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joeybsversion · 9 months

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Strangers

Joe Burrow x Reader

You and Joe try to work things out

“Dear Me,” you scribbled into your journal, humming along to the soft music at the coffee shop. “He’s leaving for the NFL, you still have one more year of college. Let him go. He will find bigger and better things than you. Let him find a nice girl he can bring to games. There will be someone he can be happy with. Yes, he’s sweet, and caring, and handsome, but he is also grown up.” You set your pen down, taking a sip of your coffee, hoping it would help the lump in your throat disappear.

The door of the coffee shop quietly swung open. You glanced up, as you always did out of curiosity. You know what they say, curiosity kills the cat. At that exact moment, you were the cat. Joe walked in, with confidence, in a jacket you had gotten him a few months ago. He smiled at strangers around him, and then gave you the same smile. That’s when you realized, you were now a stranger to him.

You quickly flung the front cover of your leather journal shut, stuffed your pen into your purse, and did anything to make yourself look busy. Two hands quickly met the top of the table you were sitting at.

“Hey.” Joe cleared his throat.

“Oh, hey.” You looked down, doing your best to make sure he couldn’t see the tears that had formed in your eyes as you wrote about him just moments earlier.

“Writing?” He asked, pulling out the chair across from you and taking a seat.

“Studying.” You lied.

You sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. Both of you searching for the right words to say. You hadn’t seen Joe in nearly 3 months now. And it had been some of the most emotionally draining 3 months of your life. Neither of you really officially ended things, but you both knew. “Goodbye.” “I love you.” “I’m sorry.” “Good luck.”

“Can we talk?” Joe croaked out.

“I don’t think there’s really much to say.”

“I’m sorry.” He reached over and grabbed your hands. “Please, just give me a minute. I need closure.”

You hated that word. Somewhere in the back of your brain, you hoped he would promise you a future and things would go back to the way they were. But here he was, confirming that things were officially over.

“It’s been 76 days. I’ve spent every single one thinking about you.” He brushed his thumb across the top of your hand as he spoke. “I thought I knew what I wanted. Becoming an NFL quarterback. Being the most popular, most liked person in the room. I thought those things would make me happy. And they did….temporarily. But you,” he paused, clearing his throat, “You’re the only thing that could make me happy forever.”

You choked out a little half laugh, half sob. “Please don’t say stuff like that. We both know it’s not true.” You shook your head.

“Please don’t play the victim and act like I’m the bad guy.” Joe scoffed, the tone in his voice quickly changing. “Don’t forget, you’re the one that said things weren’t going to work.”

“What was I supposed to say when you said you were leaving?” You pulled your hands away from his. “Don’t leave? I love you?” You questioned.

He shrugged and let out a frustrated breath. “I don’t know. Okay? But I thought you’d say something.”

“I’m sorry.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, the anger in his voice was making you nervous.

“Do you want to try again?” He asks barely loud enough for you to hear him.

You can’t answer, your throat is too thick with emotion.

“If you want me to beg, I will. If you want me to jump through flaming hoops, then bring them on. I’ll spend every waking hour I have until I have to report to training camp proving to you how badly I want you.” He looked away, blinking back a few tears.

You felt your own lips start to tremble. His words are painful and beautiful at the same time.

“Every word is the truth. I want you back. I can’t imagine starting this new journey without you.” He said. “I fucked up letting you go. I still love you.”

You swallow a sip of coffee, hoping the caffeine will fill you with the right words to say. “Even though I have another year of College left?”

He smiles. “My rookie year is going to be chaotic, and busy. It’ll be better for both of us if you’re busy too, dontcha think?”

He makes a fair point.

“We can make it work. I know we can. The question is, do you want to try again?” He pauses. “Do you want me?”

You can see the fear that you might reject him in his eyes. His hands are trembling on the table. His breathes are shallow and quick. The one thing he is confident about though, is wanting to make things work with you.

“I want you.”

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shellyballas · 10 months

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BEG FOR IT ~ James Potter enemies to lovers smut

She watched him as he ran his hands through his dark waves. He was everywhere. She couldn’t get away from him. Everywhere she went he seemed to go. Teasing her, annoying her. Anything to get on her nerves.

James Potter had been her sworn enemy since their third year of school. Lorelei had transferred from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts when she was 13. James has always been the golden boy. Top of every class, every teaches favourite. However all that changes when Lorelei beat his score in their first DADA test at the beginning of that year.

*flashback*

Lorelei sat nervously as her professor went round handing back their parchment. Professor Cosgrove was known for never grading anybody higher than 90%. He said he didn’t believe in it.

The only person who had ever gotten above 90 was the one and only James Potter.

“Nigel Morrison not bad. Hetty Periford could have been better researched” professor Cosgrove droned on.

“James Potter, we’ll done”.

James stared down at the 88% at the top of his parchment an felt pretty chuffed.

“Sirius, Oi Padfoot” James poked his friend “how did you do?”

Sirius pointed to the 76 on his parchment and rolled his eyes. James then proceeded to show off his score while smiling at his disgruntled friend.

“Lorelei Armstrong” the professor paused to look at her “excellent dear”

Lorelei smiled when she saw her results and then thanked the professor. This caught James’s attention.

When class had ended he sauntered over to Lorelei and smiled his most charming smile. James had noticed her before, how could he not. She was funny and charismatic and extremely good looking with her long dark curls and big dark eyes and had quickly become known as the years “most desirable” which was a highly sought after title.

However as it was still only the first week James had never spoken to her directly. He introduced himself and she told her friend she’d catch up with them later.

“Professor Cosgrove is brutal for giving essays the first week back” he said smiling as he tilting his head to the side.

Lorelei smiled “yes he does seem like quite a disagreeable man”

“You mean he’s a huge ass” correct James.

She laughed and the both started to walk back to the Griffindor common room.

“So how did you do” James asked finally able to get the answer to Lorelei’s smile as she saw her score “He insists on never giving anyone over 90 so don’t worry about never getting one”

“Well he must have felt extra generous when he graded my essay because he gave me a 94.”

James was shocked. Nobody else had ever beaten him before let alone gotten 94. His expression turned sour.

“We’ll like you said he was probably just being nice”

Lorelei’s face harden. She was surprised by his sudden change in demeanour. Prick she thought. She turned to him.

“Why, is it so impossible that I got a good grade on my own merit?”

James was furious at her. Unreasonably, yes but that didn’t stop him. He knew it wasn’t her fault but James was not used to being challenged.

He tried to think of something to say. Anything.

“Your skirt is to short” he replied and then sauntered away.

Later, after he had cooled off James realised how poorly he had acted and made up his mind to apologise.

The next day James was in a great mood. He had a certain sort of spring in his step. His hair was falling in his signature effortlessly perfect sort of way. He strolled down to the main hall for breakfast and seated himself between Sirius and Remus. As they all chatted about quidditch and upcoming tests his eye was caught by a certain gorgeous brunette as she laughed entering the great hall. James thought she looked quite beautiful when she laughed.

“Whatcha staring at Prongs?” Asked Remus as he saw that James was no longer paying attention.

Sirius laughed “only James’s new best friend”

James had told Sirius about his encounter with Lorelei in their shared dormitory.

James then told Remus and he sighed.

“I’m sure many boys will be delighted that the famous James Potter as fallen into her bad books. Might give them a fighting chance” Sirius teased.

James swatted his arm and told him to shut up but the thought of it made him feel uneasy. As if on queue, Fredrick Handstead approached Lorelei where she sat. This was very displeasing to James. Fred was a Slytherin who played against James in quidditch which often resulted in fights between the two.

James watched the interaction carefully and found his fist clenching as she giggled at something he said.

“Cheer up Prongs” said Remus “I’m sure if you flick your hair at her she’ll hardly be able to resist you!”

On the other side of the Griffindor table, Lorelei smiled as Fred Handstead walked back to the Slytherin table.

“He sooo likes you!” Giggled Scarlett

“We’ll of course he does, he asked her on a date idiot!” Laughed Sylvie.

Sylvie was Lorelei’s favourite person at Hogwarts so far. She was smart and witty and had all the qualities she valued in a person.

“It’s just coffee” she replied “besides it’s my first week here, I’m not putting all my eggs in one basket.”

“Why, you got your eye on someone? Could it possibly be a certain Mr Potter who’s eyes haven’t left you all morning?”

Lorelei looked over to where James and his friends were sitting. He promptly looked away and pretended to be looking at the ceiling.

“After our encounter yesterday I’m pretty sure he’d rather eat slugs”

After James had sauntered off, Lorelei has stormed up to her dorm. There she told Sylvie and Scarlett all that had happened. They both found it hilarious and applauded her for sticking up for herself instead of dropping to her knees and sucking him off like a lot of other girls would.

“You don’t want him then send him this way” said Scarlett. It was no secret that she and many other girls would swoon if James so much as smiled at them. He was a complete womaniser.

The girls laughed and finished eating then made their way to their first class. Unfortunately for Lorelei, it was one of the many she shared with James.

As the three boys entered the classroom James muttered something about saving him a seat and headed straight for Lorelei.

“Hi” James mentally smacked himself. Could he have not thought of something more interesting to say!

Lorelei glanced to Sylvie who smirked and excused herself to join their other friends. Lorelei turned to James and smiled sweetly.

“Well look who it is! Merlin himself” she mocked “come to see if I need help finding a seat since I can’t do anything without someone being nice to me? Maybe you want to put in a good word to the professor for me, huh, make sure she’s nice to me too?”

James was taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered. He smirked at her.

“Just making sure you didn’t trip over something with your nose so high in the air”

Lorelei was furious. She didn’t understand why he was so obnoxious.

“Well I don’t have as much practice as you but I think I’ll manage”

And with that, she turned on her heal and strutted over to her friends. James watched her leave slightly stunned. And then he realised he skirt was even shorter than yesterday.

*end of flashback*

Ever since then, Lorelei and James were bitter rivals. Each trying to outdo the other. Which brought them to their 6th year.

It was a beautiful sunny day and most of the school were outside soaking up the sun. However Lorelei and Sylvie were up in their dorm room. Sylvie was helping Lorelei get ready for a date with Charles Everdeen. Lorelei was wearing a gorgeous white summer dress that complimented her curves nicely she was applying the finishing touches to her makeup when Sylvie told he to hurry up or she would be late.

With promises to tell her everything, Lorelei hugged Sylvie and left to meet Charles. This was to be their first date and they had arranged to meet at a previously agreed location.

She waited.

10 minutes late. Lorelei started to worry.

15 minutes late.

20 minutes late.

Finally 40 minutes later, a dejected looking Charles came round the corner. Lorelei was discussed. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for his explanation.

“Lorelei I …” Charles trailed off with a troubled expression on his face. “I … I don’t think we should do this I mean the timing is off and we have to prioritise our study this year and I really don’t think this is the right time for either of us” Charles spoke fast as if he was scared that he might be shot.

Lorelei raised her eyebrows. She was furious. Not at poor Charles who looked like he had seen a ghost but at someone else entirely.

“Charles”

“Yes” he almost whispered

“Did James say something to you?”

“James umm … no uhh why would you think that … I”

“Charles” Lorelei warned. She looked at him with a look she had perfected that made the person on the receiving end shiver.

“Fine” sighed Charles “ he said that if I took you on this date then he would hang me from the astronomy tower by my underwear”

Lorelei was fuming.

“Charles, why don’t you go and have a lie down”

The poor boy looked like he was about to pass out.

Charles nodded and scurried away. Lorelei turned and stormed to where she knew she would find him.

The late September sun shone down on the marauders as they lounged under their favourite tree.

Remus was reading while Sirius and James talked about the upcoming quidditch match against Huffelpuff. Quidditch never interested Remus much. James was releasing and catching a snitch he had stolen over and over as he talked.

“Say James” said Sirius suddenly “have you interfered in a certain lovely ladies life recently?”

James looked at him confused.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because Lorelei is charging over here with a look on her face that would scare “you know who””

James turned just in time to see Lorelei storming toward him.

“You evil loathsome obnoxious but faced miscreant!”

Lorelie came to a stop in front of James and glared down at him. James sat up and fainted a look of surprise.

“Me? But faced? Is this true Sirius?”

Sirius was to busy trying not to find himself on the receiving end of Lorelei death stare to answer.

“Every single time James! EVERY TIME! What makes you think you have the right to deter, to sabotage every single one of my dates”

“I don’t know what your talking about”

“JAMES”

“He probably just realised what an insufferable lunatic you are and had second thoughts”

“Do you have me so much you are hell bent on destroying my life!” Raged Lorelei

I was the same old routine. Someone would finally have the courage to ask her out (most people were terrified of what James would do to them) and then at the last minute he would scare them or threaten them and she end up here screaming at him.

“I’m just doing them a favour sweetheart. Saving them from you”

“Aghhhhhhh”

Lorelei, seeing this conversation was going nowhere stopped off hoping to walk off her rage.

The Griffindor Christmas party was the most exclusive, out of control party of the year. The quidditch team hosted in the room of requirements and invitations were few and far between.

Lorelei and Sylvie were lucky and were now almost expected at these parties thanks to their party girl reputations, good looks and the fact that one member of the team or another we’re always trying to get in their pants.

Lorelei and Sylvie were late. But then again, they were always late to parties. Sylvie was wearing a tiny black dress while Lorelei was wearing a matching red one. With their contrasting appearance, Lorelei’s dark curls and eyes and Sylvie’s blue eyes and blond hair, they were a sight for sore eyes.

Lorelei finished painting her nails red, preformed a quick fast drying charm and they were on their way.

