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feverflushed · 2 years

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Eroding

(I haven't written a fic in years, but I love this man too much. He's perfect whump material. A massive thank you to @ghostlychill , who encouraged me to write for our Sweet Science Guy!

TW for mentions of death, chronic illness and brief mention of weight/thinness)

2 am.

The man sitting at the desk sighed, and the sigh immediately morphed into a low, rumbling cough.

This was going nowhere. The Hextech gem in front of him hissed angrily, and shifted its pieces, as if tempting him to try once again.

Viktor gave it a murderous glare. Why couldn't he get it to work? So many sleepless nights, weighing heavily on his frail body, yet his efforts had been fruitless.

Viktor moaned. His back and legs ached worse than usual, and the cough that had been bothering him for a few weeks tickled his throat constantly, sore lungs popping and crackling every time he inhaled.

A gentle knock at the door, a handsome, but tired face peeking in.

"Viktor? I was going home from a late Council meeting and saw that the lights were still on. Are you not going to bed?"

Viktor tried to stretch his stiff limbs, picking up his crutch.

"Yes… I was about to leave, actually. This is going nowhere."

With a weary smile, Jayce approached him, and put a hand on Viktor's shoulder protectively.

"You're doing your best. Like you said, these are uncharted waters. We've made so much progress. Tomorrow's another day, and I'll be here to assist you. I'm sure we'll manage to find a way to get it to work."

Jayce studied Viktor's features. The dark circles under his eyes were more prominent than usual, and oh God… had he lost more weight, recently? He looked so unwell, and tired. Did he even eat properly? Or… at all? Jayce doubted it. Under his hand, he could feel every single bone in Viktor's shoulder, and a sickly heat that dampened his shirt.

"Come Vik. You must be tired. Let's go to bed."

Viktor nodded wearily, and slipped the crutch under his arm.

He stood up.

And that's when it happened.

Jayce didn't see it coming. Viktor hunched for a moment with a low groan and the next thing Jayce knew was that his partner had slumped to the floor, motionless.

"Viktor!"

Heart hammering in his ears, Jayce was by his side in a heartbeat.

He checked his forehead. Burning. Hurried, raspy breaths escaped the scientist's parted lips, dotted by specks of blood.

Cursing, Jayce picked him up, and gasped at how light the man was. How long had this been going on? Could he have prevented this? The thought of how much he had been neglecting his partner since he became a member of the Council, felt like a hammer squashing his heart.

Quickly, Jayce left the laboratory with Viktor in his arms, rushing him to his bedroom.

Once they got there, he laid Viktor on the bed, and hurried to fetch something to cool him down.

He came back with a cloth and a bowl of cold water, and with shaking hands, he started stripping Viktor down to his underwear.

The smaller man was starting to come around, looking dazed and weak, cheeks glowing with fever. He squirmed a little when he saw Jayce trying to strip him down.

"S-stop… no…" he croaked, too weak to actually escape Jayce's touch.

"Shhhh Vik, it's okay. We need to bring down your fever, it's way too high. It'll be okay, I promise I'll take care of you…"

Slow, delirious tears started running down Viktor's cheeks, and Jayce's heart cracked. He fumbled with his partner's back brace, gasping a little at the sight of a terribly crooked spine, and visible ribs and hip bones. How could the man even breathe in this thing?

Then he undid the leg brace, heart breaking once again at the sight of wasted away muscle. No wonder he struggled to stay upright. He looked so much failer without clothes on, much to Jayce's concern.

He heard Viktor sniffle, and Jayce immediately cradled his face in his hands, laying a kiss on his blazing forehead.

"It's okay, Vik, I'm here, I'll take care of you. I promise."

Viktor nodded weakly, and launched into a nasty coughing fit. Low, rumbling, absolutely painful, his whole body spasming. Jayce held his hand until it was over, and then got to work.

Carefully, he patted down his partner's whole body with a cold cloth, and the man under his hands started to shiver and whine.

"I know, I know it's cold. But water will evaporate and disperse some of the heat. See? It's all science!" Jayce tried to maintain a cheery voice for Viktor's sake, but in reality, he was terrified.

He tried to recall what his mom did for him when he had fevers as a kid.

He went to fetch more washcloths and ice packs, putting them where the blood flow was more intense. Under Viktor's knees. Armpits. Groin. Back of the neck.

Sighing, Jayce dipped in water another cloth, wrung it and held it to Viktor's forehead, gently brushing his chestnut locks away.

The scientist had gone silent, tears still running down his cheeks. Surely, he was feeling terrible.

"I'm here, Viktor."

A soft hum in response between ragged breaths.

"I'll stay with you tonight, and I'll call a doctor first thing in the morning. I'll take care of you, I promise. I'll make you some sweetmilk in a while, I know you love it."

Jayce gently brushed away the sweat from Viktor's forehead, and glazed, unfocused amber eyes met his.

"T… thank you…" Viktor slurred, the accent Jayce loved so much thicker than usual.

"Don't mention it!"

They sat in silence for a while, the muffled sounds of Piltover's night only interrupted by Viktor's congested inhales and exhales.

"Jayce… I'm scared. Am I going to die?"

The other man's breath caught in his throat.

"No, Viktor. I won't allow it. You're just really sick right now. You're not going to die. Not on my watch!"

The scientist coughed and gulped noisily.

"I can feel my body eroding…"

It wasn't the first time Viktor said that. Of course, Jayce didn't know what it meant living with a failing body. But his partner's words hurt so much that he almost started crying.

"We'll find a solution. Science is on our side. Don't lose hope."

Viktor nodded weakly, eyelids starting to flutter. In a few minutes, his breaths became more even. Sleeping, at last.

Jayce allowed a single tear to roll down his cheek, ad he changed the cold compress on his partner's blazing forehead.

"Sleep tight, Vik. We'll make it through this together. I love you."

#it's a vik sickfic!#ar/cane #fevers #caretaking #whump

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jenivi · 3 years

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today’s the day, splatoon 3 summoning circle

#i think we will have more of a chance for news now that its closer to the end of this year!! fingers crossed #its ok if not tho; i can wait and its best for them to take their time #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon3 #splatoon2 #splatoon 2 #marina #pearl #marie #callie #off the hook #squid sisters #jenivi rant #my post #its a crooked circle but shhhh

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theepisceswriter · 3 years

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Prompt 47 and 49 with Armin please if that's okay. Also congrats on 300 girl! 🧡

300 MILESTONE EVENT.

Prompt #47: “you sound so pretty when you moan” + Prompt #49: “I’m going to put a baby in you tonight.”

♡ TW: I didn’t proofread so if you see any typos shhhh, public sex, breeding kink, mature things duh, 18+, MINORS DNI or I’ll bite your ankles

♡ WC: 1.8k cause I got carried away besties

You weren’t quite sure what to think when Armin woke you up earlier than usual for the two of you with his bright blues staring directly into your eyes and a smile wide enough on his lips to show off the small dentition that he had on the right side of his cheek, easily missable if you hadn’t spent most of your time observing his soft beautiful features on his face.

“Come on, get up and get dressed and meet me in the car in like twenty minutes. We’re going to the beach!” He spoke up once he felt that you were at a conscious enough level to take in his words, not even staying a second longer after those words left his mouth, but jumping off of the bed and heading immediately to what you presumed to be the direction of the car. You had no choice but to protest against his orders or complain about the good slumber he had woken you up from. Instead you followed his directions and got dressed with nothing to go off except for the fact that the two of you were going to the beach.

Curses slipped past your lips underneath your breath constantly throughout your whole routine and even throughout the duration of the car ride; Armin’s overtly bubbly mood this early in the morning causing confusion upon confusion, but still you smiled from ear to ear as you watched him sing his heart out to the cheesy pop song on the radio, enjoying the subtle serenade he was giving you and even joined him towards the end of the song. Giggles and jokes from the both of your terrible singing filling up the car. Your semi sour mood from earlier already being pushed to the back of your mind.

The sunshine that kissed your skin when you stepped out of the car moments later filled you with a warmness all over and it was then that you were grateful Armin decided to force you out of the house today.

“Are you finally going to tell me what we’re doing here?”

“A picnic!” He answers you in a sing song voice as he makes his way around the car to the trunk where he removes all the needed supplies for your rendezvous, handing the picnic over to you once his hands got too full.

“A picnic?”

“Yeah, there’s nothing wrong with that I hope?”

“Not at all,” You’re quick to answer him with the shake of your head and soon a smile creeps its way onto your features, “I’ve just never been on one before.”

“Well, I’m honored to be your first.” Though his tone is teasing, his smile is wide enough to crease the corner of his eyes letting you know that there was some genuity in his words.

The two of you took your place on a spot where the concrete sidewalk met the sand, deciding that you didn’t want to be directly in the sand just incase it got in the food you two had packed with you which consisted of sandwiches, strawberries, a mini charcuterie board, and even champagne to be more on the boujie side. The choices of food showing that Armin had planned this out thoroughly and put quite some thought into it. Not to mention that few people occupied the space where you two were at, too early in the morning for people to come flocking to the beach.

Laughs, reminiscing, and conversations about everything and nothing filled up a good portion of your picnic. The warmth and breeze of the beach adding to the feelings of security and comfort you felt by Armin’s side, the glances his blue eyes would give you making you feel loved and appreciated without him even having to open up his lips, but still he does: “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I got lucky enough to get someone as beautiful, kind, and smart as you in my life.”

His words left your cheeks warming up and not from the harsh rays of the sun, each one of his words hitting you in your gut and leaving your stomach fluttering with butterflies. Before your lips could even open up to request a stop to his compliments his lips are on yours in an instance, molding so perfectly against your like they always did, like they were made exclusively for yours like he claimed so many times. What started off as a sweet passionationate kiss in the sun quickly switched gears to something more sensual. Armin’s tongue sliding past your lips and teeth to gently swirl around yours, the remnants of the strawberries and champagne on your buds warranting a soft groan out of his mouth.

Before you knew it, the soft padding of his hand is travelling up your thighs and spreading the soft flesh with his palm, gripping it lightly but not moving another inch just to mess with you. But the moment you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer into the kiss he gives in, hand disappearing underneath the fabric of your sundress and immediately allowing his middle and index finger to travel up to the thin fabric of your underwear and massage your clit.

“Armin,” You pulled away with flushed cheeks and a breathy moan to scan the environment around the two of you. Though there still seemed to be no people around except for a few strangers scattered far away at the waters of the ocean, there was no telling how it might change in the next couple of minutes. Because there was no stopping your lover once he got started.

“Don’t worry about anyone around us. Focus on me.” Though his tone was sweet and soft as ever, the action of his fingers moving your panties to the side to give his middle finger access to run up your slit was the complete opposite. And focus on him you did indeed, face trying to remain stoic as ever and even going as far to tuck your bottom lip between your teeth to hide the moan that dared to escape from your lips when you felt the pressure of his middle finger entering your cunt with ease.

“You’re so wet for me already baby, did I do this to you, hm? I got you this wet?”

You nod in an attempt to keep your mouth closed knowing the next time you opened it a moan would slip out with ease and possibly catch the attention of those at the water despite their distance from you two, but he wasn’t having any of that. His index soon followed his middle one, curving up against the soft spongy part of your insides that he knew got a reaction out of you no matter what and he was right because a stifled moan left your lips soon after. “That’s my girl,” He praised, fingers beginning to move in a constant beckoning motion inside of you, “Give me some more moans, come on. I want to know that I’m doing a good job.”

Bullshit, he always knew he did a good job. No one, not even you, was able to work your body the way that he did. Get reactions out of you that you didn’t even know you had in you and make your body do things that you didn’t even know that you could do.

“Y-You always make me feel good.” You finally let out, lips connecting back to his to silence your moans once more, but he only allows you to kiss for so long before he’s pulling away, your head resting in the crook of his neck to hide the expressions of pleasures that find its way onto your features and to muffle your moans so only he can hear them.

“You sound so pretty when you moan for me. I wish all these people here could hear how pretty you sound for me, know how good you’re feeling.” It was these words that finally brought you to your orgasm, eyes shutting tightly, toes gripping on to the blanket underneath them, and walls clenching around his fingers as he purposefully pumps them into you quickly to let you ride it out until his fingers were soaked with your orgasm.

He gives you no time to recover from the orgasm you only experienced seconds ago before he’s tapping at your hips for you to lift them as he moves to remove your underwear from underneath your dress and placing them inside of the picnic basket you brought along with you. In those few seconds you decide that missionary would be too obvious even with the few people that surrounded you, so you make the decision to push Armin on his back and take a position where you;re straddling him from above. A smug look on his face as he watches your nimble fingers work at unzipping his jeans, hips lifting to allow you to pull his boxers down enough for his erection to come smacking against his fabric clad stomach, the tip flushed and pink with precum leaking from it showing that he had been wanting just as much as you had for the last few minutes.

“Fuck, y/n,” An airy grunt leaves his lips when he pushes his hips up against yours and slides deep inside of you with one swift motion, hands going to your hip to hold you in place with each deep long stroke he sent up in you.

“Just like that,” You let out the prettiest sounds that are music to Armin’s ears from below and encourage him to buck up into you faster at a pace that has your tits bouncing against his face, his hand going up to pull the top of your dress down to expose them and mouth opening to catch one of your nipples into it. “Your cock feels so good, Armin.”

“Yeah? Yeah?” He breathes out, hand dropping underneath your dress to rub at your clit in sloppy circles trying to get you as close to your orgasm as he is right now. You feel so good and warm around him and the way you clench around him has his eyes rolling to the back of his head, he can’t help but allow that warmth in the depth of his stomach to accumulate more and more with each thrust up into you.

“I’’m going to put a fucking baby into you tonight, y/n, but you’d like that wouldn’t you? You’d like to grow round with my seed and be my personal breeding toy, wouldn’t you?” With each word that leaves his lips makes his thrusts harder and faster at the thought and it’s the only warning you get before warm strings of cum are shooting up into you. Instead of pulling away and letting the two of you gather yourself and get clean Armin holds you in this position for a while, face planted in your chest as he heaves against it coming down from his orgasm.

“Let’s stay like this for a while.” He suggests in between a breath, adjusting his head so he’s looking back up at you, sly smirk on his features, “Make sure my cum stays inside of you and so you can keep my cock nice and warm.”

