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wheel to wheel part two

pairing; f1 x female-driver! reader

warnings; speeding, cursing

summary; opportunity knocks for alpha tauri racing driver y/n y/l/n.

word count; 3.1k

a/n; sorry this one took so long, and thanks for all the love on part one <333

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As a Formula 1 driver, flying commercial was a rare occasion. Private jets were often only a call away, especially when it came to getting to the next race location.

You had been sitting in the Austin airport lounge for hours before deciding that you couldn't take any more waiting.

"Yuki." You whispered, turning towards the boy in the chair next to you. Quiet snores escaped his lips, tired eyes shut in a peaceful nap.

"Yuki." You repeated, giving him a small nudge. Nothing.

"Wake up." You tried again, shaking him with a bit more purpose. He suddenly awoke, albeit not very happily.

"What?" He frowned, perhaps still half asleep.

"There's a Delta flight to Mexico City in 30 minutes. I'm getting on." You told him, checking your phone again to make sure you knew the time.

"Are you crazy?" He squinted at you. You stared at him, the chewing gum in your mouth stilling between your teeth.

"No, I'm bored." You muttered. "Jet was supposed to be here four hours ago." You complained, stuffing your things in your back pack. Yuki shrugged, leaning back into his comfy chair.

Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you grabbed the carry on next to you and headed out the door.

The airport was loud, the midday rush of passengers and staff alike all running through the wide terminal to make it to their gate.

You stopped in front of a large screen displaying the incoming and outgoing flights, quickly scanning for your last minute plane to Mexico.

"E17." You said out loud, finding it amongst the rest of the schedule. According to this, it was set to board in just a few minutes.

"Y/N Y/L/N?" A voice spoke up from behind you. You spun on your heels, meeting the gaze of a tall woman holding the hand of a young child, an impossibly large grin pulling at her red lips.

"Hello." You smiled back, waving with your free hand. The woman awkwardly took a step and a half towards you.

"Wow, this is so crazy." She laughed. "It's Y/N Y/L/N!" She turned to her little girl, who was too busy staring up at you with an adorable intensity.

You glanced at the clock, trying to gauge how much time you could spend saying hi to the two without missing your flight.

"You're her favorite driver." The mom chuckled.

"Aww," You looked down at her. "Thank you so much!" Crouching down, you put out a hand for a high five. The girl looked up at her mom, as if to silently ask if it was okay to accept the offer. The mother nodded and smiled, encouraging the little one.

Instead of meeting you in the middle for a quick hi five, the girl ran into you for a hug, momentarily causing you to lose balance.

"I'm so sorry!" The mom exclaimed from in front of you, but you hardly minded. The girl must've been only 5 or 6, her little arms barely long enough to reach around your sides.

You gave her a quick squeeze before letting go, standing up with a smile.

"Don't worry about it." You assured. "It's so nice to meet you! What's your name?" You asked her. She didn't respond, instead running back to hide behind her mom.

"Melanie." The mom answered for her. "I'm Jocelyn. It's really so great to meet you. I hope we're not keeping you!" You shook your head.

"Not at all." A bit of a lie, but you didn't care all that much.

"Could we get a picture?" She seemed embarrassed to ask.

"Of course!" You grinned, posing for a selfie with the three of them. After, you took the cap off of your head, pulling out a sharpie from your bag.

"Oh no-" Jocelyn began to protest, but you put up a hand.

"It's no big deal." You replied, signing the cap before putting it onto the small girls head. She beamed up at you.

"Thank you so much." Jocelyn expressed. "What do you say?"

"Thank you!" Her little voice was enough to melt your heart, your hand coming up to clutch at your chest.

"You're so welcome! Have a great day, guys." You waved one more good bye before running off. You could hear their shared excitements as you dashed towards your gate, bringing a warm smile to your face.

You had reached the gate just as boarding was finishing up, sprinting to the front desk with the pass in hand.

She scanned the digital pass, not hiding the way she rolled her eyes at your late arrival. You mumbled a quick thank you before shuffling past her, jogging down the passageway to reach the plane.

It was safe to say it had been a while since you had flown commercial. It didn't look all that bad to begin with, the first class seats very inviting in their fancy appearance. Unfortunately, those seats were reserved for people who bought their tickets a bit earlier than yourself.

23B was your seat, the only one available on such short notice. Making your way past first class, you squeezed through the line of passengers to get to your seat, groaning at the realization that you were stuck in between two strangers.

It was better than waiting another seven hours for a private jet, you tried to remind yourself. Your phone buzzed as you sat down.

Yuki TsuGOATa jet is here

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"You flew economy?" Natalie gawked, meeting you outside the Mexico City airport. You glared at her. Her hands flew up in defense.

"Did you get me a driver?" You asked, stuffing your earbuds into your pockets.

"Yes, he should be here in a couple of-"

"Cancel it. I wanna drive." You decided, already walking towards the rental building.

Natalie held the bridge of her nose, letting out a sigh before running to catch up with you.

"Your hair looks terrible." She commented. You shrugged.

"Gave my last hat to a kid." You smiled at the recent memory.

"Cute." She replied, typing out something on her phone while her heels clacked away on the side walk.

Just the thought of driving was enough to you plenty excited, your feet carrying you to the entrance in a quick pace.

The one desk that occupied the room was empty. You went ahead and rang the bell that sat on the counter. This seemed to do the trick, the sound of shuffling feet could be heard from beyond the door behind the desk. A short man emerged just as Natalie entered the little office behind you.

"How can I help you?" He smiled.

"Looking to rent a car." You explained. "Just for tonight." You added on. Someone could probably return it for you the next day.

"Understood." He answered back, booting up the old looking computer in front of him. "What are you looking for?" He asked, looking back up at you. You thought for a moment.

"Anything fast?" You shrugged, not feeling super picky. The man clicked his tongue, eyes scanning the screen.

After a couple of mouse clicks, he squatted down, rooting through a drawer before handing you a set of keys.

"Thank you!" You bit down on your bottom lip, itching to get into the front seat.

"Just need a couple of things." The man added, his thick accent causing you to miss a word or two. Natalie sighed, stepping in front of you.

"I got it. Go ahead, I'll go with the driver."

You cracked a grin, mouthing a thank you before practically running out the door.

You weren't sure what you were expecting, but this certainly wasn't it. Rooting through your pocket for the key, you clicked to unlock the car, surprising yourself when the car beeped in response.

"Is this even street legal..?" You mumbled to yourself as you climbed into the front seat of the blue Lotus Evora.

The sound of the engine purring on stirred a fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

You loved driving your single seater, but there was just something about being in control of a road car that had you obsessed.

The leather steering wheel felt like silk under the pads of your fingers. Pressing down on the gas, you melted at the smoothness of its drive, pulling out of the parking spot with acute precision.

You were anxious to get out on the road, hastily padding your hotel address into the GPS. It was a 20 minute drive, with little highway time and plenty of stop lights. Absolutely not.

Cancelling the route, you thoughtlessly drove out of the parking garage, turning onto a street you'd never been on before, with the express purpose of getting lost on the Mexico City streets.

It didn't take long to find a highway, the long strip of endless road inviting you to tease the acceleration just a bit more. The speedometer rose with every wheel rotation, the rolling scenes behind your window blurring by.

You hadn't had a proper moment to yourself since finding out about the prospective Red Bull seat. Now, as you found yourself out on the open road, you couldn't help but let your mind wander to the topic.

You hadn't spoken to Horner since that night at the club. In fact, you hadn't spoken to Franz, or Yuki, or even Natalie about the surprise news. The only person who knew was Lando, a fact he did not let you forget.

He had been blowing up your phone for days, his contact filling up your notification center with rapid fire text messages. Somehow, he seemed more invested in the state of your 2023 seat than you were.

Your only goal was to not get your hopes up. Christian Horner was a sly guy, and you knew better than to ride your hopes and dreams on his word.

That didn't stop you from imagining how the suit would feel on your skin, however. You wouldn't mind a couple more trophies either.

Maybe the seat would fit a little better, the car would certainly plow through the field faster than your Alpha Tauri—

No. This was exactly what you didn't need happening. More than likely, the seat at Red Bull would never be brought up again, and you would drive a couple more years for their sister team before being replaced by someone younger and faster.

The car vibrated below you, reminding you that driving did require some sort of focus. You pulled your attention back onto the road ahead, hoping it would help clear your mind.

You were lucky not to crash into the cliff side when your phone suddenly rang, throwing you off your groove.

You brought a finger up to the console, accepting the call with a frustrated sigh.

"Hello?" Expecting Natalie to be on the other line, you did little to hide your less than thrilled mood.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes blew wide, hands flinching over the steering wheel.

"Christian! How are you?" Good save.

"Great, great." He trailed off, clearly not looking for small talk. "So hey, Checo's going to be out this weekend." Your grip tightened. "How would you feel about driving for us?"

Well, that wasn't expected.

"Y/N?" He spoke up again, awaiting your response.

Eyes on the road. Foot on the gas. Check mirrors. Turn signal, switch lanes. Mirrors. Foot on the gas. Gas. Gas.

"Y/N? You there?"

110. 125. 140. Flat out.

"Y/N, are you driving this weekend or not?"

"Of course." You choked out, lifting your foot off of the acceleration. You shook your head, breaking away from your dissociation.

"Great to hear it. Come down to the Red Bull office tomorrow and we'll get your seat fitted." Then he was gone, and suddenly you felt so wrong to be alone on the highway. Without thinking, you dialed Lando's number.

"Lando!" You shouted out, hints of a smile creeping onto your face the instant he picked up.

"Hey." He yawned.

"I'm a Red Bull driver this weekend." You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, unable to tease the news. The line stayed quiet. You held your breath.

"No way."

"Yes way!" You squealed.

"Who's car?"

You could hardly remember the conversation, if you could even call it that; you practically blacked out.

"Perez." You remembered aloud.

"That’s insane! Did you land in Mexico yet?" The question took a minute to register, lost amidst the flood of thoughts racing through your mind. Turning onto the next exit, you blew out a hot breath.

"I'm on my way to the hotel now." You cleared your throat.

"Mental." He breathed out. "Well hey, lemme know when you get there. I gotta run."

"Will do." You nodded, stopping at a red light. The stillness of the car felt unnatural against the intense beating of your heart.

"And Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You smiled to yourself.

"Congratulations."

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"Thank you so much for being on the show- How are you today?"

You swayed the swivel chair left and right at a slow pace, fingers toying with the string of your branded hoodie. The interviewer sat across from you, face partially obscured by the mic setups.

"Doing alright!" You tried your best to sound excited, the lack of camera forcing you to be extra emotive in your tone.

A few weeks back, you had been tagged in a video of a female led, Formula 1 podcast based in the Mexico City. You didn't usually do podcasts- you much preferred listening to them- but it had seemed like a fun opportunity and a good way to encourage female involvement in motorsports. When you reached out to the two girls, they didn't hesitate to accept your offer to come on the show. It was probably the thing you were most looking forward to that week; of course, that was before you found out you were to be racing for Red Bull.

Christian told you to be at the office at 2 pm. It was noon.

"Glad to hear it!" The younger girl, Camila, chirped.

"You really are such an inspiration for little girls all across the globe." Lea, the older one, remarked.

"Well, thank you." You grinned sheepishly. "I'm so lucky to be where I am today. And I'm even luckier to have such an impact on so many people, especially young women. Racing has always been such a man's world, and I'm glad that we're finally beginning to break that mold."

"Absolutely. Interest in the sport has certainly come a long way in recent years, and we've definitely been seeing a lot more participation in lower level competition from female racers. Unfortunately, there still doesn't seem to be many female drivers in more serious series. Could you give us some insight on why that is?"

"Yeah, for sure." You sighed out. "I really do think its the lack of support. Despite the growing number of women interested in racing, there is such a clear lack of support in helping those young women the same way that young men are helped. They aren't taken seriously because they don't fit the definition of what people think a racing driver should be." You explained, keeping an eye on the ticking clock.

"If there's no support on lower levels, like karting, then there's no opportunity for those girls to get the experience they need to move up." You finished, running a hand through your hair.

"Completely agree." Camila enthusiastically nodded. "Your racing career has been," She paused, thinking of a proper word.

"Extensive." Lea cut in, making you laugh. "Could you walk us and the listeners through it?" You blew out a hot breath.

"How much time do I have?" You joked. "Well, I always sort of knew that I wanted to race. My parents supported me to the tenth degree, to the point where they moved to Italy just to get me closer to the scene. My first real competition was the ACI karting championship, which I won in my first go." You reflected, the memories of karting bringing up a lot of mixed feelings.

"Let's see, I placed third in the WSK champion's cup, fifth in the Easykart International Grand Final, and then finally won the WSK Euro Series; all of which took place over a year or two. It certainly wasn't easy," You added on. "The discrimination I faced for daring to compete and win as a young girl was brutal. Definitely thought about quitting a couple times in my early years."

"When I was old enough, I signed on with Prema to race in Italian F4. I didn't win, but second place was enough for them to send me to the UK to compete in the British F4 championship. That one, I did win." You grinned proudly.

"From there I joined the Red Bull Driver Academy, uh, raced in the regional European F3 championship, which I placed," You stopped, getting the years mixed up in your head.

"Fourth." Camila finished for you, her eyes full of stars as you recounted your experiences.

"Right, thank you." You smiled. "Fourth. Then came F2 back in 2020, where I drove for Red Bull and missed out on first to Mick, and then..." You trailed off. "You know the rest."

"Formula 1." Lea concluded.

The rest of the podcast went on smoothly, although you certainly did do your best to hurry the conversation along for time's sake. You felt bad rushing through the interview, and there were surely a couple of moments where you almost slipped and spilled the news. You could almost hear Christian's nagging voice echoing in your head, snapping at you to keep it hush hush until Thursday.

"Well, thanks again, Y/N! Truly!" Lea began to wrap up, just in time too.

"Of course, thank you so so much for having me." You replied. After a hasty goodbye, you were out the door and on your way to the seat fitting.

After talking so much about your career; about all the trials and tribulations it took to get where you were, you became fueled with a sudden surge of confidence. You deserved this opportunity. Lando knew it, Christian Horner knew it, and you certainly knew it, too.

This was going to be your moment, your race to lose or win, and you weren't going to blow it.

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440mxs-wife · 1 year

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Written in the Stars

Pairing: Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy x F!Reader. Other Characters: Jim Kirk, Nyota Uhura, Cmdr. Spock, Christine Chapel (mentioned).

Word Count: 8029

Warnings: Soulmates, show-level violence, Away Team member injury, mutual pining, a smidge of angst due to perceived unrequited love, but FLUFFFFF

Summary: When Dr. McCoy got married, he knew she wasn’t his soulmate, but it didn’t matter to him. After the divorce, he figures he’s missed his chance, due to his age and previous marriage. The Reader joins the crew as the new Science Officer aboard the Enterprise, assigned to Cmdr. Spock’s team. She hasn’t met her soulmate yet, but she seems drawn to a particular member of the Enterprise crew. Could these two lost soulmates have found each other at last?

A/N: If you’ve been tagged here, it’s because you’ve interacted one or more times on a McCoy story of mine, or we’re moots. Whether you like or reblog, I am eternally grateful for your support. If anyone else would like to be tagged on any future Karl Urban character postings, please let me know. Thank you, and enjoy the show!

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Dr. Leonard McCoy joined StarFleet and was assigned to the Enterprise after a few unfortunate events. He left for the five-year mission right after his divorce, having known full well that the woman he married wasn't his soulmate. It didn't matter though, because Leonard didn't believe in that stuff. He was impatient, not interested in living alone anymore, therefore not waiting to find his soulmate. At the time, he'd loved Jocelyn enough to marry her. Only she didn't love him enough to want to stay married to him, or so she'd said.

Of course he had his soulmark, just like everyone he knew had one, with his shaped like a starburst and visible on his wrist. At his age, though, he felt that he should have met his person by now, the one he was destined to be with forever. So after the fiasco with Jocelyn, he'd stopped looking, figuring he'd missed his chance. Which is precisely when his soulmate appeared, and where he least expected it.

The Enterprise was making a scheduled stop at Starbase 42 to pick up supplies and some new crew members. Capt. Kirk had sent over the files, which Dr. McCoy decided to review before the ship reached its destination. Most of them looked pretty routine, a couple of ensigns for Engineering, three for Security. Then there was your file.

According to your bio, you were to be assigned to the Science Department, under Cmdr. Spock. You had been in StarFleet for a bit longer than the average crew member, and had risen to the rank of Lieutenant-Commander (LCmdr.). However, to Dr. McCoy, that only meant you carried a wealth of life experience with you. The only family you had left were your two brothers, each with their own families, and a best friend who became more like your sister.