James was drunk, very drunk. And having a wonderful time. Captain of the quidditch team and having just beaten Slytherin in a very important match it would be fair to say James was on top of the world.

Some pretty Ravenclaw was sat on his lap talking about something he didn’t care about when he saw her.

Taking a shot from the floating drink trays she downed it in one and went for another. James was bewitched. He couldn’t look away.

Sirius saw his friend expression and rolled his eyes “just shoot your shot already”

“Huh”

“You’ve been pining after her for years” exclaimed sirius exasperated.

“Don’t know what your talking about”

Sirius rolled his eyes again and went back to making out with whatever girl he was seeing at the moment.

The more hours passed the drunker everyone got. Lorelei found herself on the dance floor as she did at most parties shaking and swaying her hips to the music

She felt someone press up against her back and saw Colin Jenkins behind her. He was hot so she let him grab her hips and dance with her.

From across the room James Potters great mood had been ruined by the sight I front of him. He was gripping his class so tightly it was a miracle it didn’t shatter in his hand.

Suddenly something inside of him snapped. He downed his drink and sauntered towards Lorelei.

Lorelei suddenly felt a hand enclose her wrist.

“Hey”

“Hey Colin can I borrow Lorelei here for a moment, I can, great thanks”

And with that he dragged her off the dance floor and over to a dark candle lit corner of the room.

“What the fuck James”

Lorelei was fuming. James admired her appearance for a moment. A wave of confidence had washed over him.

“Did you enjoy the match today”

“WHAT! You drag me away to ask me if I enjoyed the match! Oh my god Potter you are the most infuriating person I have ever met!”

Lorelei scowled up at him, furious that he had dragged her away.

James smirked “oh yeah”

“You can’t seriously or proud of that”

The pair were standing so close to each other that James could practically taste her perfume.

“You think your gods gift don’t you” Lorelei poked James’s chest with her finger as he towered over her.

“But you are nothing more thank a stuck up ass wipe”

“Is that so”

“Yes, yes it is so”

“Tell me more”

“You James Potter are a good for nothing toe rag”

Poke

“Who struts around acting like your a god …”

Poke

“…damn…”

Poke

“…saint!”

James suddenly grabbed her waist pulling her close.

“You know what I think” he said softly.

Lorelei was to stunned to speak. All she could do was state into his oh so gorgeous eyes.

“I think you look amazing in this dress”

James slid his hand up Lorelei’s back and toyed with one of the straps on her shoulder. His touch made her shiver as the hand she had on his chest began to clutch his shirt.

Her breathing quickened and she was sure he could heel how fast her heart was beating as he stared thoughtfully at her strap.

“You know what else I think?”

Lorelei could no nothing but wait for his response, entranced but the man in front of her. His hair messy, eyes so dark she felt as if they could see into her soul.

“I think it would look even better off”

Grabbing her jaw with one hand James slammed his lips onto Lorelei’s. The kiss was forceful, it was messy, it was pure lust.

James reached behind her and snapped her strap against her back. Lorelei moaned granting his tongue access to her mouth.

Lorelei ran her hands through his thick hair and James moved his lips to her jaw, peppering kisses down her neck.

Suddenly James pulled away. He admired the sight in front of him. Her swollen lips, her lust filled eyes, all for him.

He bend down and whisper in her ear.

“Let’s get out of here”

All Lorelei could do was nod as James grabbed her hand and dragged he up to his dorm room. As soon as the door closed behind her, Lorelei was pushed against it. James’s hands found home on her hips as he kissed her as if she was oxygen and he was struggling to breath.

All of a sudden, Lorelei spun free of his right grip and turned so James had his back against the door. She needed to regain control.

Slowly she dropped to her knees in front of him. She smirked up at him as she began to undo his jeans.

James’s had never seen a more perfect sight. Her eyes wide and dark peering up at him through her thick lashes, all for him.

Slowly Lorelei started to palm his length. James let out a low grown. Spurred on by his reaction, she licked a strip up his length and began to take him in her mouth.

“Fuck darling” James moaned “so fucking perfect”

Lorelei started to bob her head up and down extracting more praise from the man in front of her.

“Taking me so well sweetheart”

“Such a good little slut for me”

James then grabbed her chin and pulled her to her feat.

“As heavenly as that mouth of yours feels” murmured James “I think if I don’t get you on that bed I might loose my mind”

James’s lips found hers as he walked her backwards. James spun her around and started to kiss her neck as he’s slowly unzipped her dress.

James felt as if all his Christmas’s had come at once. As the satin dress slipped from her body revealing he black lingerie, James had never been so turned on in his entire life.

He gently lay he down on his bed. He then reached between her breasts and snapped her bra off.

“Hey!” Whined Lorelei “that was one of my favourites”

James smiled as he kissed her.

“I’ll buy you 10 more”

Lorelei then began to unbutton his shirt and when that had been discarded James crawled down and began to slide her panties off. Once she was complete bare under him, he slipped two fingers into her mouth.

“Suck” he commanded

Lorelei did as he was told. He then removed his fingers with a satisfying pop and began to trail them down her body stopping just above where she needed him most.

Lorelei whined beneath him.

“Tell me what you want”

“James” she whined

“I want to hear you say it” James taunted “want to hear you beg for it”

“Please”

“You can do better than that”

“Please touch me James please I’ll be so good I promise”

James smiled above her. He then insirted his long digits into her.

“Well since you asked so nicely”

Lorelei was a mess. A hot moaning mess. And James loved it. He loved the way her face contorted in pleasure. He loves the sweet sounds that fell from her lips. He loved the way she arched her back.

“So wet for me” he cooed

Lorelei could fell her high approaching. Just as she was about to cum, James removed his fingers much to Lorelei’s dismay. She whined at the loss of contact.

“Say it. Say your all mine and mine only, no one else’s”

“I’m all yours James, all yours”

Satisfied with her response he began to pleasure her again. Soon Lorelei was cumming. She threw her head back as the pleasure washed over her.

James then brought her fingers to her mouth, demanding she suck again. He watched her. Obsessed. He was obsessed with her mouth, her hips, her breasts, everything.

James then lined himself up with her entrance and slowly began to pushh into her.

“Fuck doll, so tight”

Once he had bottomed out he stoped moving. Lorelei protested.

“Tell me what you want doll”

“Want you to fuck me”

And with that, James started pounding into her. He was relentless, like a man possessed. Profanities left both their lips as they chased their high. The sound on skin slapping skin mixed with their moans filled the room.

Soon James’s thrusts became sloppy.

“I’m so close” moaned Lorelei

“Cum for me darling”

And she did, triggering his release. James rode out their high and then collapsed beside her wrapped one arm around her and pulling her close.

They both lay there for a moment just processing what had just happened. Then James looked over at Lorelei with a mischievous look in his eye.

“You look a bit sweaty Armstrong, you should probably have a shower”

Lorelei just laughed and swatted his arm as he scooped her up and carried her to the shower.

“This is never happened again Potter so don’t get used to it”

“Sure sure”

“I’m serious”

“Of course you are”

#enemies to lovers smut #james potter #academic rivals #enemies to lovers #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #marauders #smut

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cwritesforfun · 6 months

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Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader: One Bed One Heart

Prompts: "Person A cannot believe Person B is actually scared after watching a horror movie." & "Reader/Character can't sleep, but heard that cuddling with a loved one makes it easier to fall asleep"

prompts from @imagining-in-the-margins - thx!

Y/N - Your Name & I Do NOT Own the Criminal Minds characters**

Spencer's POV

To say I have a crush on Y/N is an understatement. I genuinely think I am in love with her. She's like the perfect girl - the perfect balance of talkative, passionate, quiet, understanding, intelligent, driven, beautiful, and witty. She's drawn me into her life and made me want to learn every possible thing about her. Penelope and Derek know about my crush, so basically everyone on the team, but Y/N knows.

I spent the plane reading next to Y/N who napped on my shoulder, and then we were squished in the back seat of the SUV together. She joined the team one year ago and because she’s only 1 year older than me, we tend to gravitate toward each other and have a lot in common. I spend time with her in most cases because she’s great with other authority figures and piecing things together with the police or victims. I don’t mind spending time together one bit especially because JJ is usually occupied and it gets lonely at the station.

We just arrived at the hotel because we all needed to change before heading out to the police station and the homicide site. We were recommended to be ready to run and blend in. Hotch passed out the keys and told me that I was sharing with Y/N because Derek is slightly contagious with some sort of flu. My opinion is that Derek shouldn’t be on the case, but he’s at the end of his flu. He will be masked up for the first day or until Hotch approves it.

As I tie my shoes in the room with ONE BED, I almost combust from nervous energy. 1, I have to share a room with Y/N. 2, I have to share a bed with Y/N. This trip is shaking my world up too much right now.

Y/N exclaims, "So, are you excited to be in Columbus, Ohio?" I answer, "Not really since it’s for work, I wish we were here for fun. Did you know the Columbus Museum of Art has The Mediterranean by Monet and Picasso's Still Life with Compote and Glass?" She answers, "I did not know that. Did you know that the Columbus Aquarium can fit 90,000 gallons of water?" I answer, "I did and they have a 76-year-old Aldabra tortoise there." She replies, "That's amazing."

We continue to talk to the cars.

Y/N's POV... 1st Night in Ohio

We just got back from working on the case and I'm so tired. I just got out of the shower and Spencer is standing near his suitcase.

I exclaim, "You know I don't mind you sleeping in the same bed as me, right? I don't know how you and Morgan decided who got the bed, but we can share. We're both pretty small and can fit." He laughs and says, "Morgan always put me on the couch, so I appreciate this." I laugh and say, "Imagine sharing with Prentiss and JJ. It was the ultimate sleepover every night, but it simultaneously made me crave my own bed even more. I want and need alone time sometimes.” He lays down, laughs, and says, "That is completely understandable."

We talk for a bit and we go to bed when we both yawn.

Next morning...

I stand next to Morgan and sip the coffee that Spencer just handed me before he went off with Prentiss to cross-check their notes. Morgan asks, "So you and Reid, eh?" I ask, "What about it?" He answers, "He's been watching you a lot this morning like more than usual. He made you coffee the way you like it. You two seem happy and we're on a case, so something has to be off." I ask, "So people aren't allowed to be happy?" He answers, "Yeah they are, but not on a homicide case." I wait for him to put his cup of water to his lips before I say, "We slept together." That causes Morgan to choke on his water and start coughing. Hotch asks, "Everything okay, Morgan?" Morgan answers, "Yes. Water just went down the wrong pipe." Hotch replies, "Morgan and Y/N, behave and get ready to check out the first site. You head out in 5." I'm never picked for checking out the sites. According to Hotch after a month of working with the BAU, my skills lie in working with authority figures or victims' families because I seem in charge and also empathetic. Hotch either trusts me a lot today or just needs to get rid of me. THAT NIGHT

We just got back to the hotel and I'm so damn tired. I hear my name and see Hotch. I walk over and say, "Yes sir? You called my name." He exclaims, "I just wanted to talk with you about today before you went to bed." I nod and he continues talking, "I don't know what you did with Reid and Morgan today. But, they were on top of everything whenever they were with you and we made huge progress on this case, so thank you. I have no idea what gave you that productive push today, but it was great to see… When you joined the team and throughout this year, I know you’ve asked me a lot about how you can get closer to the team and how you can be the best agent you can. I know being a part of this team, you feel like you have to make sure everyone is okay and that they are okay at all times. But it’s okay to not solve other’s issues for them. I also don't want you to neglect how you feel to try to fix them. I see you downing coffee in the mornings and holding back in conversations with us recently. Everyone on the team likes having you on the team, so it’s okay to just be yourself and to open up to someone you are comfortable with. I know it can be hard to open up to others and to be your authentic self, but I just want you to be okay. I also have to ask, are you okay?" I answer, "I am okay. Frankly, sir, I thought you were going to reprimand me for how I acted today. I got Reid talkative and filled with coffee, and then I caused chaos at the police station with Morgan. I felt horrible with how I acted today." He replies, "You and Morgan were loud, but it was not chaotic. Reid was talkative, but I've seen him talk a lot more. It was manageable. Neither acted unprofessionally, so no I don’t mind how they acted. You acted professionally and were a hard worker today. I have nothing about your work ethic to complain about.” I reply, “Okay. Well then thank you for checking on me and I will try opening up to someone on the team.” He half smiles and says, “Good then that’s where I’ll leave you for tonight. It looks like Reid is waiting for you by the elevator.” I nod and tell him good night.

I make my way to Reid and say, “Thanks for waiting for me.” Reid says, “Yeah of course. I didn’t want you to have to walk to the room alone, especially after an intense conversation. I know conversations with Hotch can make me feel overwhelmed, I don't know about you. There is also a serial killer on the loose targeting young women. Enough about that, is everything okay?”

We get in the elevator and I answer, “Yeah Hotch was just worried about me. He said that for me to be the best I can be and improve my job, I should trust the team more and be myself. I know I should, I just get scared sometimes. He also said that today was very productive and I was on top of my work." He replies, "You were... if you ever need to talk to anyone, feel free to talk to me. I'm here for you, if you ever need anything." I reply, "Thank you, Spencer."

TIME SKIP... END OF THE CASE - Spencer's POV

Team Dinner has been something that I either dread or love. We've been out all together for 2 hours and I'm tired. Morgan, Emily, and JJ are going out after this. They're trying to convince everyone else to go out too. Another reason that Y/N is my dream girl. She does not want to go out tonight with the rest of the team to drink.

After dinner, we decided to come back to the hotel and watch a movie. She said there were Halloween movies on Freeform every night until Halloween this October. We both shower, change into pajamas and turn on the hotel tv. The first movie is Hocus Pocus, which is very fun. We switch around station to find another movie and we find some horror movie.