#thank you so much bestie! ily and I hope you enjoy!#300 Milestone Event.#armin arlet x reader #armin arlet smut #aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut #attack on titan #armin arlert #Spicy.#aot imagines

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cotccotc · 3 years

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☾ * ゜𝟭:𝟰𝟮 𝗮𝗺 | "𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦?"

set in the domus amoris universe !

genre/s: fluff/romance, established relationship au, hyunjin x gn reader

warning/s: suggestive..? i guess?

wc: ~840

a/n: don’t look at me i’m simping shhhh also i’m probably gonna cringe at this later but i hope you enjoy lol

☾ * ゜・．

“you like them a lot, don’t you?” he asks you. it’s as close to a whisper as he can muster, though an undertone of low, raspy sleepiness just nearly pokes through. you’re tracing shapes along the curves of his arm, humming a soft song as your body lulls itself to sleep. his hand is attached to your waist, rubbing the slowest, barely-there circles into the fabric of your t-shirt with the pad of his thumb.

“hm?” you reply groggily, continuing your fluttery movements against hyunjin’s skin, illuminated by the moonlight seeping through the blinds. the stripes of light cast a hazy, blue-tinted glow over the whole room. your eyes are struggling to keep themselves open, but their focus on the toned slopes of muscle underneath your fingertips never wavers.

“my arms. you seem to like them.” he slips the other arm under the pillow on which his head rests. he smiles. you aren’t paying attention, but hyunjin’s eyes haven’t left your face since you laid down tonight.

you pause, opting to skim the tips of your middle and ring finger up from his wrist to his shoulder in one long, smooth motion. “i like everything about you,” you admit, finally meeting his gaze. sure enough, the light of the moon takes up everlasting residence in his irises. if you didn’t know it any better, you’d assume that mother nature had hand-plucked her most lustrous stars and placed them carefully inside the deep, vast universe contained in his pupils.

he shifts closer to you, taking more of you in his grasp and repositioning his soft caresses to the small of your back. you place your hand on the side of his face; your thumb brushes gently over his cheekbone as you tuck the lingering strands of his satiny silver hair behind his ear with your index finger. “everything about me?” he asks in response. you nod. yet, he’s not entirely convinced. no matter how many times you reassure him - hold him, compliment him, profess your affections - hyunjin never seems able to fully accept the fact that you are totally, undeniably, sometimes edging on embarrassingly his. only his.

he savors your touch, blinking his eyes closed. then, after staying like this for a moment, he takes your hand and moves it behind his head as he leans into your face, latching his lips onto yours. your eyes flutter shut as you kiss him back, delighting in the sweet taste and lush softness of his lips while your fingers brush themselves through his hair. every time feels like the first. the way he guides the intertwining of your bodies and the flow of the kiss feels almost heavenly. maybe that’s what’s trickling through the window pane; heaven’s knowing glisten.

once you both break away with a subtle sound of detachment, you slowly open your eyes. “you promise?” hyunjin asks. he places a few extra kisses upon your jaw, ambling silently down to your neck.

instead of answering his question, you wrap your leg around his body, raising yourself to straddle his waist despite your fatigue. he welcomes your position, his hands traveling from your thighs to your hips as you lean down to kiss him again. deeper, closer, more intimate - never straying away from angelic; your hands cupping the sides of his face as you absorb each other’s presence��

you withdraw from his lips once again, wrapping your arms around him. he does the same, solidifying a tight hold around your body. “i do,” you murmur. he breathes deeply, inhaling your scent as if it’s the last time he’ll ever get to relish in its presence. yet, he then takes you in his arms and gently rolls the two of you over until you’re resting on your back, looking up at him with wonder. the tips of his silky hair tickle your cheek as he rests his arms carefully on either side of you. butterflies form in your stomach once you observe the way they tense up in your peripheral vision. you really do mean what you’d said.

“forever?” he blinks, his glossy, tired eyes darting between yours in search of the same galaxy you’d gotten the pleasure of witnessing in his.

“forever,” you respond, prophetically and absolutely.

hyunjin relaxes, carefully laying upon you with his head placed in the crook of your neck, aligned with the spot he’d kissed so delicately moments prior. he does so once again, taking care not to leave any marks. as he drapes his arm across your waist, you ask, “you like it a lot, don’t you?”

he lets out a breathy giggle. “your neck?”

“mhm.”

“i do. i like everything about you,” he whispers in return before tending to your jaw once again. eventually, as your eyes come to a final close for the night, so do his. yet, nevertheless, the moon and the stars prevail, gleaming on the two lovers whose hearts lay still and full under their gaze. i hope you dream about me, hyunjin thinks. i hope you always dream about me...

☾ * ゜・．

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writing-is-a-martial-art · 2 years

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Find the word tag

Tagged by the lovely @emelkae, thank you!

My words are sad, stand, subject, and symbol.

Sad, from the cursed knight WIP:

"Right…" Lekha stared at their leg with something between horror and scientific interest, waiting for the thing to glow or start sprouting feathers.

“Ilia, we talked about this,” I tried to make my tone sound reproachful, but then remembered how shaky xir grasp on tones and other secondary cues was and added, “You broke a promise. That makes me sad. And Lekha here would be sad to have scales on their legs for the rest of their life.”

Stand, also from the cursed knight WIP:

Xir hair, which was a mixture of black, some silver lining the temples and radiant purple patches here and there caused by some experiment – an attempt to restore xir long-gone eyebrows, if I remember correctly – was tied in a sort of loose ponytail which suffered from the explosion, standing on end in a solid, stalagmitic state. Xir face and glasses were covered in soot, as well as xir at-some-point-white apron, but xe seemed not to mind, xir smile as bright as ever.

Subject, from On Weather and Everybody’s Health, which is supposed to be in play format but shhhh I’m still figuring out how to do those:

N: A person went missing yesterday.

The king: People go missing all the time.

N: A bit too often, one might say.

The king: your people tend to wander into places they cannot wander out of. That is not the fault of my subjects.

N: Your subjects leave open doors that humans cannot see or avoid. That is called setting traps.

The king: Call it as you will. My people do not come here, as per our agreement.

Symbol, from In the Library, 100 Years After the End of the World:

With that, they reached for the circle, wiping away the black, glistening symbols.

“You really are an interesting case.” The demon laughed.

Its figure, which looked so real, began turning into smoke.

“Remember, if you ever decide to buy a soul…” its voice sounded distant now, the words so faint it was easy to think one imagined them, “or sell one, we’ll always be here.”

The room turned silent. The crooked, ugly circle of machine oil was empty. The last flashlight blinked and turned off.

Tagging (no pressure): @carefulpyro @euphoniouspandemonium @enchanted-lightning-aes @pandawriterstuff and anyone who wants to, open tag! Your words are: lip(s), strange, quick, and dark.

#oleg's writing #the cursed knight WIP #wip: in the library 100 years after the world ends #wip: ow&eh

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clearlynotjanus · 3 years

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Loceit Appreciation Week: Day Two, Crook/Aftermath

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Chapter Summary: As the aftermath of choosing to attend Lee & Mary-Lee's wedding over Thomas' big acting break approaches, Janus extends Logan an unprecedented olive branch that results in the pair inadvertently working together.

CW: Drinking mention, very brief religion mention, philosophy Word Count: 3703 Genre: Gen, Hurt/comfort Rating: Gen Ships: Slowburn Loceit, pre-established Dukeceit, pre-established Intrulogical, slowburn intruloceit

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April 13th was rapidly approaching and with each passing hour, Thomas sank deeper into denial. Indecision welled as he went back and forth on the subject matter; callback or wedding, callback or wedding, the opportunity of a lifetime or a petty social engagement -- ugh. There was nothing resolute about his choice, about Roman’s choice. It was impulsive, fueled by the short lived desire to be seen as a good person. The kicker was that, even though Thomas was beginning to see this much, it didn’t matter. He would continue burying the realization under mounds of repression while justifying his discontent every way he could manage, grasping at every straw and still coming up short.

And Janus was supposed to help him, obviously. Repression may have been Patton’s speciality at times, but lying was his jurisdiction; even and especially when those lies were told to himself -- Thomas’ self. He was expected to disregard the resentment in his heart and perform his function. Well, if Thomas could make questionable decisions, then so could Janus, and he decided that they would all find it very difficult to cope when Thomas suddenly found himself incapable of lying on the wretched day. Maybe then Janus’ argument would be taken seriously -- but that was assuming Thomas would even notice.

Stewing in these thoughts, Janus shifted in his seat. Remus, used to his malcontented fidgeting, never spared a glance, however Logan seemed to finally have had enough.

“Are you alright, Janus?” Logan asked from his position, diagonal from the other. His tone was more annoyed and straightforward than concerned. He had genuinely been interested in the show Remus had put on but found it impossible to concentrate with Janus’ excessive sighing and movement.

“I suppose,” Janus lamented, resuming his contemplative silence. Perturbed, Logan adjusted his glasses and resigned himself to sitting back.

“Well, if there’s anything to be done,” Logan offered mindlessly, allowing his sentence to trail off as his focus resumed on the television.

“Well there is one thing,” Janus seized the opportunity after a brief pause, leaning forward with a hushed tone. Logan blinked at the sudden intensity of Janus’ charm.

“And that would be?” He responded dubiously, glancing almost nervously at Remus who seemed utterly absorbed by the show, sparing no attention to either of them. Similarly, Janus opened his mouth to begin speaking, but then inhaled as he registered the fact of Remus in the room still.

“Join me in the kitchen for a moment?” Janus stood fluidly, “I think we could use a drink,” he excused the thinly veiled shift before turning and exiting for the kitchen.

Confused, Logan sat up, only then realizing how much he had leaned towards Janus in the moment. The back of his neck itched with a familiar heat and he cleared his throat.

“I guess I’ll be--” Logan started to explain but Remus quickly waved a hand and shhhh’d him aggressively. With a small smile, Logan pressed a brief kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek, earning a soft sound of appreciation before standing and following after Janus.

Logan entered as Janus finished pouring a second glass of wine. Assuming the other already filled was for him, Logan accepted and rested a hip against the counter. He crossed an arm under his elbow and watched Janus cap the wine with expectation in his raised chin, but Janus didn’t start speaking until he brought the glass to his lips.

“Something’s coming, you do realize,” he said while meeting Logan’s eyes carefully, his voice low and smooth like a secret. Janus followed his sentence with a slow sip. Logan took the pause to formulate his answer.

“That depends entirely on what you mean by ‘something,’” Logan replied hesitantly, but with a loosely concealed air of knowing.

The date of Lee and Mary-Lee’s wedding was of little importance to him, though the ramifications on Thomas’ stress levels were vexing. The two were connected, obviously, Logan wasn’t so ignorant as to pretend otherwise; however, he couldn’t empathize nor sympathize with Thomas’ decision -- or Roman’s decision, rather. If providing support for his friends was truly paramount, then why was Thomas stressed? He was unable to sleep soundly despite understanding Remus’ behavior now. Similarly unable to concentrate on work, thoughtlessly picking at his food, distracted by persistent and troubling thoughts of guilt, remorse, and failure.

“But yes,” Logan shook his head, conceding. “Something is coming and we’re all bound to talk in circles again.” He sighed and took a sip that quickly turned into a gulp from his glass.

“They never do listen to you,” Janus pointed out sympathetically and Logan frowned, looking away. “That isn’t your fault, of course,” he quickly soothed the burning truth but Logan remained silent for several long moments. Before he spoke again, he brought his glass up for another long drink.

“It is true though,” Logan admitted with a sigh. It was Janus’ turn to frown. They were all so ignorant to ignore Logic of all sides. How Logan had kept his patience for this long was beyond him.

“I don’t know how to make them listen,” Logan whispered, stare unfocused across the room. “Sometimes they do but,” his shoulders deflated and he rolled his eyes back up to Janus’ face, his lips lined in resigned disappointment. “More frequently they take my lessons in the opposite direction and come up with some alternative and pointless meaning,” Exasperation leaked into his tone. Janus exhaled in the following silence.

“Well, my favor,” he started after a moment and Logan blinked up, suddenly remembering what this conversation was supposed to be about, “with that in mind, is less for me than it is for you.”

Logan’s brows creased as his eyes narrowed, not in suspicion but in confusion. He opened his mouth, intending to ask how that could possibly be, but his breath was quickly stolen by Janus’ delicate hand on his shoulder as he began to leave.

“When the time comes,” Janus whispered almost directly into Logan’s ear as he leaned in. Goosebumps raised along his arms and his stomach knotted in a way he was beginning to associate with Janus specifically. “Rely on me.”

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Another debate spent as an observer, reduced to an annoying popup ad not even most of the audience bothered to pause for; too enthralled with the meaningless, cyclical conversation enduring above. At least Logan could console himself with the idea that some people were reading what he had to say. Thomas, at the very least, already knew everything he was saying. Logic wasn’t a feeling after all but something deeply embedded. A fact that only added fuel to the fire of frustration but that wasn’t something he was concentrating on currently.

Then Patton finally asked for his input directly. Logan already knew that Patton wouldn’t like what he had to say, but it was what Thomas needed to hear; the reality that’s been lying underneath every decision they’ve ever made. It was something Patton actively avoided thinking about. The fact was that his view and use of empathy was far more akin to pity, a feeling that only thinly veiled the nihilistic complex Morality had gotten entangled with in Thomas’ youth. “God,” “fate,” and “nothingness;” were all just terms for relinquishing control of one’s life. A habit that was clearly getting Thomas into situations that weighed on him heavily.

Logan began with reciting the source material: pity runs counter to the instincts that preserve and enhance the value of life. Friedrich Nietzche’s The Anti-Christ. A fantastic read about Nietzsche's claim that Christianity is a poisoner of western culture with its inherent apathy central to westernization. That wasn’t the first sentence nor was it the opening statement of the section he was referring to, but it was a perfectly adequate summary. However Logan didn’t even finish half of his following sentence explaining Nietzche’s philosophy before a yellow and black button appeared on his textbox. Skip all -- click. No hesitation.

No second thought.

Well, Logan did say that he was making his facts optional this time.

