. What you were doing was addictive- this wild and untamed allure. It made you feel like a kid stealing from the cookie jar, not only fulfilling the kinds of fantasies most fangirls can only dream of, but doing it in such an egregious, public way. Steve’s touch was like a drug that you just couldn’t get enough of.

But just like that previous incident, it seemed that you couldn’t steal away for a moment alone without getting interrupted. You felt him grin crookedly against your lips, buy just as Steve had those calloused fingers of his hooked into your bra strap, you caught a glimpse of a curious looking blur out of the corner of your vision. Eyes shooting wide, you realized that you were getting to second base while making full on eye contact with one of your boyfriend’s coworkers. Sinking out of view from where he was peeping in the window, Chris mimicked the same words you told him, “Nothing…”

He didn’t really see anything that the guys hadn’t seen before from you two, but that isn’t to say your heart didn’t leap into your mouth. Hurrying to cover himself up, Steve’s rough hands froze on you. To him, this felt like a ‘straw that broke the camel’s back’ moment. They wanted him to say something about you? Yeah, he was gonna say something…Grasping your hand, he pulled you to your feet and spun you around with a single, deft movement, leading you to stumble along to where he practically kicked the door open. Standing in the door way with you- still in your bra, mind you- Steve called out to where the guys were eagerly clustered arround, “Alright, fuckers…”

It was a scene straight out of a movie. One hand on the back of your waist, the other intertwining with yours as he dipped you to plant a kiss right on your lips! All the chaos and laughter was replaced by this collective silence, and it was so quiet that you could hear the startled little squeak you let out at the suddenness of this dramatic gesture. This wan’t the way you thought he’d go about making your relationship public, but what else could you expect from Steve-O? Righting you, it seemed that every ounce of tension that had been building up the past few weeks were broken with a wave of wolf whistles and cheering. Flashing that charming, boyish grin, he raised one eyebrow as he turned to the cast, “…you satisfied?” The only one who could summon any words was Knoxville. Lips curling into a smile, he nodded, “Well, can’t say I’m disappointed in you two lovebirds.”

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12. Safety at Last

Series: Mermaid!AU Depth of Despair

Pairing: Vash x GN!Reader

Word count: 2k

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Slivers of images slip through your mind before getting replaced by darkness. It is strange, almost an out-of-body experience. You see sirens coming out of their caves, swimming towards you with their monstrous faces, fangs bare as they screech your name. Their clawed hands reach out to grab you, but the next moment the whole scene is replaced with a new view and new horrific figures. You're held tight as you're moved through the water; you feel the drag but can't figure out how you're moving. Someone must have grabbed you, but as soon as that thought forms in your head, it is wiped away.

Dark shadows swim around you; they make large circles, but don't approach. You see the long tails, some wispy and delicate, others rigid and powerful. The different scaled bodies glide through the currents, their fins and spines casting even more shadows, but your vision is too blurry to really see anything. Except for the one creature who is larger than the others, a long, slender body with shimmering black scales. Even in the state you're in, you still recognize Nicholas on sight. Your eyes remain on him, and you think you see a satisfied smile tug at the corners of his lips, but that might be nothing more than your imagination.

Vash has you hanging over his shoulder, your long tail pinned to his chest as he holds on to the anchor's chain while it is being pulled up. He wants to feel relief; after all, he has you in his arms; he saved you from the little sirens who tried to consume you. He drove off anyone who tried to oppose him. Nicholas gave him his word that none of the merpeople on the surface would interfere. Yet his heart still pounds wildly in his chest like a trapped bird. Everything can still go wrong. He chooses to trust the dark scaled serpent, but he knows he has no real reason to. It is just what he hopes.

As you finally breach the surface, Vash starts to cough up the salty water, struggling to hold on while his body wants to fold over to expel the contents of his lungs. It takes all of his strength to fight against the overwhelming urge and to look up instead, where two of his men let down a fishing net that they pulled out from the water. He stands on the anchor, clutching the chain tightly as he catches his breath. The other sailors whisper in surprise but force themselves to move again, their hands reaching to take you off Vash. They wrap your slippery body in the net to hoist you up and over the railing. That kicks you back into motion. The flashbacks of being stuck in something like this flood your mind, making you twist on the edge of panic.

"He did it! He actually did it! The captain caught a mermaid!" Excited murmurs ripple through the crew. Most of them crowd around you, their hands reaching towards their swords or guns as their curious yet fearful eyes scan your body. A few remain to pull Vash back on the boat again. They slap their captain on the back as he still coughs up water.

"Well played, Blondie," a sharp and clear voice echoes over the still water, making all the men on the boat freeze up again.

"Will you keep up your end of the bargain? I did what I came here to do. I made it back. Now allow us to leave. All of us." Vash speaks with confidence and a raspy voice as he straightens his back and faces the siren with determination.

"A deal is a deal," Nicholas replies, his voice tangling itself in the minds of the men who surround you. It is as if he is glad, a note of satisfaction in his tone.

Vash hears it too—the hint of triumph—even in his face he sees happiness that should not belong there. Emotions the losing side should not display. Vash tries to think why that is, what did he overlook. Where is the hook he missed?

"Don't come back. I promise I will never make a deal like this again. Next time, you will not make it back alive. Nobody will." Nicholas speaks calmly, almost like telling a joke, but his words are a threat, nothing more, nothing less. "Take care of your guardian angel."

One by one, the sirens that had previously tried to board the fishing-boat are now disappearing into the murk of the water, clearly disappointed as their eyes stay on Vash, filled with hatred and disgust. Nicholas is the last to remain, watching Vash and his frozen crew, who slowly regain their sense of self now that the siren has remained silent.

"Thank you," Vash calls out with sincerity, but doesn't get an answer as the merman turns away and disappears into the water just like the others.