As we watch the horror movie, Y/N cuddles into my side, which I don't mind. I actually really like it. I feel like I'm keeping her safe. I exclaim, "I'm personally shocked you find this movie scary." She jokingly hits my arm and says "Well I am. I don't like the reality of it. I prefer horror movies that feel like they wouldn't happen. We see real-life horrors during work and it makes you look at movies differently." I nod, and reply "I can turn it off, you know?" She answers, "But I know you love Halloween and I don't want you to miss out on the movie. I can tell how into it you are, so we can watch until the end." I smile and say, "Okay, only if you keep cuddling with me." She smiles and I pull her closer.

When the movie finishes, I see that Y/N fell asleep. I flick off the lights and lie there thinking. Honestly, the ending of that was a little sad. The main character's love interest survived the whole movie only to die by natural causes a week after the story was resolved. I know I haven't told Y/N about my feelings for her, but what if she were to die? What if I never tell her? I have to now.

I feel her move on my chest and she moves off my chest to her pillow. I whisper, "Could we cuddle tonight?" She whispers, "Oh I thought you would get too uncomfortable." I whisper, "No I was fine. Besides, Did you know that the heart rhythms of co-sleeping individuals not only do independent heart rhythms appear in the same relative phase for prolonged periods, but also that their occurrence has a bidirectional causal relationship?" She moves off of me and asks, "Spencer, it's way too late. I have no idea what any of that means. What are you trying to say? I answer, "I ... uh I was trying to say that when people sleep in the same bed, their heart beats sync up. So... kind of like this one bed has one heartbeat... The end of the movie kind of made me sad and I feel safe around you. So I thought if we cuddled, I would feel safe and my heart would feel as calm as yours to sleep." She replies, "I see. Then before I lay down to cuddle, are you in a comfortable position?" I answer, "Yeah I am." She then lays down and I wrap my arm around her. We soon both fall asleep.

Sources (it's a Spencer fic... yeah there are sources):

https://www.columbuszoo.org/animals/aldabra-tortoise

#mentioningmargins #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid #criminal minds imagines #criminal minds spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fluff

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The One With Royal's Old Firebird: Part 4 (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: At last, the Firebird is unveiled in all it's glory

Warnings: SMUT (minors are not allowed!!!!!!)

Tagging: @floydsmuse @floydsglasses @attapullman @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia @withahappyrefrain @callmemana @delopsia @lewmagoo @kmc1989 @cowboybarbie @sorchathered

"Alright now what the fuck did you little fuck-monkey's do now?" Royal questioned as he followed Rhett towards the garage.

"Nothin Dad, I swear," Rhett told him, trying to hid his laughter.

Up the gravel walk they went, when the sound of a motor starting in the garage reached their ears along with the rev of an engine. Royal's jaw dropped halfway to the ground when he saw that black '76 Firebird pulling out of the garage and into the morning sun, the golden screaming eagle emblazoned on the front while the black body gleamed in the bright sun.

"HOLY SHIT!!!" Royal laughed. "Ya'll didn't!! Ya'll fuckin didn't!!"

"Oh we did," Rhett told him, unable to hide the shit eating grin on his face.

Kayce, Rip, John and all the rest pulled it up into the turn-around spot in the driveway so Royal could get a good look at it. "Remember that one night you, me and the rest of us idiots pulled out of the parking lot at The Handsome Gambler in this thing and we were all moonin Wayne?" John chuckled.

"Oh God, screamin at him like we were all hot shit too," Royal laughed.

John, Rhett, Rip and Kayce all piled in with Royal, the new car smell still heavy in the seats. "Guess what I dug up too?" John said, handing him the small cassette tape.

"You didn't."

"Oh I fuckin did," John said with a wry grin.

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You and Cece were both finishing up the dishes from breakfast, the house quiet as you two chattered away. The sun spilled in through the open kitchen windows while the cats lurked about looking for pests. The two little chihuahuas and Chewbacca, who had all been asleep on the living room sofa, suddenly started barking, but at what, you had no clue.

"Hey! Knock it off!" you ordered.

"Oh my God, what the hell is pulling up the driveway?" Cecelia wondered aloud.

You and her gazed out the window to hear tires screeching and the obnoxious sound of "Wango Tango" by Ted Nugent blasting from a radio somewhere. You watched your mother-in-law's jaw drop and her eyes bug halfway out of her head.

"NO!!!" she blurted out. "No! He fucking didn't!! Oh my God!!!"

You thought Cecelia was going to kill whoever it was that had pulled to a screeching halt in the driveway, but were relieved when you heard her laughing as she rushed out the storm door.

"What the hell is this?!" she laughed.

"Hey pretty thang!" Royal called to her, sticking his head out the car window. "Wanna go for a ride?!"

"Cece you sure this is a good idea?" you asked her.

"C'mon honey we're goin for a ride in that thing," she chuckled, guiding you along with her.

The two of you jumped right in and Royal pulled back on the clutch, hitting the gas before spinning the car around and speeding out onto the road.

"Where the hell did you find this thing?" Cecelia shouted excitedly over the music.

"Don't ask me, ask your son," Royal answered.

You, Rhett and John seemed to be holding on for dear life as Royal sped down the stretch of road in the middle of nowhere, praying that Joy, Edgar and Dan weren't on duty.

"Oh wait a sec hold on," Cecelia told him.

"Ya'll see lights Sugar Bear?"

"Nope, somethin else and I ain't lettin it slip by," she told him. "Pull over for a sec."

Royal skidded to a halt on the other side of the road where sure enough, was Wayne Tillerson, trying to fix a busted truck tire. Cecelia stuck herself about halfway out the window and whistled, loud and shrill enough to catch his attention.

"Cecelia?" he called to her.

What no one was expecting was when Cecelia stuck both of her middle fingers right up at him. "Up yours raggedy man!!!!! That's for tryin to hit on me twenty years ago!!!"

Royal revved the engine, the tires burning and screeching until he sped off, leaving nothing but black skids on the pavement and a rather scared Wayne Tillerson in their wake.

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Rhett came into your shared bedroom, emerging fresh from the shower and still laughing his ass off from his parents' shenanigans. "Did ya'll see the look on Wayne's face when Ma flipped him off?" he asked.

"Oh my God that was priceless!" you exclaimed.

Rhett laughed as he kissed you, leaning in to press sweet little pecks against your lips. Outside it had grown dark but that didn't mean the night was over for the two of you. Rhett opened the windows in his bedroom, finally relieved that it was warm enough for them to stay open. Outside the peepers chirped and croaked while the warm breeze rustled the grasses.

"Oh Good GOD!!!" Rhett exclaimed.

"What? What's up?"

You joined him at the window, choking back a laugh when you saw the Firebird rocking back and forth and the radio playing "Smooth Operator". You and Rhett were trying not to laugh, knowing you two had already christened the damn thing and that Royal and Cece had no idea.

Rhett faked a gagging noise when you two heard the noises coming from the car. Finally, when the noises had died down, you and Rhett had decided that would be the opportune moment.

"HEY YA'LL KNOW WE CHRISTENED THE DAMN THING ALREADY???!!!!!" Rhett shouted down to them.

"What the fu-GODDAMNIT SON!!!" Royal bellowed.

You and Rhett laughed and snickered amongst yourselves as Royal strung together a tapestry of obscenities that as far as you knew, was still hanging over the Abbott ranch.

"We're so gonna get it in the morning," Rhett laughed.

"It'll be worth it though," you told him, pressing a kiss to his lips.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal x cecelia abbott #outer range x yellowstone

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sickvacuum · 4 months

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Oh I gotta know more about "a bar…? Like in music?"

Cuz as a musician too i am like "Yes, which bar we talking about?" haha

right off the bat I’m rlly not that much of a musician I’m self taught and just help lead small youth bands n stuff hahah BUT

yeah this is age swap too! This was basically how Teru and Mob meet after their fight together, which is at a bar! Except I’m not old enough to drink and have never set foot in any type of rowdy bar, so it’s mostly formed after movies and things I’ve heard lol.

I’ll add some of it here too cause I like it, I might end up posting this on ao3 at some point in time? I’d just have to explain the context haha. Basically, Pre SnS, Mob worked at a museum. He has the typical repression of his emotions and dislike of using his powers, though he also has a lot of fear surrounding alcohol because in high school he was invited to a party and the people there spiked his drink to get a reaction out of him. In this, Mob got a call to exorcise a spirit at a bar!

Oh and Teru’s scar is from their fight, not from Claw lol. A poor man’s substitute for having his hair shaved off.

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The sooner he found this spirit, the sooner he could get out and go home.

Focusing on the feeling of the aura, Mob traced it back to its source. It was vaguely familiar, but in a way he couldn’t place. It was similar to how most spirits come across. Full of tumultuous feelings that Mob had a hard time tracking. Hints of anger, notes of distaste, and fear seeped out of the source, clouding the air in another level of confusion for Mob to try and read.

But one thing that Mob could sense clearly from the way it throbbed throughout the crazed energy in the room was that it was in pain.

With a soft frown, Mob pushed through the crowd once again, navigating closer to the actual bar seats. He paused once he could see a good view of the people sitting around, watching the bartenders make drinks for the people who ordered and chatting with customers.

He could feel that the aura was located here, but he had a hard time telling where the spirit was. There wasn’t any tell-tale sign of a glowing glob, which made Mob worry that this would be one that he would have to use thought to exorcize. He could barely think straight with the music and voices pounding into his skull! How was he going to focus on using his abilities?

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None of the people seemed to be possessed, which was good.

Oh— well, maybe that one guy? Oh, no, he’s walking away now… ummm…

There weren't that many people left at the bar. A man and a woman were chatting it up, both of their words slurred and their actions uncoordinated as they attempted to flirt. Well, what Mob assumed was flirting. It was extremely hard to tell.

At the other end of the bar was a small group of men who appeared to come from after work, all clanking their drinks and making continuous toasts whenever they could think of something remotely praise worthy.

Sandwiched in the middle was the frame of a young man slumped over onto the counter, his head pillowed on an arm and his finger lazily twirling the ice in his drink. His medium length blond hair hid any defining traits that Mob might’ve been able to pick out.

Maybe he should just try and talk to the bartender. That way he didn’t have to interrupt the strange courting session, nor try and talk to the intimidating work group. And he figured waking up an almost sleeping person wouldn’t be good etiquette, especially since the reactions of drunk people weren’t ones that Mob liked to experience.

Mob glanced around before he walked forward and sat down in the chair next to the blond. The bartender noticed his presence and came over as he dried off a recently used glass. “What can I get for you?” He asked, setting the glass down and tapping his fingers on the counter.

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“N-nothing, thank you—“ Mob winced as the businessmen gave an uproarious cheer, the sharp clanking noises piercing Mob’s ears.

The bartender gave the men a quick look that went unnoticed before turning back to Mob. “Alright.”

Mob fiddled with the cuff of his coat sleeve, looking at the groups and people around him. “Have- have you seen any sign of spiritual activity going on tonight?” He asked the man, raising his soft voice so that he could be heard.

The bartender sighed (more with his body and less with his voice since subtle things like that got missed in the noise) and shook his head. “The only ‘spiritual activity,’” he grumbled, making air quotes, “comes from him.” He nodded to the blond next to Mob, who had fallen asleep with his finger still in his cup. “He’s a psychic from what he’s told me. Normally he doesn’t bother anyone with his abilities though.”

Mob glanced over at the man next to him, watching the shallow rise and fall of his back. “A psychic?’ He repeated, his voice wavering.

What was a psychic doing in a place like this? Clearly his powers were doing something. How… how could he not know how dangerous it is to be drunk as a psychic? That— he— Mob couldn’t even fathom the idea of willingly doing this! This- This man could destroy everything around him!

84%

“Like I said, he’s normally pretty good at not flying things around,” the bartender said again. He hesitated. “Though, he has had more to drink than usual today.”

Mob frowned and nodded in thanks to the man before he was called off to go assist the couple.

He turned to look at the fellow psychic next to him and pressed his lips together. He tried to reach out with his aura to get a read on the other’s, but the moment he released it the slightest bit, Mob’s hair shot straight up and he gasped. He reeled back in his abilities as fast as possible, his heart hammering in his chest.

As if on cue, someone knocked into him and shoved him so far forward that his chin slammed on the counter. Mob clamped down a yelp while the person pushed off of him and continued on their merry way.

88%

He wanted to go home. He wanted to get away from this overstimulating mess and lay in bed under his warm covers and hide from everyone else in the world for a few precious hours. But he was stuck here with a psychic who— who must not care for anyone around him!

“Excuse me,” Mob started, reaching a tentative hand out but stopping before touching the man. He leaned a little forward, bringing his face closer to the where the man’s hair blocked his own. “Are you awake?”

He watched the blond strands flutter slightly, the absence of response being taken as a no.

Mob nudged his shoulder only for the melting ice cube in his cup to fly towards his face. Mob let the cold square smack him in the forehead, freezing water mixed with whiskey dripping down his nose and cheeks. His trembling hand pulled the ice away from him and set it down on the table, wiping his face off with his sleeve as he desperately tried to keep his rising feelings down. He could feel his skin prickling and his aura beginning to leak into the area around him, causing the edges of his clothing to rise.

H-he wasn’t even drinking and he wasn’t able to control himself. The man who was black out drunk was better than he was.

He had to get out. He had to get out or else some- something awful would happen and- and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself! He— he had gone through this before, he should know better! He should’ve known better than to even step foot in this place, but here he is! Putting everyone around him at risk!