Something hard suddenly wrapped around his throat and the next thing Logan knew, he was being violently torn away from the scene.

Upright on his feet, he landed in a familiar place. Blinking around the shadowy corners of the Dark Side living room, Logan cleared his throat and adjusted his tie with tense hands. How unnecessarily brutal, he thought.

“Oh hey, Lolo!” Remus greeted from the couch, suddenly realizing his forced entrance. “De -- I mean Jan just left!” A pause. “Wait,” he said slowly like he suspected them of something, but when he continued, he sounded humored again. “Did he send you to babysit me while he went and fucked with the Light Sides?”

Logan sighed, shoulders deflating. “It seems that way,” He conceded, piecing different puzzle pieces together but still getting the same result as Remus. “What are you doing, then,” Logan asked in a rather flat and tired tone as he sat down next to his boyfriend, who proceeded to gush about the diagram he had been sketching for a new building in his Duchy.

Logan guessed Janus had sent him here, in proximity and obligation to Remus, rather than stewing by himself in his room in case he found himself disagreeing with how this had been handled. Which he did, but only with the execution, and not enough to stop Janus at this point. Rely on me, Janus had said a few days ago now and at the time Logan had clammed up from the situation. Janus’ lips pressed against his ear, a hand on his shoulder, wine coursing through his blood; his mind had raced with possibilities and it wasn’t until now that Logan realized what a brilliant set up it had been.

Hopefully Janus got through to the others easier than him. Historically that hadn’t been the case yet but there was a severe lack of data to infer from. Logan had many chances to convince the others of various rationale at this point. Janus had only the opportunity twice. It was only fair that Logan would rely on him then, and try not to be bitter about it. They had been getting nowhere when he was involved and the only Side Logan could blame was Patton.

Minutes ticked by before Logan detected an opening for further input. Janus struggled with his metaphor, faltered and Logic appeared. Not that any of you care, he began speaking only really to Patton and Roman, but I am unharmed. Janus reacted negatively, perhaps assuming Logan was upset with him for the intrusion -- And I don’t want to talk about it. He wasn’t upset. At least not with Janus.

His explanation ensued and in a rare occurrence, everyone listened. Whether that was due to Janus having gotten their attention focused on the issue at hand or Logan finally having a convincing argument, in the moment he wasn’t sure. However nothing really spoke to the fact that Janus was an emotionally inclined Side more than the way he reacted to Logan putting a legitimate name to his stance; Effective Altruism. His expression was full of clear fascination at being taught something, intrigue to know more, attentive listening; it was Janus’ debut discussion on the stage all over again. The first time Logan had been so explicitly asked for frequent contributions in what had felt like forever. Logan easily fell back into the comforting feeling of being heard -- before sinking out and preventing himself from witnessing anymore absurd contradictions.

After leaving of his own volition to his room, Logan fell back on his bed with a sigh and removed his glasses. Everything was very difficult, he thought, pinching the bridge of his nose; and it would always be difficult as long as Patton continued to be so frustratingly obtuse. Well, at least Janus got it, but seeing that he had an easier time getting through to the others felt bitter. It really did boil down to some … fallacy of Logic, didn’t it.

Logan lost track of time in the mire of his thoughts, at some point having opened his eyes to stare blindly at the ceiling. Everything had calmed down in the living room it seemed. Thomas was now preoccupied with his friends and the Sides were released to continue with their day. Only Logan wasn’t sure what it was he should be doing. A familiar question floated through his mind like an astringently sweet memory; was he even necessary?

“Well don’t you look comfy.”

“Janus,” Logan sat up and rushed to shove his glasses on.

“Oh sorry,” Janus whispered, gesturing with a limp wrist. “Was I interrupting? Were you experiencing an emotion? Should I leave?” Janus teased with drama in his soft voice. Logan cleared his throat.

“Considering you’re already here, no,” He stood and adjusted his tie. “Why are you here? I thought everything was taken care of.”

“It is,” Janus reassured smugly but then slowly crossed the room towards Logan, his eyes and fingertips indulgently dragging along the books lining the wall. “Are you saying I can’t visit?” He paused in front of Logan with pouting lips and a hurt expression. Standing a few inches too close, he reached a gloved hand to smooth the back of Logan’s mussed bed hair. “Check up on you?”

“I didn’t say that.” Heat overtook his face as he quickly looked away, dislodging the hand in his hair with the movement. “You can. I just wasn’t expecting you.” Janus frowned.

“I don’t know why,” he replied, quietly astounded. Didn’t they have an agreement? Why wouldn’t he come to...debrief or whatever after all that? Janus’ lips pursed in a wounded expression as he watched Logan take steps away, looking everywhere but up at him. “That’s beside the point however.” He huffed a soft sigh and tilted his head, attempting to meet Logan’s eyes. “You’re very angry, aren’t you?” He guessed. For once Logan wasn’t denying any of his emotions which was both progress and rather troublesome. The misguided assumption prompted Logan to finally acknowledge his gaze again at least. Janus thought his face was rather unreadable.

“No,” Logan shook his head, giving his own heavy sigh. “Frustrated,” he admitted like Janus was pulling his teeth.

Janus hummed with understanding, raising his chin with a nod. “Well I apologize,” He offered seriously, lifting half of his mouth in a genuine expression. “Perhaps I should’ve been a tad more explicit beforehand,” Janus shrugged shallowly, willing to admit his fault. “It did work however, so I thank you for relying on me. As ... difficult as that may have been.” Janus finished, all too aware of how manipulated Logan might feel; how artificial the moments of closeness they had together lately must suddenly seem -- and while Janus wouldn’t put that sort of thing past himself, it wasn’t true in this case.

“No,” Logan shook his head, blinking at Janus’ seriousness. “I’m not frustrated with you,” he explained slowly, diverted from his frustration for a moment in the misunderstanding.

“You’re not?” Confusion mixed with intrigue on Janus’ face. “Well, what are you frustrated with then?”

Logan rapped knuckles against his desk in thought, looking away from Janus again and down at the action. It was with pride that he regarded himself as Thomas’ language center. Words came easily to him, most of the time. Struggling to phrase things wasn’t an obstacle he faced frequently. However, more often than not, Janus made this part of his job difficult. At the same time, it wasn’t something he’d blame Janus for. It wasn’t Janus’ fault Logan thought he was captivating, distracting. Beautiful.

Logan’s knuckles went still on the desk. “As usual, I find myself frustrated with emotions.” Janus’ brow twitched; was it not just frustration he was feeling? Was there something more he couldn’t articulate? “More specifically,” Logan continued and rolled his eyes back up at Janus, “I’m frustrated with Patton, which is nothing new.”

“Ahh,” Janus breathed, the sound turning into a gentle chuckle. If he had been worried, the concern began to melt away. “Yes,” he nodded slowly, “I can easily imagine that.” Janus thought on their own interaction before his arrival here, in Logan’s room. It was ... very awkward. Patton seemed unwilling to discuss the matter further, or perhaps Janus had just been trying to beat a dead horse. “He’s very naive and difficult to communicate with.” Janus scrunched his nose.

Historically, he had an easy enough time understanding Patton. He was soft, liked to see the best in people even when he had very clear evidence not to. Patton was emotional and stubborn. There wasn’t anything too complicated about him that Janus didn’t get. It was when he attempted to employ the reverse of Patton understanding him where tragedy struck. For someone who boasted about empathy, Morality had an awful time seeing where Janus came from.

“Yes, precisely. He’s so stubborn,” Logan agreed enthusiastically. As he continued, he began to gesture wildly, speaking with his hands as much as his words to convey his growing level of frustration. “It’s incredible that you’re able to get through to him so effectively when I have been trying to do the same for years now. I mean, stubborn is a kind word for him at this point and he continues to prove that at every moral junction we come to. No, not even just moral junctions; daily undertakings and productivity suffer constantly because of his unreliability! It’s just,” Logan sputtered a humorless laugh, his hands falling hard against his thighs. “Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.”

Janus paused after Logan’s rant came to an end, cocking his head thoughtfully. In the silence Logan caught his breath with a heavy sigh.

“Sorry, I … didn’t mean to blow up on you like that,” Logan apologized, dismissively shaking his head as embarrassment knotted his stomach.

“Oh no, it’s quite alright. Actually I appreciate it,” Janus quickly snuffed out Logan’s self consciousness. The words felt genuine enough and Logan took a deep breath in an attempt to quell the rising self resentment that predictably followed his emotional expression. “I was just contemplating your words, is all,” Janus continued reassuringly, and the sentiment took Logan by surprise. Why had he assumed Janus’ silence meant dismissal of his admission? “I suppose it simply comes down to a matter of communication methods,” Janus glanced to the side in a reflective pause. “You’re a teacher,” He continued after a moment, a gentle smile on his lips as he met Logan’s eyes again. “But Patton doesn’t take very well to being told things.” Logan snorted a knowing and arid laugh, but then thought on how Janus had communicated with Patton in the past.

“You also tell him things,” Logan’s brows furrowed. “He just seems to readily listen to you.”

“Ah, there’s a difference though,” Janus wagged a flimsy finger. “I don’t tell him anything he doesn’t already know at that point in the conversation. Patton’s like … a horse that desperately needs to drink, but refuses to, even when you bring the water to him directly. In such a case, you need to lead the horse to the water. But how do you get him there? Well, in Patton’s case, asking him questions that in turn make him question his own motives tends to work.”

“Ah, the Socratic method,” Logan interrupted as Janus paused.

“Exactly,” He nodded before continuing, “But more importantly, I hear his justifications. I try to see where he’s coming from so I can...clear a path, so to say, from his point A to wherever my point is.” Logan hummed thoughtfully and marveled at the amount of consideration Janus put into his communication with Patton.

It was admirable and Logan found himself agreeing, once again, with the many flattering adjectives Remus has used for his partner in the past. Graceful, patient, and ridiculously smart. His current explanation made a lot of sense, and Logan felt a bit stupid. He chuckled dryly and looked down, adjusting his glasses. Janus cocked his head, expression perplexed with raised brows.

“Did I say something funny?”

“No,” Logan sighed, “The opposite. You made a great point and I was wondering how I had never thought of that myself.” He admitted with an impressive amount of vulnerability. While the compliment felt nice, mostly Janus was now smiling with pride in Logan’s new found understanding and the handful of walls he had dropped in the process.

“Sometimes,” Janus sighed with a smile, approaching Logan as he had earlier; with steps that placed him just a little too close. “You just need some perspective.” He reached up with both hands and flattened Logan’s collar affectionately, the unexpected gesture making him inhale briskly. “I mean, we all do,” Janus continued, resting his fingers gently against Logan’s collar bones. “Not just you, of course.”

“Of course,” Logan repeated in a whisper that was more breath than words. Having Janus this close, he suddenly felt whatever intelligible response he may have had evaporate on his tongue as a heat quickly consumed his neck all the way to his cheeks.

Janus’ smile twitched wider as he lingered, mischievous amusement sparkling in his eyes. Logan was so easy to rile up; even with a foot between them right now, Janus could feel the attraction rolling off him like heat off concrete in the summer. If he continued to stand here, what would Logan do?

“How are you feeling now?” Janus asked after a silent moment. Under his hands, he could feel Logan’s heart rate pick up.

“Fine,” Logan answered automatically, the word cracking indecently. He cleared his throat which marginally brought his senses back. “Fine,” He repeated, shaking his head with a small smile. Janus thought the expression seemed a little forced.

“Good,” Janus nodded shallowly and paused for another beat before turning away, leaving the air around Logan significantly easier to breathe. “Well, if you need anything else,” Janus’ voice trailed off as he twisted the doorknob with one hand and raised another to delicately wave his fingers goodbye.

When his door clicked shut, Logan fell heavily back on his bed again with a groan that ended in a sigh.

Chapter One || Chapter Three

#loceit appreciation week #loceit week #loceitweek2021 #loceit #janus x logan #sanders sides fanfiction

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obx-enthusiast · 4 years

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Now that I have you ~ JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by: @maybebanks

word count: 2.5k

warnings: fighting, swearing, angst, sad jj

prompt: 6 for angst “don’t you ever do that again”

summary: Y/n’s parents forced her into a realationship with Topper. but what will happen when sparks fly between her and a certain blond?

The life of a kook was always interesting. At least to other people it seemed. Y/n could really care less about the social classes of the outerbanks. She preferred the pouge life. Freedom, not having to uphold reputations, being able to do what ever you want whenever you want. Y/n wanted that. And she found that when her best friend Sarah, started dating John B.

The pouges all loved Y/n. She would go help Kie at the wreck, John B with the HMS when it needed fixing, Pope with school and grocery runs, and JJ whenever he needed help with his dad or just a place to lay his head. But no one knew about her daily adventures with the pouges. Especially not her boyfriend Topper. And the pouges didn’t know about Topper either. She preferred to keep thoes two worlds separate.

Y/n held almost no feelings for Topper. The arrangement was made by both of their parents after him and sarah broke up. She was more drawn to a certain blonde pouge. But Y/n’s parents didn’t really care about her feelings. Saying things like ‘honey, this will bring such good things to our family. don’t you want that?’ her mother would tell her whenever she complained about Topper and his stupid friends.

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The sky was black with the exception of lighting striking acrosst it. The summer rain was tapping on her roof, but little did she know that tonight was one of thoes nights when JJ needed help.

Y/n’s eyes were quickly taken away from the tv when she heard the sound of light tapping on her window. The tv screen was the only thing lighting up the dark room. She quickly crawled out of bed and made her way to the window. The soft rain drops were sliding down the glass. Her eyes scanned the view when she spotted JJ. She unlatched the lock and pulled opened the window. JJ pulled his arms up and started making his way into the room. Y/n grabbed ahold of his arm to help him steady himself. “I don’t know what to do” the boy whispered under his breath as he glued his eyes to the floor. Sadness was evident in his tone. The easiest way to describe it was that JJ sounded broken.

Y/n sighed as she grabbed the boy and pulled him into a warm embrace. JJ’s arms wrapping around her waist as he stuffed his head into the crook of her neck. Soft sobs shaking through his body. Y/n reached up and put her fingers in his hair. Playing with the soft strands as he let all of his emotions out. “shhhh Jay.” she whispered in his ear. “I’m right here. You’re okay.” Y/n said, now rubbing circles into his back. JJ’s sobs slowly came to an end and he finally looked at her.