You struggle to stay conscious; fear is the only stimulant that keeps you awake. It starts to set in that perhaps this is real. It feels real in every way; it just seems crazy that it would happen. You push against the net around you while trying to pull away from the wall of people surrounding you. It is terrifying. Your kin is supposed to be secret. It has become way too dangerous to hunt openly and reveal that you exist at all. And now you are on the surface, for everyone to see. Your heart races as you fear the worst.

"Step aside!" a voice calls out, and the crew surrounding you turns to look. They quickly part to make way to their captain and the man who shouted.

Vash sees you lying on the deck and lets out a sigh of relief. Seeing his face calms your nerves, wiping away the fear that had been building up inside you. He takes a few long steps and kneels before you, his right hand reaching out to cup your face.

"I've got you," he says softly, almost like he is out of breath again.

With an effortless move, his hands shift and take hold of the net to pull it apart. The ropes snap like they are nothing as the trap falls off you, releasing your arms so you can throw them around Vash's neck. He holds you tight, pressing his face into your hair as you cling so desperately to him. He feels the bite marks under his hand where the changelings fed on you. It makes his stomach turn with anger and sadness.

"I am taking you home," he promises in a quiet voice.

He doesn't get an answer. Instead, your whole body gets limp in his arms as exhaustion and relief wash over you now that fear and panic don't keep them at bay. You black out in his arms, and he lifts his head to look at your face, relaxed and peaceful. He leans his forehead lightly against yours before placing a kiss there instead.

Vash keeps you tightly against him even as he reaches out his hand to the man who spoke for him before. With quiet understanding, he is handed back his red coat that he removed before diving into the depths, weighed down by the boat's anchor. Vash still drips, completely soaked and shivering, but he wraps the red fabric around you, adjusting so he can sit with his back against the mast, holding you tightly in his embrace.

"Get us back to our shore, and the chest filled with gold and jewels I brought with me will be yours. This mermaid is the only treasure I seek." Vash says, loud enough for everybody to hear.

The men exchange looks, some confused, some angry, some disappointed. A low grumbling echoes through the crew, some voicing disappointment that they are already turning back, some saying that it is unfair for the captain to claim the siren as his own. Some even feel betrayed that a mermaid is on the boat at all, suspecting it to be a set up so you can kill them all. Vash tunes all the voices out. He has faith that he will get back home with you. After all, he has you in his arms, and that already feels like home.

"Quit your yapping and get back to your positions!" shouts the same voice as before, finally getting the mob to disperse and find their posts. He looks at Vash and you from under his brimmed hat, a toothy grin of happiness spreading across his half-tattooed face. He turns around and heads for the steering wheel, where he continues to give instructions, all while Vash holds you tight, his cheek resting on top of your head.

The journey back is quiet. After the storm, the waters remain calm even as you exit the fog. The sun begins to peek through the clouds, casting a warm glow over the peaceful scene, but still, the boat cannot return straight to the port it had left from in the night. Everyone is on edge, aware that the navy is probably on high alert for pirates, so the boat needs to take an alternate route, making a grand detour to avoid detection.

Night has fallen once again as the fishing boat arrives at a small port down the coast. Vash has not moved from his spot, still keeping your unconscious body safe. The only difference is the sail material draped over Vash's shoulders. The mistrustful crew took pity on the shivering captain and covered him with something dry as a sign of respect for showing them something that almost everyone else believes to just be a legend.

The boat is finally docked, the path illuminated by a few lit lanterns. Vash stands up without letting go of you. He steps forward, carrying you in his arms, wrapped in the red coat. The canvas fabric slips from Vash's shoulders, and he doesn't seem to mind. He waits for the tattooed man to come closer.

"Here, this key opens the chest. I trust you to divide it equally." Vash speaks calmly and opens his hand to reveal a key sitting on his palm. The tattooed man nods silently and takes the key from Vash's hand.

A new commotion erupts among the crew. Some believe that it is unfair that the captain gets to walk off with the mermaid, others complaining that no amount of treasure will make up for the terror and helplessness they felt while facing off against sirens. Some are just happy to get some loot. Vash leaves it all behind without a second look. He is glad this boat and most of the crew made it back alive, but still, there are those who rest now in a watery grave. The more he thinks about it, the more sure he is that there is no rest for those lost to the sirens; they met a horrible end; there is no doubt about it. And it is all his fault. Everything is: he led everyone to the sirens; he disobeyed you when you told him to keep away; he got you snatched; he did all those stupid things because he fell in love.

He carries you across the wooden pier, towards a singular, distant flame. The darkness of the night swallows him whole, hiding him from any onlookers until he gets close enough to the rough looking older man standing on the gravel path with a lantern in one hand and the headgear of Vash's horse in the other.

"I'll be damned," he says roughly, "you actually brought back a real mermaid."

"I did as I said I would," Vash smiles weakly, feeling the exhaustion and cold in his bones.

"Well, you look like shit. You better get home and quickly," Vash's friend advises with concern.

"Thank you, Roberto."

With the man's help, Vash gets on his horse and settles you in front of him, making sure you can't slide off the animal's back. He says his goodbyes and commands his ride to a brisk strut, anxious to get home, but cautious of the dark night that hides dangers from his view.

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17.5

HERMIONE

Ron was dancing. It was awkward to watch. Mostly because he was not good at it. But also because when they were dating, he refused to dance at any event. The one and only time he had agreed to dance was at Bill and Fleur’s wedding.

And now he was twirling Alicia Spinnet around the dance floor, laughing and smiling and really, it was just infuriating.

She didn’t care that he was with Spinnet, really.

Hermione was upset because he never danced with her. She was upset because she was at a gala with Cormac stinking McLaggen and Draco Malfoy had taken her reluctant heart and twisted it with his neglect after spending the night with her. After having wildly good and passionate sex.

And he wasn’t here. He wasn’t here to see her with Cormac. She wanted to make him jealous because she wanted him to suffer. She wanted him to feel pain the way she did all the time when she thought about him. For years, there was pain punctuated only by small little moments of bliss and beautiful little moments shared, nearly in secret..