He’s so dangerous— He’s so incredibly dangerous and he has too—

“You’re nngh…messing up my mood,” the man next to him groaned, his words slurring as he inhaled deeply.

Mob froze and looked back at him, watching as the man stretched his arms out in front of him, his forehead pressed to the counter. “Your aura’n’ shit is bother’n me…”

Mob straightened and got off his bar stool, his legs feeling like jelly. “Your psychic abilities are causing a disturbance,” Mob informed him as professionally as he could. His voice shook as he felt his insides being torn up by electricity that he couldn’t let go. “We need to leave—“

“Do I know youu?” The blond asked, sitting up slowly. “Youuu—” he sang, turning towards him and flashing a grin. “—sound familiar.”

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The little bit of color in Mob’s face drained away as he realized who the esper was.

It was hard not to recognize him. He still had the charming smile plastered on his face, and his medium-length blond hair still looked perfect despite being messed up from his stupor. He had the unforgettable electric blue eyes that hid who knows how many insecurities behind them. But the most notable to Mob was the fresh scar that traced up Hanazawa’s cheek and curved around his nose. The one that ‘ruined’ his face, the one that was talked about in celebrity news, and the one that Kageyama had given him.

It was Teruki Hanazawa. The man who fought his way into Mob’s life and seemed unable to find a way out of it.

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That’s a lot to share ahah, especially out of context… oh well

#Once again not really editing #That’s so much I’m so sorry akdhj #ygodmyy20 #mp100 #teruki hanazawa #shigeo kageyama #age swap au

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wellthebardsdead · 2 years

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Okay taking to calling this one Deaths Prison au. Reaper is captured by Overwatch and Jack is both his warden and keeper. Y’all can find the first one here ~Bambi

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First steps

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Gabe: *still seated in his wheelchair, watching Jack mull about in the kitchen to get lunch started* … *glances down the hall to see his room* … *stands up and immediately sees white as the pain in his legs shoots all the way up his body* f-fuck- *staggers forward and instinctively tries to wraith forgetting his body is no longer capable of it*

76: *practically teleported in front of him with the speed he moved at around the kitchen counter* GABE! *quickly catches him in his arms pulling him close*

Gabe: *whimpers into his shoulder, whole body literally trembling with the shock to his nerves, muscles and tendons* m-my legs- what- have you d/done to me?!-

76: We tried to fix you Gabe, it’s… it’s not safe for you to walk… your body was… really fucked up. Angie could only do so much… Everything moira did you you was hard enough to fix but, you got really hurt during that last fight too.

Gabe: *trying to remember anything past Reinhardt crushing him against a wall* I… I guess, I did get pretty fucked up huh?…

76: *nods* I was amazed you were still alive when we got you on the drop ship… *gently sits him back in his chair* I don’t know how long you’ll be needing it for… but… just take it slow for now okay?

Gabe: *knowing he literally doesn’t have any other choice* …okay… *sighs and slowly wheels around jack to go to his room only for the old soldier to grab his chair* huh?

76: Hold on. *holds up a few different boxes of pills* medication time.

Gabe: *despises swallowing pills, doesn’t even take vitamins* tell you what just shoot me in the head instead.

76: and we’re off to a great start already…

#am thinking of adding some really fucked up twists to this but I also like the fluff #overwatch #overwatch shitposts #jack morrison #gabriel reyes #reaper #soldier 76 #r76 #reaper76 #deaths prison au

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zephfair · 1 year

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I think this one would be good! 76 for the kink prompts 🥺🥺 please and thank you! 🥰🥰

Thank you so much for the prompt! I'm sorry this one got away from me and is more silly than sexy! 😭 But I hope it makes you smile! Thank you for everything! 😘💖💖💖

76. Laughter During Sex

This is Adam/Ronan, Rated E

Although Ronan trusted Adam implicitly, he was still skeptical. “You want to put what where?”

Adam burst out laughing.

While Ronan usually loved making his Adam laugh, he didn’t particularly appreciate it at such important, memorable times.

“Come on, Parrish, help me out here if you don’t think I’m doing it right.”

Adam wiped the tears of laughter from his eye. “I’m just saying, it’s not rocket science. It doesn’t take a genius to figure this out.”

“How did you even learn all this shit?” Ronan had to admit, Adam’s competence really did it for him. There was something about Adam being confident bordering on arrogant when he just took over and did whatever that made Ronan feel very hot.

“Oh you know. I’ve read about it, watched shit on the Internet. Worked it out for myself. Had a little experience.”

Adam put his hand on top of Ronan’s and guided him, and Ronan was forced to admit, that did work better.

“See, I knew you could do it. Eventually.”

“Shithead,” Ronan said just loud enough that he knew Adam would pick it up.

From Adam’s shit-eating grin, he heard loud and clear.

It was a hazy day in June and they were trying to dig a pond in one of the fields at the Barns.

As soon as Adam’s tinkering had resurrected one of the old Lynch backhoes, Ronan had immediately wanted to run it. But Adam, much to his credit, insisted on driving it to the part of the pasture they’d chosen. Then Ronan had insisted at getting behind the controls once Adam broke the ground.

Unfortunately, Ronan didn’t think he’d have much of a future career in running heavy equipment. But after he slid off the seat and let Adam take over with strong, sure hands, he didn’t mind ‘hoeing as long as it could be with Adam.

That made him laugh out loud which made Adam look down at him questioningly. Ronan just laughed again and shrugged.

After Adam had dug out as much as he wanted for the day, Ronan climbed up the tire and squeezed onto the seat despite Adam’s protestations.

“You’re really hot when you’re digging out big holes,” Ronan said against his lips then kissed him.

Adam couldn’t kiss back for a moment because he started laughing. “That’s really some pickup line.”

“It wasn’t a line, it’s the truth,” Ronan protested.

“You think I’m hot when I’m digging big holes.” Adam couldn’t even say it without a chuckle.

“I think you’re hot all the time,” Ronan said, kissing at his jaw, biting at the hinge under his ear.

“But watching me run a backhoe really gets you going,” Adam hmmed in pleasure when Ronan flicked his tongue against his earlobe and ran it up and around the whorl of his ear.

“Yeah, I think it does.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Adam said, finally turning to kiss him properly.

Ronan got his arm around Adam and didn’t care that both of them were sticky with sweat and wet from the heat.

Adam apparently didn’t care either because when Ronan came up for air, Adam sucked down the tender skin of his throat.

“Ah, fuck,” Ronan breathed out, trying to lean back and pull Adam with him but there was no room on the seat.

“You wanna?” Adam pulled away long enough to meet his eyes with a little grin.

“Always, yeah.”

“Then let’s go in the house.”

“But we’re here now.”

Adam flicked his nose and stood up. “But the house will be much more comfortable.”

“Barn?” Ronan tried to bargain but Adam shook his head and laughed again.

“You can wait another couple minutes.”

“What if I can’t though?”

Adam glanced down at his lap where Ronan was already getting visibly excited from just the kissing and proximity to Adam. “Do you need help walking with that?”

Ronan barked out a laugh and Adam jumped down from the cab of the backhoe.

“Come on, the faster we get back—”

“The faster we can fuck.”

Adam grinned and shook his head in amusement. “This is you warning me that it’s going to be fast?”

Ronan scowled and jumped down just as Adam conveniently stepped out of the way. “You know what the hell I mean. Now come on,” and he took off jogging across the field.

Adam caught him easily and bumped his hip. “Did you really think I was making fun of your sexual stamina?”

Ronan missed a step and swore. “Please don’t ever say that again. It sounds so weird, talking about ‘sexual matters,’” Ronan said in a mocking affected accent.

“Why can’t I talk about your sexual prowess? You don’t have faith in your sexual performance?” Adam teased.

“It sounds so bad,” Ronan insisted and they both burst out laughing, Ronan jostling into Adam. Adam wrapped his arm around Ronan’s waist so they made it to the front porch at the same time.

“Shower first?” Ronan asked as he opened the screendoor for them.

“We’re just going to get dirty again.”

“Ah Parrish, now you’re talking,” and Ronan swept him into his arms and kissed him.

Adam let out a breathy noise that Ronan interpreted as a little laugh, but he didn’t stop kissing him. When Ronan’s hands roamed down and grabbed Adam’s ass, Adam made the noise again.

Ronan pulled back from his mouth. He was afraid to ask because it might spoil everything, but he just had to know.

“Why are you in such a good mood today?”

Adam shrugged but a smile tugged at his lips. “I don’t know. It’s just a good day. Can’t I enjoy it?”

“Just wanted to make sure you’re not secretly taking drugs or something without sharing. You’re all giggly.”

“I am not nor have I ever been giggly,” Adam insisted.

Ronan nosed at his ear. “You’re giggling like a school girl.”

“You take that back.”

“Make me.”

“OK I will,” and with more strength and agility than Ronan knew he possessed, Adam tackled him to the big couch. He trapped Ronan’s wrists up at his head and straddled his waist proudly.

“Wow, you sure showed me,” Ronan drawled.

“That’s right.” Adam’s smirk was fast and tight.

“Yep, you got me right where I wanted you.”

“No, I got you right where...damn it Lynch.” At Adam’s frustration, it was Ronan’s turn to burst out laughing. He strained himself up to peck a kiss to Adam’s nose and make it scrunch.

“Now that I’m at your mercy, whatever are you going to do to me?” Ronan’s attempt at batting his eyelashes must have been hilarious because Adam joined him laughing.

It was one of the warmest, happiest moments of Ronan’s life and he thought that he’d remember it forever—the two of them entwined, happy, laughing, not burdened by the past or worried about the future, just being together right then in the moment.

Ronan broke the easy hold Adam had on his wrists so he could bring his arms up around Adam and pull him down. Adam followed easily, mouth still open, eyes bright, and he smiled at Ronan as they kissed.

God, what I wouldn’t give to freeze this moment in time, Ronan prayed, but it got even better as Adam shifted around to get more comfortable and ended up sprawled mostly on top of Ronan.

Ronan concentrated on the warmth of Adam’s tongue in his mouth, the thrill of a touch still so intimate. He ran his hands down and back up Adam’s wiry back, feeling where the T-shirt was stuck to his sweaty skin.

When Adam dipped down to attack his neck again with kisses and tiny bites, Ronan couldn’t help but moan.

“Yeah, you like that,” Adam’s voice was muffled against his throat.

“Yeah,” Ronan agreed amiably. He managed to get his fingers under Adam’s shirt and began to pull it up. Adam was down to licking at the dip between his collarbones when he got the message that Ronan was trying to undress him.

He was only too eager to sit up, and start to take off his shirt, but Ronan tried to sit up at the same time and somehow between his shimmy to take off his own shirt and Adam’s motion, Adam started to tip.

“Oh shit,” was all Ronan could say before Adam’s eyes got big and he fell off the couch.

“Oh my God,” Ronan started laughing as soon as he heard Adam clearly say “Shit.”

Ronan rolled on his side and looked down from his lofty perch on the couch. Adam lay flat on his back rubbing at his shoulder. “You get lost?” Ronan asked in his most innocent voice.

He couldn’t help but laugh again at Adam’s expression. “I can’t believe you pushed me off the couch.”

“I didn’t push you,” Ronan said, trying to catch his breath. “Your clumsy ass fell right off.”

Then Adam was trying to scramble up but Ronan had already decided what he’d do and so Adam ended up flat on his back again on the floor with Ronan on top of him.

“I missed you,” Ronan explained and Adam cracked another smile.

“Asshole.”

“Now Parrish, I know you didn’t just objectify me down to one body part, although I know you do like it.”

“You are such an ass,” Adam manhandled his smirking face down and kissed him.

They made out lazily for a while, their former intensity slowed down by the couch interlude. But this time when Adam rolled Ronan onto his back and incidentally right under the coffee table, they both had to take a breath to laugh.

“How are we so bad at this?” Ronan gasped between laughs.

“It’s you.”

“How is it my fault?!”

“You’re distracting. If you’d just let me be in charge...”

Ronan felt his stomach tighten in anticipation. “You think you can handle being in charge?”

“Yeah, I do.” Adam smiled down at him and Ronan smiled back.

“Impress me then,” he said.

“First we go upstairs to your bed,” Adam whispered hotly in his ear.

Ronan shivered even as the heat pooled in his groin. “And then?”

“And then I’m going to undress you. And get you ready. And then I’m going to fuck you.”

“Fuuuck,” Ronan agreed, shivering again when Adam sucked his earlobe quickly.

“Let’s go.”

Adam stood up and offered him a hand. Ronan just stared up at him, too turned on to even move. Adam grinned at him when he realized.

“Fuck,” Ronan said again and finally let Adam help him up.

“That’s the plan,” Adam poked him in the back to get him moving. Between Ronan’s shaky legs and Adam’s steady prodding, they made it to his room, shut the door and collapsed among the sheets and pillows still in disarray from their morning.

Adam stripped off his T-shirt and started working at his cargo shorts. He glanced over where Ronan lay watching him. “Why aren’t you getting naked?”

“You said you were going to undress me.”

Adam sighed in fake frustration. Ronan just put his arms behind his head and watched the quick but efficient strip show.

Once Adam had peeled off his socks at the edge of the bed, he crawled over Ronan. “How do I get to do this?”

“You’re the one in charge,” Ronan reminded him sweetly.

Adam rolled up Ronan’s T-shirt but it got caught on his arms. “OK Lynch, get your shirt off.”

Ronan tutted. “But that wouldn’t be keeping your promise to undress me.”

“You’re such a shithead.”

“I know,” Ronan smiled with all his teeth. Adam huffed a laugh then put his forehead down on Ronan’s chest and laughed out loud. Ronan held the back of his head and joined him.