“Come on lets go sit down.” Y/n whispered as she led him over to the bed. She sat down with her back against her pillows. JJ crawled over to her and laid his head in her lap and let out a deep breath. Y/n went back to playing with the long strands of hair. “Why didn’t she take me with her?” he let out. His voice breaking as he played with her anklet. “Was I not good enough? Y/n’s heart sunk as she watched the boy she cared for so deeply, question if he is worthy or not.

“oh Jay...” She whispered as he turned his head to face her. “you are one of the kindest, funny, amazing people I have ever met. You don’t deserve any of the stuff that has been handed to you. You deserve the world and I wish you could see your self from my eyes. Then you’d see how wonderful you really are.” She smiled as she brushed his hair off of his forehead. JJ moves so he was now sitting up, listening to every word she had to say, tears forming in his eyes. “Your mom really missed out on getting to know one of the most beautiful souls I have ever met. It’s not on you that she left, it’s on Luke.” She held his face and wiped the tears that were falling from his eyes. JJ nodded his head as she took her hands away from his face and dropped them in her lap.

“Thanks Y/n/n. I really don’t know where i’d be if it wasn’t for you.” he whispered as he looked deep into her eyes. “It’s not a problem Jay. I’m always going to be here for you.” she smiled at him. JJ took in a deep breath before he gently grabbed her face and brought his lips to hers. Shock filled her body but before she knew it she was kissing him back. She brought her hands to the back of his neck as his made their way down to her waist. This was different than any other kiss she’s had. This kiss made her feel weak in the knees and like her heart was going to beat out of her chest. That’s when she remembered Topper.

Y/n brought her hands up to JJs chest and pushed him back before jumping out of her bed. Her eyes widening as her mind ran at a million miles an hour. A puzzled look crossed JJs face and his brows furrowed together. “what’s wrong y/n? i thought you liked me too?” he said as he pushed himself of her bed and made his way to her. Y/n looked at the floor and whispered “I think you need to go..” “wait but Y/n-“ he tried to reason. “I said go JJ!” she shouted and pointed at the door. His eyes widened. She never called him JJ. She always called him Jay.

JJs shoulders slumped and his eyes sunk to the ground as he walked out of the room without another word. Tears brimmed Y/n’s eyes and she let out a shaky breath. She heard the front door close and she finally let out a sob.

She wanted JJ so bad. She wanted to call him hers and she wanted to never have to go on another horrendous date with Topper. She crawled into the bed and grabbed her pillow. The smell of JJ filled her nose and she hugged the pillow tightly wishing it was him in her arms instead.

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The early morning light shined through Y/n’s window. The girl simply rolled over and groaned. She grabbed her phone and looked at the time.

6:00 am.

Jay🏄🏼‍♂️: 3 new messages, 2 missed calls.

Topper💕🏌🏼: 1 new message.

Y/n yawned and checked JJs texts first.

Jay🏄🏼‍♂️: Y/n I am so sorry I overstepped.

Jay🏄🏼‍♂️: I really thought you felt the same.

Jay🏄🏼‍♂️: Please forgive me?🥺

Y/n: Yeah, I forgive you :)

Sent.

A smile made its way to her face as she read his messages. He really did care about her. Her smile quickly changed to a frown as she checked Toppers message.

Topper💕🏌🏼: Dont forget we have a lunch date today babe.

Y/n: Crap I totally forgot! I made plans with sarah today. Any chance we can make it a dinner?

Topper💕🏌🏼: why are you so unreliable? Do you have any idea how many girls would drop their plans to go on a date with me? But I mean I guess I can switch some things around. So yeah that should be fine.

she now knew what she needed to do.

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Y/n rolled her eyes and got out of bed. Playing some music before walking over to her closet. She grabbed a yellow bikini, a blue hawaiian shirt and a pair of high waisted shorts. She slipped the clothes on and tied a knot into the front of the shirt. She made her way to her bathroom and did the rest of her morning routine before she headed to the kitchen to grab a protein shake and get on her way.

She walked down the driveway to her coral 1967 beetle. It was her pride and joy. She had restored the whole thing with JJ last summer. It had a surf rack on the roof and ran like she was brand new. She checked the time as she opened the door and crawled in. 8:00 am. She shrugged her shoulders as the engine turned over and she made her way down her driveway to the chateau.

About 10 minutes later she pulled into the dirt driveway of the chateau. A smile spreading across her face at the sight of Sarah and John B curled up in the hammock. “Good morning lovebirds.” She cooed as she approached the two. “Morning y/n/n.” sarah blushed. “So what’s the plan today?” Y/n smiled. “Well we’re going out on the HMS with the rest of the pouges to go swim.” John B turned as he looked at y/n. “Sounds like a plan. When are we leaving?” “We’re picking up Pope and Kie around 9:00 and JJs already inside.” John B stated, pointing at the house.

Blush rose to her face at the mention of JJ. Y/n quickly looked at the ground trying to hide her face. “Well i better go make sure he’s up and give you guys your alone time back.” Y/n awkwardly said. Before they had the chance to respond she was already on her way to his room.

She made her way through the kitchen and livingroom before she was standing outside his door. Y/n opened the door to find a shirtless JJ in sweatpants standing in the middle of the room. “Woah ever heard of knocki-” JJ was quickly cut off when Y/n walked across the room and placed her lips on his. JJs body tensed but he soon relaxed into the kiss. His hands found her waist as she gently tugged at the ends of his hair. His tongue swept against her bottom lip and she gladly let him in. Y/n felt butterflies like she had never felt them before. The kiss was slow and sweet but equally filled with passion and hunger.

Their lips finally broke apart as they rested their foreheads against eachother. Both breathing heavily. “you have no idea how long I have wanted to do that.” JJ smiled at her, just above a whisper. Y/n stepped back to look at his face, his hands now leaving her hips. His hair was messy, his lips were swollen and his pupils were blown wide open.

“I want to be with you Jay. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine.” She smiled up at him. “I meannnn I guess it would be pretty nice..” JJ groaned out. Y/n’s jaw dropped as she playfully pushed his shoulder. A smile spread across JJs face and he pulled her by her waist into a hug. “I would love that y/n/n.” he whispered in her ear. “Good. I mean i’m not gonna lie, I have to figure some things out before we can make it official, but I promise it will be done and over with by tonight.” Y/n told him. A look of puzzlement crossed his face but before he could say anything John B’s voice called through the chateau. “Come on guys we’re leaving!” Y/n took that as her chance to escape but JJ quickly called after her. “We’re definitely gonna talk about that later.”

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The boat ride and swimming went by smoothly until Sarah got stung by a jellyfish. Again. Causing their day in the sun to be cut short as they all made their way back to the chateau. The silence was broke when Y/n’s phone rang.

Topper💕🏌🏼 is calling..

She groaned before she brought the phone to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Where are you?” topper asked his tone sounding angry.

“I’m with sarah, why?”

“We’re having a change of plans and i’m coming to get you.”

“No you’re not”

“Yes I am. Now tell me, where are you?”

“I’m at the chateau..” She winced out.

“i’ll be there in 10 minutes.” That was the last thing he said before he hung up. She felt her chest tighten. Worried looks crossed everyone’s faces as they looked at their friend. Sarah being the only one who knew what was going on.

By the time they got to the dock Topper was already there standing by John B’s van. If this was a cartoon there would definitely have been steam coming from his ears. Y/n hesitantly walked towards the angry boy. The rest of the pouges followed her, not too far behind. Everyone was in complete confusion at what she had to do with Topper.

“Damn y/n just when I thought I knew you. Rather than spend time with your boyfriend, you went hanging around some dirty ass pouges!” he shouted as he gestured towards the group. Y/n’s eyes narrowed as she stared down the boy. “it’s better than spending any time with you” she spat at him. Toppers jaw clenched and before she knew she was being pushed up against the van. Toppers arm holding her down by her throat. JJ immediately stepped forward, but John B grabbed his arm and held up a finger. Signaling for him to wait. “Care to say that to me again?” Topper dared her. “I said it’s better than spending any time with you!” she cockily smiled at him. He pressed his arm further into her neck causing Y/n’s face to turn a deep reddish purple. His hand met the side of her face. Y/n’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Now there was no holding JJ back.

JJ sprang forward, ripping Topper off of Y/n. She fell to the ground and gasped for air. Short shallow breaths and coughs were the only thing that could be heard from the girl. JJ and Topper were wresting on the ground. Each one fighting to pin the other. JJ finally got Topper to the ground. All JJ could see was red. He delivered blow after blow to Toppers face. “Don’t you ever!” *punch* “do that!” *punch* “Again!” *punch* JJ yelled in between punches. Y/n gasped as she watched the scene infront of her. “Jay stop!” she hoarsely cried out. He kept punching him. “JJ stop you’re gonna kill him man!” John B yelled. Another blow. Y/n dragged herself off the ground to where the boys were fighting. She put her hand on his back “Jay i’m okay. You can stop now..” she cried.

JJs eyes widened at his bloody fists and Toppers newly rearranged face beneath him. His anger scared him at that moment in time. But he wasn’t finished yet. JJ nodded at Y/n before leaning over and whispering in Toppers ear “If I ever fucking see you near her again, you better fucking run.” JJ said through gritted teeth. Toppers eyes widened and he nodded his head profusely. “Now get out of here.” JJ told him as he pointed in the direction of the road.

Before she knew it JJ wrapped her in a hug and pulled her to him tightly. He rested his chin on the top of her head and her arms went up behind his shoulders. “Jay are you okay?” Y/n looked up at JJ who now had a pretty good cut on the side of his face. He shrugged it off and smiled. “I am now that I have you” he whispered as he leaned in for the kiss.

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A/N: i really hope you like this I had so much fun writing it! Also this is the car I based hers off of

#jj obx #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj x reader #jj x y/n #pope hayward #kiara carrera #john b routledge #sarah cameron #topper

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ripariansoliloquy · 3 years

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three isn’t a crowd - it’s home.

Fandom: Dead Poets Society

Pairing : Charlie/Neil/Todd

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.3 k

For: @ncilpcrry, thank you for making me do this :))

Charlie, and Neil.

It had always been them, at the centre of the universe. The two most magnetic personalities in the room at any given point - it was but natural that the they felt an inexorable pull towards each other. Their friendship was easy, inevitable. And, by god, their combined magnificence was a force to reckon with. Sometimes, it felt like the world revolved around them, as if they were the twin stars of a certain solar system known as ‘Hell’ton Academy.

And if that friendship sometimes transcended the boundaries of what people consider normal, neither of them paid it any mind. Hell, they were the furthest thing from normal themselves. Messed up, broken. A mere shell of what they could be. If a few kisses that weren’t exactly brotherly; or hands that strayed could take the edge off of their pain - if it worked as a salve on the worst of their wounds, then it was worth those stares, those uneasy glances from the others.

Their friendship continued, unblemished.

Well, until the appearance of a certain Todd Anderson.

When Todd walked in, he didn’t turn too many heads. Just two heads that mattered.

Soft glances, smiles that seemed like the sun breaking through the clouds and unsteady, fluttering hands - Todd Anderson made the word “pretty” blink on and off behind Charlie’s eyelids like a neon sign. Gazing across the room, Charlie saw that he had much the same effect on Neil, if Neil’s sharp intake of breath and slight blush were anything to go by. The same blush that would adorn those sharp cheekbones during their forbidden traipses, the angles and planes of their bodies softened by the serene moonlight.

Neil Perry liked Todd Anderson.

For a couple of restless days, envy curled like a sleeping dragon deep in Charlie’s gut, raising its head sharply when Neil and Todd would smile at each other across the room, making it evident that the rest of the world had melted away for them. Todd followed Neil around like he was a lifeboat in a roiling sea, and Charlie could see he was unaware that Neil felt the same way about him.

Sleepless nights left dark circles on Charlie’s unblemished face. Meals became smaller. And that didn't go unnoticed. One night, attempting to creep into his room late at night, he almost shrieked when a soft voice accosted him in the corridor. A hand was laid on his shoulder - the familiar warmth bleeding through the thin cotton of his white shirt.

“Neil?” - his voice broke.

“Shhhh.”

He let Neil wrap his arms around him as he sobbed into the crook of Neil’s neck, overwhelmed by the disturbingly familiar scent of an old jumper. Suddenly, he pushed Neil away.

“Does he… does Todd know?” - he asked, steeling himself for an answer that could kill him.

“Yes.”

And the sleeping dragon flew off, never to return.

He liked Todd Anderson.

His days were spent gazing adoringly at Todd. Mentally recording all the quirks and oddities that constituted him. Wondering how someone who had managed to hold together the broken pieces of two of the most damaged individuals ever without batting an eyelid remained so oblivious to himself, to how deserving he was of all the happiness and affection the world had to offer.

Neil knew, even before he did.

Neil’s arms enveloping him from behind shook him out of his reverie. Neil hooked his chin on Charlie’s shoulder.

“Tell him. He’ll like it.”

“What in the name of Byron are you talking about, Neil?”

“ You’re besotted, you idiot. Tell. Him. As I said, he’ll like it. Maybe I’ll like it too.” - Neil gave him a soft peck on the cheek.

Before Charlie had recovered enough to form a coherent thought, Neil was gone.

Charlie cursed under his breath. As usual, that smug bastard was correct. Of course he liked Todd. But, was it possible to like two people at once?

That decision was taken for him one afternoon.

Charlie ambled around the sun-soaked grounds of their school, the warmth seeping into his bones. He was happy. Happier than he'd been in a long time; basking in the glow of a particularly lingering gaze Todd had chosen to lavish upon him at breakfast.Meandering aimlessly, he hadn't even realised when his wandering feet had taken him across the field, to the lakeside.

It was already too late for him to turn back when he noticed them. Neil sitting with his back against a tree, legs sprawled out to accommodate Todd between them. Todd himself was leaning back against Neil’s chest and gazing up at him with all the adoration of a tiny puppy.