But those moments were the real problem here. Because of those moments, she felt terrible about being here with Cormac. Those moments made it impossible for her to feel good about everything she said yesterday. The things she said to Malfoy and the things she said after he had left.

She cried into the arms of Pansy Parkinson, which in itself was odd and somewhat surreal. But she had lashed out and called him horrible and selfish. Had said that she hated him.

But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Because he had said things to her that made her melt, that made her want to wrap herself into something small and infinitesimal and jump into his hand or his pocket or his chest. She wanted to bask inside of his soul, to look at all of the nooks and crannies that made up the complex and hard to understand wizard who had kissed her until she felt like collapsing.

She should leave.

Or she should find Malfoy, tell him that she wanted to go home.

With him.

Instead, she remained stuck to her chair, her thoughts heavy and consuming until a hand touched her back. Until the sudden nearness of Cormac’s mouth, almost touching her ear.

She nearly jumped out of her chair and leaned away from him, gaping at his smile as his eyelids lowered, his gaze taking on what she supposed was something seductive. He was waiting for her to respond, she realized, his eyes remaining fixed on her, a slight lift to his brow.

“What?”

“I asked if you wanted to dance.” His tongue drew out the end of the word, reminding her of a snake or a parselmouth. “Or, if you prefer, we could leave. You look rather bored.” Cormac straightened in his chair, as a grin began to morph his face into something more feline than snake like.

“Oh,” She bit her lower lip, her eyes darting to where Theo was standing. Theo, who had spent most of the night staring at Pansy but was till so attentive and alert that the second she looked over, his eyes met hers.

He was moving before she could answer Cormac.

She stood, pushing her chair back. “Dance.” She spit out, awkwardly as she watched Theo’s arm hook around Pansy.

She headed for the dancefloor, Cormac hot on her heels while Theo flawlessly swept Pansy into a waltz. He looked like a courtier, romancing a princess. Not like the guard and lethal wizard that he was.

Cormac’s hands were quick to find their place. One on her hip, the other wrapped around one of hers.

She swayed, awkwardly, as he moved her around the dancefloor. Pansy and Theo moved gracefully around them, their bodies were close, brushing close and Hermione felt a pang of envy. Theo’s left hand was at Pansy’s lower back, clenching at the fabric of her dress, pressing her chest against his.

Her eyes gave nothing away. But Hermione could feel the tension and the energy coming off of them.

She had to hand it to them, they were professional. They didn’t take their eyes off of the dancefloor, their gazes constantly shifting to where Hermione danced.

“I heard that you were staying with Harry.” Cormac broke the awkward silence.

“What?” She hadn’t told anyone at work. Aside form Harry, Draco and Theo, the only ones who knew were Pansy, Ron and Ginny. She assumed Ron could have told Alicia...though, that didn't seem likely. Ron was incredibly protective of his friends and had immediately taken the situation seriously. He didn't question any of the choices made, simply argued the case that she and Malfoy were in love with each other.

“Where did you hear that?”

Cormac shrugged, his square tightening as his eyes drifted up and over her head. “Just some office gossip floating around.” He guided her toward the edge of the dancefloor, albeit slowly, as if he had spotted someone worth schmoozing up to.

The doors to the ballroom opened and that was when the atmosphere in the room shifted. The guests grew quiet, slowly, one by one, as Harry and Malfoy stepped through the doors.

They were still dressed in their work clothes, though, Harry had at least combed his hair.

A hum of murmurs and whispers before flash after flash went off as photographers from every publication start to snap their photos of the pair. It was a hot topic for the gossip pages. Once childhood enemies turned crime fighting partners. Witch Weekly wouldn't stop raving about the two of them. The Prophet constantly called into question the choice of allowing Draco Malfoy, former Death Eater to join the department, let alone work alongside the Chosen One.

But mostly, they made inquiries about who he was dating. Often, they brought up some of the old photos of witches he had been spotted with throughout the years.

It was enough to make Hermione's stomach to sour.

Because, deep down, she knew that she wanted it to be her. And now, as she watched him stand in the middle of that ballroom, she knew she would fight to be the witch he would end up with.

Malfoy’s hair looked as wild as last night. Finger combed and unkempt. His eyes were dark and serious, the bruising more visible beneath the flash of lights.

But he looked beautiful to her. His back was ramrod straight, his shoulders drawn back with tension as his eyes scanned the room.

It only took a second or two for him to find her.

She felt a jerk to her body, the compulsion to move toward him. Instinctively, her body wanted to be near his.

But then Cormac was pulling her further towards the opposite end of the room, toward the edge of the dancefloor as if he sensed where she wanted to be, and he worked to pull her further and further away from Draco.

To where a brown haired server with bright green eyes stood, holding a black circular tray of champagne flutes. Only one glass remained full of champagne and Cormac reached for it.

Hermione kept glancing over her shoulder. Malfoy was making his way toward her.

Her heart felt too big for her chest. She could barely breathe as his eyes remained locked on hers, his tall body dwarfing those around him.

He had no coat, only the black oxford and black pants and the wand holster strapped around his broad chest. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and she could see the dark ink of the dark mark tattooed there.

She was surprised to find how little it bothered her to see it. Because that wasn't who he was. He wasn't a Death Eater, he wasn't dark. It was something his father had desperately tried to mold him into but he had failed. And Hermione had to wonder if that was due to his mothers doing or simply due to the fact that Malfoy was his own man.

“I heard Harry and Malfoy are working on a rather grim case.” Cormac said into her ear. “Thirsty? Here.” He shoved the glass into her hand.

She took it without caring. Her eyes were on the figure coming toward her. He cut a striking contrast to the glitz and glam around him. He moved more graceful than the dancers he cut through, but there was something lethal about his precise movements. And his eyes were unyielding in the way they stayed latched onto hers. As if they were meant to communicate everything he had failed to tell her last night or the day before.