Leonard glanced at the clock and noticed it was time to head to the transporter room to greet the new additions to the crew. Though the information in your file was fairly standard, Leonard couldn't help but give yours a bit more attention than the others. It was like he was drawn to it, wanting to dive into it and find out all there was to know about you. He arrived at the transporter room and walked in, finding Capt. Kirk and the other officers waiting. "All right, Jim. I'm here, so let's get this show on the road," he grumbled.

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As the shimmering light-particles of the transport beam disappeared, you had re-materialized aboard the Enterprise. It was your dream assignment, to be on StarFleet's flagship, and you looked forward to working with Cmdr. Spock. And of course, you were excited to be serving with Capt. James T. Kirk, one of the most decorated and colorful captains in StarFleet. But almost as soon as you appeared on the pad, you felt a pull in another direction, something you hadn't experienced before.

Once everyone had arrived, the captain introduced himself and the other commanding officers. Your companions handed over their orders, then exited the transporter room to be shown to their quarters. You stepped forward and handed your paperwork to Capt. Kirk and introduced yourself in the process.

"At ease, Commander," Kirk smiled. "We're a little less formal and bit more family around here, not that I don't run a tight ship," he explained.

"Of course not, Captain, and thank you. I'm honored to be here," you responded.

"Your credentials are impressive, Commander," Spock commented. "I am looking forward to working with you."

"I'm fortunate to be on your team, Cmdr. Spock. Thank you," you acknowledged before turning your attention to the dark-haired man in the blue medical uniform. He was standing off to the side, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. As you took in his appearance, his furrowed brow seemed to relax and you felt that same pull as when you first arrived.

Your silent observance of the man by the door did not escape Capt. Kirk's notice. He walked over to where the man was standing and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Commander, this is our Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Leonard McCoy. Bones, say hello to our newest crew member," Kirk grinned.

You stuck your hand out in greeting. "Pleased to meet you, Dr. McCoy," you remarked.

"Likewise," he replied as he took your hand and shook it. The instant your hand touched Dr. McCoy's hand, a jolt of electricity shot up your arm. It surprised you, but you kept your hand in his. What the hell was that? he thought. Instead, he inquired aloud, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, sure, everything's fine, Dr. McCoy. I'm kind of a little nervous. May I be shown to my quarters, please?" you asked.

"Right this way, Commander," Spock gestured with his arm for you to precede him out the door.

When you reached the doorway, you popped your head back inside and caught Dr. McCoy's attention. "By the way, hope to see you around, Dr. McCoy," you winked and left the transporter room.

"So, that was inter--" Kirk started.

"Jim, no comment necessary," McCoy muttered. Despite his gruff reply, there was the ghost of a smile on his face, thanks to the Enterprise's new science officer. Interesting indeed, he thought.

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Once inside your quarters, you started to unpack your bags. You hung up your uniforms in the closet and arranged your toiletries in the bathroom. The rest of your personal items were placed throughout your room. You were surveying your work when you heard a chime at the door.

Your visitor introduced herself as Nyota Uhura, Communications Officer. While you unpacked, she perched on the end of your bed and you got to know each other. She brought you up to speed on herself and life on the Enterprise.

The topic came around to your personal lives, Uhura mentioned that she and Cmdr. Spock discovered they were soulmates a few years ago. "What about you? Have you met your soulmate yet?" she asked.

"Sadly, no, not yet. But I hope my posting here will put me closer to finding out who it is," you replied, thinking back to your electrifying encounter with Dr. McCoy.

"Oh, really?" Uhura was leaning forward, her curiosity piqued. "Who do you think it is?" she wondered.

"Hmm, not sure, but I've been having this certain feeling, like whoever it may be, he's here onboard this ship. Add that to one of the many reasons I'm glad I'm here," you chuckled.

"Well, we're glad to have you. There's a 'Welcome to the Enterprise' party going on later in the recreation area. It's a chance for us to get to know you all, and for you to mingle with the senior officers," Uhura mentioned.

"Sounds great, I'll be there. Um, about what time?" you inquired.

"I believe the captain said it'll be getting started at 1900 hrs.," Uhura replied, then checked the time. "Oops, I'm supposed to be meeting Spock in a few minutes. See you later at the party?" she asked.

"You bet, I'll probably see if I can take a quick power nap before then. Want to be well-rested before meeting up with everyone so I don't say the wrong thing," you replied nervously.

"I understand that, but don't worry. Everything will be fine, and I already have a feeling you and I are going to be great friends," Uhura remarked as she walked to the door.

"Thank you, and I'll see you later," you called. Once Uhura left, you crawled into your bed and settled in for a nap. You made sure to set an alarm to give yourself time to get ready for the party, then closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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Back in his quarters, Dr. McCoy was reviewing some information on his PADD when his door chimed. At first, he ignored it, because he rarely had visitors and didn't want to be disturbed. When it chimed again, he rolled his eyes and strode to the door. He opened it, only to find Capt. Kirk on the other side, grinning from ear to ear. "What do you want, Jim? I was in the middle of something important when you interrupted me," he bristled.

"Hey, Bones, good to see you," Kirk replied as he breezed past his friend and plopped into a chair.

"Make yourself at home, Jim, by all means," McCoy stated dryly. "Whatever it is, the answer is no."

"Wanted to drop by and let you know there's a 'Welcome to the Enterprise' party for all the senior officers to mingle with the newbies. Now I know none of them are medical, but it would be nice if you'd put in an appearance. By the way, that new one on Spock's team was pretty cute, wasn't she?" Kirk asked.

"Jim, I haven't got time for this. Besides, what are we, in high school?" McCoy retorted.

Kirk shrugged. "Looks like the two of you shared a moment in the transporter room, that's all," he remarked.

McCoy rolled his eyes at Kirk's observation. "There was no 'moment', it was an introduction. Stop trying to make something out of nothing. Except it didn't feel like 'nothing' when our hands touched, he thought. "Look, I'll try to swing by, if I get a chance. Good enough?"

"That's the spirit, Bones! See you later," Kirk hastily replied, clapping a hand on his friend's shoulder before bolting out of the room.

McCoy shook his head, then went back to where he'd left his PADD. He picked it up, intending to read, but instead stared off ahead, deep in thought. What would it hurt to show up for a drink or two? I suppose that would count as 'putting in an appearance', he reasoned with himself.

His mind made up, Leonard changed into a more casual attire of jeans with a hole in the right knee and a navy-blue Henley. He left the top two buttons undone and pushed the sleeves up to his elbows. He slipped on his well-worn dark brown cowboy boots and dabbed on some cologne before heading out the door to the rec area.

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You entered the rec area a little after 1900 hrs., when Uhura said the party would be starting. As soon as you walked in, your eyes scanned the area for her or anyone else you recognized. Fortunately, the captain soon spotted you and waved you over to his table.

On your way to meet him, you wandered past a beautiful mahogany pool table with clawfoot legs. It was covered in blue felt and had leather nets under each of the six pockets to catch any one of the fifteen brightly colored orbs. Hmm, wonder who might be up for a game or two later, you thought as you ran your hands along the rails.

There were two open chairs on the captain's left side, one putting you next to him or, the other, Lt. Uhura. You chose to sit next to Uhura, who immediately stood to give you a hug and raved about your outfit. You were wearing jeans with a pastel purple, off-the-shoulder peasant blouse, along with your black suede ankle boots. Around your neck was a teardrop pendant of your birthstone on a delicate silver chain.

You were about halfway through your first margarita, when you heard a deep voice behind you ask, "Is this seat taken?"

Turning around, you were pleasantly surprised to see Dr. McCoy standing behind you, a glass of bourbon in his hand. "Um, n-no, Dr. McCoy," you stammered. Way to go, you berated yourself with a mental facepalm.

"Relax, Commander," McCoy chuckled. "Please call me Leonard."

You gave him your name in return, stating it was better than being called "Commander" all the time. "Especially with so many of us around," you joked.

The captain finally noticed that Dr. McCoy had joined the table and taken the seat next to him. "Bones, you made it after all. Good to see you!" Capt. Kirk exclaimed.

"Why thank you, Jim, I was beginning to wonder if you were even going to notice," McCoy replied.

The doctor's nickname used by the captain did not escape your notice, but you filed it away to ask about later. "So, Leonard, tell me about where you're from," you started.

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Your conversation with Dr. McCoy stretched far into the evening, the two of you asking questions to better get to know each other. Eventually, your Q & A transitioned to the pool table for a friendly game of 8-ball. One by one, the others left the recreation area and returned to their quarters. Neither you nor Leonard noticed you were the only ones left until you were deep into your third game of pool, with you lining up your shot.

Standing up after watching the #15 roll into the corner pocket, you looked around at the empty recreation area. "Leonard, what time is it?" you asked.

He checked the time and was surprised at the hour as well as the deserted room. "It's after midnight. Guess time really does fly when you're having fun," he grinned. "Your shot, darlin'," he drawled. You noticed his Southern accent was a bit more pronounced after a few rounds of bourbon.

"Okay, but after I knock in this #12, I'm on the 8-ball," you smirked. You took your time to survey all the angles before settling in to take your shot. With a smooth, fluid stroke, the cue ball connected with the object ball, which went in the side pocket. The 8-ball was of little challenge to you as well, sailing into the exact pocket you intended.

"Well, I guess that's the game, then," McCoy remarked. You gave him a small curtsy before placing your cue stick on the table and returning to finish your drink. "Where'd you learn to play like that?" he wondered.

"Had a pool table in the basement growing up. I used to spend quite a few hours a day, practicing until I was good enough to win against my brothers and all their friends. Then I met my best friend at the Academy, and we took turns, um, how shall I say this? Oh, yeah. Separating the new recruits from their money," you grinned sheepishly.

Leonard threw his head back and laughed. "You are full of surprises. Which leads me to my next question, and feel free to punch me for it if you want, but I have to know. How is someone as lovely and fascinating as you are still single?"

You felt your cheeks grow warm with the compliment. "Well, I won't punch you for asking a question like that. The simple answer is, I haven't found my soulmate yet."

McCoy gave you a sideways glance, one eyebrow raised. "You believe in that? One person, one heart, all that?" he wondered.

"Sure I do, don't you?" you replied. "I mean, a person as handsome and charming as you isn't attached to anyone either. Why is that, if you don't mind me asking?" you quizzed.

"I don't mind you asking, darlin'," he replied, then took a sip of his drink. "I was married once, but it didn't take. At the time, I loved her, and even though she wasn't my soulmate, I didn't care. I was too impatient in my youth and didn't want to be alone the rest of my life, so we got married. When I came onboard here, I was fresh off my divorce. When I met Jim, I told him that my ex got everything, and 'all I got left is my bones'. Probably why he calls me that," he muttered.

"Hmm. And here I thought it was because you were in the medical field. You know, a doctor used to be called a 'sawbones', I figured that's where it came from," you quipped.

"I guess it could go either way, although your explanation is a little less depressing," Leonard conceded.

You reached over and covered his hand with yours, trying to ignore the small spark at the contact. "Your soulmate is still out there, waiting to be found. I'm just sure of it," you remarked.

McCoy gave you a hopeful smile. "You think so? I guess I figured that with my age and jumping the gun and marrying Jocelyn, that I missed my chance," he replied.

"What do you mean, 'with my age', you're hardly an old man, Leonard. Besides, I'm betting that you haven't missed your chance, so keep the faith," you winked. "Come on, Doc, it's late. Walk me to my quarters?" you asked.

McCoy drained the last of the bourbon from his glass and stood up from the table. His grin grew wider as he held out his elbow for you to take. "Shall we, shweethahrt?" he said in his attempt at a Bogart impression.

You laughed as you looped your arm through his, and he tucked it in closed to his side. "Leonard, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," you answered.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

And it was. At first it was you and Dr. McCoy, two friends sharing breakfast together on most, if not all, mornings. Sometimes the captain, or Spock and Uhura would be there, which made for lively discussions. But you were most content with the days it was just you and the good doctor enjoying each other's company.

It wasn't just the mornings, you took turns hanging out in each other's quarters, watching old movies or reading together. Other times, it was sharing stories about your lives, your families, even your Academy days. Being with Leonard was a comfort for you, a natural and easy friendship to fall into.

The first time you noticed your thoughts wandering from friendship to more was one night you were cooking dinner in McCoy's quarters. Your room was not equipped with a kitchenette, only a replicator, so Leonard offered to let you in to his to make dinner. He had some last-minute duties in the MedBay, but said he would join you later.

You were putting the finishing touches on your Cheesy Chicken and Broccoli casserole to put into the oven, when Leonard strode through the door. He stood behind you, put his hands on your shoulders and glanced down at the dish. "That looks amazing, sweetheart," he grinned and gave your shoulders a squeeze before heading to the showers.

As you watched him walk away, you couldn't help but notice how domestic the whole scene was, and how comfortable it all felt. Leonard coming home to you after a difficult day in the MedBay, to see you making dinner. Of course, it could also just as easily be the other way around, with him in the kitchen, waiting for you to come home. Then you shook your head to clear those thoughts. Although the two of you had become best friends, that still kept you in the "friend zone", right?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Leonard reached for his towel to dry himself off after his shower. Coming back to his quarters to see you in his kitchen was a comforting sight to see, not to mention how natural it felt. Like it had been that way for years instead of the months since you'd gotten to know each other. Lately, there was many a night he'd lain in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if you were having as much trouble sleeping as he was.

Ever since he met you in the transporter room, Leonard knew there was something different about you, but couldn't put his finger on it. That night the two of you spent in the rec area at Jim's "welcome" party was one of the best he'd had in a long time. Sitting and talking with someone, finding out you had like interests and similar values was refreshing for him. You were sweet, intelligent, and you made him laugh, something his friends thought he needed more of in his life.

Most of his time was spent in the MedBay, caring for others, but there were times when he wanted someone to care for him. You certainly fit the bill for that as well, such as when you stopped by with a coffee for him on one of your breaks. Or when you sneaked into his office to hide scraps of paper with jokes written on them to make him chuckle. And your home cooking was some of the best he'd had since the last time he visited his ma on Earth.

There were dozens of reasons why and multiple occasions when he wished there was more than friendship between you. However, after his experience with marriage to Jocelyn, he was a little hesitant to pursue anything beyond friendship with you. Jim would probably say he was "spooked", whereas Leonard would counter that he was "protecting his heart".

Early on, you'd admitted to him that you believed in soulmates and were still looking for yours. He'd been down the road once where he ignored the concept, if only to avoid being alone for the rest of his life. You deserved that one person, that one heart that Fate had decided truly belonged with you. He'd never want you to settle for a life with him if he wasn't your soulmate. Thus, he continued to keep things with you in the "friend zone".

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A couple of weeks later

"You want me to do what, now?" you asked the Captain.

"I know you heard me, Commander," Kirk replied. "It's a few weeks until Valentine's Day, and I think it would be a great idea to have a celebration. Music, food, drinks....and you dancing with a certain country doctor would certainly be all the entertainment I'd need for a while," he smirked.

You, on the other hand, rolled your eyes at his obvious matchmaking attempts. "Jim, we're just friends. And I resent your insinuation that Dr. McCoy would want anything to do with me beyond that," you retorted.

"Why is that so hard to believe, that Bones would be interested in you as more than a friend?" Jim persisted.

"Because...." you murmured, your gaze dropping to your hands in your lap.

"'Because....' why?" he gently prodded.

You huffed in exasperation. "Because I'm me, and he's....handsome, witty, fascinating, charismatic and could have any woman in the universe he wants. I've seen him at those diplomatic functions, Jim. Women more or less throwing themselves at him, hanging all over him and what does he do? He just smiles at them and turns on the Southern charm. Soulmate or not, what chance do I have," you whispered.

"Wait, he's your soulmate? How do you know? More importantly, why haven't you told him?" Kirk peppered you with questions.

"You're just full of curiosity today, aren't you?" you sassed. "I saw his soulmark on his wrist, and it matches mine here." You tilted your head and pulled your hair back to reveal a matching starburst behind your left ear. "I've been in love with him since that 'welcome' thing you arranged, when we talked and shot rack after rack of 8-ball till after midnight. But I want him to love me for me, not due to some pre-destined, matching tattoo on our bodies."

Kirk stepped out from behind his desk and took the chair next to you. "Listen. I've been friends with the man for a long time. I've seen him at those diplomatic galas, and let me tell you that I haven't seen him look at any of those women the way he looks at you," he explained.