Todd said something, too soft for Charlie to hear. Neil threw his head back and laughed and laughed and laughed - chest heaving, shoulders shaking. He hadn't seen Neil laugh like that in ages. The late afternoon sun glinted off of Neil’s cheekbones, and traced the long line of his neck. It lit up Todd with a warm, content glow, turning him into liquefied gold. Neil bent his head to softly kiss Todd’s forehead.

Charlie’s feet rooted him to the spot. His chest felt so tight he could not breathe. His heart hammered away in his ribcage, faster than the emotions racing across his body, the neurons igniting like supernovas in his brain. The realisation hit him with a force that that took his breath away. He didn't just like the both of them, he loved them.

And yes, the both of them.

“Gotta be more, gotta do more.”

He didn't know what inspired him to suddenly play the sax in front of his friends, after all this while. Perhaps it was Mr. Keating’s influence. Perhaps it was the thrill of carpe-diem-ing through life. Or perhaps, it was the fact that Todd had shyly walked over to him in Neil and Todd’s room, and got up on his toes to give him a gentle kiss on his cheek. Neil had watched from his vantage point on the bed with a strange expression on his face - an odd mix of fierce possessiveness and blind adoration. Charlie had never, never felt so loved.

He was frozen in place, not daring to even breathe for fear of the illusion melting away, for fear of the moment being over - forever hidden under the veneer of plausible deniability. Neil broke the silence with a fond chuckle.

“Todd, congratulations. In all the years since he was born, you are the only person to have successfully rendered him speechless.”

Charlie tried to regain control over his vocal chords. He did not succeed, barely being able to let out a strangled “I - i am okay” in a voice that was three octaves higher than usual. Neil crawled over and pulled him onto the bed. He fell over in an ungaily heap - his head landing in Neil’s lap, and his bottom half hanging over the side of the bed. Charlie stared at Neil bent above him, his brown hair a halo over his angelic head. A warm hand touched his own, drawing his eyes to Todd who was busy tangling their fingers together. He finally mustered some of his famed nerve and brought their entwined hands to his lips. Todd blushed, his face lighting up. Neil ruffled Todd’s hair with one hand, and booped Charlie on the nose with the other. Deciding he wanted more, Todd attempted to snuggle into them, effectively trapping Charlie in a Neil-Todd sandwich.

It was warm, and sweaty. Neil accidentally elbowed him in the face, and Todd kneed him in the stomach. Charlie loved it.

Charlie loved them. And they loved him too.

#dead poets society #todd anderson #Neil Perry #charlie dalton #nuwanda #charlie/neil/todd #charlie x neil x te\odd #this is my first fanfic #fluff #m/m/m

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bittersweetmelxdy · 4 years

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'Ello! Can I request either Gavin or Lucien helping MC out after they discover she hasn't slept in a few days due to something happening at work that sent her into a depressive episode? I'm not doing too hot and I need some comfort rn

Hi dear! I’m so sorry to hear you’re not feeling so hot right now, so here you go, hope it cheers you up :). I picked Lucien for this request as we all know I write enough for our precious birdcop. Hope you like it xx

Title comes from ‘can I call you back?’ by SHY Martin

Title: Is it alright if I don’t make sense, even to myself Pairing: Lucien x MC Words 1287

You dragged your feet along the corridor, trudging slowly towards your apartment, your eyes downcast and your hand tightly held the strap of your purse as you drew closer and closer to home. Reaching the door, your hand shook as you tried to unlock the front door. Once, twice, three times your fumbling hand tried to insert the key clumsily into the lock. Sighing at your own incompetence, you leaned your forehead against the cool door, allowing the temperature change to seep into you.

“Hey, you’re home late again.” a soft voice cut through your musings, and you turned your head slowly, not detaching from the door.

Lucien stood beside you, dressed in his casual wear, leaning against the wall that separated your apartment doors. At your listless expression, he cocked an eyebrow at you, and you simply turned back and then unlocked your door, opening it slowly and disappearing inside. Lucien frowned, as he heard a soft ‘click’ of your door shutting completely.

Once you were in your apartment you threw off your shoes, not caring where they landed, pulling off your clothes in the same haphazard manner and after grabbing a random oversized T-shirt you pulled in over your head and crawled into bed, drawing the blankets around you to hide from the world and simply just hide from the world. Closing your eyes, you subjected yourself to yet another night of drifting in and out of dreamless sleep. For the third night in a row.

Lucien waited outside your apartment, waiting to catch you before you left for work, and after only two minutes of waiting, he saw you. His eyes widened in shock at your appearance, your hair hung limp and lifeless around your shoulders, your face was pale and the dark blotchy circles underneath your eyes showed clearly how little sleep you had had recently.

“Good morning.” he offered in greeting, not quite sure how to proceed.

“...Morning.” you turned your eyes towards him, your usually bright eyes dull and clouded.

Lucien’s frown deepened, watching you walk farther and farther away from him. Noting to himself that you once again looked extremely tired and listless, and determining in his heart that he would wait for you again this evening and hopefully find out what was causing your strange mood and appearance.

Arriving at work, you dropped your bag onto your desk with a dull ‘thud’, sighing as you grabbed your notebook, pen case and the folder containing the papers needed for the next meeting. Arriving, you slumped in your seat slightly, nodding in greeting to your other employees. Recently the negotiations with this company had been particularly hard for you, no matter how much you tweaked the program, they always had at least five other things they wanted to change. It was beginning to weigh down on you having to sit in constant meeting with their representatives, only to then have them talk down at you and give you further points to fix.

Like all the other times before the representative (who was about as old as your father would’ve been) merely glanced at the proposal that you and your team had spent so long revising, before ripping into you. You simply sat, fisting your hands in your skirt, when their next words froze you.

“I don’t think this collaboration will work out, thank you and goodbye.” they said before leaving without any other words.

You and your team sat in silence as the boardroom door closed, them looking at you with a mix of pity and sympathy, you closed your eyes gently breathing for a couple seconds, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Before you abruptly stood up, the chair shooting behind you as you stood.

“Boss, are you...” a series of quiet voices chorused.

“I’m fine!” you said a little too loud, but you quickly regulated your volume, “I’m sorry we didn’t get it, even after all that work you all put in.” you offered them a closed eyed smile, trying to not worry them.

After quickly gathering your things in your arms haphazardly, you immediately made your way to the door pausing only slightly at the open door, your hand clenching the handle tightly.

“You all are free to go home, you... you deserve it.” you finished your voice trailing at the end.

You kept your head down as you exited the office, the light rain falling from the sky doing nothing to help your downcast mood. By the time you entered your apartment building, you were damp from the rain and numb from the chill. You were so out of it you didn’t notice you had trudged past Lucien until you felt his hand reach out to latch onto your arm, pulling you to a stop completely. His warmth came as a shock to your system, and you involuntarily let out a sharp gasp, your head whipping around to face him.

“Lu...cien?” you looked at him, your eyes flooding with tears at the sight of him.

His expression turned sad at your appearance, and pulled you hard, making you tumble, and as your other hand hit his chest, he wrapped his around your waist locking you in.

“Shhhh...” he hushed you softly, as you began to struggle, keeping you in his embrace as he led you determinedly into his apartment.

“Hey, I’m fine.” you said finally finding your voice, “Lucien, please I’m okay.”

“Then why do you look like you’re going to cry if I let you go?” Lucien asked, his voice gentle, and your walls broke down.

You started to sob, clinging to Lucien, and he simply held you tightly, his hand rubbing soothing circles into your back. As your sobs subsided into mere tremors that shook your figure, you pushed your nose into the crook of Lucien’s neck. Lucien not missing a beat, when he realised you weren’t sobbing anymore, swept you up into his arms, waltzing into his apartment, and lay you down on the couch, taking off your shoes and handing you a blanket, which you promptly cocooned yourself into. Whilst Lucien brewed the tea, he periodically looked at his blanket burrito of a girlfriend, smiled gently and laughing quietly as he could only see your eyes, nose and fingers poking out from the blanket mound. Padding back over to you with two cups of tea he placed them down on the coffee table, before tugging at your hands, trying to get you to release the blankets.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad?” Lucien asked.

“Lucien... I can’t... it-it-it hurts.” you said weakly, no matter what you couldn’t get the words out, it didn’t even make sense to you how hard it was to get the words out now you were here.

Lucien smiled serenely, tugging roughly at the blankets, making you release it in shock and in a fluid movement Lucien climbed onto the couch, embracing you and wrapping the blanket around the two of you, and blocking out the light, the blanket over the top of your heads. You gasped softly, Lucien hovering above you, resting his weight on his forearms.

“We’ll stay here.” Lucien said, locking eyes with you, the warmth in his settling the sadness in yours.

“W-we will?” you asked hesitantly, and Lucien nodded in response, “Thank you Lucien, I’ll tell you, but-”

Lucien shook his head still smiling, “Tell me when you’re ready, for now we’ll stay here.” he then wrapped you completely in his arms, turning you so that he lay on his back, your head resting on his chest.

Your eyes fluttered shut, resting your ear right above Lucien’s heartbeat, hearing the steady rhythm lulling you finally its first restful sleep in days.

#mlqc scenarios #mlqc lucien #mlqc xu mo #mr love lucien #mr love xu mo #mr love queen's choice #mlqc #love and producer #evol x love

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capt-steven-grant-rogers · 4 years

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Twice the love,

Twice the fun,

Twice the tears.....

@missus-rogers

Steven and Natalia loved being parents, their family was whole and had never been happier.....

Our character's have been married for nearly a year and have two beautiful twins; Ivan (named after Natalia's father) and Sarah (named after Steven's mother). Previous storylines have been told, but we may share drabbles, storylines etc in the near future.

Since she had become pregnant, Steven had always been set on doing the night feeds so his wife could have some decent rest and almost three months later, he was still happy to do them. It wasnt always easy, some nights they would feed and fall back to sleep and other nights Steven would have a baby on each arm as he stood outside on their porch facing the ocean, rocking and humming their cries to sleep, yet he never complained and why would he? They had the two most beautiful gifts and despite, what people would assume, considering what era he was from, he always believed it took two people to make the babies and so two people to bring them up.

Tonight was no different, apart from the fact that both babies seemed to have developed croup, which seemed to be worse at night, not that Steven made a point of it, so there he was on the porch, rocking Ivan and Sarah in his arms, the sound of the ocean waves and breeze trying to caress them, their Daddy humming an 1940s lullaby which normally settled them but tonight it wasnt working. Not wanting to be outside for much longer, incase they caught a cold, he headed back in , stepping over Liho and Teddy, sitting down on the rocking chair "come on little Angel's, just one more hour of sleep" he softly trying to hush them into nod land and consciously also not to wake Natalia up either. Teddy laid at his feet and Liho jumped and curled up at the back of the chair as Steven rocked them all in an attempt for a visit from the sandman.

It felt like forever until they all nodded off, apart from Teddy, who realized they had fallen asleep, jumped on the sofa and pulled the blanket over to the chair tossing it over his best friend's knees before settling down himself. The sun started beaming through, stirring the Captain, looking down at the beautiful twins asleep in his arms and smiled. He was as tired as hell and by the look of the clock, he had only grabbed an hours sleep all night but seeing their adorable faces made it all worth while. He gently tried to move and place them in the living room crib but as soon as he walked away he stubbed his toe on the corner of the coffee table and growled, then heard the crying of Sarah. He couldve cursed at himself for waking her, he really could, but he smiled and picked her up "ahhh little one it's okay, Daddy's here" he rocked her in his arms, conscious both Mommy and Ivan were still asleep.

Sarah gave out a barking cough, a furrow of worry creasing her Daddy's brows and yet he knew it was croup. "Okay little one, it's okay. Weve got this together" he took her medication out of the cupboard and tried to coax her to take it , only by sucking the medicine off his knuckle, making him wonder if it was too early for her to be having the first signs of teeth pushing out. Another dose then he shook the bottle, damnit how did they let it get empty? Her next dose was in the next four hours, that would be fine.

She had just started dozing off when he glanced up and saw his wife coming down stairs, welcoming her with a smile. "Good morning, love" he walked over and kissed her cheek. She looked concerned, it was probably clear that he hadnt really slept, the dark circles under his eyes, the tired look and yet he didnt make a fuss out of it. Placing Sarah down with Ivan to sleep, he walked back to his wife and hugged her, wrapping his arms around her waist firmly as his beard nuzzled into the soft crook of her neck as he breathed her in and sighed happily, leaving a trail of small, sweet kisses up her neck, along her jawline and softly kissed her lips "hmmm, definitely a good morning" he smiled more, admiring her , his wife, his everything. Reaching up, he threaded his fingers through her red locks then cupped her facial cheeks "I need to nip to the shops as they sleep, Sarah needs some more medicine and I have a feeling Ivan may have a touch of it too so I'll get some back up as well. I'll pick up some diapers and other things we'll need as well, I wont be long. I love you..." he smiled as his thumbs caressed her cheeks. "God, I love you" before she objected of him going to the shops and not to rest, he kissed her lips again, grabbed the tee and shorts from the kitchen stool, hurried them on then grabbed the keys to their car. "I'll be fine, rest while I'm gone and they're asleep. Love you" and with that he was out the door and in the car.

The store was busy, Steven hated it busy, he just wanted to get in and out as quickly as possible and it seemed everyone else had the same idea. Grabbing diapers, wipes and food like he was on Supermarket Sweep, he made it to the till in record time. He was certain he had the slowest cashier, every item she scanned she checked before and after then slowly slid it down to the bagging area. Steven chewed his inner cheek to keep his tired self from speaking up.

Eventually, everything was packed and he happily paid and walked out to the parking lot, packing all the bags into boot of the car, only to sit in the driver's seat, about to turn the engine on when he remembered the main reason for coming out in the first place "shit" he muttered to himself, leaning over to the glove compartment to pull out the prescription for the twin's croup medication and ran back into the store.

Joining the queue for the pharmacy, he sighed a little to himself, he really wanted to be back home by now with his family. Two people infront of him and his eyes started to close, staying still like this made his body remember just how tired he was. Shaking his head, he blinked rapidly trying to wake himself up, "Sir?" Steven looked up, it was now his turn in the queue and he was sure he looked like he was having some kind of fit to her. Smiling he greeting her and handed over the prescriptions and cash "I'll have these too" he picked up two bottles of Calpol, adding more money to the existing medicine money on the till counter. It wasnt long until he had the medications in the bag and ran back to the car. Looking across the carpark, he noticed the coffee shop, it would had to help. Grabbing a coffee and a blueberry muffin for Natalia, he made it back to the car and headed home.