That he wasn't ever playing around with her. That she was not a joke to him, and that he was perhaps more serious about her than anything else.

“More office gossip?” Hermione asked, only half interested.

“Something like that. Drink up, the night is young.” He chuckled, again, putting his mouth too close to her ear.

She lifted the glass to her lips as she leaned away from him.

Malfoy was only ten feet away, now. Every muscle in her body tensed with his impending arrival. Her mouth was drying out. Her body ached with her need for him.

“Malfoy!” Ginny’s voice cut through the music.

Hermione pulled the glass away and watched as she shot through the crowd before throwing her arms around him.

He stopped, his eyes growing wide with what Hermione could only explain as alarm. Her mouth twitched as she fought the amusement as she watched him tense up with the human contact.

Malfoy looked down at the top of Ginny’s head as she pressed her cheek into his shoulder. “Weasley.” His lips pulled into what might have been a grimace or a poor attempt at a smile.

Ginny was dressed in a beautiful white, long sleeve dress that clung to her hips and flowed gracefully around her legs. Hermione thought her dress would work as a wedding gown and wished that she and Harry would just elope already.

Pulling away, Ginny smacked him in the arm, causing him to frown. “I cannot believe you.”

Hermione drifted closer, swallowing up four more feet of space between them.

“I’m sorry?”

Harry suddenly appeared behind Malfoy. “She’s trying to thank you for the wedding.” Harry chuckled as he slid his arm around his fiancé.

Hermione’s brow quirked. “What do you mean?” She asked Harry, but it was Ginny who spun to face her and replied as Hermione lifted the glass to her lips again.

Malfoy was staring at her, his eyes tracking over her.

She was wearing a dress picked out by Pansy. Rose cold organza material with lines of silver glitter that all seemed to accentuate her waist line and the flare of her hips. One of her shoulders was bare, and Draco’s eyes seemed to take in the dusting of freckles there before his eyes dropped to the skirt. Tulle mixed with organza, it was more sheer than the top and as it reached the floor it split open, starting at her mid left thigh, parting the dress nearly in two the further down it went, revealing her bare knees and calves.

She thought it was pretty before. But now, with his eyes on her, she felt more than pretty. She felt sexy, she felt powerful. She felt like she could take on the world when he looked at her like that.

“You don't know?” Her face was flushed, her eyes big and wide. “Malfoy gifted us his family’s vineyard to use for the wedding, free of charge! Including the catering!” Ginny turned to look up Harry. "Don't tell Ron but, Malfoy is a much better partner."

“What?” Hermione lowered the glass again. Her eyes locked onto Malfoy’s. He nodded but said nothing.

“Care for another dance, Hermione?” Cormac’s voice came just as his hand grasped onto her. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hip, causing her to jerk forward.

Malfoy’s eyes darkened on the wizard behind her.

“Oh, no. I’m actually rather tired.” Her eyes darted up to Malfoy’s, sending him a pointed glance.

His eyebrow lifted, reading the unspoken words. She wanted to leave. With him. She wanted to talk to him, to explain herself, she wanted him to explain himself to her.

But Cormac didn’t release her. “Malfoy, I see you dressed up for the occasion.”

With the full flute of champagne still in one hand, Hermione pushed on Cormac’s arm, forcing him to release her.

He didn’t.

“I’m certain I’ve told you once before, McLaggen, but allow me to refresh your memory.” Malfoy took a step closer, his chest now brushing up against her arm. “Don’t.” His hand darted out, his fingers wrapping around Cormac’s wrist. “Touch her.”

Cormac gasped and choked as Malfoy’s wrist twisted. The sound of tendons popping and bone grinding was nearly impossible to hear over the music and chatter of the ball room but Hermione was certain she heard it.

Pansy and Theo suddenly appeared on either side of her.

They formed a barrier around her, the three Slytherins, in the far corner of the room. Harry's eyes were narrowed in on McLaggen, occasionally darting around, as he seemed to have Malfoy's back.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you, McLaggen,” Pansy drawled, her hand moving to Hermione’s hips, slowly pulling her out of the line of fire. “When a girl says she’s tired at,” She looked at her wrist. There was no watch, only a beautiful diamond bracelet that glittered like a rainbow against the glare of the rooms lighting. “Eight fifteen, it means she isn't interested?”

“Parkinson?” Cormac choked as Malfoy dropped his hand. He held it up against his chest with a scowl. “Who let you in here? Weren’t you tossed into the garbage with the rest of these former Death Eaters?” He nodded toward Draco and his exposed Dark Mark, his scowl growing more and more horrendous.

Before anyone could respond, though, Cormach was lifting up into the air before being flipped upside down. Everyone gasped and screamed as his body flew several feet where it slammed into the wall. The back of his skull cracked against the plaster, creating little fissures to spread out behind him.

Draco’s pale eyes glittered with delight as he watched the scene unfold.

Theo stepped in front of them and approached Cormac, sliding his hands into his pockets.

It was Theo who had slammed Cormac’s body against the wall without a single flick of his wand, without a single utterance of a verbal incantation.

And it was Theo who was bending over, and lowering his mouth to Cormac’s ear.

“What the hell did McLaggen do now?” Ron was standing to her right, Alicia tucked into the side of his body, his arm thrown over her shoulder.

Hermione glanced up at Malfoy and Pansy. They were both watching Theo with something dark and something giddy.

She looked to watch as Cormac’s eyes widened slowly as if each word Theo uttered was another reason to be shocked.

She watched as fear sank deep into his features, forcing him to gulp, before Theo pulled away and nodded once. As though satisfied with the color of the paint chosen for the wall.

When he turned around, his bright hazel eyes went to Pansy, who lifted her chin, some sort of silent communication passing between them before Theo held out his hand for her, a slight bend to his waist.

She didn’t smile, but she didn’t roll her eyes, as she slid her hand into his.