"Now I know you're out of your mind," you snorted. When Kirk tried to protest, you held up your hands. "Stop. Okay? I'll do as you ask, plan your little Valentine's Day party for the crew. It's a nice idea, and I think we're due for some fun around here. Just please quit trying to push me and Dr. McCoy together, huh?" you pleaded.

Kirk reached over and sandwiched your hand in his. "Although I know I'm right, I will honor your wishes and stop forcing the issue with you and Bones. Fair enough?" he asked.

You nodded and stood up from your chair. "Yes, thank you, Jim. I appreciate it. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my quarters, trying to figure out how to put this thing together," you replied. You gave him a weary smile before exiting his Ready Room.

Jim waited until you were out of his office before voicing his thoughts. "I may have agreed to honor your wishes, but that doesn't mean I can't go at it from Bones' point of view," he vowed.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The following week, you were busy transforming one of the large, rarely-used conference rooms Jim set aside for you into a sea of red, white and pink. There were pink paper hearts attached to the walls, along with red cutouts shaped like Cupid with his bow. The long conference tables would be used for food and drinks, and were set up along the outside edge of the room.

You were scanning through the food and drink list on your PADD when Leonard walked in. A bright smile graced your face at the sight of your best friend. "Why, hello Len! What brings you here?"

Leonard scanned the room before answering. "So this is the 'secret project' you've been working on for the past week," he replied. "I've been looking everywhere for you. I started in the lab, then I checked your room. Had to ask the ship's computer for your location," he remarked.

"Yeah, sorry, Jim put me in charge of this, so here I am. And it's not a 'secret project', as you called it. We have all these decorations and the tables will be full of drinks and all kinds of foods," you explained. "While we're on the subject, I have something to ask you, Leonard."

"Oh? What's that?" he wondered.

"Well, this is going to be kind of a formal, dressing-up kind of thing. And there'll be music and dancing, so I was wondering....if you'd like to go with me....as my date?" you asked.

Leonard froze. A date? he thought. His heart wanted very much to take you up on your offer to accompany you to the party. He could picture you all dressed up in a formal gown and your hair perfectly styled, a veritable vision of beauty. His next mental picture was of the two of you walking into the party with your arm safely tucked into his side. His brain, however, reminded him that this was a Valentine's Day dance, and you two were not romantic partners, only friends.

You must have heard his brain's internal reminder loud and clear and interpreted his hesitation as a decline of your invitation. "You know what, never mind. It's all right. Forget I asked," you backpedaled. "I'm sure you have much more important things to do than go to a stupid dance with me," you muttered as you gathered your PADD and other supplies.

"Wait a minute, where are you going?" McCoy implored.

"Uh, I forgot I told Cmdr. Spock that I would come into the lab later and see if I can make some more progress on my assignment," you explained. "So, I'm sorry, but I can't meet you for dinner tonight, Dr. McCoy," you added, then hurriedly left the room without a backwards glance.

Leonard stood gazing at the floor, hands on his hips and shaking his head. As he stood in place, he was trying to figure out what just happened and how he knew he had to fix it. Uhura was watching your interaction with Dr. McCoy since he joined you, so she walked over to him. She placed a hand on his arm to get his attention. "Dr. McCoy, are you all right?" she asked.

He looked over to see the concern in Uhura's eyes. "I....I don't know," he rasped. "I think I made a huge mistake with her and I may need your help."

She led him over to one of the chairs, where he filled her in on his conversation with you. Uhura listened intently, waiting for him to finish providing as much information as he was willing to share. When he finished, she was silent as she thought about her response. "I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I want you to say the first thing that comes to your mind." McCoy nodded. "Are you in love with her?"

"Yes," he immediately answered.

"As a friend, or more than a friend?" Uhura asked.

"More," McCoy hastily replied. A startled look crossed his face at the realization. "I'm in love with her," he whispered. "But she said she was still looking for her soulmate, and I don't know what her soulmark looks like or where it is."

"Dr. McCoy," Uhura gently chided. "Do you really need visual confirmation of her soulmark to know that you belong together? From that first night, everyone could see it, based on how the two of you looked at each other, how you interacted. How long did it take you to realize that everyone had left?" she giggled.

McCoy grinned. "We didn't really notice much of anything outside of ourselves until after midnight. She'd just beaten me two games out of three at 8-ball," he chuckled ruefully. "I have to find her and tell her," he declared as he hastily stood up.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. I don't know if now is the best time to tell her," Uhura warned, taking his arm to stop him.

"Wha--why shouldn't I tell her right away how I feel about her?" McCoy asked, confused.

"She may not be in the right frame of mind to hear it right now. Think about, Dr. McCoy. She gathered up her courage to ask you to be her date to the dance. When you hesitated to answer, her brain told her not only was your answer 'no', but that you didn't reciprocate her feelings. That's why she bolted out of here, she was trying to protect herself from embarrassment, from her heart being broken any further. Give her some time, then try and talk with her again," Uhura advised.

"How long should I give her?" McCoy asked.

"Try again after a couple of days, Doctor. She should be ready to talk by then," Uhura replied, gently patting his arm.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You checked your notes again, frustrated that the data was not matching up with the results. Irritated, you pushed away from the table and flopped onto a chair. You closed your eyes as your fingers massaged your temples, trying to stave off the impending headache.

"Are you all right, Lieutenant?" Cmdr. Spock asked. "It is late, and I have observed that your evenings are usually spent with Dr. McCoy. May I ask why you are here instead, working?"

You took a deep breath. "I'm fine, Cmdr. Spock. Just trying to keep my headache at bay, that's all," you replied, managing a weak smile.

"If you are feeling a pain in your head, I am certain Dr. McCoy can relieve it with a hypospray," Spock suggested.

"Not when he's the cause of the headache," you muttered.

A puzzled look crossed Spock's face. "I do not understand. Is there some sort of problem in your relationship with Dr. McCoy?" he inquired.

You took a deep breath before explaining the events of the afternoon, beginning with Capt. Kirk's assignment of the Valentine's dance. Then you told him about asking Leonard to be your date for the dance, and how mortified you were when he declined your request. "The only relationship I have with Dr. McCoy is one of friendship. Though my feelings for him have gone beyond the friend level, I should have known better that his do not, and likely never will."

"To assume that Dr. McCoy does not think of you as more than a friend without his express verbal confirmation is not logical," Spock replied. "You must ask him how he feels about you."

"Since when are the human heart's desires logical? Anyway, I'm sure I've already embarrassed myself enough for one day. Permission to return to my quarters?" you asked.

"Permission granted, Lieutenant. I sincerely hope that your personal difficulties with Dr. McCoy will soon be resolved," Spock offered. "It is also not logical for two people as compatible as the two of you to be separated."

"Thank you, Commander," you remarked. "For your counsel and your understanding." You gave him a small smile, then left the lab.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You had almost reached your quarters when the captain requested you to come to his Ready Room. "On my way, Captain," you replied, tapping your communication badge. In your head you grumbled that you hoped his request had something to do with real work and nothing to do with Dr. McCoy.

In the captain's office, you were briefed on an upcoming Away mission, in which you would play a part. A fairly routine mission, you were tasked with gathering soil and mineral samples that would be catalogued upon returning to the Enterprise.

The area where your team would be working had been declared as deserted. That meant you would not be at risk of encountering any difficulties from any local inhabitants of the planet. All in all, a good mission to help me gain experience as part of an Away Team, you thought as you stepped onto the transporter pad.

You also hoped that going on this mission would also help you sort out your feelings about Leonard and figure out your next move. As much as you didn't want to, you were going to have to distance yourself from him. It'll only be for a couple of days, you reasoned. When I get back, Len and I should probably have a talk about what happened and what it means for us going forward. Decision made, you picked up your PADD and reviewed the parameters of the Away mission.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

For the past two days, the MedBay environment was not the most pleasant place to be. Dr. McCoy had been more demanding and grumpier than usual. His staff had no idea that his thoughts revolved around you and how badly he needed to talk to you. He was trying to do as Uhura suggested, by giving you time to yourself. When he could no longer wait to speak to you and confess his feelings, he put Dr. M'Benga in charge and left the MedBay to find you.

He checked your quarters first, but when there was no answer, he figured either you weren't there, or you knew it was him and didn't want to answer. He left and headed down to the conference room, but no one there had seen you for the past couple of days. Finally, he tried the lab, praying to find you there. When he asked Spock where you were, nothing could've prepared him for the answer he received.

"What do you mean, she's on the Away Team?" McCoy demanded.

"I should think my response is fairly self-explanatory, Doctor," Spock replied.

McCoy rolled his eyes. "She's not ready for an Away mission yet, anything could go wrong down there!" he exclaimed.

"On the contrary, the Commander has proven to be more than competent in performing her duties. The captain and I felt that this relatively low-risk mission was the perfect one to introduce her to this aspect of her duties," Spock explained.

"Since when does something deemed 'low-risk' ever turn out that way? You don't understand, Spock, I can't lose her," McCoy implored. "Not before I've had a chance to tell her I love her," he whispered.

A faint smile graced Spock's features. "It appears I was correct in my theory regarding your feelings towards her," he answered. His tone that could almost be considered smug, if not for the fact that he was half-Vulcan. At the confused look on Leonard's face, Spock relayed the conversation the two of you had after he'd found you in the lab working.

"So she cares about me like I care about her," McCoy murmured. "What time are they scheduled to be back? I have to be there right when she gets back so I can tell her how I feel. I've already wasted too much time," he muttered, then jumped up from his chair. Before he could walk out of the lab, Capt. Kirk was at the door.

"Good, you're both here. The Away Team is returning to the ship ahead of schedule. It appears that they ran into some problems on the planet's surface. Something about a run-in with a band of native inhabitants," Kirk explained. "Possible weapons discharges and there may be injuries," he reluctantly revealed.

"StarFleet's report stated that the area in which the Away Team would be working was declared as deserted," Spock pointed out. "There should have been no reason for any discharge of weapons."

"You see?? This is exactly what I was talking about, Spock!" McCoy exclaimed, his arms waving in the air. "How could you send her down there, Jim? She's not ready for something like this," McCoy snapped.

"I chose the team based on their skills and how it matched the intel we were given. Do you really believe I like putting people I care about in harm's way??" Kirk retorted sharply. "I have a job to do, but so do the two of you. And right now, the Away Team is depending on you to carry out those duties to the best of your ability. The personal stuff can be sorted out later, all right?" Kirk barked. "For now, let's just get everyone home and safe."

Spock and McCoy nodded and each of them went their separate ways to begin assisting in the missions aftermath. Kirk was on his way back to the bridge, while Spock was gathering his equipment. "Captain?" McCoy called out before Kirk had fully exited the lab.

"What is it, Bones?" Kirk asked wearily.

McCoy walked over to join his captain at the door. "I'll be in the MedBay, standing by for any casualties," he replied, then started down the hall.

"Thank you, Doctor. And Bones?" Kirk added, causing McCoy to turn and catch Kirk's gaze. "She'll be all right. Besides, you probably owe her a dance, right?" he smirked.

"Among other things, Jim," McCoy admitted before finally resuming his path to the MedBay.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

When McCoy returned to the MedBay, it was a flurry of activity. The casualties had already arrived, only three of whom were being worked on by multiple teams. Head Nurse Christine Chapel met him near the entrance to give him a PADD with a rundown of the injuries. He had just started scanning the list when he heard, "DOCTOR!! Dr. McCoy, we need you over here!!"

McCoy all but sprinted to BioBed #3 and was shocked at the sight before him. You were the injured party, with a stab wound to your left shoulder that had seemed to stop bleeding. There was a moderate head laceration near your hairline, but its bleeding also looked to be under control. However, it was the 6-inch gash across your stomach that was of utmost concern, because it was still steadily leaking blood.

"Oh darlin'," McCoy whispered as he pushed your hair back from your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"Hey, Dr. McCoy," you rasped, which sent you into a minor coughing fit.

"Shh, take it easy, sugar. We're going to take good care of you, get you all patched up good as new," he soothed.

"Len....'m sorry....about earlier," you wheezed but were thrown into another coughing session. "Ow, it hurts," you whimpered.

"Hold on, sweetheart, I'll get ya something to take away the hurt," McCoy promised. One of the nurses promptly handed him the hypospray containing the pain med. Leonard gently rolled your head to the side for better access to your neck. He pushed your hair out of the way and pressed the hypospray to your skin and delivered the pain medication.

When McCoy withdrew the instrument, he was startled when he saw your soulmark behind your left ear, a starburst that matched the mark on his wrist. It was you. You were his soulmate, the one he should've waited for and he was the one you were waiting for. As he stood next to you, he felt the bond between you grow, as it sent a wave of warmth through his body.

You somehow found his hand and took it in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze before dropping it. The movement and seeing your hand hang limply at your side was enough to snap Leonard back into action and tend to your injuries. "All right, let's get this bleeding stopped so we can close up this gash and clean up these other wounds," McCoy ordered, getting back to the task at hand.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

For some reason, you couldn't move your right hand due to some sort of weight on top of it. You were having a hard time opening your eyes as well, though you did manage to crack them open halfway. There was an IV in your left arm and as for your right side, you smiled when you saw a familiar crop of dark hair. Leonard was hunched over the edge of your bed, his head resting on his elbows and covering your hand. You could only imagine how tired he must be after the events of the past few hours.

The Away mission was your first since you came aboard the Enterprise, and not exactly the low-risk scenario as mentioned in the file. The briefing said the area had been declared uninhabited, but the natives you encountered proved otherwise. Some of their weapons were rudimentary by StarFleet's standards, while others looked confiscated from other unsuspecting visitors.

You were the first to be attacked, by a stab to your left shoulder and blow to the head, then all hell broke loose. The wound in your midsection was caused when you stepped in to defend a fellow crew member. You were relieved when you saw the familiar surroundings of the MedBay, and even more relaxed when Leonard's face appeared. However, you'd have given anything to take away the pain and worry you saw in his eyes as he hovered above you, assessing your injuries.

Gingerly, you felt around on the bed for the call button, not wanting to disturb the doctor sleeping at your side. Your slight movement caused him to lift his head and for his eyes to immediately zero in on yours. A sleepy yet relieved smile graced his face as he slowly reached up with his right hand to cup your cheek. "Hi," he whispered.

"Hi," you whispered back. "How long have I been out?"

"About twelve hours," he answered. "You had me worried there, sweetheart," he murmured. "I thought I wasn't going to get the chance to tell you something very important."

"I'm here now, though. What is it you wanted to tell me?" you asked. You shuffled around in your bed, trying to raise yourself to a more upright position. Leonard saw what you were doing and helped to rearrange the pillows and angle of the bed to where you wanted it.

Leonard returned in his chair and pointed it so that he was gazing directly at you. He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it. "Ever since Jim handed me your file, I knew there was something special about you. I felt it when we shook hands in that transporter room, and I think you felt it too," he replied.

You nodded. "Felt like electricity shooting up my arm," you smiled.

"Exactly. The more I got to know you through the time we spent together, the more I believed in the idea of a soulmate. I only dared to hope you were mine. I saw the mark behind your ear, so now I know you that are the one I belong with in this life. Even without that, darlin', I fell for you anyway. Your kindness, generosity, your gentle spirit and so many more reasons are why I love you," Leonard remarked.

You could've been knocked back unconscious with a feather. Of all things you thought would happen when you woke up, a love confession from Leonard wasn't anywhere near the list. Although it made you happy to hear that he loved you in return, there was also a part of you that was having doubts.

Leonard mentioned that he'd seen your soulmark, and that he'd fallen for you anyway. Jim knew about the matching marks, and how you wanted Leonard to love you for who you were, not some cosmic tattoo. You'd put your heart on the line once when you asked him to the dance, and it didn't end well. Did you dare take that kind of chance again?

"Sweetheart, please say something," he implored hoarsely.

"Guess this means you owe me a dance?" you replied with a watery smile, as you decided to take the leap. "Len, of course I love you, and not because of some mark put on us by Fate. You are the one I've been searching for, and you're well worth waiting for."

That was all the confirmation Leonard needed, and more. He stood up from his chair and walked around to the left side of your bed. You scooted over a bit to leave room for him to sit on the edge of your mattress. Leonard placed a hand on either side of your face and tilted your head up to meet his gaze. As his left thumb gently caressed your cheek, you latched your hands to his wrists, with your finger tracing over his soulmark.

Leonard leaned his head towards you, tenderly brushing his lips over yours at first, then returning with more passion. His soft yet insistent lips moved with determination, expressing the depth of his emotions for you. When he nipped at your bottom lip, you gasped in surprise, creating the perfect opening for him to slip his tongue in to explore your mouth. Your sweet sound of pleasure that escaped seemed only to spur him on.