Adam took a deep breath and attacked Ronan’s belt and fly instead. Ronan barely lifted his hips, waited until Adam was frustrated and then lifted a little, just enough to make them both laugh again.

“I can’t believe you’re being so shitty about this,” Adam informed him, dramatically tossing Ronan’s jeans behind himself.

“OK, fine, I’ll help you this once.” Ronan was more than ready to give in so he finished whipping off his clothes while Adam rummaged in the nightstand drawer.

“You really okay with this,” Adam said, holding up the lube.

“Definitely.” Ronan leaned over and kissed him. Adam turned so he had a better angle and held Ronan’s shoulder and neck. Ronan wrapped his arms around Adam’s back and pulled him closer.

After a thoroughly satisfying kiss, Ronan lay back as Adam gently pushed him down.

“I said I’d get you ready too.”

“Yeah you did.”

Adam nodded as Ronan grabbed a pillow and propped his pelvis up. “Come on, Parrish. Don’t mess this up now.”

Adam shook his head and chuckled. He kissed Ronan’s belly, right beside his happy trail and nuzzled his way downward. Then his lips drifted to the other side with featherlight kisses and a soft finger trailing down toward Ronan’s hardening cock.

Ronan shut his eyes, tried to hold it in, tried even harder then exploded with a “HA!” just as Adam’s lips whispered over the join of his hip and groin.

“What the hell Lynch?”

Ronan let out a noise he didn’t even know he could make.

And Adam laughed at him.

“You fucker, that tickles,” Ronan grumbled. “Touch me harder.”

Adam laughed again, but he obliged, cupping Ronan’s hip in his hand while he sucked a mouthful of soft skin on the opposite groin.

Ronan whimpered.

“Better?”

“Much.” Ronan looked down his body to see the bright blue eyes looking back at him. “You may proceed.”

Adam shook his head and they both laughed. “You’re such a dick.”

Ronan gestured. “I’m not but I have one and it’s right there.”

“You think you’re funny.”

“You’re the one laughing.”

“I guess I have a bad sense of humor too.”

“Good thing we don’t have to inflict it on anyone other than each other.”

“Probably safer that way,” Adam agreed.

“All right, Parrish. No more tickling. Just more fucking.”

“Got it.” Adam’s grin was still big as he leaned down to suck the tip of Ronan’s cock into his mouth.

All humor went right out of Ronan’s head as Adam got down to business. Ronan thought muzzily that Adam always had to be an overachiever because he was too damn good at sucking cock while his nimble fingers slicked into Ronan in ways that were all too incredible.

Ronan let the pleasure wash him along and it was too soon before he had to concentrate on holding back his orgasm. He reached down to Adam, carded his fingers through his hair, and said, “Let’s get this show on the road, boss.”

Adam pulled off his cock and looked up at him. “What did you just say?”

Ronan was so captivated by the redness of Adam’s lips, the spit shining on his chin that he actually forgot what he said. Then he remembered what he wanted next. “I’m ready.”

But Adam was already cackling softly. “Did you just call me boss?”

“Noo, I just meant, come on and fuck me before I lose it.”

Adam didn’t remove his fingers, but as he rubbed right over Ronan’s prostate, Ronan had to grind his teeth to hold back. Adam noticed it and smiled.

“Got it. Let’s go.”

Ronan let Adam maneuver him, not for teasing this time, but because he felt wound so tight, so heavy with anticipation of even more pleasure until Adam slid between his thighs and pushed into him.

“Is this show on the road enough for you, employee?” Adam asked softly.

“What the... What the actual fuck?” Ronan stared up at him in absolute confusion.

Adam smirked and Ronan realized what he’d said and then he couldn’t help it. He held onto Adam and started laughing, Adam’s back shaking from restraining his own laughter.

Even as Ronan couldn’t believe they were laughing at something so stupid during sex, the motion did something, somehow pushed Adam into him differently and Ronan felt him deep, his own body twitching to accept him.

“God, you feel good,” Ronan finally groaned.

“Can I move now?” Adam asked, leaning forward even more.

“Yesss. Just don’t fall off the bed.”

“Fucker,” Adam whispered and pulled back out to thrust.

It may have driven Ronan out of his mind because all he could do was wrap his arms and legs around every piece of Adam he could and take it. He knew he babbled something and Adam’s mouth brushed over his in a breathless attempt at kissing, but Ronan just clung tighter.

He could feel Adam’s thrusts come slower and Ronan tilted up to meet him until Adam shook apart and came. Ronan couldn’t get his breath back and was thankful a moment later when Adam slid his hand between them and started pumping his cock.

It didn’t take long. Ronan came with a shout, his entire body tensing and then falling suddenly into total relaxation, every muscle suddenly intensely loose. He didn’t even flinch when Adam pulled out of him and slid off the bed.

He felt like his brain was finally coming back online when Adam gingerly wiped his cum off his stomach with a wet washcloth and then gently probed between his legs.

“Thanks,” he mumbled as he lifted one heavy arm to ruffle Adam’s hair.

“You’re welcome.”

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Ronan was just aware enough to ask.

“I’m just realizing that I fucked you so hard that politeness came out.”

It was a long beat until Ronan caught on. He spluttered “The fuck, Parrish?”

Adam joined his laughter and lay down beside and partly on him. Ronan brought his arm up and around him to hold him always closer.

“You’re the shithead.”

Adam hmmed happily. “As long as we’re shitty together.”

“Always, Parrish.”

Here is the Prompts List that got my blog a Mature label.

#my fic #the raven cycle #trc #ronan #adam #ronan lynch #adam parrish #prompt fill

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could i get a oneshot of soldier 76/male reader's wedding? recall age (as in around 55) please :D this is so self-indulgent but you know how it is

What A Miracle

Soldier 76 x M! Reader

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Ahhhh this gives me really cute ideas~! I’m am honored to fulfill your indulgences! Hopefully my little piece of work here will do the job. I shall listen to 80s and 90s love songs for vibes as I write this.

Enjoy~!

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A miracle. If the old soldier had to label this day as something, then it would be labeled as a miracle. Not because it was impossible, of course. He just never thought he would ever experience this moment so far along in his life. Yet here comes (Y/N) to prove him wrong. When Jack first met him, he would’ve never thought that the two of them would end up preparing for something so special. Hell, marriage was never something that crossed his mind until only months before he had proposed to (Y/N). Yes, Jack Morrison was the one to pop the question, as awkward as he was while saying it. (Y/N) thought it was precious and gladly accepted the proposal. It’s what lead them to the moment the two of them were at now. The last minute preparations were about to wrap up to start the beautiful event.

Jack stood still as Ana fixed up his tie one final time. “There. Now you’re ready.” She spoke with a slight sense of pride- pride in the fact that her old friend was actually settling down and doing something for himself for once. Jack spends so much time saving and protecting people. To Ana, he deserves to have this day. Jack looked in the mirror and stare back at his reflection. The sight was almost unreal to him- like he was a whole different person. He wasn’t wearing any armor. He didn’t carry a gun. Instead, he wore a nice black tux with a light blue button up shirt underneath the coat. For once, he looked and felt like a normal man instead of a soldier who was always on the hunt. And he had (Y/N) and the feelings Jack had for him to thank for it. He wondered how (Y/N) was doing at that moment. What suit was he wearing? Was he nervous? Jack wasn’t really nervous. He didn’t think so, anyways.

“Let’s get going. It’s your big day, after all.” Jack looked away from the mirror to see Ana by the door instead of behind him like she was before. He must’ve spaced out for a moment there. “Right..” Jack cleared his throat before turning to follow Ana out of the room. She lead the way to the chapel where everyone else sat. Both of Jack’s and (Y/N)’s friends and families were there, seated in pews on either side of the main isle. They were decorated with light blue and white ribbon and tinsel along the back with the ends pinned to look like flowers made from the same material. The end of the isle where the bestmen and bridesmaids stood was decorated in a similar color scheme with the addition of beautiful white flowers. The bridesmaids wore light blue silk gowns and the bestmen wore light blue tux’s with white undershirts. It looks just as (Y/N) and Jack had wanted. It was beautiful and everyone could agree as they sat or stood in their place.

Jack stepped onto the slightly elevated platform where the bestmen and bridesmaids stood as well, taking his place in front of the bestmen. A heavy breath slipped past his lips- one he hadn’t realized he had been holding. Maybe he was nervous. Just a little. Even with his own nervousness, he couldn’t think about his own worries for long. His mind drifted back to (Y/N) in an instant. How was he holding up? Jack hoped that nothing was wrong with (Y/N) in any way. Were things to his liking? Jack looked down at himself, messing with the cuff. Did he, himself, look presentable? Questions like that and more began to cloud his mind. However, the sound of music silenced these thoughts. It was the wedding march.

Jack stiffened for a moment, his gaze darting to look at the large double doors on the opposite side of the room. It felt like a sudden moment of truth washing over him. Like this moment would change everything. Would that be a bad thing? The doors swung open and everyone stood. (Y/N) wore a white tux with a light blue tie and his hair was styled neatly for the occasion. Placed on top of his head was a crown of morning glories, colored to match the theme. His arm was linked with a relative’s who had began to walk him down the isle, a beautiful smile adorning his features. Jack thought (Y/N) looked stunning. More than stunning, actually. He couldn’t find the correct word to describe how (Y/N) looked in his eyes, yet he couldn’t look away from (Y/N) as he stood in a small state of awe.

Jack locked met (Y/N)’s gaze for a moment and took not of how his features grew red in color. (Y/N) was blushing and Jack found that the look only added to his beauty. When (Y/N) finally got to Jack, his relative released his arm to go and stand with the rest of the crowd before them. Jack gently took hold of his hands and rubbed a thumb over his knuckles. “You look stunning..” He spoke in a hushed tone. There was a loving look in his eyes, one he’d only have when looking at the man before him. (Y/N) released a breathy chuckle as if he had been holding his breath as well. “And you’re as handsome as ever.” (Y/N) couldn’t seem to stop himself from smiling in that moment, gripping onto Jack’s hands a little tighter.

The priest smiled at the couple before beginning his speech. One that would bind the two of them together for life. A series of words that would change their lives for what would hopefully be the better. Though it wasn’t long that the man spoke, it felt like it took forever for the time to say their vows to come. “(Y/N) (L/N), do you take this man to be your loving husband?” (Y/N) looked up at Jack, taking in a deep breath. “I do.” He let it out as he spoke and his eyes never left Jack’s being. The priest looked to Jack now and repeated the question, using his name instead. “I do.” Jack’s voice was firm. It showed just how sure he was about this decision. He wanted this just as much as (Y/N) did. And that meant the world to not just (Y/N) but to Jack as well- simply because he never has been so sure of anything else in his life. Not until he had met you, anyways.

A robotic cooing sound filled the room. It was Snowball with a red velvet pillow on its head, the two wedding rings resting on top of it. A few chuckles at the sight came from the audience, the most noticeable one coming from Mei. Snowball stopped before the couple and waited for them to take the jewelry. Each of you took a ring in hand. They were golden bands. The one meant for Jack was just plain golden while (Y/N)’s had rectangle diamonds around the band. (Y/N) took hold of Jack’s left hand to slip the ring on for him. Jack took hold of (Y/N)’s left hand as well, slipping the ring onto his ring finger. Before letting (Y/N)’s hand rest in his to finish the ceremony, Jack raised his hand to press a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

“With that, I now pronounce you... husband and husband.” The priest chuckled to himself. “You may now kiss the groom.” Jack released (Y/N)’s hands to wrap his arms around his waist while (Y/N) let his hands gently rest on Jack’s chest. In one fell swoop, their lips met in a sweet kiss. Cheers echoed throughout the church, causing (Y/N) to smile giddily against Jack’s lips. It was almost disappointing when they had to pull away for air. However, Jack didn’t pull back much farther, resting his forehead against (Y/N)’s. “I love you.. so much.” He muttered softly to (Y/N), who smiled and pecked his lips in response. “I love you too, Jack.” What a miracle…

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Aaaand done! I apologize for how long this took to get out but I hope you like this!

#overwatch #overwatch soldier 76 #overwatch jack morrison #soldier 76 #soldier 76 x reader #jack morrison #jack morrison x reader #overwatch x reader #oneshot #oneshots #overwatch oneshot #overwatch oneshots #requests #requests open

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antisociallilbrat · 1 year

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76 for Ben/Bill (Ben as the first speaker please)

102 for Dustin/Will

You got it

I put both of them under the cut, just some lil ficlets, hope you like them! Notsfw (obviously)

Smut Prompts

Denscom:

It’s not very often that Ben is the one standing in front of a large crowd. Usually, that’s reserved for his husband, world-renowned author Bill Denbrough at his book reading. As it happened this night Ben was presenting his next architectural feat to a bunch of investors- and he was absolutely killing it.

Bill is lucky enough to tag along tonight and watch his usually shy-natured husband work in his element. He knows exactly what he’s talking about and he’s so proud of his latest design and he knows it’s good. The investors are eating it right out of his hand.

And Bill? He’s definitely feeling something as well from where he watches his husband. Confidence isn’t something that comes easily to him, despite Bill trying to constantly instill it in him, so right now it’s a real treat. It’s so hot in so many ways- and the suit he’s wearing isn’t helping. The martial stretches and flexes around his body and embarrassingly Bill is finding it hard to keep himself from having a situation in his pants.

It makes him feel like a teenager again.

“Thank you for your time,” Ben finishes, ducking his head and exiting the stage.

Bill jumps from his seat and almost charges him, beating all the investors surrounding him. He snatches Ben’s wrist and starts dragging him, looking for anywhere private. Ben laughs, unaware of Bill’s situation, “You alright Bill?”