Hermione watched in awe as he hauled her into his arms, graceful and flawlessly before they waltzed away from the group as Cormac fell to the floor with a loud grunt.

“Well, that was exciting.” Ron drawled, causing Alicia to giggle.

Hermione looked up as Malfoy lowered his gaze back to her. He said nothing as he held his hand out to her. He only arched his brow.

She held out the flute of champagne for someone, anyone, to take from her.

Someone did, Ron or Alicia, she wasn’t sure and she didn’t care.

Because Malfoy’s eyes were darkening with something that caused her stomach to clench, that caused her heart to race, her palms to grow damp.

“Where did Cormac go?” Harry asked, looking over the crowd, his eyes sharp as they scanned the room.

“Maybe he finally got the clue and realized nobody wants him around.” Ginny snorted.

“Like, ever.” Ron joked.

Malfoy’s lip twitched, a smile threatening to break free.

When she was free of the glass, she stepped forward, her hand reaching out for his.

They hadn’t spoken a word to each other. But somehow, everything was so loud and clear. He was there for her. And she had been waiting for him to arrive.

Their fingers brushed just as a glass shattered onto the floor.

“Alicia!” Ron was shouting.

Screams filled the small space around them before shouts of alarm filled the entire room.

Hermione spun around and slapped a hand over her mouth in horror when she saw Alicia Spinnet twitching on the floor, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She was foaming at the mouth and Ron was leaning over her down on his hands and knees, repeating her name. Calling it out to her over and over.

An arm wrapped around her waist and hauled her away. Theo’s scent of pine engulfed her and Pansy was suddenly in front of her, her back pressed in tight against Hermione’s chest.

“Alicia!” Hermione gasped. But Theo was moving swiftly, His and Pansy’s body created a barricade around her.

“She drank from the glass you handed her.” He said into her ear through clenched teeth.

“Where’s Draco?” She was clawing at his arms, trying to push herself up onto her toes, trying to see over Pansy’s shoulder. “Where is he?”

“Cormac gave you the glass, Granger.” Pansy hissed over her shoulder and then they were suddenly outside of the ballroom, pushing through a throng of people rushing forward to watch the spectacle. “Draco went after him.”

[justkending]

Finding Memories. Chapter 1.

Summary: Waking up with little to no memory of her past, and being saved by a group of individuals who call themselves heroes, sends a long time captive for a whirlwind trying to find some form of grounding in this world she quickly learns runs on chaos. But she’s not the only one trying to figure out her forgotten backstory. Bucky Barnes, along with the other Avengers, can’t help but sense that there is a lot more to the whole situation than a diagnosis of amnesia. Her background slowly starts to come forward in pieces of her past and hidden information discovered. Who is she? And why was she in the room they were meant to destroy? 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Word Count: 2400+

TW: Torture, cussing, and blood. 

A/N: Ok! First off, Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday's lovlies! I'm so excited to share this new series with and also very excited to see what comes of it:) I hope you all are safe, warm, and having some sort of fun during this time of the year. Whether that be by yourself or with friends and family, all ways are just fine and dandy! Anyway, here is my Christmas gift to you! I plan on posting a chapter every other day so I can give myself some time to write in between! Love love love you all! xoxoxo

Chapter 1:

Bucky asked one of the assistants to bring a change of clothes for their Jane Doe.

So far, they did a few more checkups on her, making sure she was ok to be released within the next hour, and Bucky stayed close by.

He seemed to be the only one she had a sense of ease around, as he was the only familiar face in her new environment. They didn't have much outside of that keeping her from completely freaking out.

Though, she seemed more relaxed now that she had been taken care of properly and wasn't in immediate danger like she was used to.

"Thanks, Stark," he replied through the phone before hitting the end and turning back to the girl. "You have a place to stay here if you want," he smiled softly as she fidgeted with the plastic medical bracelet that hung loose on her wrist.

She nodded in response and continued to monitor her surroundings while anxiously picking at the laminated name, Jane Doe, they had put on her.

"Natasha, one of my teammates who helped us find you on that mission; said she's happy to help you get anything you need. We have an extra room down the hall from her and she's already got you set up with all the necessities you'll need until we get you back on your feet," he explained as he watched her zone in on the beeping coming from the monitor still hooked up to her blood pressure. "If you need anything outside of that, just let me know and I'll see what I can do."

She never gave any indication that she acknowledged him this time, but he knew that look on her face. The reality of the situation was setting in and it was harsh drowning waves of flashbacks.

She didn't know her name. She didn't really know where she was. Who knew how long she was at that torturous facility? And they knew nothing besides the little bits of intel they had recovered from the database which they were still trying to hack.

Sometimes you just have to shut down fully to even start to comprehend a piece of it.

"I know this is a lot," he started really soft and carefully as he crouched in front of her making himself smaller to her. "It's a long process of piecing things back together and coming to terms with all that happened and how. But from experience, I can promise you there is a way out of that dark tunnel that feels like it's closing in on you."

She looked at him, eyes still harboring a sense of anxiety, but more so horror at the memories she knew would resurface now that she had to process them.

And she had to process them. That was the only way she knew she could move on from this situation and figure out what the hell happened to her.

Breaking her eye contact from him, she adjusted on the edge of the hospital bed and straightened the hand-me-down sweatshirt she was given for the time being.

"How much longer do I have to stay here?" she asked. Her voice was still raspy, but with time and lots of hydration, she was slowly regaining it.

Bucky was happy she wasn't completely mute. She had a strength in her that he knew would pull through with time. It was all a matter of how much time though.

"Alma said within the next hour if you're still ok, we can go ahead and get you moved. They want to make sure you aren't going to have a reaction to any of the antibiotics they gave you," he replied.

For some reason, she wanted to laugh at that thought. Antibiotics would be water compared to the things she had injected into her in the past. There were going to be no side effects and she knew that.