The kiss broke before the alarms could be set off on the BioBed for your elevated heart rate or any other escalated vital signs. Leonard leaned back slightly to give himself and you a chance to catch your breaths. He gingerly brushed the hair back from your face and tucked it behind your ear. "So beautiful," he whispered.

"And all yours," you whispered back. Your hand drifted up for your fingers to run through his dark locks, your nails scratching his scalp. The gesture earned you a deep sigh from him and he closed his eyes in contentment. "Have been for a while now, you know," you added. "I love you, Leonard McCoy."

Leonard opened his eyes and smiled softly. "And I'm all yours, my body and soul belongs to you. I love you too, sweetheart," he remarked as he touched his forehead to yours.

The two of you stayed like that, holding each other, until the sound of a throat being cleared broke the silence. Leonard turned his head slightly then rolled his eyes at seeing Capt. Kirk and Cmdr. Spock. The captain wore a look of smug satisfaction at seeing his two friends finally getting together. On the other hand, Spock's face held a look of concern about your recovery from your injuries.

"Guess you can't outrun Fate, can you, Bones?" Kirk crowed. "Seriously, though. I'm happy for you two," he winked.

Spock turned to you. "It would seem that you have received sufficient confirmation of Dr. McCoy's feelings towards you, correct?" he asked.

"Complete confirmation, Spock," you answered. "Did you come to gloat too, or was there something else you needed?" you inquired.

"Vulcans do not gloat. I am merely checking up on the health of one of my team members. It is fortunate that Dr. McCoy was able to successfully treat your injuries and put you on the road to recovery," Spock observed.

"Fortunate indeed," you concurred. Off to the side, you spied Uhura making her way to your bedside under what looked like quite a head of steam.

"I leave you two alone for five minutes, and you're down here causing trouble. Hi there honey, Dr. McCoy," Uhura greeted you and Leonard. Her words to you and Leonard were in direct contrast to those she aimed at Kirk and Spock. "All right, these two need their rest, so off you go. Bye sweetie," she winked. After your friends exited the MedBay, you and Dr. McCoy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Never want to be on her bad side," Leonard quipped. "Alone at last," he murmured, brushing the back of his knuckles on your cheek.

"Just the two of us now," you replied. You shuffled over further in your bed to make room for Leonard. He settled in next to you, curling his arm around you and guiding your head to rest on his shoulder. You slung your arm around his midsection and snuggled into his warm embrace. "Sweet dreams, Len. I love you," you mumbled.

"Goodnight, my love," he whispered, kissing your temple and closing his eyes.

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dixonlvr-online · 1 year

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Burning truth

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injury (arrow wound, burn, blood), GIF OF BURN SCAR INCLUDED! kids getting kidnapped

Genre: Angst + fluff

Challenge: (I'M BACK AND READY TO FINISH THIS!) Pushed to the limit / Reunion @flufftober / "That's not why we're doing this."

A/N: Inspired by 'Scars' (9.14) sorry this is mostly hurt/comfort but like...that's fluff I think...based on my loose definition of fluff...

You shot up at the sound of the gate. It was pushed open slowly, revealing the band of travelers stepping inside. Your heart skipped a beat, propelling you forward.

Hours before, the parents of Alexandria had realized their kids were missing, taken by Michonne’s old friend, Jocelyn. Of course, being the noble man your husband is, Daryl volunteered to help Michonne find them.

“If it was our little girl or boy, I’d want people lookin’. It’s only right,” he’d told you, not that you needed justification. You’d sent him off with a kiss and a plea to be careful, standing with the parents as you watched them go.

All day, you and the others had tried to do your jobs, but it was too difficult when your minds were outside the fence. You couldn’t imagine what the parents must’ve been going through. Losing their kids, who didn’t know any better than to follow a woman with a kind smile, who may never find their way back. It was nothing like sending Daryl away, knowing he was capable of taking care of himself.

Still, you’d been worried. Now, seeing him standing there, kids and Michonne beside him, you finally allowed yourself to breathe.

You ran to him, pulling him into your arms. He winced slightly, but you noticed, pulling away.

“Are you hurt? What happened?” you questioned, scanning his body for injuries. He gently grabbed your hand, a pained smile on his face.

“I’m fine. All the kids are alright and that’s what matters,” he said. You bit your lip, studying the stoic man’s face and resolving to question him about this later. You laced your fingers together and led him home, eyes trailing across the beautiful parent-child reunions beside you.

When you’d closed the basement door behind you, you turned to Daryl.

“Okay. Clothes off,” you said, gesturing for him to move. Daryl scoffed, reaching for his vest.

“Jesus, woman. If ya wanted me naked ya coulda just asked,” he teased. You rolled your eyes, suppressing a smile. Watching him struggle with the buttons of his shirt, you sighed and waved his hands away, electing to do it yourself. Daryl kept his eyes on you, focusing on your face and not the pain in his body.

Carefully, you slid the shirt off his shoulders, noticing the way Daryl grimaced as the fabric caught his shoulder. There, you saw the puncture wound, covered in dried blood. You frowned, reaching a tentative hand to it.

“Did those kids do this?” you asked, voice soft. Daryl nodded, eyes closing at the sensation of your light touch. He turned, then, to show you the worse injury.

You bit back a gasp when you saw it: a large X, burned into his skin. Daryl turned to you, awaiting your reaction. You pulled your eyes from the burn and met his, trying to hold back tears.

A man as beautiful as this wasn’t meant to suffer so much, and your heart broke when you remembered the things he’d gone through. Daryl Dixon deserved peace; you ached with the need to give it to him.

“Hey, it’s not that bad,” he said, reaching for you. You allowed him to pull you in, hands gentle on your waist. You cupped his face, running your thumbs along his stubble.

“You deserve better than this life,” you told him, wishing the words would burn into him the way that X had. Daryl chewed his lip, his strong act crumbling.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling his head into your shoulder. Your hand moved slowly up and down his back, soothing him, careful to avoid his injuries. He held you tighter, nuzzling his head closer and leaning into you.

Daryl didn’t deserve to be so tired, so hurt. Unfortunately, with the world you lived in and the person he was, you couldn’t guarantee his safety. All you could do was hold him when he broke. It was enough.

#flufftober2022 #flufftober #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead #twd #norman reedus

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e-dubbc11 · 2 years

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Just Married-ish

Pairing: Matt Murdock X F!reader

Warnings: A bit of angst but mostly fluffy bunnies and unicorns. Bunch of boring adult stuff like paperwork (might be a little lame, I dunno, sorry if it’s stupid) Mostly PG-13 though

Word Count: Around 1.8k

Summary: Reader and Matt are newly married but you haven’t changed your name yet. You want to do it, you want your husband’s last name, but work and life happen and you haven’t gotten around to it yet. But you decide to do more than change your name. Your plan involves doing something special for Matt in the process.

A/N: Now I’m not entirely sure this is a thing but I am sure that they do have braille printing services that will do similar services for the blind. It was just an idea that popped into my head, and we don’t print the internet anymore buuuuuut for someone that reads with their fingers, it might be handy. Also I realize the subject matter might be a little boring but it sounded like a sweet thing to do so I ran with it. Thank you so much for reading! I appreciate you!

Six Months Ago

Your wedding was on a beautiful early October afternoon and the foliage in the park was at it’s peak, absolutely breathtaking. Everywhere you looked there were splashes of red, yellow, and orange and you just couldn’t get over just how gorgeous the day was. The sun was out, not a cloud in sight, just picture-perfect.

The details about the day were a little hazy because you were just blissfully and ridiculously happy about marrying the man of your dreams, the love of your life, Matthew Murdock. A brief ceremony followed by a round of drinks at Josie’s for the select few that were chosen to share your special day, Foggy, Karen, Marci, and your best friend, Jocelyn.

You and Matt didn’t want to make it a huge deal, it was exactly how you wanted it. No matter how much Jocelyn pushed you to make it a big to do, she finally gave in and respected what you wanted. She only pushed hard because she wanted it to be the best possible day for you, she said you deserve all the happiness in the world and you love her to pieces for it. Speeches were made at Josie’s, Foggy told a couple of college Matt stories, everyone was in stitches. Then he told the story of the day Matt met you.

“He came back to the office after having lunch in the park and he said to me ‘I think I met her’ and color me confused, I said ‘met who?’ He said ‘the woman I want to marry.’ And that was that, it’s only fitting that they got married in the place where they met.”

Happy hour was followed by dinner for the two of you at a little hole in the wall bar. You and your devilishly handsome husband, still dressed in your wedding attire, dined on the best burgers you’ve ever tasted. And even with all the city sounds coming from outside, you felt like you were the only two people in the world, it was perfect.

Today

You had meant to change your name soon after the wedding but life happened and you hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Matt never bothered you about it though, he knew your job was very important to you. Working for a government contractor, it could get exhausting, phone calls after hours when you’re at home relaxing, or in the middle of dinner. You felt bad anytime you had to answer the phone after you were already home for the evening. Still, he never pressured you about it. He’s very understanding and knew you would do it on your own time.

One rainy night while you were reading and he was listening to his case notes, you had an idea. Since you wanted to change your name, it has to be changed on every document and in anything where your name appears. And just in case Matt needed to find any paperwork pertaining to your lives together such as a marriage license, insurance cards, beneficiary documents, etc. If you weren’t available or god forbid something happened to you, he’d never have to rely on someone else to help him find the things he needed or trust strangers to help him. What if you could have copies of all those documents printed in braille for him?

Matt had fallen asleep listening to his case notes, he looked so peaceful and adorable while he slept, and you rarely got the chance to watch him sleep so you smiled and took a few minutes just to stare at him. He’s so beautiful. When you noticed he was asleep, you opened up your laptop and started to research braille printing services. You found one that services everything from the government to restaurant menus and everything in between. Perfect! Right on cue, he wakes up…of course he does! Trying to make something a surprise for a blind man should be easy but he doesn’t make it easy, at all. As he opens his eyes, you greet him like you always do...

“Hey there, handsome.”

“Hey there, beautiful.”

“You don’t know that I’m beautiful.”

“Yes, I do.”

You’ll have to continue your research another time, as Matty is always very playful right when he wakes up which always leads to other fun activities.

The next couple of weeks were frustrating to say the least. Between emails and phone calls explaining that YOU’RE not blind, your husband is, it was just so infuriating. It was like you were the only person who’s ever asked for something like this. You try to convey that you’re trying to make things as easy as possible for him in case he needs it and you’re not around to help him and after talking to numerous people, you’re finally able to talk to someone that understands what you want and need.

“Yes, I completely understand what you’re asking for, my wife is also blind and I did all the same things for her. It just makes it easier for them to find what they need. Not having to be completely dependent on someone else.”

You were very thankful for his help.

“Thank you so much for helping me with all of this, I’m doing this as a surprise for him, to tell him I finally changed my name...so you’ve received all my documents that need printing?”

“We have everything we need and your documents should be ready in a couple weeks.”

Again, you were very thankful.

“Thank you so much!”

“My pleasure, Mrs. Murdock, take care now.”

Mrs. Murdock...you really liked the sound of that. It made you smile just thinking about it.

Matt noticed that your stress level had been high for the past few weeks and one night after dinner, you were on your laptop and he was listening to some case notes, he took his ear buds out and turned to you, visibly frustrated with how distracted you’ve been.

“Sweetheart? Can I ask you something? You’ve been very preoccupied lately and well, you’ve just been busier than usual.”

You were typing out a thank you email to the gentleman who helped you with everything. All the documents came out perfect. Matt also suggested some time ago that you have some business cards made in case he ran into anyone looking for a new job, he knew that your company was always hiring people. He told you “It would be nice to be able just to hand them your card and they could call you.” The cards had all your important information on them, however there was one card you had made especially for him. It was your way of telling him you had changed your name. It was printed in braille, y/f/n, y/m/i, Murdock.

“Yeah, hang on, baby. I just need to finish this email, it’s really important that I get this out.”

“More important than us?” His voice hitched a little.

“Matty...what are you talking about? I told you this is really important” you said curtly. It came out harsher than you intended it to, it was the stress of the past few weeks. But it wasn’t an excuse for you to snap at him like that.

He closed his laptop, stood up and angrily adjusted his shirt sleeves and his glasses. And although he never yelled, his voice was always very stern and harsh on the rare occasions the two of you would argue.

“I feel like we’ve been living separately the past few weeks, now what is going on?”

“Matthew, I want to tell you everything that I've been up to but not like this, not while you’re this angry. It’s something that I felt was important for US and--”

He interrupted you...” Important? What’s more important than sharing your day with your husband?! And another—ya know what, I don’t want to do this right now, I’m going for a walk.” Matt walked over to the hooks on the wall, grabbed his jacket and his white cane and stormed out.

You plead with him, with tears in your eyes...” Matty...WAIT, please!!”

Too late, he slammed the door and he was gone.

About two hours had passed, you had finished the email and decided to get out all the documents you had printed up. You started to cry again, the guilt you felt for being so distant and short with him was unbearable but all you had wanted was to give him a nice surprise and make it special. They were just pieces of paper but you put everything in a box and wrapped it with wrapping paper. Even though he couldn’t see the paper or what was underneath, Matt still loves to open presents.

Sleep was something that had eluded you recently and it finally caught up with you, the crying didn’t help either, and your tired body finally gave into the sleep you desperately needed. You weren’t sure how much more time had passed when a calloused hand gently caressed your face as you slowly opened your eyes.

“Matty?”

“Hey beautiful.”

You pressed your hands into the couch to sit up quickly, grabbing him and hugging him when you begin to sob.

“Oh Matty, I’m SO sorry! I just got so caught up with what I was trying to finish, I didn’t realize you were feeling neglected, that is the last thing I want to do. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You look down to see you’ve left a wet spot on his shirt. “And now I’m sorry I got your shirt all wet, can you ever--”

“Shhh, shhh, sweetheart...It’s ok. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have gotten angry and left like that, it’s not how I should have handled things. I’m sorry.” He strokes your hair to calm you down.

He wiped your tears away as you ask him “Can I show you what I’ve been doing the past few weeks?”

“Now, angel, I thought your work was ‘need to know.’” He smirked.

You let out a little laugh “It’s not work related, my love. C’mere.”

He trails behind you and pinches your butt on your way to the kitchen table, sneaky little Devil. Setting his hands on top of the box, you kiss him on the cheek and tell him to open it. He smiles and starts to rip the paper, revealing a white box.

“Go ahead, take the top off!” You say with excitement.

He reaches for the hem of your T-shirt.

You squeal a little “Hey now! Not MY top, smartass!”

He’s full on laughing now while grasping the sides of the box. Matt takes the top of the box off, discards it onto the floor and reaches inside. Immediately his fingers feel the braille documents. His smile quickly disappears and is replaced with a soft expression, tangled with a bit of surprise while he runs his fingers over the first page.

“I had all of our important documents printed up in braille and attached to the regular printed copies in case you ever need them if I’m not around or if” you pause and swallow “if something happens to me and you need them for any reason. You won’t have to rely on anyone else to help you find them or worry about trusting a stranger.”

“You...you had all this done for me?”

You can see tears forming in his eyes, they look more hazel today.

“Of course, I did. I had to adjust some things on my work information, change my beneficiary information, put you on my health insurance so I figured let me do this for all the important information we have. This all can go in the fireproof safe that I know you can open with your bionic hearing.”

He laughed a little when you mentioned that.

“You may be the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and have super senses and abilities but that’s not going to help you find a copy of our marriage license or your insurance card. I had my social security card and my other personal ID’s done as well. And I know you were asking me to have business cards made to have at the office or to have on you to hand out, so I did that too. I had this one made special for you though…”

Matt takes the card from your hand and runs his fingers over it. y/f/n, y/m/i, Murdock.

“You...you changed your name? You changed your name.” A tear finally falls down his cheek.

“Yes, my love, I did...finally. I’m sorry it took me so long, I just--”

He wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you down onto his lap to kiss you, hands wrapped in your hair then move back to your waist, he buries his face into your neck and he completely let go.

“I can’t believe you did all of this...so that’s what you’ve been doing and that’s why you were always on the phone when I would call your office. No one…no one has ever done anything like this for me before.”

You stroked his hair, his face and peppered kisses on his cheeks.

“Oh Matty...I did to make our lives a little easier, plus my name change was very important to me. I just wanted it to be a surprise, that’s why I was so hush hush about it. Again, I am so sorry, baby.”