Pulling into the drive, he switched the engine off, before it had even started to cool down, he was closing the boot , with arms full of bags and heading to the door. As soon as he opened the door, he was met with loud crying from both babies, Teddy barking and doing circles and his wife holding Sarah in her arms , with tears trying to stop her from crying. He had been gone just over an hour and yet he knew how quickly their cries could get you down.

Dropping the bags on the counter, he turned to Natalia, wiping away her tears with his thumbs "I'm a bad mother, Steven, I cant get them to stop crying. I cant do this"

Steven stroked her cheek "shush now, you're a great Mommy, theyve been up all night and arent feeling their best. You're amazing, this is hard but you're doing so well, honey. It's going to be okay. Come on, let's get you into a nice, warm bath to relax in" he kissed her lips before she could say anything and protest and took her hand , picking up Ivan as he walked them all up to the bathroom. Natasha looked emotional, and Steven didnt love her any less as she tried to still hush their baby daughter. Crouching down slightly as not to tip Ivan who was crying still, he ran her warm water and poured in her favorite oils, walking over to her , he took Sarah and kissed her lips "have a nice bath, take time for yourself and relax. It's okay, I love you so much, my beautiful one" he kissed her lips again before leaving her in the bathroom.

Carrying the twins downstairs, he opened the porch doors, the pets dashing out. They loved the twins but after a while of their crying, they always wanted to escape. Steven smiled softly at them before rocking the babies and humming to them "shhhh it's okay, it's okay, weve got you, little ones. The bad croup will leave us soon" he kissed both their foreheads and carried them out to the quiet beach, rocking them still as he walked up and down the length to the house on the beach.

Both sets of lungs were working, but then Sarah would do a set of barking coughs followed by Ivan doing the same "if I could have it instead I would little ones. Come on darlings, its okay" his tone was low and calming. His wife was relaxing in the bath, their babies were trying to settle, despite the chaos, this was the perfect family and a dream come true. He loved his wife and so proud of her in so many ways, he hoped their children would grow up to be as loving and funny as her. He had the most wonderful wife and children. Nothing else mattered.

"Teddy dont go too far" the Golden Retriever puppy turned and pounded back towards him. He looked towards the part of their home that his wife would be having a bath in now and smiled more . Noticing the twins had stopped crying, he looked down and saw them completely asleep. "Sweet dreams, little ones" he kissed their foreheads and headed back inside, Teddy on his heels.

Once inside he gently placed them in the crib and quietly put the shopping away, leaving the muffin out and headed back to the sofa next the cribs, looking at them, gently rocking the crib with his feet. An unexpected yawn escaped his lips as he leaned back into the sofa, one hand on the crib and his other tapping beside him on the sofa, looking at the dog with the puppy dog eyes "come on then Ted, cuddles for you too" Teddy jumped up and curled next to him as Steven ruffled his fur "good boy" before long he had fallen asleep with their fur babies and human babies surrounding him. Sleep taking over them all, it had been a long night and an even longer morning for them all, he just hoped the bath would help his wife too.

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eremiss · 4 years

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Microstory: harsh whisper

Months late >.> and once again micro story not so micro rofl

Everything is burning, oranges and reds flaring through the smoke that’s choking the air. Thancred can’t think for all the screaming. He can’t stand. His legs don’t work. He claws his way forward, away –he hopes it’s away– from the terrible thing that’s looming behind him.

Everything his hands find breaks. He rends it himself if it doesn’t shatter from his touch alone, tearing and twisting in his desperate bid to escape. He doesn’t mean to but–

Someone is sobbing. He tastes blood on his tongue.

He’s not fast enough. He knows he’s not. That makes it all the worse when everything folds in on him, weight and sound crushing him into darkness.

Thoughts come in pieces that cut holes, small ones that barely let him breathe. He tries to make a sound, to cry out, but the darkness floods his mouth.

He can’t breathe.

Everything thins and twists oddly. The world upends itself and dumps him out.

Sensation and semi-awareness hit him like a wall of stone. He jerks, trying to do a thousand things all at the same time. His body seizes up and his breath scrapes his throat.

The silence is loud, ringing in his ears like a bell, and the world around him feels only half-there, tenuous and liable to collapse at any moment. The darkness is a thick, living thing, coating his eyes and his thoughts. His mind is running in circles under a thick pall and he can’t–

A scratchy, half-awake murmur is just beside him. “Thancred?”

Someone is there. Someone who isn’t sobbing or screaming.

Thancred reaches out, stiff muscles straining and cracking. He finds something solid and warm that doesn’t splinter in his grasp.

The voice is gentler, bending with worry, “Thancred…”

He…knows that voice? Who is it? He can’t see.

He drags them closer, burying his face against cloth and skin. He knows he’s safer now, though he’s not sure how. It’s not like one can defend themselves against darkness and smoke.

Arms wrap loosely around him at once and fingers slide through his hair. Gooseflesh races down the back of his neck, little prickles of sensation that prick air holes in his thoughts. He latches onto the sensation, a tangible anchor for everything adrift and skittering about inside his head.

“It’s alright, shhhh…” They whisper, so steady and sure he can’t help but listen. “Just breathe…”

They’re real, he knows. More real, somehow, than the screams he’d been fleeing from or the smoke that had scratched his lungs; more real than the blood that had run between his fingers and the bones that had shattered in his hands.

He knows the voice. He knows who’s speaking to him. He knows but he can’t–

“Shhhhh, you don’t need to explain.”

He…wasn’t speaking? Was he? He closes his mouth and grasps for the calming techniques he’s used for years, dim and half-remembered right then. He wrestles with his breaths to try and even them out.

The form he’s holding shifts and the arms around him loosen.

He feels himself starting to fall, darkness already beginning to pull him under to drown him again.

He clutches them tighter and conjures a harsh whisper, “Don’t.” Don’t what? He’s not entirely sure. His head still isn’t–

Whoever he’s clinging to draws him closer and folds him into a protective embrace. Lips touch the crown of his head, assurances feathering through his hair. “Sorry, I’m sorry… Shhhh, shhh, I’m not going anywhere, darling…”

Darling?

The darkness parts a little, the cogs and wheels in his head beginning to grasp one another and turn together instead of spinning aimlessly.

“Shhhhh…. I’m right here, Thancred. Breathe…”

He does.

No smoke. The air is cool and smells of flowers, herbs, clean linens and the presence he’s pressed so close to..

No screaming. Only the soft whispers that are smoothing out the static inside his head.

His hands are clutching fabric. Nothing is breaking. He uncurls his fingers and spreads his hands against warm skin. He feels the shape of their back, bone and muscle pressing towards and easing back from his palms in time with slow breaths.

He mimics the rhythm and matches it in moments. Tight things in his chest start to unfold and the wheels turn a little more easily.

Recognition trickles through his thoughts like meltwater, collecting at the front of his mind. Thancred croaks, “Gwen?”

Gwen hums into his hair, her hands gliding slowly over his back. “I’m here.”

His thoughts crystalize in an instant and the stubborn echoes of smoke and death vanish.

Gwen is here. He goes slack like a puppet on cut strings.

She pauses, her body still while her mind works to understand what the sudden change in his demeanor might mean. She softens and kisses the crown of his head again, a hand sliding up into his hair to cradle the base of his skull. More goosebumps wander down the back of his neck, smoothing out kinks and teasing out the last little knots and tangles. She tucks his head against her neck, curling around him as best she can. “Are you alright?”

He moves his hands blindly over her back, mapping out familiar scars and feeling her breaths. “Better now.”

She relaxes a little more. “Do you want to talk?”

His, “No,” is immediate, quiet and sure.

Oh, but… He tenses, fingertips pressing. Can they stay like this if he doesn’t talk? Can he stay here without explaining himself? Part of him is sure he can, but a small sliver doubts.

She wouldn’t…she wouldn’t force him to speak.

…Right?

He coughs, buying time and clearing out the faint crackling in his throat. “This isn’t really my… most composed moment.”

Gwen hums at him, fingertips tracing small circles. She says neutrally, “You’ve had worse.”

“Is that supposed to be a comfort?” he asks dryly.

Her giggle is lazy and quiet, a tired butterfly wending its way to land on a flower. “Did it work?”

“…A bit. Maybe.”

She smiles, tightening her embrace for a moment. “Then yes.”

Amusement bubbles up and lifts a few thoughts that were still hanging too heavily. “So much for company ensuring peaceful rest or… whatever the saying is.”

Another kiss to his crown. “No solution is perfect.”

“Alas.”

“But it does help a little, at least. Right?” She asks, weariness creeping into the softness of her voice. “After, if not during.”

He nuzzles the crook of her neck and admits quietly, “Immensely.”

He hopes that serves to imply the question he can’t bring himself to ask.

Gwen murmurs, “How do you feel?”

Her weariness is seeping into him, tugging on his eyelids and settling into his muscles. Thancred feels a yawn beginning to build in his throat. He swallows it and blinks slowly, pulling himself back towards full consciousness. “You already asked that.”

Gwen waits, breathing slowly and tracing lazy shapes.

He relents, “I’m alright, dove,” and smooths a hand along her spine as if that would prove it. She’s at ease. He can feel it. It helps.

For the briefest moment he doesn’t remember why he’s even awake.

A pleased hum slides through his hair. “Do you think you can sleep?”

There are layers to that question that he would be able to see even if he didn’t know her so well. He drums up a hint of derisive amusement, “Pray tell me you don’t intend to stay awake with me if I can’t?”

“I would,” she says, wrestling with a yawn that warns him the best she could do is try. But she would try.

He could almost drift off right then and there, and part of him thinks that would be a rather amusing way to answer the question. He speaks instead, “Worry not, dove. I…I can sleep.” He doesn’t add, Here. I can sleep if I stay here… Please…

“Sleep then, darling,” Gwen bids softly. “I’ll be right here.”

The word and assurance wrap around him, causing something warm and soft to well up and crack a little. He closes his eyes against it.

Darling.

Thancred should… make a joke about that. Gwen doesn’t call him things like ‘darling’ or ‘dear’, at least not so easily and comfortably as this. No, she hesitates before tripping over the endearment in place of his name, or awkwardly shoves it in mid-sentence like it’s a word she’s never tried to use before.

“Darling now, is it?” he teases.

Gwen’s hum of reply is drooping with lethargy and her hands are slowing. She’s lazy and heavy in his arms, already halfway asleep again.

He’s sure he can stay as he is, tucked safely against her– except part of him isn’t. But he’s ever been a firm believer that it is better to ask forgiveness than permission.

Besides, if she’s already falling asleep she clearly doesn’t mind their present arrangement.

Her hands still and her arms fall slack, their slight weight settling with a comfortable sense of finality. She moves a little and noses at his hair, mumbling through another yawn.

Then she’s asleep.

Thancred closes his eyes and listens, feeling her in his arms and under his hands. He sinks into the stillness of the room and hides his face against her neck, safe and secure when sleep finds him again.

#Thancred Waters #Thancred x WoL #WoL x Thancred #Guinevere Ashe #Gwencred #Nightmares #asks #My writing #comfort #dear god it took me forever to come up with something for this #so what else is new lmao #I DID try to keep it short #and I kinda sorta did #comfort and sleep #because am tired #and writing this made me more tired #thanks for the ask!#Answered

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whumpywhumper · 5 years

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Baser Natures—Part 4; i.e., Christine and Markus—Part 4

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V***V

Lucien looked down at Markus, the witch’s entire body trembling, covered in sweat and dripping with pain. He debated, for a moment, allowing Christine’s venom to run its course without intervening. Impressing this punishment upon him.

But the thready sound of his ragged breathing, coupled with the uneven thump of his heart in his chest, made the decision for him. He probably wouldn’t survive the hours it would take for Christine’s venom dissipate. He opened a bag that was stationed beside one of the crates, taking out a fresh syringe, and a bottle of fentanyl.

Carefully measuring the potent drug, Lucien stepped around Christine, who stood as still as a statue, and knelt next to the distressed human. Markus’s eyes were glassy, unfocused, tears slipping down the sides of his face. Soft sounds of agony sliding through his parted lips. Lucien pressed his fingers to Markus’s neck, and the witch bucked under his hand, whining and shaking his head, a full-body shudder rippling through him. “Easy, Markus,” he crooned, a warm feeling sparking in his chest as he slid the needle home, “this will make it stop.”

He started to push the plunger on the syringe, minding the way Markus twitched, his muscles spasming loosely on the concrete. The drug took effect quickly, Markus’s pupils dilating as his labored breaths slowed. Lucien pulled the syringe free of Markus’s neck when he was done pushing the drug and brushed the dark, sweaty locks away from the barely conscious man’s forehead, idly stroking his thumb across his skin as those gorgeous green eyes fluttered closed.

Shifting away from Markus, he stood with his back to Christine before slowly turning to his partner. Eyes locked on the now unconscious form, Christine did nothing to mask the lingering hunger on her previously nonchalant face. Her double set of fangs glistened in the dim lighting, plush lips wet with saliva from where she’d licked Markus’s blood from them. He stepped forward, hooking a finger under her chin to raise her gaze to meet his own.

This was the dangerous part, if she chose to fight him for the witch’s blood then it could be the end of their nest. But Lucien was confident, his beloved was wiser than that.

Christine swallowed fitfully, retracting her secondary fangs and straightening to her full demure height, drawing her mask back in place. “I can see why you’ve been distracted, love,” she murmured, voice hoarse. “I’m going to go.” She placed a hand on his chest, pushing herself away from challenging Lucien, a slight stumble to her step. “You owe me something pretty,” she stated as she left, the barely audible padding of her feet drifting away as she went towards their human’s quarters.

Lucien had the feeling they would be replacing a few positions in the nest.

Gathering up Markus’s lean frame, resting his face against his neck, the Elder took him back to his own suite, paying careful attention to the soft breaths that puffed against his skin. Markus whimpered when Lucien pushed the door closed behind them, quivering, his fingers jerking against his stomach. Lucien could hear the gentle crunch of the bones in his wrist at the movement, the way the broken edges rubbed together. He stroked a soothing pattern over Markus’s skin, shushing him and taking him into the bathroom.