At that moment, her stomach reminded the two that she hadn't had solid food for the whole time she was there. Who knows how long it had been before then too?

"How about I talk to Alma about an early check out and then we get you something to eat?" he asked, smirking as she self-consciously placed her hand on her stomach. "What's something you like?"

He was hoping the simple question would spark something, but if anything it caused her to give a confused look. Then it slowly saddened as she realized she didn't know what she liked.

"How about I pick a favorite of mine and we see how you feel?" he asked, standing up and placing his hands on his hips.

"Ok," she nodded.

"Ok," he confirmed. "I'm going to go talk to Alma and we'll go from there."

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Figuring it was best to not go out in public just yet, he made do with the ingredients that Stark thankfully kept stocked in the shared Avenger's kitchen.

He showed her where her room was for the time being and introduced her to Nat who helped her get situated and accustomed to the new place.

After a quick shower and a fresh pair of clothes that weren't scrub pants and a sweatshirt some agent had taken from lost and found, she looked like a new person.

The circles under her eyes were still dark and semi-sunken from malnourishment that would take more than just a few days of saline and antibiotics to heal. However, the Y/E/C color in her eyes was shining differently given the newfound security she was being introduced to. Her face no longer held marks of dirt and residue from the explosion and he could see her complexion with more details.

Her Y/H/C hair was washed and he noticed a hint of waves to it as it dried, now that it had been properly cleaned and taken care of.

She came and sat at the island bar, reserved and keeping a high sense of awareness of her unfamiliar and new environment. So far it had proved to be safe, but she never had known a time when she didn't have to watch her back constantly.

"Not sure how you feel about pancakes for dinner, but I know it's a go-to comfort food for me and a few other people I know," he commented, setting a plate of the hot breakfast food in front of her.

He had brought out all the works not knowing what she liked and didn't.

Fresh-cut fruit was in one bowl, nuts and granola in another, chocolate chips and chocolate syrup placed on the other side, and of course butter and syrup ready to be picked if wanted.

"I'm not sure if you eat meat, but I can make some bacon or sausage," he offered as he watched her eyes take in the buffet of toppings. "Or eggs..." he added, not sure what she was thinking.

"What do you usually do?" she asked, looking up at him.

He hadn't expected that question, but he looked at the toppings and thought about it.

"I guess a good amount of butter and some syrup is a classic," he leaned against the other side of the island. "I eat a little more than the average person, so I usually add a protein in there somewhere."

"I'll do that then," she replied. "I'm really not sure what I like." She mumbled the last part, and Bucky could hear a hint of frustration in it.

Maybe the excess amount of choices wasn't the best idea, but he had hoped to spark a memory from it.

"Well, consider it a fresh start. Now you have the freedom to experience things and see for yourself what you like and dislike," he said with hope in his tone.

For the first time, he saw a glimpse of a smile turn at the corner of her mouth. It was a nice look on her.

The two sat and ate breakfast for dinner and he coaxed her to try a little bit of it all just to see what she thought.

She realized she liked chocolate. Quickly after learning that, she had added an excessive amount of chocolate syrup to the remainder of her pancakes and began adding different fruits to them as well. Chocolate and strawberries became her favorite combination, though who could blame her?

He chuckled as she discovered her sweet tooth and knew from personal experience just how euphoric such a simple choice can make someone who has been controlled all their known life feel.

Then slowly she became more relaxed and started asking Bucky questions.

"I heard someone call you Sergeant," she noted, swirling a strawberry that was on her fork through the leftover chocolate on her plate. "Are you in the army?"

"I was," he answered, wadding up his napkin and throwing it on his empty plate. "Not anymore, technically."

"Technically?"

"I'm a part of a smaller group now. But saving people and going on missions to take down some really shitty people is still part of the job," he nodded.

"Does your group have a name?" she asked.

"Hmm mmm," he hummed, turning his body back to her. "The Avengers."

He paused wondering if that name would ring any bells. But her face was blank as if the infamous name had never once crossed her path.

She hummed to herself and placed her dirty silverware on top of the cleaned-off plate.

"Who are you all Avenging?" she asked.

"Depends on the day," he chuckled at the wording of her question. "Here. I'll take those," he reached over, taking the plates and stacking them before moving to do the dishes.

"Thank you for that," she nodded appreciatively at his actions. "Thank you for everything really. I-I don't know what would have happened to me if you all weren't there to..." She didn't finish her thought.

He could tell the topic of that day was a sensitive one, but he was happy that he could be a decent memory in a fucked up situation.

"It's what we do," he replied.

She looked up and that small little smile was back for a fleeting second before she was hit with the trauma that came with the memory.

"Listen, I'd like to call you something else besides Jane Doe. Any chance there's a name you remember that you think could be yours?" he asked, trying to redirect her thought process.

"Right," she said softly, her eyebrows furrowing as she thought hard about it. He could see the recall working through her eyes as she tried to pull it from memories she had most likely tried to erase. "I'm not sure," she finally said, somewhat defeated.

"That's ok. How about you sleep on it and hopefully it'll come back to you. If not, it's just another thing you get to choose," he smirked.

She nodded before a yawn came over her. Her eyes drooped at the motion as her body begged for rest.

"We should call it a night. You've had a long enough day and I think it would be good for your body to get a well-deserved break." He put the last dish away and moved around the corner. "I'll walk you back to your room. This place can be a maze the first couple days here."

She yawned again and turned in the stool and hopped off to the ground in a quiet and careful manner. She was quite a bit shorter than him and it was the first time he noticed. Every time before, she had been in bed or slouched into his side running away from an explosion.

"Um," she hesitated, pausing just steps outside her door. He stopped in his step ahead of her and turned to her. "What do I do if I need help or someone to-," she stopped and he knew where she was going with it.

Someone to protect her.