He kisses you again, with more passion this time, circling his tongue with yours. It still gave you butterflies when he kissed you. Resting your forehead against his, pinching his chin with your thumb and forefinger, you whisper to him...

“I love you Mr. Murdock...so much.”

Gently, Matt takes your other hand and puts it up to his chest.

“You have my whole heart, Mrs. Murdock, I love you too.”

Mrs. Murdock…you really do love the sound of that.

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hecatemoon87 · 1 year

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BOB SAGINOWSKI x FEMALE OC

Warnings ⚠️ smut

NO minors!

Read Part II

Part I: The Confession

It was early morning as Bob Saginowski unlocked the back door to the cathedral. As he entered, the familiar musky smell of wood and incense filled his nose.

Bob was a junior priest at St. Mary's Cathedral on the outskirts of Brooklyn. It was his turn to be available this week for daytime confessions.

He was dressed in a long sleeved shirt and trousers, all black. And the white clerical collar was neatly fastened around his neck.

He walked over to the confessional and opened it. The priest before him had left several candy wrappers inside. Bob sighed with annoyance as he cleared them away. "Jesus Christ," he mumbled but then made the sign of the cross. "Sorry," he said, turning his gaze to the lord on the cross nailed above the altar.

His sincerity wasn't as genuine as it should have been. He just wasn't in a good mood. In fact, he was depressed. His faith in God had been so strong in his twenties, but now, at thirty, he was beginning to question his choice in joining the priesthood.

The second demon that he was wrestling with was lust. As of late, his mind was always drifting toward sex. And it had intensified several weeks ago when a childhood friend had recently returned to Brooklyn.

She had been pretty as a girl, but now, as a woman, she was gorgeous. And all he could think about was kissing her, smelling her skin, caressing her curves and feeling her tightness envelope his cock...

"Bob?" He heard a voice behind him, causing him to jump a little. He turned around to see it was Jocelyn, his childhood friend. Speak of the devil, as they say. Or, in this case, demoness.

"Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in," he said, regaining his composure.

"I'm very good at being sneaky," she said, smiling and walking over to him. She was dressed in a tight maroon blouse, her cleavage tastefully on display, and she wore a black short skirt with heels. Her eyes had a little smokey texture to them and her lips were full and red. To say the least, Bob was feeling tempted.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you worried you'll burst into flame?" Bob joked. He remembered her being very rebellious against her Catholic parents.

"What are you talking about? I'm a good pious Catholic girl," She said, pushing out her bottom lip in mock offense.

"Don't lie inside a church," Bob said, shaking his head in amusement. "What brings you here anyways?"

Her bright disposition suddenly faded. "I need to make a confession," she said, seriously.

He chuckled, still believing that she was joking. But when he saw that she did not laugh, he grew concerned. "Oh, you're serious. Um, well, there's the confessional..." he said, pointing over to the fifty year old confessional booth.

Without looking at him, she walked over and entered. The soft click of the door closing behind her echoed through the church.

Bob, thinking she might be pulling a prank, proceeded with caution. She had a mischievous side to her, which, in all honesty, he loved. He remembered when they were kids, she would put frogs or snakes into other children's back packs because they had been mean to Bob.

As he got into the priest's side of the confessional, he pulled open the partition.

"Well, as you know, Bob, it's been like eighteen years since my last confession," she said.

"It's Father. You call me Father, during confession. And actually, outside of it as well," he said.

He saw her roll her pretty eyes and said, "Fine. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," she said, emphasizing the word 'Father'.

"I'm sure you have,"Bob said, chuckling.

"Hey! Shut up," she said, laughing. "No, seriously, Bob...I mean, Father. I've sinned big time."

"Murder?" He said, arching an eyebrow.

"Ha, ha, you're such a funny priest. I'm talking about having impure thoughts about a man," she said.

"Well, I'm sure thats normal for you," he said, and smiled when she hit the partition window with the flat of her palm. "Bob!"

"Sorry, my child, please continue," he said, still grinning.

"So fucking weird, priests calling people their children and we have to call you daddy," she said.

"Don't curse in church and don't call priests daddy," he said.

"Whatever. As I was saying, I'm having urges for this guy. Like, anytime I see him I want to just rip off his clothes and lick him," she said, almost passionately.

Bob bit his lower lip, that little comment had sent a wave of lust through his loins, his cock hardening, and growing tight against his trousers.

"Is he married? Because don't do that if he's married," Bob said.

"No, he's not married. Well...it's like he's married, but to a dude...but they arent gay and they don't have sex," she said.

Bob furrowed his brow in confusion, "What does that mean?"

"It doesn’t matter. What matters is how he makes me feel. I'm touching myself daily because just thinking of him makes me so wet," she said, in a sultry voice.

Bob shifted in the confessional, thinking that maybe he shouldn't be taking her confession. He started thinking of her soft moans and heavy breathing as she teased her nipples and fingered her wet pussy.

"Father? You've been pretty quiet over there. Any thoughts?"she said.

"Uh, well, lustful thinking isn't the end of the world. It's when you become obessed with it, placing the desire for it over your love for God, that's the sin," he said.

"I am obsessed, though. Just being near him makes me feel naughty. I want him to tell me I'm a bad girl and that I have to be punished for my sins, you know?"

Bob licked his lips and looked over at her, "What?"

"Yeah, like bend me over that pew over there, pull down my panties and spank me until I cry. Then force my legs open and pound my spoiled little pussy," she said, placing a hand on the partition and looking at Bob intently.

Bob's eyes widened as he came to the realization that she was talking about him.

"Fuck, that's hot," he said, softly.

"Don't curse in church, daddy," she said, grinning wickedly.

To be continued!

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jocelynships · 10 months

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Sick Day

So. I came down with a little cold, and decided I needed a little comfort, which meant thinking about my F/Os taking care of me.

Now I was originally gonna write this with D.raxum but… I missed a certain fuzzy blue elf a little bit so… have this. It’s very short, not super detailed, and I still manage to slip in my TMNT fixation because I’m still very much obsessed.

Enjoy!!

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Hey, Kitty, Bobby, Piotr and I are all going to the mall today to do some shopping and see a movie. I’d love for you to come!

Aw Kurt, you’re sweet! But I’m sick. I’ll have to join you guys another time.

The second Jocelyn had said she was sick, Kurt immediately dropped everything he was doing. The poor girl had no medicine, and he figured he could run to the store and pick up a few things to help her out.

Unfortunately that meant he also had to cancel on his friends.

“Aw man, that’s a real bummer Jocelyn’s sick. I would have loved for her to join us,” Bobby sighed, rather bummed out about the whole situation.

“Yeah, anything we can do to help?” Kitty asked, ready to drop everything.

Once Jocelyn had found out that Kurt and the others were the X-Men, her bond with everyone grew stronger. She hung around the mansion whenever possible, and it was clear the students even adored her. But the X-Men themselves were particularly fond of the human woman.

“It’s alright, I’m just going to run to the store and pick her up a few things like some medicine, then bring her some lunch. I know a family owned restaurant that makes some pretty great soup,” Kurt said, “I just wanna make sure she’s okay.”

“That’s sweet of you,” Piotr patted his friend’s shoulder, “Tell her we all hope she feels better soon.”

“And that we miss her!” Bobby added on.

“Thanks for understanding,” Kurt smiled.

“Of course, Jocelyn is our friend. And we know how much you like her, even if you deny it,” Kitty giggled, “But seriously, this is sweet. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”

Kurt almost wanted to reply with a smart remark at Kitty’s teasing, but she was right. Kurt did like Jocelyn. Quite a lot. But that wasn’t the main focus right now. Getting everything and then getting to Jocelyn was his priority.

“I’ll see you all later, and I’ll let Jocelyn know you all miss her,” Kurt smiled, waving his friends goodbye.

After he had stepped out of the room, Kitty giggled.

“How much you wanna bet they’re gonna start dating soon?” she asked Bobby, who had a devious smirk come across his face.

“I give it to the new year, they’re both kind of dumb and oblivious to each other’s feelings,” Bobby laughed.

“We are not betting on when Kurt and Jocelyn are getting together,” Piotr groaned.

“I don’t think it’s gonna take that long!” Kitty shook her head, “Maybe a few months!”

“You wanna actually bet on this? Loser takes on the other’s duty for a month!” Bobby held out his hand to Kitty, who eagerly took it.

“You’re so on!”

“Why are you two like this?” Piotr sighed into his hands.

Oh well, at least they kept things entertaining.

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Jocelyn let out a groan to herself as a knock sounded on her door. Whoever it was, she didn’t really wanna deal with anyone. She just wanted to stay in bed, sleep, watch some old cartoons and movies, and try to recover from this nasty cold she came down with.

She slowly pulled herself out of bed and shuffled over to her door. It was times like these she was grateful her apartment was small so she didn’t have to walk too far.

However, when she opened up the door, she wasn’t expecting Kurt to be standing there with bags filled with supplies, a bag of take out, and a turtle plush in his arms.

“Kurt? What are you doing here?” she wasn’t upset in the slightest, actually happy to see him. But she didn’t want to get him sick!

“I came to check in on you. You said you didn’t have any medicine, right?” Kurt stepped into her apartment, setting the bags on the counter by her kitchen sink.

He took notice of her hoarse voice, her red nose, and the oversized sweater she was wearing. She looked like she didn’t feel well in the slightest.

“No… I was gonna ask Peter for some when he got home…” Jocelyn said, referring to her next door neighbor.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that, here you go,” Kurt handed her a bottle of cold medicine, “Take some now, please.”

“Thanks,” Jocelyn smiled at him, opening up the bottle.

She hated the taste of liquid cold medicine, but Kurt was quick to grab her a glass of water to drink afterwards once he saw her shudder after downing the medicine.

Jocelyn never had anyone do something like this for her before.

“Oh, this is also for you,” he handed her the turtle plush, “I remembered you said you liked turtles. I didn’t see any hedgehogs or ducks otherwise I would have gotten them for you too. I figured it would help cheer you up.”

“Ha, you remembered my silly little animal obsessions?” Jocelyn took the plush and gave it a squeeze.

“I remember small details,” Kurt smiled at her, unpacking the bags for her.

She was amazed. He grabbed her cough drops and multiple packs of tissues, along with tea and honey for her sore throat. He got a couple cans of soup, some microwavable containers of mashed potatoes, popsicles, and some yogurt for her as well.

“You really didn’t have to do all this,” she began, but Kurt stopped her.

“No, I didn’t. I wanted to though,” Kurt opened up the takeout bag and pulled out a container of soup with a warm mini loaf of bread, “I also got you some homemade chicken noodle soup.”

“You’re really way too sweet,” Jocelyn felt relieved at the warm sensation of the bowl in her hands. She had been running a low fever most of the day and was freezing, hence the sweater.

“Go sit down and eat, I’ll make you some tea?” Kurt nodded towards her bed.

“Thanks,” Jocelyn bashfully turned away, hoping that the redness in her face could be excused by being sick.

The soup was a relief, it soothed her throat and helped clear up her sinuses a bit. And when Kurt came over with the tea, it was happily accepted.

However, when he moved around the other side and sat down beside her, she raised an eyebrow at him.

“What are you doing?” She asked between bites of the bread.

“I’m not leaving,” Kurt stated, grabbing the remote and unpausing the movie she had put on. It seems like it had only started, “Can I rewind this? So I can watch it all the way through?”

“Uh… No offense, I love your company and all, but I don’t wanna get you sick-” Jocelyn set the mug of tea down, only for Kurt to lounge back on her bed and pull her into him.

“Don’t worry about getting me sick, I have a high immune system,” Kurt started the movie from the beginning, “Ah, so this is why you like turtles so much.”

Jocelyn blushed, wondering if it was due to the sudden contact, or him lightly teasing her for watching the old ninja turtle movie from the early 90s, but she didn’t have it in her to fight him on this. She gave in, resting her head against his chest and pulled the blanket around her.

God, he’s so warm.

“Yeah. It’s a favorite of mine,” Jocelyn yawned as Kurt rubbed her back, “Not just this movie, but all of it. The cartoons, the comics too.”

“Hm, you’ll have to show me sometime,” Kurt rested his head on top of hers as she snuggled in closer to him.

“Yeah…”

It didn’t take long for Jocelyn to fall asleep. Barely fifteen minutes into the movie, and she was out like a light. But Kurt didn’t mind, she needed the rest, and they could watch the movie another time. Right now, all that mattered was taking care of Jocelyn. And if that meant letting her sleep on him, he was happy to be her pillow.

And if he got sick? Eh, he wasn’t too worried about it.

She was worth it

#ship: night roses #self ship community #self ship fic #self shipping #Anyways I haven’t done anything for my Marvel S/I in a while so here you go

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so I've been compiling a list of all the Targaryens whose cause of death we know, and almost all of those missing from the list are women: Septa Rhaella, Daena the Defiant and her sisters, Daenora and her son Maegor, Vaella, Aegon V's sisters Daella and Rhae, Dany's grandmother Shaera and her sister Rhaelle. do you have any theories or worries about how these women may be revealed to have died in F&B 2?

What, me worry about GRRM falling back on death in childbirth in order to get rid of female characters? What, me worry about GRRM showing less interest in female characters compared to their male counterparts? Who could ever have gotten that idea?

(Also I’m assuming you’re only talking about female Targaryens by birth who died post-Fire and Blood Volume 1, because we also don’t know exactly how Visenya died, or Rhaena daughter of Aenys I, or Jaehaerys and Alysanne’s daughter Saera, or if we’re being really technical Aenys’ youngest daughter, Vaella - and that’s not even counting Jaehaerys and Alysanne’s maternal half-sister and later daughter-in-law Jocelyn Baratheon.)

Anyway, yes, I am definitely concerned. My current position is that until and unless we have information guaranteeing that any given female Targaryen did not die in childbirth, I’m mentally preparing myself for news that they died in childbirth. Aegon III’s sisters Baela and/or Rhaena? May have died in childbirth. (I don’t like to think of the implications of killing the former like that in the context of her possibly declining marriage to Alyn and his relationship with Elaena.) Daenora? May have died in childbirth. (Unless she is more like The Accursed Kings’ Clemence of Hungary as the wife of the partial-Louis X-like Aerion Brightflame - I’ll have to think about that in another post.) Maekar’s daughters Daella and/or Rhae? May have died in childbirth. (Although hopefully the former’s possible romance with Dunk will save her.) Egg’s daughter Rhaelle? May have died in childbirth.

And even if childbirth isn’t involved, that doesn’t mean we’ll necessarily get any information on what ultimately happened to these ladies. Given how little GRRM apparently wished to have Dowager Queen Alyssa, crown princess Jocelyn Baratheon, or Princess Alyssa involved in the lives of their royal children, I don’t have a lot of confidence in, say, Queen Shaera lasting long after the accession of Jaehaerys II. Given how little GRRM detailed the lives or ultimate fates of the princess (and would-be heiress)-turned-septa Rhaella and the mentally disabled Princess Gael, I’m not at all confident that GRRM will spend much time on the fate of the princess-turned-septa Rhaena or the mentally disabled would-be heiress Vaella. The lack of any mention of Daena in TWOIAF, especially in connection with her son’s eventual rebellion (remember that she would only have been 51 at the time of the First Blackfyre Rebellion), doesn’t give me a lot of confidence in her surviving long past the birth of Daemon.

(Still hoping that Princess Elaena lives to be 70 and not only gets to be GRRM’s favorite sort of character - the sassy, confident, smart older woman/widow - but specifically sticks up for Egg’s secret marriage for love with Betha Blackwood, using both her own history of marrying for love and her seniority within the royal family. Give me one nice thing, GRRM!)

But hey, GRRM is a great writer! I would love Fire and Blood Volume 2 to tell us a lot more about all of these ladies, and I’m willing to trust that the author has the talent to do just that.

#asoiaf meta #fire and blood volume 2 #baela targaryen #Rhaena daughter of Daemon #daenora targaryen #daella daughter of maekar #rhae targaryen #shaera targaryen #Rhaena daughter of aegon #vaella targaryen #daena targaryen #elaena targaryen

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Playdate

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x OC

Summary: They’d moved from Australia to Los Angeles nearly two years ago, and yet he still hadn’t made a single friend.

Series: Part 1 of Hiding Here Inside a Dream

Word Count: 3,423

Notes: Jocelyn Fischer is the name that I’ve given to Robert’s mother. Warnings for reference verbal child abuse.

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Jocelyn leaned against the kitchen counter, fiddling nervously with the phone still clutched in her hand, thumb rubbing over the worn buttons as she watched her four-year-old playing quietly with his toys in the middle of the spacious living room.