The lavish bathroom was large and spacious, echoing tile and mirrors playing with dim lights. The tub was huge and molded, one side reclined and able to cradle Markus’s limp body, holding him where Lucien didn’t have to strain to reach him from the incorporated seat. Pale, blood streaked skin pebbled at the cold surface, a soft sound of discomfort coming from his bruised throat. Lucien hummed at the noise, brushing his fingers through Markus’s dirty hair, other hand petting over the aggravated bullet wound in his shoulder. He blinked at the heat pulsing under each of his hands.

Fever. High fever.

He tsked, irritated with himself. Now that he was paying attention, the fever was obvious in the sickly way that red had started to rim his eyes, blush his cheeks, in the way that color contrasted with the otherwise pallid hue to his skin. Carefully, he placed his thumb on Markus’s lower lip, the bluish tinge causing a wave of worry and annoyance. Christine had taken too much from the weakened witch. His delicate human constitution had already been fighting to stay alive with everything that had been thrown at him. Now, it was breaking down.

Leaving Markus safely resting and unmoving in the tub, Lucien gathered supplies from around his quarters, and placed them within easy reach. A weak moan reverberated off of the tub when he started an IV line in the crook of his arm, easily holding Markus in place when he tried to pull away, and a steady drip of fluids flowed into the dehydrated body under his hands. This venture had been impulsive, even if successful, and Lucien would have to be slow and careful with taking care of the witch if he wanted his pet to recover.

Turning the water on, Lucien wet a hand towel while he let it warm, picking up Markus’s broken wrist and gently toweling the blood on his arms away. The appendage was swelling, bruises purpling around around his hand, contaminated blood still leaking out of the torn skin. Markus whimpered when Lucien swiped over a particularly bad bruise, his lax face tightening with pain, his head ticking to the side. It had been a little less than an hour since the dose of fentanyl had been pushed into his system.

It wouldn’t be long.

V***V

A pounding, pulsing pain echoed through Markus’s body in time with the tight groan that wormed its way out of the back of his throat. His mind swirled around him, confused and dazed, and he shifted, trying to pick his heavy head up, before giving up, his head lolling in place. His eyelids fluttered, the barest of dim lights pushing his eyes back closed. What-? Where-?

The low growl of rushing water filled his ears, ricocheting off of his unknown surroundings. “Nuh. . .” Something swiped over the tender skin of his wrist, and Markus twitched with a whimper, trying to draw away only to find his wrist encircled, unable to move. Every muscle from his neck down to his toes throbbed in tandem, pain reverberating through his bones, and Markus whined. Distress and confusion eating away at what little facilities he had left. “Mmm. . . sss. . . “

“Easy, shhhhh,” a voice murmured to him, coming from everywhere and nowhere. He shuddered, a sob building in his throat, tears burning under his eyelids. Help. . . please. . help.

His chest was so tight, and he sucked in hitching breaths quicker and quicker as the pain mounted. Each beat of blood with the fitful movement of his heart felt like slow moving lava, scorching and withering by equal measures, venom being pulsed through his veins, threatening to burst through each re-sealed puncture wound. “. . . mmmmm. . .” Deep, tormented noises hummed up his vocal cords with every breath, between his teeth, and he shifted again, trying to bring his other hand to the palpating, choking pain in his throat.

A cold weight intercepted his reaching fingers, tugging his frail arm back down to his side to swipe at that wrist. Cold. Wet. “Shhh, don’t move, darling.” There was the hint of movement and the clink of something metallic under the thundering water. Liquid started lapping at his toes, and he jumped, a shock traveling up his spine at the movement.

Please. . . please. . . He shivered, his face uncomfortably hot while a wracking cold rattled through the rest of his body. The water was so cold, leaching away the heat his muscles conjured. “Muhh. . .“ Swallowing thickly, his dry mouth tasting of copper and razor blades, he protested the renewed pressure along his arm. The cold, wet pressure traveled up, swiping along his skin in steady patterns. Every touch was miserable. Igniting fresh pangs of hurt down through his tender skin and into the trembling muscles. He whined, turning his head away again, trying to pull his arms away from the touch.

“Easy, Markus, shhh, just relax.” The voice was low, soothing, but it sent a current of fear through his belly, making his lips tremble, a hot knot tying up his throat. The cold, wet thing moving along his skin made it to the crook of his neck, and his back arched involuntarily. A choked objection sticking in the back of his mouth.

He jerked his head to the side, “Plee. . sss. . .” he moaned, hazy mind only remembering that’s what he was suppose to say, what he was suppose to say to get the pain to stop. “Pleee. . . ssss…” his begging was plaintive, but the pressure didn’t move, the sensation slowly morphing into a hand gripping the bend of his neck, thumb pressing in circles around fang marks. The sob that had been building tumbled out of his mouth, breath leaving in harsh snaps when something cold was squeezed onto his skin with a click, stinging the myriad cuts and scrapes along his throat.

“I know, Markus, shhhh, I know. You’re doing so well, saying please, just like I asked you.” A hand cupped his cheek, pulling his face upwards. “Can you open your eyes for me, darling? Hmm?”

A sob shook his weak body, but he tried to open his eyes, tears streaming down the sides of his face. His throat clicked as he swallowed, and he blinked fitfully, eyelashes brushing against his cheekbones, sticking together in clumps, his gaze unable to focus on anything. Markus’s eyes rolled in his head, surroundings a blur of color and lights, panic starting to leach into any reasoning he was still capable of doing. Can’t. . . please. . . it hurts. . . His chest, god his chest hurt. His heart was pounding behind his sternum, his breaths coming shallow and quick.

The water started encasing his legs, making him sob harder, teeth chattering, icy fingers digging into the muscle of his thighs. He tried to move away from the water but the hand on his neck pressed him down, held him in place as shudders rolled in a convulsive wave through him. The water covered his lap, and the voice continued murmuring to him, “Easy, darling, the water feels cold because you have a fever. I’m just taking care of you, shhhh.”

Markus whimpered when the hand left his cheek, the barest touch trailing down to splash water onto him. A square palm came to rest over his heart, the other moving his arm to rest on something out of the water as a sharp tug in the crook of his elbow made him flinch. Stop. . . please please. . . stop. . .

V***V

Markus whimpered again, his green eyes muddy with pain, unfocused, uncut gems, lost and so, so afraid. His heart was thundering under Lucien’s hand, and he pressed his tongue along the swelling glands in the roof of his mouth. He couldn’t feed with Markus like this, not without killing him, but the instinct was still there. Especially with him begging so sweetly, those mumbled words prickling at him, making him want to ask for more.

The smell of fear, sweat, and adrenaline wafted from the body in the tub, Christine’s acrid venom mixing with the sweet smell of Markus’s magic. He cupped more water onto Markus, soothing his own need, letting the water continue to rise over his gasping chest. “Easy, darling,” he murmured, a mantra he repeated as Markus shuddered.

Taking the hand towel lathered in soap from Markus’s neck, he shut the water off, and started to clean his skin of the past few hours. He didn’t let his hands linger, knowing the distress that the water and pain was causing him. Piteous, indistinct begging accompanied each movement until fevered, green eyes slid closed. By the time Lucien scooped up the weak man’s shoulders, only muffled mewls echoed from Markus’s throat as the vampire shifted him, letting his dark hair rest in the water so that he could wash it.

The witch was completely slack and helpless by the time Lucien drained the tub. He unhooked the IV catheter to pick him up from the water, the moisture leaching into his shirt and drenching him before he was able to lay Markus on the bed, a towel spread out and ready to soak up the excess fluid. Lucien dried his darling with gentle hands before bundling him in blankets, taking a fresh towel to rub away the water from his black hair.

Lucien thumbed away the fresh tear tracks across Markus’s temples, taking in his fluttering green eyes and his soft crying. The only indications that he was conscious. Christine’s venom was potent, still interacting with Markus’s system, designed by evolution to incapacitate prey for a long period of time and exhaust them. It was so different from his own venom, and yet, so similar.

Hooking the IV back into the crook of Markus’s arm, he inserted more drugs into the bag, accompanying it with antibiotics. Changing quickly, the vampire slid into bed beside Markus, ignoring his disconsolate sounds, pulling him into his arms so that his head was pillowed on his shoulder, and Lucien could check his breathing and pulse regularly.

“Shhhh, rest now, darling.” He started humming as he ran his fingers through Markus’s damp hair, the heat from his fever warming Lucien’s cold skin. Markus continued to shiver, the minute muscle contractions slowing as the drugs took effect.

Lucien didn’t stop humming, holding the sick form tenderly.

#Markus/Lucien series #Markus #Lucien #My OC's #My writing #whump #vampire whump #bathing #creepy whumpers #care taking #kinda #non-con touching

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need-a-fugue · 4 years

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In the Beginning - Chapter 9

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: He knew how to hide, how to either fit in seamlessly with his surroundings or lean back into the shadows to escape detection. He knew how to get around without money or supplies. He knew how to get any supplies he may need. He knew how to evade and how to disappear. What he didn’t know – from the moment he pulled Captain America’s body from the Potomac – was what the hell he was going to do now.

Warning(s): some angst, some emotional and mental turmoil… wee bit of smuttiness

A/N: This is the first story in a series I’ve been working on for awhile (Supernova), an AU wherein Bucky Barnes gets the girl, and a chance at a new life.

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They stay at Digrispino’s for nearly two more hours, talking, laughing, drinking, and of course eating gelato. But as they leave the restaurant, he realizes that he honestly has no idea what they spent so long talking about. It was as though each topic so easily bled into the next. Every joke, every story, every excited interruption felt so smooth and casual. He realizes, as they walk back to the tower – him keeping her slightly swaying form between him and the closed shopfronts – that the words they spoke didn’t really mean anything at all. It was the rhythm that they had, that’s what had him buzzing all night.

“Ooop,” she lets out with a sloppy laugh as she trips over a crack in the sidewalk. He takes hold of her arm to steady her and she wraps her fingers around his metal wrist and leans into him.

“You’re kind of a lightweight,” he jokes, adjusting his arm to support her weight.

“Shut up,” she mutters. “I’m tipsy, not tanked.”

“Okay,” he laughs.

“We can’t all have the tolerance of a supersoldier,” she quips, dropping his arm and putting her hand up to the palm scanner at the back entrance of the tower. He stays plastered to her side as they enter and head for the elevators, just in case she wobbles again. When they get to the elevator, she slips her ID card in, her floor automatically selected. She turns to look at him. “You don’t have your card?”

He glances down at her. “I told Vito I’d make sure you got home safe.”

“Ah,” she smirks, “walking me to my door. Such a gentleman.”

“I was raised in a simpler time,” he says, his palm falling to the small of her back to guide her out of the elevator.

“I’m sure your mother would be so proud.” She turns to face him when they reach her door. “I’m really not drunk,” she says with a crooked smile.

“Okay.” He leans against the door frame, waiting for her to get out her card and scan in. But she doesn’t seem to be in any hurry.

“Thanks for coming out with me,” she says, leaning against the opposite side of the doorframe. “Things have been kind of… shitty lately.”

“Really?” he asks, genuinely curious not only about what that means, but also how it never came up during their nearly four-hour-long dinner.

She absently waves her hand through the air. “Work stuff.” Her eyes fall to her feet as she digs her toe into the dark wood floor. “I needed it though… a break. So… thank you.”

“Well, you know where to find me,” he says simply, “if you have any more shitty days.”

She looks up at him from underneath her dark lashes. “Yeah? You gonna spar with me again too?”

“After that arm bar? No way.” He straightens up and takes just the smallest step closer to her.

She lets out a psh and says, “Probably a good idea. After all, you have no idea what I’m capable of.” Those final words come out in a deep, husky sort of whisper. She gazes up at him with a crooked smile, and he shifts a bit closer still.

“You know we’re at your apartment,” he says softly, his head dropping so that his words tumble into her hair. He ducks a bit lower, nearly nuzzling her neck as he whispers in her ear. “Only you have the key, doll.”

His left hand hangs loosely by his side, his gloved fingers just barely brushing against her thigh. But it’s enough to cause her to take in a sharp breath. She tries to mask her sudden arousal by asking him, “Are you smelling me again?”

To which he replies simply, “Yes,” before placing a single, soft kiss on her neck.

She bites her bottom lip and lets her eyes fall closed as his lips graze her neck a bit higher. Then higher still. Then they place a chaste kiss on jawline, and that’s all she can take. “Okay,” she breathes out before turning her face and capturing his lips with her own. She brings her hands up to his face, then shifts them back so that her fingers can tangle into his hair.

Bucky presses closer and pivots so that he has her pinned against the wall. His metal hand falls to the curve of her hip, the other moving up to her face and then working its way into her hair. He gives her dark locks a little tug and as he’d hoped, she responds by opening her mouth wider. The kiss deepens and she lets out a small moan, just enough for only him to hear. He breaks the kiss and brings his hand down to her jaw, runs his thumb over her smooth, flushed cheek. “The key, sweetheart,” he says, staring into her heavily lidded eyes.

She doesn’t say a word. She just reaches into her back pocket to get her card, and turns slightly to scan it, her body still firmly sandwiched between him and the wall. As soon as the door lock clicks, he turns the handle with his right hand and shoves the door open as he scoops his left arm up under her ass and lifts her into him. Without any hesitation, she wraps her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck, and she begins kissing him again.

The apartment is dark and Bucky’s never actually been in it before, but it must have the same layout as Steve’s. At least, that’s what he assumes when he blindly stumbles into a sofa after just a few short strides. “Ow,” he lets out, dropping his right hand from her back to his shin.

She snickers a bit as she lets go of him, feeling behind her for the arm of the sofa. He sets her down on it as she untangles her legs from around him, but she does not let his mouth go. She brings one of her hands up to the back of his head and guides him down with her as she leans back, slowly falling over the arm of the couch. It’s a slow drop as he keeps his arm wrapped protectively around her back, lowering her down even as he’s forced to awkwardly climb over the arm. It’s only awkward for a moment, though. As soon as he’s on top of her it’s as though their bodies meld together. Pressed tightly to her is how he’s meant to be, he’s sure of that.