"Do you want me to show you where my room is in case you need to find me?" he asked, and she looked past his shoulder down the long corridor of random doors. Then she nodded. "See that door on the other side of the hall?" He pointed directly to the other side just two doors down from her. "My door is unlocked most of the time and I'll be in there. Feel free to knock if you need anything."

His look was comforting to her as it held a promise that he would be at her beck and call until they found out more information.

She nodded once again in affirmation and turned to the knob and twisted it open to her room.

Bucky walked to his room but stopped just outside waiting for her to completely disappear behind the door before carrying on with his night.

As she began to shut the door, he turned into his but was stopped at the sound of his name.

"Bucky," she said as a statement. He turned his attention to her. "Thank you. I know I've said it already, but I really do respect all that you've done for me this far."

"It's part of my job," he replied and a part of him wanted to punch himself in the face right there.

A look of surprise passed over her expression as she began deducting that this was just a job to him. Though it had started that way, Bucky had found a form of sentiment to this girl and her background.

It was still part of his job, but he quickly learned that he was a little more attached to this whole case than he planned to be. It was too close to home for him to just be another job. He knew the pain, the trauma, and the sense of constantly having to learn trust with each passing day.

You can't fully do that with someone who sees you as a job.

By the time he had processed how his comment would have come off to her, she was already behind the door giving a quick nod and disappearing.

He shut his eyes in frustration and annoyance at himself. One step forward, two steps back.

He'd find a way to make it up to her and show her this was more personal to him than he was leading it on to be. That kind of connection is the first step in building trust and helping someone like her get out of the hole she's known for too long.

He debated on going and knocking on the door and explaining that second, but he needed rest and so did she. They weren't going to make any progress on exhaustion and weak bodies.

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[pastelwitchling]

I love your last one shot ❤️ Could you write how Alex comforts Michael after they hear homophonic remarks?

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              Michael knew how his life worked. After years of being shunted from one foster family to the next, standing on the receiving end of mean highschoolers who mocked everything about him from his clothes to where he slept, and sneered at by every bartender and bar straggler alike, he’d tended to expect the ugly out of humanity.

              Only one man had ever really been his exception to that. With his siblings, though he loved them, Michael could never help but feel that disconnect. That line that told him he wasn’t good enough. But Alex . . . oh, Alex. With Alex, he feared he wouldn’t be good enough, but he’d hoped. Part of him knew that if he got the chance, really got the chance to keep this beautiful, strong, perfectly broken man, he’d love him right. He’d protect him and care for him and love him the way he deserved to be protected and cared for and loved.

              Then he’d married Alex, and his world had changed forever. He’d stopped expecting the worst, the ugly. With someone as wonderful as Alex at his side, loving him right back, how could anything or anyone ever be that bad?

              At least, that was until one random Friday night, when Michael caught Alex around the waist as they were leaving the Wild Pony. The night had gone perfectly; after a long day at work, both of them ready to head home for a long weekend in bed, Michael had suggested they go out for a meal and Alex had suggested they go out for drinks, and there they were, ending their night with bellies full and bodies tired and giggling into each other’s mouths.

              Some moments with Alex felt a little surreal. Like if Michael held on too tightly or kissed him a little too much or got a little too giddy, he would wake up back in his airstream and find his wedding ring gone. This whole life would’ve been nothing but a dream. He hugged Alex tighter from behind.

              Alex laughed as he attempted to make his way to the truck—their truck now, as Michael had had no interest in keeping anything to himself after they’d gotten married. “You’re such a clingy drunk.”

              Michael groaned in protest against Alex’s shoulder, his nose and cheeks red, his eyes half-lidded, his smile wide and sleepy. He was so in love he felt like his chest was about to burst. He hugged Alex tighter.

              “Let me go, you freak!”

              “Never,” Michael murmured, for while a comment like that two years ago would’ve scared him into making some snarky remark he didn’t mean, all he could hear now was Alex’s laughter behind his words, Alex gripping Michael’s forearm securely as if more afraid that Michael would trip than for himself, Alex blushing every time Michael hooked his chin over his shoulder and kissed his neck.

              “Hey,” he murmured.

              “Hm?”

              He nuzzled Alex’s neck. “Hey.”

              Alex giggled. “Hi.”

              Michael’s smile widened at the sound. “Hey, beautiful.”

              “Yes, my pretty cowboy?”

              Michael’s eyes fluttered shut. “I’m your pretty cowboy.”

              Alex finally managed to reach their truck with Michael hanging off his shoulders. “You are.”

              “I love you so much.”

              “I love you more.”

              “Not a chance, Private.”

              “Gross,” a voice said, and Michael felt Alex tense before he opened his eyes and found the source. Some guy and his girlfriend were heading out of the Wild Pony, lip curled in disgust as he unmistakably glanced at Michael and Alex.

              Michael straightened. “The hell?” he started, but Alex caught his arm.

              “Just leave it,” Alex murmured.

              The guy turned and said something to his girlfriend and she giggled behind her hand. The guy followed with a shudder and they both laughed. Michael narrowed his eyes.

              “Guerin,” Alex warned him, “you’re making the ground shake.”

              “I know,” Michael said, working his jaw. “I just want to scare them a little.”

              “Hey,” Alex turned to face him, taking Michael’s face in his hands, “Michael, stop it, you’ll hurt them.”

              “They don’t deserve your protection, baby,” Michael said coldly, satisfaction blooming at the couple’s alarmed yelps as they stumbled.

              “I don’t give a crap about them,” Alex said fiercely. “I’m trying to protect you.”

              Michael blinked, and his eyes focused to find Alex’s smile and bright eyes gone, replaced now with anger and concern.

              “Look. At. Me.” Michael swallowed as Alex slowly cupped his jaw, his thumb carefully tracing Michael’s cheekbone. “I will never let anyone hurt you again, understand? It’s you and me, and no one and nothing else matters. It’s just you and me, Guerin. So stop it, and breathe.”

              “Alex, I don’t want anyone saying crap about us—”

              “If all of Roswell told you the worst about me and tried to force you to leave me,” Alex cut him off, “what would you do?”