She was trying not to worry too much about him. The last thing she wanted to do was overreact and do something rash, but at the same time, they had moved from Sydney to Los Angeles almost two years ago, and he had yet to make a single new friend.

Not that Robert had many friends back when they still lived in Australia, but he had been younger, then. Practically still a baby. Or at least that’s what it had felt like to her.

She was born in Australia. She met Maurice one year after graduating from culinary school. He’d come to the restaurant she was working at and insisted on speaking to the chef who had made his steak. And that was it. They dated for…not nearly as long as they probably should have before getting married. The Fischer Morrow branch in Australia was booming, but the one in California was in need of more direct oversight. Robert had been barely two when he announced–announced, not asked, or discussed–that they would need to move to Los Angeles indefinitely. And so she packed up her baby and her things and said good-bye to the only home, family, and friends she’d ever known.

Los Angeles was…fine. Even though she didn’t know anyone, and her husband spent all his time at work, and his mother was awful and even though she insisted that she could help with Robert, Jocelyn frankly didn’t want the woman anywhere near him.

At first Robert’s lack of friends hadn’t concerned her. She didn’t have very many friends growing up either, and she turned out relatively okay. But ever since they’d moved, Robert had been even quieter than usual, tending to just sit with his toys or in front of the television. Part of her suspected that maybe he was homesick. The other worried that the latest incident of Maurice yelling at him had more of an adverse effect than she’d initially thought.

She didn’t know how it even started. She had just left them alone for a minute, just a minute. Robert was playing on the living room floor like he was now, Maurice sitting at the table doing paperwork. When she came back, Maurice was yelling, pacing back and forth and shoving a wagging finger in Robert’s tear stained face. She’d shooed her husband away furiously, picking up Robert and whisking him back to his room. He cried and cried his little heart out, her sweet boy clinging to her as his entire body trembled with sobs. Jocelyn had put him to bed early with his favorite stuffed koala bear clutched tightly to his chest, blankets tucked in tightly around him. Even after he fell asleep she remained hovering at his bedside, watching his chest rise and fall, staring at the blotchy red marks his tears had left on his cheeks.

When she went back downstairs to confront Maurice about what happened, he’d just scoffed and shrugged her away, growling something about how oversensitive Robert was.

There were times where she thought that maybe she should leave. Take Robert with her and get out. But Maurice’s army of lawyers would destroy her if she tried to divorce him. They could even take Robert away from her. And then he would be alone. In this big, empty house. With just Maurice and his hatefulness. That wasn’t a risk she was willing to take.

It was amazing how Maurice could have changed so much. He had never been as excited about the pregnancy as she was, but he hadn’t been apathetic either. And when he found out that they were having a boy he’d been thrilled. His blatant jealousy of the attention that she bestowed onto their child made no sense to her, nor did his fury over Robert not being a simple carbon copy of himself. It was only just beginning to become clear to her that perhaps Maurice had never wanted a child but an heir. And not just any heir, but one who he considered to be worthy of the Fischer Morrow empire. A son, just like him both in personality and temperament, to run and preserve the kingdom once Maurice was gone.

But with every passing day, it was becoming clearer and clearer which of his parents Robert took after. And it certainly wasn’t his father.

Robert may be quiet, bordering on docile, but he was also incredibly, incredibly kind. He was always the first to ask her if she was okay when she was upset, and he was so affectionate it warmed her heart. Always wanting to hug and cuddle with her.

And he was so sensitive, maybe a little overly so, but that was okay. She’d rather have an over sensitive child than a cruel one. Tears pricked at her eyes as she watched her sweet little boy squeeze his stuffed koala to his chest in a huge hug. So much love. Her little boy had so much love to give.

And he seemed so lonely. And sad. Melancholic in a way that a four year old boy should never be. She’d tried to arrange playdates with some of the children that lived in the area. but nothing had stuck. Sure, he played well with the other kids, but often it was just him following them around the playground, listening quietly as they chattered. And on the way home, when she asked him if he would like to see them again, he just shrugged noncommittally and stared down at his shoes.

He just needed a friend. Surely that would help him. At least a little.

“Robert, sweetie?” she called. Immediately his head jerked up. He was so fucking cute, with his chubby, freckled cheeks and big light blue eyes. She didn’t think that it was just her bias as a mother that made her think that he was going to be beautiful when he grew up.

“Yes, Mama?”

“Are you hungry? I could make you a sandwich, if you wanted?”

He hesitated for a moment. “Peanut butter with the strawberry jam?” he finally asked timidly.

“Sure thing,” Jocelyn moved towards the cupboard.

“With the crusts cut off?” he wandered into the kitchen, stuffed animal still clutched in his arms.

“Of course.”

He suddenly wrapped his little arms around her waist. “I love you, Mama.”

“Oh, honey,” she had to blink hard to keep from crying, hugging him back tightly. God knows that he needed all of the positive affection he could get. Poor thing. “I love you too,” she kissed the top of his head. My baby. My poor, sweet, baby. Your heart is too big for this world. “Why don’t you go clean up your toys while I make you your sandwich?”

“Okay,” he let her go, heading back into the living room to methodically place his toys back into their box. By the time he came trotting back and climbed into one of the barstools in front of the counter, she was just finishing up his sandwich, chopping off the crusts as requested with quick, expert movements of her knife.

She really did miss cooking. When Robert was old enough to be left on his own, perhaps she would go back. Find a kitchen somewhere that would be willing to hire her, even if just part time. They didn’t need the money, but she missed the scent of fresh ingredients and the organized chaos of other chefs bustling around her.

“Here you are,” she said, setting the plate down in front of him.

“Thank you, Mama.”

She glowed with secret pride at his manners, leaning her elbows on the counter as she watched him eat. “Robert? I was wondering if you would be up for going on a playdate tomorrow afternoon?”

He looked up at her, eyes suspicious. “A playdate?”

“Mhm. I have an old friend from college who I’d like to catch up with, and she has a little girl about your age. They invited us to come join them at the playground. Do you think you would be up for that?”

He considered. “Is it the playground with the swing set?”

She nodded. “And the big blue slide.”

He chewed thoughtfully before answering. “I guess that would be okay.”

“Okay. Okay, good. I promise that this one will be more fun than last time,” she didn’t think that she would ever forget the horrified look in her son’s eyes when the boy he’d been playing with promptly decided that it would be fun to not only dig around in the dirt, but then try to eat the worms that he found wriggling around in the soil. Poor Robert had run back to her screaming when the boy had tried to throw one at him.

God, she hoped that Dana’s daughter didn’t also have a proclivity for digging around in the dirt and mud.

Dana had been in her culinary program back in Australia. Originally from California, she moved to Sydney for college to get away from her overbearing parents. They’d been close. But then college had ended and Dana had moved back to Los Angeles. Jocelyn had been reluctant to look her up initially after moving. They hadn’t stayed in touch and it felt…just a little too desperate at the time. But now she was desperate; willing to try just about anything if it meant that her son wouldn’t be lonely.

When he was done with his sandwich he took the plate to the kitchen, stepping up on the little stepstool she got for him so he could wash his plate off and put it into the dishwasher. Jocelyn ruffled his mop of thick dark hair proudly as he did. From the moment he was born she’d promised herself she would do everything in her power to ensure that he didn’t become some spoiled rich brat incapable of doing anything for himself. No. Her son would learn how to do his own laundry. Mop flours and clean bathrooms and sew fallen buttons back onto his shirts and unclog drains. It didn’t matter that they had maids and staff to all do that for them. He would learn. He would be self-sufficient. She would make sure of it.

When he was a little older, she intended to teach him how to cook. To pass on all the things she’d learned while in culinary school to him.

“Hey, Robert?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you like to help me make some cookies?”

The way that his eyes lit up made her heart soar. “Sure!”

He couldn’t do much more than lick the spoon and get his hands and face all sticky, but that was okay. She still explained everything that she did to him carefully, letting him at least try. And his grin when he sank his teeth into a gooey cookie, getting smears of half melted chocolate all over his cheeks, was the best thing that Jocelyn had seen in the whole world.

“Mama?”

She jumped to alertness, half asleep on the couch as the television played. Maurice had greeted her with little more than a grunt when he’d gotten home, disappearing into his office where she had to assume he was still holed up with his beloved paperwork. He hadn’t even acknowledged Robert when he came in, and he didn’t eat dinner with the two of them. She had only tucked Robert into bed an hour ago before coming back downstairs to watch a nature show.

“What is it, sweetie?”

He was hugging his koala to his chest, face half buried in its worn fur. “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh, Robert, sweetie, come here,” she opened her arms so that he could climb onto the couch and snuggle against her, sniffling quietly. She rocked him gently back and forth, like she had when he was a baby and wouldn’t settle, until he finally relaxed against her, tears drying. “You wanna stay down here with me and watch the animals?” she asked, nodding to the screen that displayed a sea otter floating in the water.

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she patted his head, letting him lay on her as they watched the show. By the time it was over, he had fallen fast asleep against her.

Robert was clinging to her leg, blue eyes wide as he stared out at the other children screaming and racing around the playground. Jocelyn patted a hand on his head, smoothing down his dark hair. He had insisted on bringing his koala bear with him. That was okay, though she worried about it getting dirty or lost. She supposed that it was becoming something like a security blanket for him. She’d read about those, in one of the parenting books she’d read when she was pregnant.

God, she had no idea what she was doing.

A sudden burst of helplessness settled without warning in her chest. If this didn’t work out…what if he never made any friends? What if he was lonely forever? What if something happened to her? Who would help him, and take care of him, and hold him when he was upset? Who would give him love and affection? Certainly not Maurice. She doubted at this point that he was even capable of loving the child that he’d all but rejected.

The pregnancy had been unplanned, and she didn’t have anyone around to help her. To give advice on how to handle any of this. Had she been fucking up this whole time? Had she done irreparable damage already? Traumatized him with the move from Australia to California? Maybe she hadn’t been doing enough to help him make friends, or to shield him from his father’s heartlessness.

Before she could spiral too much, a flash of golden blonde hair caught the sun from the other side of the park. Dana. Maybe Dana could help her. Give her advice. She had mentioned on the phone that Alice was her second child, so she’d clearly done this all before.

Her old friend from college looked more or less the same, maybe her hair was a little longer. The bags under her eyes were certainly new. Clinging to her hand was a little girl with long dark brown hair and huge, downcast brown eyes. Her coloring must take more after Dana’s husband, Andrew. But as she and Dana drew closer, she could see a bit of Dana’s bone structure reflected in the little girl’s face. Beside her, Jocelyn heard Robert gasp. He grabbed a fistful of her shirt, tugging until she bent down.

“What, Robert?”

He cupped his hands around her ear, whispering. “Is she an angel?” his eyes were wide as saucers, holding something in them that Jocelyn could have called awestruck.

She didn’t have an opportunity to answer, as Dana and her daughter finally came to a stop in front of them.

“Joci, it’s so good to see you,” Dana stepped forward, arms open as she approached Jocelyn for a hug. Jocelyn stepped into the embrace in relief. Robert was still clutching her leg, peering curiously from behind her at the little girl standing quietly next to Dana.

“You too,” she let go and took a step back, squatting down so she was at the young girl’s eye level. “Hello there, you must be Alice. I’m Jocelyn Fischer.”

The girl blinked at her, once. With eyes that looked like maybe they had seen too much. There was something haunted about them. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Fischer,” she said finally.

“And this,” she very, very gently reached behind her and nudged Robert forward. “Is Robert.”

Alice turned her gaze to him, blinking. “Hi.”

Normally, this was the moment when Robert would glance up at Jocelyn cautiously. When she would have to reassure him that it was okay, sometimes even give gentle encouragement for him to go play.

This time, however, he took an immediate step forward, eyes still round with wonder as he stared at the little brunette girl in front of him, koala hugged to his chest. “Are you an angel?” he blurted out. Jocelyn’s jaw just about hit the ground. Next to her, Dana gave a tiny chuckle, hand raising to cover her mouth. Alice blinked, confused.

“No, I’m Alice.”

Robert looked down. “Oh.”

Alice tilted her head a little. “I like your koala.”

Robert’s head raised, suddenly perking up. “Thanks!”

“Do you like the swings?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay. There’s some over there,” Alice pointed before beginning to walk towards them. Robert darted forward, one hand still holding his koala tight, but the other shot out to grab Alice’s hand, clinging to her tightly. The girl looked down at their joined hands, almost in confusion, but she didn’t seem perturbed, and she didn’t let go of his hand or try to pull away as they walked towards the swings.

“Jocelyn? There’s a nice bench in the shade, over this way. We can still see them,” Dana said. Jocelyn blinked at her owlishly for a moment.

“Yes! Yes, right. Sorry. I just,” she glanced back to Robert and Alice. “I’ve never seen him take to someone so quickly before,” she followed Dana to a wooden bench underneath a huge oak. It was nicely shaded, and let her see the entire playground. She tried her best to give Dana her attention, listening as she went on and on about the difficulties between Alice and Celia, Dana’s oldest. How Andrew was no help with the children. Things got a little uncomfortable when Dana started talking about their money troubles, as they always did whenever someone brought up financials. Though Jocelyn almost found it even more awkward the way that Dana was constantly comparing Alice to Celia. And how no matter what, Alice didn’t seem to be able to measure up. At least not in Dana’s eyes.

Jocelyn, however, was fighting back the urge to run onto the playground and pick the little girl up into a massive, grateful hug. Her sweet boy was smiling. He was smiling and it was all because of Alice, still letting him cling to her hand as they ran around together.

There was a sweetness to the little girl, a gentleness in the way that she handled Robert. But at the same time, she seemed to be able to coax him from his shell, checking in regularly to make sure that he was having fun. And she didn’t seem to mind how he held tightly to her hand, or when he suddenly gave her a hug. She just smiled widely, returning the hug with a little squeeze.

“She doesn’t have many friends,” Dana shook her head. “I don’t understand why. Celia never had trouble making friends, you know? Everyone always liked her.”

Jocelyn tried to hide her discomfort over the way Dana said it. Like it was some sort of failing on Alice’s part that she didn’t have as many friends as her older sister. The haunted look in the little girl’s eyes was beginning to make more and more sense.

Jocelyn wondered, as she watched Alice hold Robert tightly in a hug, seemingly just a reluctant to let go as he was, if maybe the girl needed a friend just as badly as Robert did.

Maybe they would be good for each other.

When it was time for them to leave, Robert pouted magnificently, those big baby blue eyes widening as he pleaded for just a few more minutes. It only worked the first two times. By the third, they really did have to go. He flung his arms around Alice before they left, and the little girl squeezed him back tightly, and as they were walking away towards the car he kept glancing over his shoulder after her.

“Did you have fun, sweetie?” Jocelyn asked on the drive home.

“Yeah!”

“Would you like to see her again, sometime?”

He nodded so vigorously that she was worried he would rattle his brain inside his skull. Jocelyn laughed, trying to hide her relief. Her sweet boy finally had a friend.

“I’ll talk to her mom and see if we can set something up soon, okay?”

“Okay, Mama.”

She smiled, ruffling his hair affectionately. Maybe everything would be okay. Maybe Robert wouldn’t seem so lonely and sad anymore.

Maybe being friends with Alice Emerson would finally bring him some happiness.

Thank you for reading! Please consider leaving a comment, reblog, or like. I always appreciate feedback and love getting the opportunity to interact with you and hear your thoughts!

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The Watermelon Woman (Movie)

1990s movie. Directed by and starring Cheryl Dunye.

Plot points:

Fiction.

Amateur filmmaker.

Interracial relationship dynamics.

Social black issues.

Black film history in Hollywood.

Friendship.

Interracial sapphic couple (primary); black sapphic couple (secondary).

Black sapphic characters:

Cheryl [lesbian] (Cheryl Dunye) Tamara [lesbian] (Valarie Walker) Fae 'The Watermelon Woman' Richards [lesbian] (Lisa Marie Bronson) Stacey (Jocelyn Taylor) June (Cheryl Clarke) Shirley (Ira Jeffries) Yvette (Kat L Robertson)

Connections:

Cheryl x Diana (interracial sapphic) Tamara x Stacey (black sapphic) Fae x Martha (interracial sapphic) x June (black sapphic)

Sex & Nudity - Moderate

One scene of a sapphic couple laying in bed, assumed, after sex. Breasts and butts are visible briefly.

A fully nude sex scene.

Violence & Gore - None

Profanity - Mild

Alcohol, Drugs & Smoking - Mild

Smoking: Low frequency of cigarettes and joints.

Alcohol: Socially, low frequency.