“Mhm,” he responds, feeling relief when he finds an empty, dark conference room. He drags Ben in after him.

Ben still isn’t aware of what’s going on and is starting to get worried, “Bill seriously, you okay?”

Bill doesn’t answer, no, he rounds on his husband and smashes his lips to his. He pushes and nudges Ben till he’s half sitting on a table, excited that he finally gets to touch. His quick hands quickly start to unbutton Ben’s jacket.

Ben, loveable, sweet, Ben, finally catches on to Bill’s problem and has to pull back to laugh. The idea of them having sex in an empty room while all of his coworkers are right outside is crazy…but also kinda hot. “What got you so worked up?” he asks, a little out of breath.

“Watching you up there, selling your wonderful ideas,” Bill bites a couple of bruises into his neck, and his breath hitches, “God- I fucking love it when you’re like that.” He’s like a madman, grabbing and kissing any sliver of skin he can see.

“Do I turn you on that much?” He hiccups out, getting lost in the way Bill grabs him possessively.

Bill grabs one of Ben’s hands and brings it to the front of his pants, curling his fingers around his aching member, “You don’t even fucking know.”

Byerson:

Will loves his boyfriend, he does, but he knows how to work his last nerve.

It is half past ten p.m. and Dustin is still playing his video game. This is very inconvenient considering Will can’t sleep without him and he’s ready for bed. He’s reminded Dustin of this a couple of times and he keeps saying “Five more minutes.”

Well, he’s ‘five more minutes’ four times too late. Will walks up to his boyfriend and starts to rub his shoulders- Dustin doesn’t even pay him any mind. He starts to kiss up his boyfriend’s neck and Dustin leans into it a little but is still talking to his online friends. Okay, he’s had it.

“Dustin sweetie?”

He lifts one of his headphones, “Yeah?”

Will pulls his headphones completely off, “Turn off the game and get in bed.” That has Dustin pausing his game and looking at him questioningly so Will repeats himself, “Turn off the game and get in bed or so help me!”

Something must tell Dustin not to test him and the game is quickly shut off and pajamas are quickly pulled on. Will settles into bed while Dustin turns off all the lights, settling in behind him. When Dustin doesn’t cuddle up behind him as he always does, he’s annoyed once again. “Dustin, get over here and cuddle me.”

And Dustin…he’s oddly quiet as he curls up behind him, spooning him. The moment he’s close, Will feels why, gasping when he feels his erection pressed against his ass. “Wh-where did this come from?”

Dustin doesn’t answer him, being silent on purpose, and slowly grinding against him. “I asked you where this came from,” he demands once again.

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re bossy,” Dustin moans, starting to pepper kisses on his neck.

Will pushes back and gets Dustin on his back, straddling him, “You want to see how bossy I can get?”

#thanks for the ask rose!#hopefully I fed some of your byerson and denscom needs #sam answers asks #denscom #byerson #dustin henderson #will byers #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #it 2017 #it 2019 #stranger things #stranger things 5

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Chapter 5: Easy Peasy

-- I would like to say that any road or place names are made up by me, I have never been to San Diego or even looked it up.

Trigger warning for suicide, mentions of suicide and depression.

Tag list: @because-edmund @blue-aconite

He opened his eyes for just a second and glanced at his phone to see an unknown phone number calling him.

Jake didn't know why, but the urge to answer overtook him. His voice shook.

"Sir, this is the Happy Paw Vet clinic. Someone brought in a cat belonging to a Mister Jake Seresin. Would we be able to talk to him?"

He choked.

"Yes -- Yes that's me. I am Jake Seresin."

"We found a black European shorthair with a chip registered to your name. Someone found her right off of Mulligan Drive and brought her to us. She is offering to drop her off, can we verify your address?"

Jake was trying to catch his breath. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and he suddenly realised what the fuck he was doing, standing in his bedroom, shirtless and in his underpants, holding his gun.

"Yes. Of course. I live at 76 Gothard Road, in San Diego, California"

"Thank you, sir. Have a wonderful day"

The vet tech hung up.

His phone lit up in his hands with a text. Maverick had already tried to call seven times since he had sent his message.

"What a mess you have made, Jake Seresin." He told himself. He could call Maverick before the man called a wellness check on him, or worse, drove down himself. So he had a few options: either he stayed seated on his bed until something happened, or he could call Maverick and try to backtrack, or he could still do it. Death was still on the table for Jake, but maybe he could wait until Mrs Mittens was returned to him.

He called Maverick but there was no answer. Soon enough though, there was a knock on his door. Jake put on an old pair of sweatpants and went to answer. In front of him stood Y/n, holding a cat carrier.

"Oh! Jake! I didn't realise you lived here."

"I do" He said, completely unhelpfully.

"Jake, are you okay?"

He looked to the hallway mirror on this left and took in his appearance. He looked pale, sweaty and dishevelled in a way that signalled he had just lived through one hell of a day.

"Sorry, I just --" He explained, careful not to move his right hand too much, lest she saw the gun and freaked out. Hangman didn't seem to be able to let go of the weapon. "I'm ill"

She handed him the cat carrier

"I'll go then. I hope you get better, Jake. I had fun on our date."

He smiled, trying hard not to freak at the word date.

Y/n had barely left and Jake hadn't had time to shut his front door when a blue bronco stopped right next to his car and two familiar men ran out.

Maverick was busy making a coffee when his phone buzzed. He didn't hear it but Rooster, who was with him in the empty base common room, had.

"Maverick, your phone buzzed"

"Hmm, could you read it for me, I have dirty hands"

Rooster unlocked the phone and froze.

"It's Hangman, we have to go. Now. It's an emergency."

Maverick looked at Rooster, whose face had lost all colour before the young man sprinted out of the room. He dropped what he was holding to race after him. Mav was out of breath by the time they reached the Bronco but he climbed in as fast as he could.

"You need to wear your seatbelt" Maverick tried blocking Rooster from touching the gearstick.

"There's no time!"

"What is going on?!"

Rooster realised he was still holding Mav's phone and threw it on his lap. Maverick unlocked it to read the text when Rooster backed out of the parking spot and drove the car out of the base by breaking every single speed limit set in place by the city of San Diego.

By the time they got there, both men were suitably panicked, something which had only briefly been relieved when they had seen Hangman alive at his front door. Relief had been replaced by worry once they had looked at him.

The usually charming, put together man was a mess. His hair was tussled, his skin glistened and his face looked slightly green, with deep, dark bags under his eyes.

Worry intensified when Hangman invited them inside to a barren apartment while holding both a cat carrier and a gun.

Jake opened the carrier to let out the cat and placed the gun on a side table.

"Coffee?" He asked.

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #hangman x reader #fanfiction #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #fanfic writing #hangman top gun #original fic

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takigawa · 1 year

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Message from the actor Keanu Reeves (translated back to English from Japanese version of his message, so the words are probably different but you get the sense of what he wants to say.) We are so caught up in the daily grind that we forget to look at the beauty in life. We live like zombies. Look up and take off your headphones. Say hello to someone whose eyes meet yours or give a hug to someone who looks like they are having a hard time. Help someone. Live each day as if it is the last day of your life. A few years ago I was depressed but never told anyone else so no one knew about this and I had to find my own way out of depression. The only thing that was preventing me from being happy was myself. Now, each day is precious, so live each day as a precious day. There is no guarantee that there will be a tomorrow, so live today! Most people know me, but they do not know about my life. When I was three years old, I watched my father leave home. I went to four different schools for high school, but struggled more than most others because of my dyslexia, making it more difficult for me to get an education. When I was 23, my closest friend, River Phoenix, died of a drug overdose. In 1998 I met Jennifer Sime and we fell in love with each other at first sight. In 1999, Jennifer became pregnant with a girl. Sadly, however, eight months later our child was stillborn. Her death left us both too terribly discouraged and this ultimately ended our relationship. Eighteen months later, Jennifer died in a car accident. After that, I began to avoid serious relationships and having children. My sister had leukemia, but she is cured now. I donated 70% of my earnings from the Matrix series of films to a hospital that treats leukemia patients. I am probably the only Hollywood star who does not live in a mansion. I don't have a bodyguard and I don't wear expensive clothes. I am a star worth $100 million (¥10 billion), and I still ride the subway, and I love it! In the end, I think we can all agree that great people can live powerfully in the midst of any dire situation. Whatever is happening in your life, you can get through it! Life is worth living. You are who you are today because of all that you have struggled through in your life. Times of hardship only make you stronger, so be thankful for those times. My friend's mother has eaten healthy throughout her life. She never consumed alcohol or "bad" foods, exercised daily, was very flexible, very active, took all the supplements her doctor recommended, always wore sunscreen when in the sun, and spent as little time in the sun as possible. I was very active. In short, she took her health as far as anyone could think of. But now, at age 76, she has cancer, bone marrow cancer, and very serious osteoporosis. On the other hand, my friend's father ate tons of bacon, butter, and fat, never really exercised, tanned himself until he was bright red every summer, and lived life to the fullest without listening to anyone else's instructions. He is 81 years old and, according to his doctor, his health is at the level of a young man. You can never completely escape poison. Poison is everywhere and will not miss you. The mother of a friend of mine who is still alive said, "If my life was going to end like this, I would have done all the things I was told not to do and chosen to enjoy life more!” No one is alive when they leave this world, so please stop treating yourself with too much seriousness. Eat good food. Walk in the sun. Dive into the ocean. The truth is that you carry your heart like a hidden treasure. Do silly things. Live gently. There is no time in life for anything else. I was raised to show respect. I was taught to knock before I opened the door. When you enter a room. Greet them. Please and thank you. please and thank you. I was taught to be respectful to those who were older than me. If I am sitting in a seat and someone else needs a seat, I will give it up. If someone needs help, I don't just stand there and watch, I offer my hand. Hold the door for someone coming in behind you and say "Excuse me" when necessary. I love people not because of what I can get out of them, but because of who they are. Most importantly, you were raised to treat others the way you would want to be treated by others. That is respect. If you were raised the same way, please share this with us! It doesn't matter how big your house is, how nice your car looks, or how much money you have in your bank account. Our graves are all the same. Let us continue to live humbly.

#keanu reeves #life #message

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twice-inamillion · 1 year

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Enjoying the moments

TIS (75-76)

* Decided to put some of these chapters together to make easier to read. My parts are on the top and @coldfanbou ‘s comments are on the bottom. Easier to read both to understand. Hopefully this is easier to read.

Chapter 75:

You’re disappointed with the outcome but are somewhat glad you got to spend some time with Jihyo. You leave the room blue-balled and go to your room. You receive an email from JYP that you are needed out of the country to scout potential trainees in other countries and are going to be away for about two months. You are promised that after those two months, you will have a month off before mina gives birth. You accept and you will have to tell Jihyo and mina the news. You all have dinner (Jihyo, Mina, Dahyun, Sana) and you tell them the news. Jihyo and mina are visibly saddened, but the news but understand that you have work. You tell them JYP’s conditions and assure them that you will be back before Mina gives birth. They ask you when you are leaving and you say within a couple of three days. After dinner you get in contact with the rest of the other members (Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu ) if they can keep and eye out on them. They all offer to stay with them but the house only has so much space. You only have space for two people if they take your room. Now you gotta decide who to stay in your place before you leave.

“First off I'm going to apologize to Nayeon and Jeongyeon for the outburst I had a long time ago. I was under a lot of pressure. And I shouldn't have taken that out on them. Then I'll ask Jeongyeon if she could take my place. I know she's very capable, and would take care of the other's needs very well.”

Chapter 76:

Before you decide on who to take your place while you are gone, you decide to meet with Nayeon and Jeongyeon. You apologize for your rude behavior from before and ask for forgiveness. Jeongyeon automatically says yes, that she will forgive you, but you see Nayeon pout. Nayeon says, “it took you long enough, but I’ll forgive you since you are the father of my nieces. You then ask Jeongyeon if she could take your place and will owe her a lot for this favor and that she is the most capable person that you know for the job. She says not to worry and she is more than happy to help Jihyo and mina when you leave. You let her know that she will be taking your room and will make sure to clear it out before you leave. You say your goodbyes and leave back home and take this opportunity to spend time with Jisoo. You see the baby in the living room and go up to her crib. She is trying to reach the OT9 animal character dolls that are spinning on top of her crib. You place your finger out and she grabs your thumb. You see how big she has grown these past few months and how active she is. Reminds you of her mom and will get emotional knowing that you won't see her for two months. You take her out of her crib and put her in a stroller and walk around the nearby park. You try to take as many photos of her as you can and buy her a plushy. After an hour or two of walking around, you head home. You see Jihyo out on the porch waiting for you and Jisoo to arrive. You head to her and share the seat on the outdoor swinging couch. You tell her how much you love her and that you will miss her and try to call her every other day. You also let her know that you asked Jeongyeon to take your place and she is overjoyed. She gets to live with her member once again and will be excited to talk with her all day. You head back to the house and get ready for dinner.

“At dinner I'm a bit sad as I keep thinking about how I'm going to miss Jisoo, I want to spend a lot more time with her. At the very least I know she'll be in good hands. I'll take a look around the table, and keep the image of everyone ingrained in my memory.”

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wingsyouburn · 1 year

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"Don't cover your face, I want to see you." Ardeth/Rick/Evy if you please!

Um... this is going behind a cut because it is filthy, yet I don't think you'll mind ;)

Probably will ended up putting on AO3 later!

Ardeth leaned back in the bed, resting on his forearms. His hands fisted the sheets, willing his body to remain still as Evy undid his trousers. He’d ached all evening, through the meal they shared with others in his village, through the pleasantries of socializing afterwards. The O’Connells coming to visit was a reason for celebration with food, drink, and song.