              Without needing to think about it, Michael grabbed his waist possessively and said, “I’d burn the world down before I let anyone separate us.”

              “I know,” Alex scoffed, and then more softly, “I know you would. Nothing anybody says can touch us, okay? Nothing.” He pressed his lips to Michael’s, instantly shattering his anger to pieces. “And some asshole will sure as hell never be worth exposing aliens in Roswell.”

              Michael heaved a sigh, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. “You know, having someone worry this much about me is kind of inconvenient sometimes.”

              Alex scoffed, wrapping his arms around Michael’s shoulders. “Deal with it.”

              Michael pressed their foreheads together. “Happily. Forever. Just don’t let go.”

              “Yeah, yeah, I know,” Alex sighed. “Clingy drunk.”

              “The drinks have nothing to do with it,” Michael murmured. “Not even a little, Private.”

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Happy malex Monday ❤️

[silentmagi]

Rising Star

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2. A hopeful magic user seeking to restore magic.

Of course! She’s a magic user, or rather she had, dedicated her life to the study of magic and its application in the world. She was going to be a powerful enchantress bending the world to her whims.

And then the Catastrophe happened and her world changed around her. Magic vanished overnight, and she had to come to terms that she wasted most of her life so far on something that was gone.

Yeah, that’s a complete load of fecal matter.

Straightening out her purple robes, she sighed as she rubbed her eyes and looked out the window to look at the tower that she was here to explore. It was a collapsed monument to the wizard that had resided there. Said wizard was currently under several tons of stone and she was very thankful that she hadn’t been able to see him.

The crimson remains that lingered upon the surrounding area was enough to disturb her as is, thank you. If she could, she would magic it away, but instead she just scrubbed away what she could of the former magic user. She knew that there would be at least a few books in the tower she could use, if she could get to the fifth floor without the whole thing falling down on her, that was where his library was supposed to be.

Suddenly she really wished that her schooling had not skimped on the physical aspects of her training. The thought of climbing and scrambling up over broken stairs and broken stones did not sound fun in the least. Maybe she should have accepted her friend’s suggestion of hiring some fighter or thief to help, but she was a broke student, and that was a lot of paper and ink for spells.

Oh well, no need to worry about that now. She had her own hubris to own up to now, and it wasn't like she could use any spells if she did copy them.

Sniffing, she was brought back to the present as she found it was time to check the stew. Maybe things would look better on a full stomach. It was a lucky thing this wizard decided to keep a fully stocked guest house she could use as a base of operations.

Stirring the stew, she smiled as everything looked good. Ha! Take that. Telling her she would starve because she never learned to cook, well mother it was just recipes like in alchemy. I'd she could make a palatable potion of healing, she knew that cooking would be possible. Glancing at the cookbook she'd found in the cabin, she reached out to grab the herbs it said to add at the end and sprinkled them on before pulling the pot off the flame on its hook to simmer the last five minutes.

Watching the stew slow its boil, she reflected on how odd it was that the wizard had everything set up in this cabin when their tower was just a few steps away. She missed her familiar, who would have been great for helping her climb and traverse the tower.

Sighing she spooned out a bowl of the stew, and topped it with herbs before returning to her notes. There wasn’t much else she could do with these notes, so she had to pick what she was doing next.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Truly wip Wednesday this ends in the middle of a sentence and I may cut most of it actually hello from the break room at work

“Oh! Yeah! I mean- No! I- I mean-” Buck shakes his head sheepishly as Tommy leans intoxicatingly close and laughs at — with? about? — him. “I mean, no I’m not doing anything Friday, yes I’d like your number.”

“Okay,” Tommy says, straightening up with a grin and making grabby hands until Buck passes over his phone. He squints down at it for a minute, slowly tapping away with fingers Buck’s suddenly paying close attention to the size of. He wonders if Tommy needs reading glasses, or if he has a different kind of phone, or if he’s like Eddie and just doesn’t like the damn things. He passes it back eventually, and Buck huffs out a laugh at the winky-face Tommy’s texted himself.

“See, I feel like that’s dorky,” Buck says. “Winky-face is like fuck boy maneuver 101.”

“Oh?” Tommy smirks, drinking his beer. “You’d prefer- what, I don’t know what the kids do these days, eggplant emoji?”

Buck coughs, even though he hadn’t even taken a sip to choke on. “Uh- Yeah, I guess so. I meant, like-” he knows he already got red as soon as Tommy said eggplant, and he can feel himself getting redder now because he almost said something like what about a conversation to get to know me first? There’s a hot boy coming onto him and he’s just realized that’s something he’s actually really into and he wants to slow things down and, what, get woo’d? Except he’s thinking about it now and his stomach is flip flopping in a worse way, because while it’s flattering to get chatted up in a bar he hasn’t done the meaningless hook up thing in so long, and- well, pathetically, he thinks Tommy is cool. He would like to get to know him.

And he’s waited too long to keep talking and must have a not-great look on his face because Tommy nods at him, kind of concerned, and asks “You okay?”

Buck takes a little breath. “Sorry,” he says, making nervous little gestures with hands that won't keep still. “Sorry, shit, this is like- ruining the mood, sorry, I know, but- I just want to-” he winces, splays his fingers. “Are you, like, inviting me out as a one night only, get laid and never see each other again kind of thing? Because I- I mean, I would like- I wouldn’t not like that, but- I-I would like to go on a date with you. Maybe more than one, if it works out. I-I-I really can’t believe I’m saying this, but- I think if it’s just sex I might not be interested. I’d rather be your friend.”

“You figured out you like boys maybe three minutes ago and you’re fishing for a long term relationship?” Tommy raises his eyebrows, and he’s smiling a little so Buck knows he’s teasing, but he looks kind of calculating, too. He taps his knuckles against the bar. "I'm not a picket fence kind of guy,