Frightening & Intense Scenes - None

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dulcewrites · 9 months

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List of OCs

I was recently asked to list out all the ocs that I have so far. Some of them have been flesh out to written pieces, others are just ideas that I’ve mentioned briefly (and hope to maybe write fics about but that is up in the air). I will try to link to the pieces, as well as the asks tags. I will add to this as things go along.

I like doing little oc games with them so be on the look out for when I reblog the prompts. It’s the best way I can expland on these ocs, especially the ones I haven’t fully written for.

First I want to start with the ocs that I get asked the most about bc there is just more material on them or I plan on writing full length things for their character in the recent future:

Myrah Everlane: main of Finding Common Cause. Lower nobleborn woman from the Vale. Set in an au where Aegon becomes king and everyone lives. Myrah and Aemond do eventually get married and have children. Use tags: oc inspo: myrah, and fcc asks for her. I also have answered asks about a modern fcc universe. Use tags: modern fcc asks, oc inspo: modern Myrah, and modern fcc inspo

Cassandra Devereux: based off my finished fool me once fic (an Aemond x reader fic). This is an au where their family lives after the dance, making Aemond king, and Cassandra queen with their kids as princesses and princes. It’s their journey post losing everyone, and navigating running the realm. I write mainly short blurbs and such for them. Use tags: fmo k&q au, and oc inspo: Cassandra

Next are ocs that I have written one part for or they are just eventual ideas that I would like to expand on

Elysa: she is from Drowned in Love. My alys x oc x Aemond fic. She is a bastard born Tully. This happens towards the end of the dance. Both alys and Elysa have Aemond’s children. It is has three parts already but is paused at the moment. There is a drowned in love inspo tag and a dil asks tag

Edith: She is from Acquired Taste. An Aegon centric fic. I don’t have much on her, other than these fashion post I like making for my ocs. I planned on making a part 2 for this story but as of now, it is paused. There is a few posts that can be found in the acquired taste asks tag

Nina: my modern Royal oc. This is more an idea that would like to flesh out eventually. Also an oc with little info bc I haven’t said much about her. All I have is that she is an Epidemiologist that meets Aemond when he is visiting labs (post pandemic) for funding. Very much ‘commoner’ becomes a princess type of story. I also have a modern royalty inspo tag

Clarisse: greek life au. This was an idea I had for an oc x Aemond x daeron idea. Basically daeron likes clarisse who Aemond. Greek life au and inspo tag is where you can find stuff but is it sparse

Now this character technically isn’t an oc yet. She if my first Aegon x reader fic, set in the modern universe - one step forward two steps back. It is also paused, much like my other Aegon fic but if I ever were to continue it, I’d want to make her an oc named Ivy. You can look through osftsf asks

I’m gonna group Jocelyn Velaryon (formerly known as Laenora) and Wylla in the same one. These are two ocs I had around the same time. Jocelyn is the youngest daughter of corlys and rhaenys. Wylla is a northerner/warg. I really want to write a northerner oc eventually.

#I think this is everyone 😭#I didn’t realize how much shit I just make up off the top of my head dkwkmfkemf #my ocs

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A Dance With Dragons (II) -Daemon Targaryen

pairing:Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon Oc

Content: Incest, Age-Gap,Angst

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Daemon turned out to be an excellent husband, in the first days I doubt a little about his choice, remembering having heard various conversations between his mother and father about his rebellious uncle.

They described him as a cruel man who could not be trusted, he thought it was silly when he was only attentive, kind, and affectionate with her.

She waited until she had the sixteenth day of her name to take her to the marriage bed, some time later her first son, Gaemon Targaryen, was born, who Jocelyn considers to have a great resemblance to her uncle Aemond of young.

Just a year later Matarys arrived who was born with her mother's dark hair but the rest was all her mother, although she wouldn't admit it out loud she was a little disappointed that none of her children got Velaryon skin tone.

And now she was expecting another child

Something in her screamed that she would be a girl, even her husband thought the same.

She watched as her sons trained with her father, and she thought that she had made the right decision.

With the passage of time she only received ravens from her brothers, especially from Luke, apparently Daemon's daughters hated her as well as her mother, it hurt her to admit it but she had cried like a child when she read Those words.

After the death of her father, her mother remarried Harwin Strong, the real father of her brothers, he bothered her until she cried with anger but she also felt happy because her mother was finally happy with a man she did love. .

"My princess, a raven has arrived from King's Landing." Jocelyn thanked the old servant girl and took her paper into her hands.

Vaemond Velaryon was questioning the legitimacy of her siblings, and her mother was asking for her support in reaffirming Jacaerys' inheritance.

“Enough fighting, little dragons!” Jocelyn approached her children, “I'll have them run a bath, they're covered in sand.

Jocelyn called one of her ladies, asking her to take her children to her rooms, when she was finally alone with her husband she handed over her paper.

Daemon looked at it curiously before reading it.

—She expects us to support her after her horrible words, I don't think so

"My sweet husband, I won't do it for her, it's for my brothers." The young woman took her husband's hands, caressed them, feeling the hardness of her hands.

—Jacaerys Driftmark heir, I will be queen, and I will give Luke Dragonstone

Daemon thought about it, stared into his wife's eyes and knew he wasn't going to win this.

"Then we will go to King's Landing."

-Thanks my love

Jocelyn placed a small kiss on her lips, Daemon rubbing Jocelyn's large belly lovingly.

—I suppose that it will do the children good to know the red fortress

Due to her condition they had to sail instead of riding on the back of her dragons, Jocelyn remembered her father throughout the trip.

When they arrived they were not surprised that someone was not waiting to greet them, Daemon was furious and Jocelyn had to calm him down until they reached the king's room.

When Jocelyn entered she felt that she could vomit, she smelled of death, her children also noticed it but she asked them to ignore it.

"Grandpa." Jocelyn walked over to stand right next to the king's bed.

"Alice, is that you?"

Jocelyn and Daemon looked at each other with concern.

—It's Jocelyn, grandpa, Daemon is here too

"Daemon? oh Daemon, my brother." Viserys began to sob.

-Hello brother

He could see the anger, the worry, the sadness in Daemon's eyes.

-It has been so long

—I know, grandfather, we are very sorry not to visit you in these last years, we were afraid that we would not be well received after all.

—Apparently we are not, my wife and children were not greeted by anyone upon arrival

Jocelyn rolled her eyes.

"Children? Oh, what good news." They both took it as a good sign to introduce his children.

Jocelyn took Gaemon into her arms while Daemon carried Matarys.

—He is Matarys—Daemon pointed to his son in his arms—And he is Gaemon—Jocelyn caressed her son's cheek.

—Oh, but look how sweet boys will become great men, what is our future king?

Jocelyn brought Gaemon closer to the king.

—I can see it, he will be a great king

After Viserys had a coughing fit they had to withdraw.

They went directly to their chambers, none wishing to meet anyone.

#daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x velaryon oc #daemon x reader #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #Velaryon oc

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cadybear420 · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day, here are some headcanons of my Choices/Pixelberry OTPs' favorite assets of each other

Ideally I'd make some edits for this holiday and I still might, but there are also a lot of edits I'm working on lol. So have these headcanons for now. Prepare to meet some familiar MCs/pairings as well as a couple of new ones that I haven't talked about a lot!

Evie x Aiden (OG HSS)

Evie: She likes just about all of Aiden. His hair, his eyes, his lips, his lean stomach, his chest, his waist, his hips, his thighs. But probably what she gives the most attention to is his sculpted ass. She's a major ass woman.

Aiden: His personal favorite is Evie's nose as it reminds him of how close she is to him, as stated in the game's canon in the premium carriage ride scene. But what he's most attracted to in my opinion is definitely her chiseled abs and especially her taut muscular biceps and slightly roughened hands. He tends to be most fascinated by hands and arms, and the fact that she's buff especially drives him wild.

Cher x Ajay (HSS:CA)

Cher: Is a big fan of Ajay's ass (fun fact, I can have MC comment on liking his "hot butt" in their premium prom scene in the canon game). But is also an especially big fan of his hourglass figure. She also appreciates his hair quite a bit.

Ajay: All of her face probably, but most especially her eyes.

Jordan x Julian (HSS Prime)

Jordan: Julian's hips (Payton comments on how he has the hips for dancing bachata in Prime so yeah). Cue Julian being surprised at someone who is attracted to an asset of him that isn't his muscles.

Julian: Jordan's muscles. She's the "ridiculously jacked for a nerd under her sweater" trope and that definitely catches his interest.

Jo x Lucas (ILITW)

Jo: Her favorite feature has to be his slender waist, long legs, and overall twinkish figure. Though the LucASS is a very close second. The gel-slicked hair, glasses, old-fashioned and body-hugging dress styles, and his face are just the cherry on top.

Lucas: Initially he can't decide and just says all of her. But in the end, he'd have to go with her hands. And her smile.

Harper/Addison x Tom (ILB)

Harper/Addison: All of him. Just all of his lean-muscle twinkish figure. Okay, her particular favorites would have to be his chest, belly, and thighs, but really they love all of his figure.

Tom: He can't decide.

Cedric x Jocelyn (ILW)

Cedric: Easily Jocelyn's abs. IIRC, Joss is also implied to be tall both in ILITW and in ILW, so I think he'd find that pretty hot too.

Jocelyn: Either his ass or his nipples (she's given these features quite a bit of extra attention in their smut scenes).

Peggy x Tyler (MAH)

Peggy: Tyler's ass, no contest. Given Tyler is a track runner, after all.

Tyler: He can't decide. Probably her lips? Or her arms?

Lew x Liam (TRR)

Lew: Liam's Royal Posterior, AKA his Perfect Royal Backside (both of these are descriptions used in in-game dirty thirty scenes), as well as his fairly hourglassy figure. Particularly his wide hips.

Liam: All of Lew.

Dick x Peg (DLS)

Dick: Almost all of Peg but especially her muscles.

Peg: Almost all of Dick but especially his ass.

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Dagger Squad Headcanons | Part 2

LOGAN "YALE" LEE

Originally from the Bay Area (San Francisco), he got into Yale (his first college choice) when he was 17. He was set to study in the medical field.

He saw the Blue Angels perform when he was home during his summer break and immediately thought: I wanna do that, I can do that.

He finished his senior year and earned a Bachelor in Kinesiology and immediately enlisted in the Navy as an E-4. Going right to officer's school for flight aviation after his first deployment.

He's the youngest child in his family with three older sisters.

His oldest sister, Ashley (Ae-cha, 애차) is a cardiologist. His middle sister, Chelsea (Chung-ha, 김청하) is a professor at Berkley. And his other sister, Hanna (Ha-yoon, 하윤) is a concert violinist.

His Korean name is Seo-jun (서준), which means naturally talented.

The reason he picked Logan as his English name was because he was absolutely obsessed with X-men growing up. He dressed up as Wolverine two years in a row for Halloween.

He loves the Golden State Warriors. As a kid, he had dreams of becoming a point guard for the team but ultimately lost his drive for a basketball scholarship around eighth grade.

Do not get this man started on Steph Curry. He will not shut up about him.

In his off-time, he does trick shots on the court. He dominates games of Horse and will literally decimate the competition.

He also enjoys spinning basketballs on his finger - it took him all summer when he was nine to figure out that trick.

He was known as DJ Lee throughout middle school because he was constantly burning music onto CDs from Napster for his classmates. He ran the underground music market at the time and saved up enough money from the illegal sales to buy his first flip phone. His parents still have no idea about his young enterprise.

This man is obsessed with banana milk. He drinks at least, bare minimum, two a day.

He swears by eating ginger rice before he flies because it'll settle his stomach better than anything.

His rotating music consists of a lot of classic west coast rappers (Tupac, Dre, Snoop, Easy E, etc.). But he definitely has a secret playlist dedicated to Ariana Grande.

If he has a fully choreographed dance routine for "Dangerous Woman", that is strictly between him and his bathroom mirror, okay?

BRIGHAM "HARVARD" LENNOX

If it wasn't obvious from the name, Harvard is from Utah.

The family farm consists of twenty acres of rolling hills and goats. Just so many goats.

He is the second oldest out of his eight siblings - five brothers and three sisters. He's closest to his sister, Jocelyn who is two years younger than him.

He was a band kid (third trombone). He joined because his fifth grade teacher asked if he would be auditioning for it and he just went yeah, okay.

Also a swimmer on the high school swim team. His best friend at the time asked if he'd be trying out and he just went yeah, okay.

He broke the school record for the backstroke and the butterfly. He's the reason the team made regionals.

This may surprise people, but he has a really amazing singing voice and performed in the spring musical each year. He played both the Beast in Beauty and the Beast (junior year) and Danny from Grease (senior year).

Jocelyn asked him if he'd be putting that shower concert singing to any good use and he just said yeah, okay and he became a theater kid.

The drama/economy teacher told him to put in his college apps to more than just one university, since his parents really wanted him to go to BYU, and he thought just the one application would do.

No one expected Harvard to extend the invitation for him to attend in the fall, least of all Harvard himself. But his grades were all there and he had the stunning recommendations to match, so... to Harvard he went.

He earned a Bachelor in Engineering Sciences.

At the end of term, there were army recruiters just about everywhere within walking distance of campus. Lo and behold, Harvard crossed paths with a Navy recruiter who asked if he ever considered serving his country. He just looked at him and said yeah, okay.

Joining the Navy as an E-4, he served for barely six months before his CO recommended him for officer's school.

Look, people think Harvard is a simple guy. But he's just overly polite and eager to please. He went to Harvard University, after all. And he graduated from the Top Gun program when he was 26. He is very good at what he does.

He doesn't drink. Okay, he let's himself have one drink when he's out with the squad. But he's usually a designated driver.

He dominates at strategy games. Back home, he has a cupboard full of board games that his family almost flat out refuses to play with him because he's just that good. Do not let this man near a Monopoly board.

Absolutely loves chili cheese fries. Even the bad ones they serve in the mess hall. He will literally never turn down a basket of them.

He has a watch collection. All with different purposes (formal events, hiking, first date, etc.). And he usually spends a good chunk of his pay on a new purchase.

His Spotify consists of a lot of musical theater numbers, Dolly Parton, and Nirvana (oddly enough).

˚ ✧ more top gun headcanons ✧ ˚

#top gun headcanons #top gun maverick headcanons #dagger squad headcanons #logan yale lee #brigham harvard lennox #top gun fan fic #my fic

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matchesarelit · 9 months

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Imagine If You Will... (Visser Part 2, Samuel Davenport x reader)

You go to tea with him intending to ask about the meeting but that leaves your mind pretty much immediately.

Warning: Graphic smut, degrading language (lots), choking, drugging, Dub/non-con (the mold is involved once again), character gets ?drugged? ?indoctrinated?, begging, unprotected sex Vibrators, bondage? bdsm? (reader is tied down), preist smut? (glory hole confession booth?), masterbation, rough? man idek im sorry, idk if relevant but like maybe dead dove; do not eat levels??

Part 1

WC:~4.2k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The next forty-eight hours were tedious, from packing the bags at your hotel and checking out, to scouting the streets handing out resumes, and all but begging for jobs to no avail. Yet predictably you found yourself constantly distracted by the temptation of visiting your upstairs neighbor, at first you considered asking for his assistance in unpacking. But No, there was no way you could. He was way above such manual labor. He should be served and serviced as he wishes. WHO ARE YOU to ask him for favors?

wHaT the fuck was that? That thought could not have been yours. What does that even mean?

Shaking your head in an attempt to dissuade the thought you re-settled on the task at hand, dragging the final case, an old trunk you got at a flea market up the stairwell. Inching your way across the stone your skin gained a sheen of sweat, a not to be unexpected side effect of such activity in a musty building such as this one. Your hands, slipping from their grasp on the trunk however was a situation you had not considered or planned for so with an eek you stumbled down the steps before tumbling over the chest and landing on your arse with a thud.

However, you still had your dignity, kind of, truly you had to bribe yourself with a guilty pleasure movie and a well-overdue wank, just to get yourself to stand up and push the crate up the stairs. Finally inching the tunk over the threshold of your apartment, you allowed your knees to buckle as your body collapsed back against the door.

Glaring at the bottle of water sitting high and mighty on the kitchen counter you attempted to lower your heart rate before attempting to stand; shutting out the overwhelming sunlight, you attempted to meditate but upon emptying your mind of everything else you were left with but one thought. It's not your fault if the idea of showing up with a bottle of wine wearing nothing but a robe never went away. Not until you fell out of consciousness at least.