If only the villagers realized the real reason for their arrival, and it had nothing to do with ancient artifacts, ruins, or undead creatures threatening to kill them all.

No, they were here for Ardeth, and Ardeth had been patient, waiting for their arrival. Only now, they were finally alone, in Ardeth’s bedroom. Evy took Ardeth’s cock in hand and stroked him, cooing softly. “It’s been too long,” she murmured. A pink tongue flicked over the head. “I expected you to ravage me the moment we set foot in town.”

He grunted, dragging a hand over his face. “You are worth the wait.” His eyes flicked over to Rick, lounging in the chair in the corner.

Rick reached inside his own pants, fisting himself. Soon it would be Ardeth’s hand, and Ardeth’s mouth, wrapped around that girth. His mouth watered in anticipation, even as Evy’s lips slid down Ardeth’s erection.

“All of us are out of patience,” Rick grunted. “Especially me.”

Ardeth vowed to tend to both of his lovers, ensuring they wanted for nothing while they were in his home and among his people. Yet he couldn’t focus, not when Rick teased him with his actions, and Evy with her sinful mouth. He rocked his hips into Evy, long hair falling into his face. He made no move to fix it, choosing instead to thread a hand into Evy’s hair.

“Don’t cover your face,” Rick said, “I want to see you. All of you.”

Evy arched her back and glanced over at her husband. “Greedy. You’ll get your turn.”

“And then I’ll take care of both of you.” Ardeth sat up, and, because Rick asked, tied his hair into a loose ponytail. “Better?”

With a shit-eating grin, Rick relaxed back into his seat and stroked himself. “Much.”

“Boys,” Evy drawled, “focus. Sex now, talking later.”

Rick chuckled. “You heard the lady.”

Ardeth couldn’t deny Evy or Rick anything. To have them both here was a gift, and he didn’t intend to waste it. Tonight was just the beginning.

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Ardeth and the flower crown!

Somewhere in tumblr land there was fanart of Ardeth in a flower crown and he looked so happy and I went to write a little piece and now I can't remember how I planned to finish it ._.

I do have a snippet!

Ardeth squinted against the midday sun, eyes ever scanning the open air market. Years spent on patrol left him on edge, always waiting for an unseen enemy to make an appearance, even when all should be well.

Ahead of him, Evy skipped from stall to stall, talking to each shopkeep as if they were old friends and asking about their wares. Her Egyptian was flawless, but her smile won everyone over. A basket draped over her arm, already filled with goodies from the market. Luckily Ardeth had made sure the horses’ saddlebags had enough room for everything Evy wanted to bring back to camp.

Likewise, they’d lost Rick at the weapons dealer at the opposite end of the market. Ardeth glanced over his shoulder at the broad-shouldered man, talking animatedly with the dealer and testing out blades. Rick, too, would be laded with goodies of the sharpest kind.

Ardeth remained between them, a watchful eye on both parties. He had no need for anything here at the market. Everything he wanted was already within his grasp. The two people who held his heart, happy, enjoying themselves, allowing Ardeth to remain by their side.

“Ardeth!” Evy flagged him down with a jump and a wave of her hand. “Over here!”

27 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

Fic: Welcome Home (The Mummy)

Title: Welcome Home

Fandoms: The Mummy

Characters: Evy Carnahan O'Connell, Rick O'Connell, Alex O'Connell

Pairing: Evy Carnahan O'Connell/Rick O'Connell

Rating: Gen

AO3 Tags: Parenting, Character Study

Summary: Rick meets baby Alex for the first time.

Notes: Based on this fanart from @the-french-belphegor on Tumblr, of Rick cuddling with Alex. I meant to clean this up and post it months ago, but life be like that sometimes. I hope you enjoy!

He thought he’d known fear. Those memories paled in comparison to the moment when the nurse laid the tiny baby into his arms. His son, his and Evy’s.

Read more at AO3!

28 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

Fairytale AU+Bed Sharing for Ardeth/Rick/Evy

*steeples fingers*

Evy is the princess who, of course, wanted to seek out adventure rather than stay in her ivory tower. Books are great, but there's more to the world than she can read.

Ardeth is her guard, appointed by her father, who has sworn to protect her with his life. Rick is the drifter they pick up along the way - Evy has taking a liking to him, of course, and like everyone Evy meets, she sweeps him up into their new adventure.

Of course, eventually, they need a place to stay. There's only one room at the inn. Rick doesn't know Evy is a princess. Ardeth is far too aware of it. Neither man is willing to take the one bed away from her. Her solution is to drag them both into said bed with her.

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My #1 post of 2022

35. filthy

(( Here you go, @ricochetoconnell! Hope you enjoy! ))

Dust and dirt were a constant reality in the desert. No matter how many times Rick wiped at his face or dabbed his brow, the gritty feeling remained. What he wouldn’t give for a hot shower or a cold glass of water to ebb the scorching heat.

But there was one upside to working on a dig with his new wife: Evy, too, carried her fair share of grime. Sand flew out of her hair when she shook out her ponytail. She touched her forehead and a streak of dirt remained. Filth lodged under her fingernails.

Evy’s bright smile remained. She made every moment worth it — especially when Rick thought he wouldn’t have anything else worth living for. Even now, when she bounced over to him, wrapped a sweaty arm around his shoulders, and pulled his head into a kiss.

Rick grinned against her. “Done for today?”

“The workers say it’s time. I want to keep going, but…” Her voice trailed off, and she shrugged. “It’ll be dark soon.”

“We’ll return to it in the morning.” Rick cupped her cheek. “You’re filthy, you know.”

She poked his stomach. “You know what they say about being filthy, don’t you?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“That getting clean is the best part.” She tugged on his hand. “Are you coming, Mr. O’Connell?”

God, he hoped he would be soon. “Of course, Mrs. O’Connell.”

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 2 years

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 172: What a Lovely Way To Burn, or, Killian Learns the Upsides of a Storybrooke Heat Wave

Pairing: Captain Swan

Summary: A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

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Genre: Season 3b canon divergence–I realize it was winter during 3b, but for this story’s purposes, I needed a very not-winterlike heat wave.

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Killian frowned fiercely as he felt a bead of sweat make its way down his back beneath his thin, cotton shirt. He’d long since shed his leather duster and even the vest beneath. Damn this infernal heat!

Had Swan brought him back to Storybrooke in that yellow vessel of hers, or to the pits of hell? Being a seaside burg, he’d been under the impression he was in for a temperate climate.

He had most assuredly been under the wrong impression.

This morning, when he’d ventured from his room into the common area of Granny's establishment, one of the other guests had turned on the moving picture box (the TV, he believed he’d heard someone call it), and a man stood before a map of the area and detailed the weather they could expect for the day.

“Well folks, we’re in for a hot one,” he said. “A heat wave of epic proportions is set to hit the Storybrooke metropolitan area today. Temperatures are expected to hit the high nineties. We might even hit triple digits! We haven’t seen weather like this since the curse broke–the first curse, that is. I have no idea what the weather was like during the missing year, mainly because I have no idea about anything during the missing year.”

Killian shook his head as he sipped at his morning coffee. First wicked witches, then flying monstrosities, and now a heat wave. Why had he ever come back from the Enchanted Forest?

Emma walked from the back room into the diner, her arm slung around her lad and a lovely smile on her face. Ah yes. This was why.

He’d endure far more than a hot day in order to be with her.

“Hey, Killian!” Henry said, hurrying over to his booth and taking a seat. “You guys making any progress on the skip you’re chasing?”

Killian hurriedly moved his left arm under the table so as to hide his hook from the lad. He knew Swan wished to keep up the ruse, as Henry’s memories had yet to return, but he wondered how much longer they could keep him in the dark. There were, after all, flying monkeys about, and Henry was a perceptive lad. He was bound to figure out something was amiss sooner or later.

Emma reached the table, face reddening. “Henry! You can’t just intrude on someone’s breakfast!”

Killian waved to the other side of the booth where Henry had already taken up residence. “It’s no intrusion, love. You both are more than welcome to join me.”

She smiled gratefully at him, before sliding into the booth. “Looks like it’s gonna be a hot one today,” she said, glancing up at the TV.

“Aye,” Killian said with a grimace. “So it would seem.”

“Hey Mom! Are you gonna be busy with your case all day?” Henry asked excitedly. “Maybe if you guys have a little extra time, we could go swim at the beach!”

Emma shrugged. “I mean, we’re kind of at a standstill right now. No sign of the Wick–uh, I mean the skip. I don’t see why we couldn’t get some beach time in. What do you think, Killian? Wanna join us?”

Killian’s smile lit up his entire face. “I’d be delighted.”

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By the time their beach excursion began, Killian was rethinking his state of mind. She was trying to kill him. There was no doubt about it. She was trying to burn him alive with desire–in a way that was most certainly not appropriate with her lad about.

It all started about an hour after breakfast ended and Killian, Emma,, and Henry went their separate ways. Swan had knocked on his door and presented him with the strangest article of clothing he had ever seen. They appeared to be short pants of some sort, but never had he seen pants like these. They were a deep, royal purple, and throughout were drawings of songbirds. Across the arse was emblazoned the single word “Charming”.

“So, I figured you probably didn’t have any swimming trunks,” she said, her tone a touch self-conscious. “I asked David if he had any spares, and he gave me these. Apparently Mary Margaret had them custom made to reflect who he is or something, and when I told him they were for you, he thought it would be hilarious. Told me to take pictures.”

“I’m…I’m meant to wear this to go bathing in your realm?” he asked, holding the abomination of an article of clothing between two fingers and pouring over it.

“I mean…you can’t exactly swim in your leathers,” she said.

He grinned saucily at her, playfully wiggling his eyebrows. “I could always not wear my leathers.”

She rolled her eyes, grinning and shoving him playfully. “Yeah, let’s try not to traumatize my son any more than we have to. Plus public nudity’s a crime. I’d rather not have to arrest you on my day off.”

He chuckled. How he’d missed this–the flirting, the playful teasing. He’d missed everything about her, but he’d especially missed how buoyant she made his spirits.

“Very well,” he conceded. “In the interest of not corrupting your son–and not seeing the inside of your brig–I shall wear these–what did you call them?--swim trunks. But what manner of shirt am I meant to wear?”

She looked flustered at that, averting her eyes. “Uh…well, most guys just wear the trunks and no shirt.”

He grinned again. “Why Swan, I’m shocked. If you wished me to get half-naked for you, all you had to do was ask.”

She rolled her eyes again.

Suddenly it occurred to Killian that he had one more difficulty that most men of this realm did not. He reached up to scratch behind his ear. “But what am I meant to do about this?”

He waved his hooked arm before her.

“Well, I mean, you can leave the brace and cuff on if you want,” Emma said, “but Killian, you can also take it off.”

“I rather doubt you wish to be subjected to the sight of my stump, love,” he said in a small voice, eyes looking at the carpeting. “The wound had to be cauterized and stitched quickly, and I’m afraid it is rather unsightly.”

She was silent for a moment, and then she reached up, turning his face toward her. “You don’t have to be ashamed of your missing hand, Hook. You know that, right? Neither Henry, nor I care about your stump. It’s just a part of you.”

He felt warmth suffuse him. Though he didn’t have Swan’s superpower for detecting lies, there was no doubt that she spoke with absolute sincerity and conviction. “Thank you for that.”

“Welcome,” she said breezily, “although I can’t guarantee Henry won’t ask you awkward questions about amputation. He is a twelve-year-old, after all. I’ll talk to him about appropriate topics of conversation.”

Killian chuckled. “I’m well aware of the inquisitiveness of the pre-teen lad. Not to worry, Swan.”

They stood smiling at each other for a moment, and if Killian didn’t know better, he’d have believed Emma wished for his company–perhaps even wished for a repeat of the kiss he’d tried at her apartment door (preferably without the knee to his nether regions this time). But after a moment, she seemed to think better of it, shaking her head slightly and taking a step back.

“Yeah, so I’m going to get Granny to put together a picnic for all of us. Meet out in front of the diner in, say, half an hour? We can take the bug down to the docks.”

“Sounds good, love.”

Seeing the blatant look of interest–maybe even want–in Swan’s eyes when he emerged from the diner and headed toward her vehicle almost made it worth his while to wear these absolute travesties of “swim trunks”.

“Like what you see, love?” he purred as he reached her, standing tall so his chest–bare of all but a generous peppering of hair–showed to full display.

Her cheeks reddened, and she stammered, “Just get in the car, Hook. Henry’s waiting.”

Apparently the lass was so flustered she couldn’t even come up with her normal witty repartee.

He grinned as he obeyed and got into her vehicle, but his grin turned to a groan when she reached over to help him with the buckle of the car’s restraint and her hand brushed his chest. Had the temperature suddenly risen even higher?

But it wasn’t until they reached the beach that Killian realized he was in serious danger of spontaneous combustion before this day was at an end.

While the lad ran toward the water, ready to frolic, Killian helped Swan spread colorful towels along the sand, and then she reached for the hem of the short, rather formless bathing dress she wore, and before he could divine what she was about, she pulled it up over her head, displaying far more creamy white skin than he had ever expected to see outside of his lurid daydreams. Indeed, she was clad only in two tiny swaths of fabric which left very little to his imagination.

Killian felt his jaw drop.

“Like what you see, Hook?” she asked, turning his own question back upon him.

For a moment he merely swallowed hard, unable to speak, sure his desire for this woman would consume him whole.

“It’s…” he began, voice squeaking like an inexperienced lad. He cleared his throat. “It’s rather…daring, isn’t it?”

She laughed, before sitting gracefully on her towel and rummaging in the bag she’d brought with her. “It’s called a bikini,” she said, “and I had my suspicions you may like it.”

“Is this the customary attire for women of this realm when bathing?”

She shrugged. “For some. Others like a one-piece suit, or some combination of the two. Have I shocked you, Hook? I never would have taken Captain Hook for a prude.”

He scoffed, before looking her slowly up and down in a way that brought the heat to her cheeks. “A prude I am not. I’m just not accustomed to seeing a woman in this state of undress outside of the bedchamber.”

“So my question remains,” she said, leaning toward him. “Like what you see?”

He groaned again. “Gods, yes.”

Henry took that moment to reappear. Probably for the best. The thoughts Killian was having were hardly conducive to a public place. “Hey guys, hurry up! The water’s perfect!”

“Hold on just a second before you go running off again,” Emma chided, reaching once again into her bag and pulling out a plastic bottle. “Don’t forget the sunscreen.”

Killian watched curiously as Swan opened the bottle and squirted a generous dollop of white, coconut scented cream onto her hand and then began applying it to the lad’s skin.

“What precisely is sunscreen?” he asked curiously.

“You don’t know what sunscreen is?” Henry asked with a raised eyebrow. “It keeps you from getting a sunburn.”

Killian felt his face reddening yet again. “I’ve lived a rather sheltered life, I suppose.”

Swan snorted. “A swashbuckling pirate leading a sheltered life? That’ll be the day.”

“A pirate?” Henry asked, turning to him with eager eyes. “You were a pirate?”

“Er…” he said, looking at Swan, unsure how he was meant to answer that.

“Uh–yeah,” Emma said. “Didn’t I tell you, Henry? Killian, um, well, he does this pirate reenactment show thing on a ship. That’s why he was dressed like that.”

For a woman with the ability to spot lies, she was hopeless herself at prevarication. The lad, however, did not seem to notice her falsehood. Instead, he looked eagerly back at Killian.

“A pirate? Like Captain Hook?”

Killian shot a startled look at Emma, but she just shrugged. “Aye, I suppose so.”

Henry narrowed his eyes. “You don’t look like Captain Hook. No curls or mustache or anything.”

“Perhaps,” Killian said, “the problem is that your Captain Hook doesn’t look like me.”

Henry shrugged. “Can I go back to the water now?”

Emma nodded and the lad scampered off.

“Nice save,” she murmured as soon as Henry was out of ear shot. “I need to be more careful what I say around him.”

“No harm done I suppose,” Killian said. “I find myself quite curious, though, to see a rendering of what your world believes to be Captain Hook.”

She laughed. “We have got to watch Peter Pan sometime. The look on your face when you see your Disney counterpart is going to be priceless.”

Killian raised one skeptical eyebrow. “Something tells me I’ll rather dislike what I see.”

She laughed again.

“The lad is perceptive, though,” Killian continued, going back to the main topic of conversation at hand. “He’s bound to–”

He stopped abruptly as he watched Emma squirt another generous dollop of the sunscreen onto her hand and then begin applying it to her arms, her legs, her chest, her stomach.

Was the woman trying to kill him?

“Bound to what?” she asked.

Killian cleared his throat. “Bound to notice things are amiss at some point or another.”

“Yeah,” she answered, sounding utterly unaware of what she was doing to him with her ministrations. “I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Hey, can you do my back?”

His eyebrows raised nearly to his hairline. “Do…your back?”

“Yeah,” she said, holding out the bottle to him. “I can’t reach it on my own, and I don’t want to burn.”

She…she wished him to rub lotion onto her back? She truly was trying to murder him, burn him alive with the want of her.

He must have taken too long to answer, because she turned toward him with questioning eyes–that slowly widened as she saw the look in his own eyes. “I…um…I can have Henry do it if you don’t want to.”

Killian closed his eyes and groaned. He was on fire, but what a lovely way to burn. “The wanting is not the problem,” he muttered. “But no matter. I’m fully capable of completing the task you’ve assigned me.”

As he applied the lotion, caressing her silky soft skin, moving steadily from the nape of her neck down toward her delectable arse, he began to wonder if he’d spoken the truth. The thoughts he was having were most assuredly NOT fit to be engaged in in public or in the company of a child.

He was in need of a cold and bracing shower.

“Come on guys! Aren’t you ever going to be ready?” Henry asked, running back to them once again.

Saved by the lad again!

“As it happens,” Killian said, getting to his feet, “I’m ready right now. Lead on my boy.”

What followed were several of the most enjoyable hours Killian had spent in years. He was reminded of the days of his boyhood before his mother had passed. She’d often take Liam and him down to the beach, where they’d frolic and play until the sun went down.

Killian helped Henry build a sand castle–complete with moat and drawbridge built of twigs they’d found along the shore. They swam, all three playfully splashing each other. They dined on sandwiches prepared by Granny, and they combed the beach for interesting rocks and seashells.

Finally, as afternoon turned to dusk and then night fell, it was time to return to the inn. They gathered their things and headed back to the car while Henry chattered a mile a minute about all they’d done that day.

Later, back at their rooms, Emma closed the door behind Henry and then turned back toward Killian. “Hey, thanks for joining us today,” she said, smiling happily up at him. “I think we all needed a little break from the stress of Wicked Witch hunting.”

He reached up and brushed a flyaway lock of hair behind her ear, returning her smile with a tender one of his own. “You’ve no need to thank me, love. It was my very great pleasure.”

She smiled again, looking at his eyes, and then focusing on his lips, her hands flexing at her sides. He wanted nothing in the world more at this moment than to pull her toward him and kiss her breathless–and from the way she was looking at him, it would seem she wanted the same–but Killian was determined to let her set the pace. And so he waited for her to make up her mind.

After a moment where the tension between them sizzled as hot as the pavement that day, she took a deep breath, and then stepped back. For a moment Killian felt an intense stab of disappointment, but then he schooled his features. Swan may not be ready to give herself over to her feelings for him yet, but they were there. If there was anything this day at the beach told him it was that.

He was a patient man. He could wait until she was ready to move forward.

“Well…” Emma said awkwardly after another moment. “Guess I better hit the sack. No doubt it’s only a matter of time before the next crisis hits. Need to get rested up.”

“Goodnight love.”

He watched as she disappeared into her room and then shut the door before turning to his own room across the hall. No, Killian had never been a fan of hot, summer weather, but if it was to afford him days like this, he may need to reassess his opinion.

Notes:

–Like many places in the U.S. right now, my little corner of the country is experiencing a significant heat wave right now. Some of the ladies on my OUAT Discord decided we should use that fact to our advantage–keeping in mind the fact that literally EVERYTHING can be made into a CS fic if you try hard enough. And when I think of heat waves, what comes to mind? Swimming–it may be the only outdoor activity that feels even remotely tolerable in weather like this. And with swimming involved, I could not resist introducing Killian to the modern wonder that is the bikini. I suspect Emma’s right. He’d rather like the article of attire when it’s being worn by a certain blonde savior-princess!

–But lest this fic venture into territory far more explicit than a T rated fic should, I decided to add Henry into their swimming excursion. And after all, who doesn’t love Captain Cobra and Captain Cobra Swan?

–Shout out once again to the ladies of the OUAT discord for helping me design the swim trunks David lent Killian.

NEXT CHAPTER -->

#cs friday fluff #cs ff #fluffy fridays #cs 3b canon divergence #maybe missing scene #hey this could have happened in canon right?#my fanfiction

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Against All Odds

Part 75

McCoy

His heart was pounding in his chest. Scotty was pale, but sitting up. McCoy just wanted to pull him close and know for certain he was alright.

“I think we’ll resume practice on Thursday,” Archer turned and said to the gathered swim team.

There were noises of agreement and the team slowly made their way to the change rooms. Uhura returned with the nurse. Scotty began to move to get up and McCoy was at his side in an instant. He had hold of one of Scotty’s arms. Even once the boy was standing McCoy was reluctant to let go.

Finally he did and Robbie took his place as he helped the nurse take Scotty away. McCoy rubbed a hand across his face, wiping away pool water and tears. He hoped no one had noticed those.

“Your highness. Miss Chapel.”

McCoy turned around to face Mr. Archer. Christine stepped close to his side.

“Very good work. You should both be proud of yourselves.”

“Thank you sir,” they said in unison. McCoy smiled at Christine.

“Your highness, Miss Chapel was on duty, why did you help?” Archer asked. It wasn’t a critique, just simple curiosity on the man’s part.

“Someone was in trouble.” McCoy shrugged. “I was close, it was the right thing to do.”

Archer nodded. “Thank you. Both of you.”

Another nod, and then McCoy began to walk towards the changing rooms with Christine.

“You alright?” Christine whispered at him.

“I think so,” he whispered back. “As long as he’s ok.”

Christine squeezed his arm. “He will be, thanks to your help.”

Dinner was quiet. McCoy hadn’t seen Scotty since the nurse had taken him away and he just wanted to crush the other boy to himself. He had taken a seat near the middle of the table. He wasn’t sure of himself if he sat too close to Scotty. He might say something and give it all away. He had a hard time not spending the whole meal staring at Scotty as it was.

McCoy brought his PADD to the lounge. He hadn’t replied to Leah since she had sent the article. He could use a bit of her levity at the moment.

“There he is!” Jim called loudly.

McCoy looked up as he walked. Jim was standing and waving at him. McCoy sighed. He just wanted some quiet. He should have stayed in his room. But then he wouldn’t see Scotty if the boy came in.

“The swim team’s new savior!” Jim announced. He led a round of applause.

McCoy had nothing to say. Every eye in the room was on him and it was making him uncomfortable.

“Come on, come sit,” Jim said.

McCoy sighed and sat down by Jim.

“Hello sir,” Spock greeted him. “Jim has informed me of your deeds this afternoon.”

McCoy rolled his eyes. “It was nothing.”

“Nothing!?” Jim exclaimed. “Not only did you set a new record you saved Scotty’s life!”

“Christine and Archer were there too,” McCoy said.

“And he’s modest!” Jim cried.

“Leave him alone Jim,” Christine said, walking up behind McCoy. “Come on, you don’t have to sit with him if he’s going to be that annoying.”

“Ooo,” Jim called behind them. “You just want him to yourself huh Christine?”

Christine turned a fierce look at Jim and he shut up.

“Thanks,” McCoy said as they sat on a different couch, away from Jim. “I was going to write to Leah.”

“Have you seen him?” Christine asked softly.

“He was at dinner, but we haven’t talked yet.”

“Archer’s got to change his mind after this,” Christine said.

“We can only hope.”

Part 76

Scotty

Archer walked over to the biobed the young Scotsman was sitting on. His face was as serious as ever and Scotty instantly lowered his head, afraid of what was to come.

He was surprised when Archer placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it.

"Are you alright, Mr. Scott?"

Scotty nodded slowly. He was okay. He had said it before. But people kept on asking. Dammit! Why were there tears forming in his eyes? And why couldn't he just blink them away?

"You could have drowned in that pool."

He couldn't tell what was resonating in Archer's voice. Was it anger? Or worry?

"Aye," Scotty replied. It was merely a whisper. He felt so ashamed for what had happened.

Archer sighed as he sat down on a close by chair. There was a PADD in his hands, Scotty realized only now.

"I... have to ask you some questions so that I can fill out the accident forms properly. Are you okay with that?"

Another nod. It was hard to speak.

"Why were you standing so close to the water?"

"I... I wanted to see Leonard... I-I mean our highness."

That was true. And it wasn't suspicious. Everyone had tried to get a good glimpse at the prince trying to get into the team.

Archer nodded and typed away. He had to make notes for his report.

"You know that you can't swim. Why did you still risk being pushed accidentally?"

Scotty swallowed.

"I... got carried away and wanted to cheer the prince on just like everyone else was. I... don't go that close to the pool normally."

A lump was forming in his throat as he talked.

More questions followed. About why he couldn't swim. About why the school didn't know about it. About why his former school hadn't noticed anything.

He answered all the questions as good as he could. He felt exhausted... and just wanted to get some privacy.

When Archer was finished with his interrogation, Scotty was looking down at the floor.

"I... am sorry, sir."

Archer just nodded before he stood up.

"Will... there be... consequences?"

He was so scared. He was scared that he'd have to leave the school now. That the secret would cost him his scholarship. But... he had been so embarrassed to tell people that he couldn't swim!

"I think nearly drowning is punishment enough."

That was true.

"A...aye, sir."

Archer headed for the door but not before looking over his shoulder one last time.

"Meet me at the pool after classes tomorrow."

Scotty looked up, confused.

"Sir?"

"You've gotta know how to swim. So that something like that won't happen again. And... I suppose I can offer some of my free time."

It surprised him. To hear that from Archer.

He... really wanted to teach him how to swim?

"T-thank you, sir."

After dinner he instantly went to his room. He couldn't stand the people staring at him like that. Everyone must know by now what had happened.

It felt horrible. Everyone knew that he, a seventeen-year-old boy, couldn't swim! It was so embarrassing.

He didn't want to go to the lounge. People would only laugh about him. He'd be the talk of the school.

His PADD bleeped so he slowly got up and grabbed it from his bag.

A message.

It was from Leonard.

The slightest smile formed on his lips as he opened the message and read it.

*Are you alright?*

He sighed.

*Aye.*

It took a moment before the next message followed.

*Can we meet?*

Scotty swallowed. He really wanted to see Leonard. To thank him properly. But... what if people saw them?

He hesitated. Before he agreed to meet. At the library. In twenty minutes.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds #oh jim #archer can actually be nice

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