Waking up hours later, warm from the afternoon heat streaming in through the windows, you moved to your kitchen to brew a coffee, standing on aching legs you put your weight on the countertop. Retrieving a short novel and retiring to the comfort of your couch desperate for distraction. what did not help was the plot of the book, however.

"Confessional Love" was an obscenely morally grey novel of erotica, it was, mind you, the only book that wasn't lost, buried deep in the assortment of boxes. The female protagonist; Jocelyn Lovejoy was struggling to find her calling, so in her concern for the future, she fled to the church and found herself nestled into the confession booth. She repented, terrified of the judgment she expected as she reminisced on the deviance of her past, tellings of sexual escapades and encounters. The Priest offered little advice above recommending she devote herself wholly to the lord, at which point the man had stuffed a strained cock through the small window, encouraging her to affirm her commitment to god and to him as her savior. The woman could not hold herself back, immediately her throat engulfed the pertinent member as she began rutting roughly against her own hand. Relishing the grunts traveling through the small window as her own drowned around him, the vibrations pulling a harsh thrust from his hips. Eyes drifting from the page you found yourself placed in the fantasy as the priest pulled back from your mouth, still dazed as he pulled you to your feet by your throat you stumbled and fell to the floor. Looking up through your brows you met his eyes...

Samuel's eyes.

Samuel's face.

Samuel's dick.

Samuel's dick was protruding from his garb red and resolute and all but beckoning you closer as you groveled at his feet. He tugged on himself the rock-hard device splattering drops of his elixir over your face. Leaning forward to lap at the dribbling precum seeping from his cock you blinked yourself back to reality as the images faded from your mind.

You crashed onto your bed, deciding that 6.47 was time enough for sleep. Hoping that the persisting thoughts would fade with a good night's sleep. Sadly however as your eyes closed your dreams took over, coating your eyelids in visions of rutting and railing. The flashes slowed as your mind settled on images of him, Samuel was leaning over you, his hand rummaging roughly through your folds, stretching you open. Ignoring your cries he added more fingers and as his digits are twisted throughout your nethers, his thumb prodding and circling your bud. Your body thrashed below him, unable to break free of his assault on your cunt you found your arms outstretched and bound to the mattress. Similar bounds secured your legs in place and as your grunt of effort fell to his ears he released a chuckle, rescinding his presence from your side.

He ignored your pleas as he stood from the bed and made his way to the door, leaving you squirming as your heartbeat throbbed through your heat in need.

You once again opened your eyes to an empty room, and forced your focus to the door, as expected there was no change from the night before. Except for you, your clothes were gone and your blankets discarded. Slick glazed your nethers, legs, and hips, the breeze from a nearby fan sending a shudder up your spine as it graced your damp skin.

when the sun began to peek past your curtains you finally moved from the bed, settling on a brief shower to refresh and clean yourself up to proceed about your day. You let the flurry of water cool your spirits and soul, knowing deep down it would do nothing to sway the desire that consumed you. You stayed there, relishing in the chill until your fingers pruned and puckered. Taking that as your cue you stepped onto the tile floor, retrieving and donning your towel before inspecting your face in the mirror. The bruise upon your brow bone had turned purple decorating your skin in a way that should have been unsettling, instead, the mark filled you with a type of pride you didn't recognize. You were his at least for a moment, a brief second where he wanted you, needed you around him.

Barely remembering to lock the door, you sped down the hall, you'd convinced yourself you were barely stepping out to get some groceries you found yourself standing at the top of the stairs. You remained there for a time, unable to gain the momentum to step down and begin your descent, raising your foot you began to climb the stairs to his floor. Within moments you stood upon his mat, within the span of a couple of seconds it took to knock on the yellowed paint your mind flashed through a multitude of fantasies of the next few minutes.

After three light raps of your knuckles, you shifted on your feet relaxing your muscles slightly to appear calm and casual. That attempt was doomed as the moment those hazel eyes met your own your knees locked up and you were frozen. It took the gentle touch of his hand that rested itself on your forearm to ignite such a heat that ran through your every nerve and pulled you from the trance.

"Hey, glad you could make it. Come on in, is everything okay?" His tone of concern needed work, it was wholly insincere yet the question put you in a trance regardless. Kaelego had shown Samuel your dreams and visions and urged him to take you for his own within them, to use your own mind against you.

Waving you towards a spot on his couch, he moved towards the kitchen and began making tea. the absence of his arm cloaked you in goosebumps and you itched for its return. Twisting your neck to watch him work from where you sat, he asked about the move and how you were settling in, you couldn't help but watch his frame as you mumbled a generic 'fine, pretty uneventful'. All focus had been pulled from the conversation as you observed him, he was wearing yet another sweater, but this one clung tighter to his torso highlighting the toned muscle beneath. Oh! And his pants... an anything but innocent glance downwards graced your eyes with the shapely cheeks and less than discreet bulge, you clenched your jaw as your mouth watered the images of yesterday's visions flooding your brain. The taut fabric seemed to strain against his stubborn glory.

Clearing your devastatingly empty throat as Samuel came back with the tea, you darted your eyes to examine the books that lay strewn across his coffee table, effigies and temples lay strewn across the pages. Catching his eye as he handed over the mug, you brought the tea to your nose, noting the familiar smell you thoughtlessly sipped the piping-hot concoction. Wincing at the burn you missed the laugh he released as he studied your lips now red hot from the burn. He continued to examine you even after you met his gaze, trailing his focus along every inch of skin available to him, the chosen shirt gave him ample access to study your breasts as well as your skirt leaving most of the length of your legs bare.

Your mouth tingled as the heat faded, gaze locked onto the man sat opposite as his eyes finally rested upon your own. You had barely noted the prolonged silence before he spoke again, "Drink up it's good for you, helps with focus. What do you need to focus on?" his question was pointed as if expecting a specific answer.

Finding a job, "You"

Attempting to get enough to cover rent "Worshiping you"

Devoting myself to my writing"Devoting myself to Kaelego and to you, wholly and without bounds"

You knew this change, you had felt it before, where your throat was stuffed with words that weren't your own, and as recognition flashed through your eyes a wicked grin overtook his features. The familiarity of the smell clicked into place as the memory of the patterned dust in the community room filled your nose. Samuel relished in the underlying terror and confusion tainting your soft smile but the way your form shrunk into the seat darkened his eyes and had him on the edge of his seat.

Reaching across the coffee table, his cup long discarded among the books, a gentle finger pushed the mug to your lips and tilted it until the liquid flooded your mouth. With a rough tug, the mug was ripped from your grasp, the contents spluttering from your mouth as you struggled to swallow, the overflow cascading from your lips, down your neck, and across your chest. Looking down to assess the damage you stood, from the couch gasps interrupted stuttered apologies as you attempted to regain your breath. For a brief moment, your vision went black, head heavy at the sudden movement, you pressed the heel of your palm to your forehead. Samuel had reclined as you choked and now leaned back against the couch hands resting against his hips, legs spread wide as if posed to pull your gaze to his now persistent bulge. Your focus however was harder to garner, you blinked repeatedly yet your eyes blurred every time, your vision growing fuzzy you reached for his knee to steady yourself. You missed and fell to your knees below him, as your consciousness faded you felt your lips perform words that were not your own but were everything you desired. "Take me in any way you want, I exist only to be of use to you, I will do anything to please Kaelego and to pleasure you, Samuel."

The last thing you felt was a knuckle lifting your chin and the gust of air by your ear as his whispered words rang through your ears; "Like you have a choice."

When you awoke a familiar feeling held your wrists in place, spread across the width of the bed as you tugged at the restraints and as the sheet glided against your skin a feeling of vulnerability sent a fever to your gut. Your legs were similarly secured, pulled wide apart as if open and waiting for him, Samuel was nowhere to be seen, but the space smelt of him; wood, iris, and that delectable mold. The thought of it pulsed throughout your mound, the total control it gave to him, and the devotion it graced you with both intoxicating and repulsive. darting your eyes about the space you noted the walls and ceiling, all caked in those same swirls and twists, knowing he had captured you, like a bear to honey, that he wanted to keep you as his, only increased the buzz humming throughout your folds. As your face morphed in pleasure a layer of dried tears and cum fought your muscles, the crust remaining taut on your skin.

Twisting and writhing in place you yearned for any friction, any rough graze or rub as you ground into the mattress. Your breasts shifted as you moved, the skin alight with goosebumps and your nipples painfully hard, at their motion the picture of him gripping and pulling at them as he flooded you with his outpour. Breathing heavily as you continued pulling at your ties, your lungs were left raw and heaving. You would not be able to convince a fence post, however, that you wanted out of your confines, the vulnerability of the situation had you reeling and made you feel more awake than you ever have felt before. It was as if all of your nerves were bare like a single gust of air could set you ablaze with wanton screams and pulses of pleasure. Your enjoyment however was not what Samuel wanted from the bounds, he wanted fear, he wanted to break your spirit and force your submission, so clearly he would have to change his plans.

He touched you before you had a chance to notice him enter the room, a hand trailing from your ankle to your sternum as he held you down, turning your attention to him your attempts to speak came out as incoherent mumblings and moans. His touch was like ice as you burned alive, as he traced his hand grew heavy against you as he began to pull and tug at your flesh.

A whine fell from your lips as he retreated, he stepped back towards his desk and you started to plead as if he had a shred of humanity to reason with. As if you were worth his kindness. "Please Samuel it hurts, I-I can't take it, need to feel you. Want you to fill me up like last time, so full of your cock baby please." For perhaps the first time those words were yours, maybe not entirely, but more so than ever before. There was no way that Samuel was going to let you demand pleasure from him, you didn't deserve his attention and you'd pleasured yourself too much at the thought of him, using his image for your own gratification. No. You were his plaything, his cunt, and tits, and mouth, to defile as he desired. He craved your fear, your confusion, your suffering. You needed to be put in your place; weak and helpless against his intentions, but desperate to please nonetheless. So as he ignored your mewlings he returned to the bed; standing tall at the foot of the mattress, knuckles white as he throttled the shaft of a toy, his other hand forcing your knees down onto the comforter. You muttered thanks at his presence, yet at your words he stabbed the toy into your sex, vibrating aggressively the device set your nerves alight and pulled tears from your eyes. He forced the silicone between your folds time and time again he leaned over your crotch watching your muscles contract from pain.

"Look at you, a pathetic whore begging to be used. Your pleasure means nothing, you are here for me to torture as I see fit. If you survive it is because I spared you. If I want to use you at any time I will. I will fuck you while you scream in pain for mercy begging me to let you go." His eyes linger on your own as he speaks as if to convey his honesty. The pain never left, merely mingling with the beginning of pleasure, his presence alone adding a sweetness to the violent penetration of your threshold. As the inches of rubber started to jab against your cervix your folds greedily inhaled the presence as you yearned for more while the stir in your guts twisted to a peak throwing your muscles into rabid spasm away from the mattress and against your bounds. The now dulling pleasure was accentuated by the remaining soreness that sheathed your body like a straight jacket leaving you still and shivering under him.

You are soon left empty as the device was drawn out at a miserably slow pace, a single digit soon took its place; dipping into your layers and scooping some of your wetness. As he continues the slick-covered digit trails across your breasts, he's now above you on all fours. "tsk tsk, is there anything I could say that wouldn't turn you on slut? what if I said I was going to keep you here, coated in my dried cum, your only purpose to be used by me, fucked as you cry and bleed, as I rip open your tight little holes?" Unable to ignore the pulse his threat sent to your nethers, moans leapt from your chest, this seemed to only anger the man above you as the briefly forgotten toy was thrust deep into your throat, "That'll shut you up, my little fleshlight, can't sob for more with your mouth full can you?" gargled words were trapped in your esophagus as your body strained, hips and shoulders flying from the sheets to meet his own, the still vibrating silicone causing drool to pour from the sides of your mouth to the bedsheets below.

Most of his weight resting on the hand still wrapped around your throat, his knee was free to provoke your slick, the harsh fabric of his pants giving a delicious rub against your sensitive skin as your hips continued to swivel and rut. He pushed the length further past your lips, ignoring your gags as your tongue remained useless trapped between the bottom of your mouth and the unforgiving plastic.

His hand dragged the toy from your mouth when your movements grow slow and your eyes glaze over, discarding it by your side as his hand smeared your spit and cum over your cheeks as you coughed. Pressing your skull to the side his palm crushed your bruised cheekbone, the strain of your neck nothing in comparison to the burn of your lungs, yet even that faded from your thoughts as his other hand reached for his fly, his body weight resting on your face as he pulled his knee from betwixt your legs. Samuel adored how pitiful you looked as you lay crushed by him, but what he adored more was the glistening patch of slick that drenched the fabric over his knee, not to mention the way your cunt kept leaking even now, staining a large area of his dark sheets.

"Thinking about fucking this sopping mess of a pussy but I can't help but wonder how many men you've let plow this slit since the last time. A whore like you probably takes what? Two a day? Do you beg them to fuck you? Let them use you like I did?" Your enthused denial was smothered by the sheets and the constant struggle for breath. "What?" his tone mocked you a smug smile tugging at his lips "Is my pet fucked out? Haven't even given you my fingers and you're mumbling like a pathetic mess. Who am I kidding? I bet you couldn't get me out of your mind" His hand shifted back to grip your throat, forcing you to look up at him, his eyes were dark looking over the smudges of makeup and juices that coated your face. "So pretty baby, I've already made a mess of you haven't I? Gonna look even better with me stretching your hole wide fucking open. You'd like that wouldn't you, you fucking cockslut? Never get your fill will you, you hungry bitch?"

Your eyes watered as you clenched around nothing at his indecency, the lack of air in your lungs again sending your already hazy mind into oblivion. Ahead of you getting a moment to respond, Samuel speared his prick far into your depths, vision going black as a hearty groan rumbled from his chest. He ground against you as he settled inside you, meeting your eyes once more he raised a brow at the look on your face. Tightening his hand around your neck he slowly slipped out of you, the sight of his violator cloaked in your pleasure shimmering in the setting sun had you rambling in strained syllables in a failed attempt to beg for more.

His return was violent as Samuel crammed his thickness impossibly further into you, setting an obscene pace his hips snapped against yours, receding barely two inches before delving back up to the base of his pelvis. Pummeling into you relentlessly, a gleen of sweat developed between the two of you as he throbbed in your core. "Tight as ever my insatiable little cocksleeve, you don't deserve my dick, so worthless. I should have fucked more than your mouth while you were out cold, should have stuffed you full." His vulgar words elicited a dangerous heat from every nerve in your body and you bucked up towards him, wholly corrupted by the pleasure he was bringing you.

As he continued to burrow himself inside of you his pace grew ravenous, the hand that sat on your throat now by the side of your head supporting the man above you. The perversion lacing his words tightened the knot in your stomach, as images of him driving his monstrous cock into you as you slept using you as the piece of meat you are, filled your mind. "Yes, Samuel. Thank you, Samuel. I am truly unworthy of your divinity, I don't deserve to take you so fully. I am humbly at your service nothing is too much to ask."

His relentless assault on your mound drove you once again to violent orgasm as the building aggression of his movements only confirmed your worthlessness, you were nothing against his power, simply a means to his end. His pace stuttered only momentarily at your cunt choking his length, before resuming his severe speed as he dropped his hands to grope the meat of your chest. Samuel tugged and mashed your flesh all the while using the same hands to hold himself up, the fire in your loins reared its head again, the pressure against your chest just another arousing ache. Quickly building to your third you tried your best to relax avoiding his predatory gaze in an effort to prolong the tension in your gut. His sac throbbed with every thrust, begging for release as it brushed your arse time and time again. The sensitive skin of his balls electrified his joints and pushed a chain of grunts past his lips, "Finally got you trained gonna take it as long as I want you to, aren't you? When I'm done emptying my balls in your gaping holes, I'm going to split you open on three plastic cocks at once and watch you struggle. Making me harder just thinking about you all helpless, cumming over and over as you seize in pain." A ragged growl interrupted his threats briefly before he spat out "Is that getting you off you miserable whore? god, you're so fucking desperate, don't wanna be though do you? Wanna cry for help? Beg to be free? You can't. Your body won't let you. Will it? Your body" thrust "NEEDS" thrust "MY" thrust "COCK" thrust. Hitting that special spot inside of you one final time the two of you came undone together, his rush coating your walls as your clenching pussy drained his balls.

Your vision came in-between flashes of black, he drew back from you, standing back at the end of the bed, eyes leering at your undercarriage, head tilted to the side, a rancidly cocky look in his eye. As everything went black and you fell from consciousness, your focus refused to stray from the feeling of his cum dripping from your abused hole.

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