He’s getting harder by the second, and the fact that she can feel that as he slowly shifts on top of her makes her whole body burn. She moans into his open mouth and he takes that brief break to move his lips away from hers and instead trail wet kisses down her neck. He begins suckling at the tender flesh near her collar bone, smiling to himself when he takes in her sweet vanilla scent. “You smell so good,” he tells her as she huffs out erratic breaths from beneath him.

“Stopstopstop,” she issues out all at once. He does immediately, and tries to sit up. But she grabs the back of his neck and pulls him back down, ducking her head to attack his lips again. She kisses him hard for a good long beat, then bites his bottom lip and quickly pushes him up and off of her. She notes the confused look on his face, but only quirks a smile as she reaches down to grab the hem of her T-shirt before pulling it off and tossing somewhere behind her.

He stares at her, dumfounded, for a long moment as she reaches back to undo her bra. When she begins to peel it off, he brings his flesh and bone fingers down to her shoulder to help guide the strap, then he drops his face back down, peppering her bare skin with more kisses. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs into her as she arches beneath him.

She reaches down between them and he feels her fingers gently graze his stomach, lingering there before moving down to his jeans. He bucks at the touch as she slowly undoes the button and unzips him. “Shhhh,” she issues out, bringing her right hand up to his face as he pulls up and looks down at her. Their eyes lock in the dark, only the moonlight from her open window letting him see how serious her gaze has become. “Don’t stop,” she says, an urgency to her tone. “Don’t stop.”

And the truth is, he doesn’t think he could stop if he wanted to.

They fuck on the couch. Then they go to fuck again in her bed. At some point, her phone rings, the tone playing Steve’s old USO Captain America theme. And she sits upright, quirks her ears to figure out where the sound is coming from. “Is that – ” Bucky starts, a sly look on his face.

“His official ringtone,” she nods, shifting her weight beneath him and then giving him enough of a shove to roll him off of her and onto his back. He expects her to get up and go find the phone, probably buried in her purse in the other room. But instead she throws her leg over him, straddling his hips. “He’s probably wondering where his wittle baby is,” she mocks as she begins laying kisses on his chest.

“Shit,” he mutters. “What time is it?” He asks the question as though he’s preparing to say I better go or some such nonsense. But he makes no move to get up, or even look at the clock on her nightstand for that matter.

He feels her teeth graze his collar bone as she sighs out a “Who cares?”

He brings his hands to her ass, cupping each cheek as he pulls her closer to him. She lets out a little moan and bites down on his clavicle. “Keep that up, I might bite you back,” he says a little breathlessly.

She shifts on top of him just a bit as she reaches down to help guide him into her. “Good,” she almost squeaks. Once he’s inside, she sits upright and begins to ride him, shifting in slow-moving circles, as her hands press hard into his ribs. He keeps ahold of her hips, trying to keep his short thrusts in time with her.

She’s so close. He can feel it. She’s so close, and so is he, and it feels like they might actually cum together when from the other room they both hear a muffled, “The star spangled man with a plan!”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” she nearly shouts, tightening around him. It’s just enough to finish him, and it must’ve done it for her too because she crumbles down on top of him in an exhausted heap just after.

They’re both sweaty and out of breath as he brings his hand up to gently stroke her wild hair. “I love your hair,” he murmurs absently, closing his eyes.

“I hate your best friend,” she breathes into his chest.

He laughs so hard she has to shift off of him, his chest shuddering uncontrollably beneath her face. She rolls once more until she’s at the edge of the bed, then she awkwardly, exhaustedly, pulls herself up off the bed. “You’re going to answer it?” he asks, making no attempt to move.

Her voice travels back to him from the hall as she goes in search of the phone. “If I don’t, he’s gonna show up here.”

Bucky continues to lay on his back in the dark. “Let him,” he says to no one at all.

She’s only gone for a matter of minutes, but it’s late and he’s spent, so those few minutes are all it takes for him to start to drift off.

“Hey Sargent Badass,” she croons, flipping on the bedroom light. “Did I say you could nap in my bed?”

He squints painfully against the light, opening just one eye to glare at her. “What’d you tell him?” he asks, voice deep with fatigue.

She’s wearing the T-shirt that she shucked off earlier, and he can’t help but feel a little on display, laying sprawled out and naked in the now brightly lit room. He reaches over to gather the sheet and pulls it up to his waist as she crawls back into the bed. Curling up next to him and laying her head on his chest, she says simply, “I told him we were fucking and he should come join us.” He tries not to laugh, but she can feel his chest rattle from the stifled chuckle. She smiles as she singsongs, “Could be fun.”

He pulls her a bit closer, his arm around her back, right hand resting lazily on her hip. “I’d rather have you all to myself.”

They lay in silence for a long moment, his thumb gently brushing along her naked hip – the T-shirt too short to cover much more than her torso – and her fingers tracing circles on his chest. Slowly, her hand makes it over to his left side where she gingerly touches the thick scar separating flesh from metal. “Don’t,” he bites out, reaching up with his still-gloved metal hand and pushing her fingers away.

She relents, choosing instead to softly tap out a rhythm on the center of his chest. “I told him we were watching a movie and I’d send you home when it was over.”

“Yeah?” he asks, voice steady again. “What are we watching?”

“Die Hard.”

He scrunches up his face. “What the hell is that?”

She shifts next to him and rolls to her stomach, folds both arms on top of his chest and rests her head there so that she can look him in the eye. “It’s a Christmas movie,” she says with a wink.

He brings his hand up to her face, tenderly tucks her hair behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, looking into her eyes. She blushes and tucks her head to try and hide her face. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he mocks, “am I making you uncomfortable?” She doesn’t raise her face, only giggles like a little girl and nods into him. “You just seduced me and brought me into your bed after the first date. But me calling you beautiful is embarrassing?”

Her head shoots up. “That was a date?”

“If it starts with food and ends with sex, I’m calling it a date.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “Are you sure you even know how to date? What’s it been, 70 years?”

He lets out a small laugh. “Yeah, about that. But I always had to pay, and it very rarely ended like this.”

“Yeah,” she groans as she rolls over and out of his hold. “About this…” She sits upright and looks down at him, blush still peppering her cheeks. “I don’t usually do this. Just so you know.”

“Me either.”

“Yeah,” she laughs, “I figured you wouldn’t have had much occasion over the last few decades.” Her eyes go wide as she’s hit with a sudden realization. “Did I just pop your 21st century cherry?” she asks with a huge smile.

He rolls his eyes and shifts so that he’s propped up on his elbow. “I’ve had sex this century,” he says as though she’s an idiot for assuming otherwise.

“Really? With who?”

His eyes drop down to the sheets, avoiding her gaze. “Nobody,” he states plainly. Then, clearing his throat. “It was never… like this.”

“Is like this good?” she asks, an almost timid quality to her voice.

He looks up and sees her staring expectantly at him with those deep green eyes. He wants to tell her again how beautiful she is, but he’s sure she’ll just make fun of him. Instead, he reaches up with his left hand, cups it behind her neck and pulls her down to him for a long, deep kiss.

“Do you think we should tell Steve?” she asks when he pulls away.

He winces a bit as he sits up and moves to lean back against the headboard. “I don’t really want to talk about Steve while I’m naked in bed with you.”

“He might be pissed,” she says, sincere worry lacing her tone.

He looks over at her and finds her wringing her hands, staring at them as she almost violently twists her fingers. “Why?” he asks, reaching out and taking hold of her hands.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. He’s pretty protective of you,” she says, refusing to look up at him. “He might think that I took advantage or something.”

“I might be a little… screwed up,” he starts, lacing his fingers with hers, “but I’m a grown man.”

“You did just say I seduced you.”

“I was joking.” The corner of her mouth pulls up into a half smile as she shrugs. He sits upright, turns to her and takes her face in his hands, making her look him in the eye. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?” he asks.

“Since you found out I smell like cookies?”

He nods. “Yeah, that definitely tipped the scales.” He searches her face for something, an answer perhaps, as he realizes even he doesn’t know how long he’s wanted this. He just knows that, now that he has it, he’s not letting it go. “I don’t want to tell Steve,” he says after a long moment. “Not now. Not yet.”

“You embarrassed of me?” she jokes, nervously averting her eyes.

“Like I said before,” he says leaning in and pressing his forehead to hers, “I want you all to myself.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel fanfic #avengers fanfiction #bucky barnes x original #bucky x original female character #bucky barnes x original female character #bucky x oc #oc #sup

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paigenotblank · 5 years

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27 & 45, Eight x Rose!

tagging @doctorroseprompts for providing the prompt list.

27: happy birthday & 45: under the influence

pairing: eight x rose (with a side of eleven x rose)

rating: Explicit (NSFW)

Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABBEY & ROSE TYLER!!

Shadows of the Future

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Rose tripped and collided with the wall of a dank alley after a rough jump between dimensions. She clutched at her side, but the wound she’d received moments ago was already mostly healed. Breathing heavily, she leaned against the bricks at her back and took a moment to get her bearings. She should have been pulled back to control, but instead had ended… An’ where’s here? She glanced around before pushing off the wall and heading for a busy street.

She shook off the last of the lightheadedness from the dimension jump, and realized two things. Time was finally moving in a way she hadn’t felt in nearly four years. Home. And second, as her time senses re-calibrated to this universe she realized with a start that it was her birthday here. Her heart skipped a beat, it had to be a sign, right? Right universe on her birthday and it would be a gift to find the Doctor. Maybe the universe really will be kind for once.

Spinning around on the pavement, she desperately sought out any little sign of a blue box or its mad pilot. She closed her eyes and listened for the little hum in the back of her mind that meant the TARDIS was nearby. Her shoulders slumped with the realization that there wasn’t going to be a birthday reunion with her Doctor. Glancing down at the dimension cannon, she calculated that she had at least 26 minutes until she could jump again. The sound of raucous laughter and a deep bass beat pulled Rose toward a bar.

She pushed her way through a throng of patrons, both humanoid and very alien, to order the establishment’s strongest shot. She threw her head back and downed the fiery liquid. She focused on the burn coursing down her throat and into her stomach. Licking her lips, she glanced around and noticed a seat opening up. After settling herself on the stool, she ordered another.

Rose played with the rim of her glass and studied the dark brown liqueur. She wiped at the tears pricking her eyes that had nothing to do with the strength of the drink, and everything to do with the man that she missed so much. Shaking her head at the ridiculousness of nearly losing it just because the color of her drink matched the color of her lover’s eyes, she brought the glass to her lips. Just the thought of him had the hairs prickling on the back of her neck with awareness. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think he was in the room with her. She listened again for her bond with the TARDIS, but could only feel the pleasant fog caused by the alcohol.

Rose caught the eye of the man sitting down next to her and raised her drink to him. He was handsome, the blue of his eyes reminded her of her first Doctor, but this man was a stranger. “Happy birthday to me.” She tossed back that shot, as well, and slammed the empty glass onto the bar.

She felt the man’s eyes on her and turned to address him, but he spoke before she could put her thoughts together.

“You know those shots have much stronger effects on humans than the native population.”

Rose raised her eyebrow at him. “Who said I’m human?”

Amusement coursed through her at his shock, which quickly turned to excitement by the way he ran his eyes up and down her body. She shouted over the din to the bartender. “Another!”

When she glanced back at the stranger, his eyes were narrowed and he was frowning. “I’m sorry, but did you say you’re not human?”

Rose smirked. “I’m sort of human, not completely though. This thing happened and then… it’s not really that important, but anyway my…erm…well…afterwards he liked to say I was human mark 2.”

“Hmm.” The stranger’s velvety voice sent shivers up and down Rose’s spine. “Human mark 2. Sounds…fascinating.” He leaned in closer. “Can’t say I’ve ever met another human mark 2.”

Rose swallowed and nodded.

The man clapped his hands together and pulled back, breaking the spell that had fallen over her. “Still, the day I know everything, I might as well stop traveling.”

The blood drained from Rose’s face. She’d heard that turn of phrase before from-

The man extended a hand. “I’m the Doctor by the way.”

Rose leaned forward and tumbled from her seat. “Doctor!”

He jumped up to help her. “Are you okay, my dear?”

When Rose stood, she was grinning from ear to ear. “Never better.”

The strange blonde girl had the Doctor feeling discombobulated. “Do I…do I know you?”

Rose shook her head trying and failing to contain her smile. “Not yet! I’m Rose by the way.”

“Rose, eh? Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Rose.” His head tilted as he considered the woman before him. “You didn’t seem surprised by my name. I usually at least get an inquiry along the lines of ‘Doctor? Doctor who?’ Occasionally, ‘Doctor What?’”

Rose rolled her eyes. “I’ve heard of you is all.” She took her time perusing this new, well new to her, form of his. Her tongue poke out the corner of her mouth and she teased, “Thought you’d be taller.”

He sputtered, “T-t-taller? Why I’ve never been so insulted- I’ll have you know I am 3 inches taller than I previously was!”

Rose grabbed him by his cravat and pulled him flush against her. “Didn’t say there was anything wrong with how tall you are.” She stared at his lips, and licked her own. “In fact, I’d say you were the perfect height to do this.” She closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his. Their skin sparked where it touched and he gasped in surprise. She took advantage and used the opportunity to lick her way into his mouth. Rose carded her fingers through his luscious curls and he hummed low in his throat. The sound drove Rose to pepper his face with little kisses.

“Rose!” He yelped when she used her teeth on his neck. “I…are you…the drink…they’re very strong.”

She ran her tongue along the tendon of his neck. “‘S not the alcohol. Want you.” She mumbled against his skin, “tardisnow.”

His gaze sharpened on her. “What was- What did you just say?”

“Nevermind.” She nibbled her way up his jaw, scraping her teeth along his neck, just behind his ear. It never failed to drive her two previous Doctor’s wild and this one was no different. He gripped her hips and pushed her roughly against the bar. Leaning over her panting, he began to lower his mouth to her heaving chest.

The bartender slammed his hand onto the counter startling them. “Oi! None o’ that in here!”

Rose grabbed the Doctor’s hand. “Run!”

The two of them ran through the crowded dance floor, dodging couples, and burst out the door onto the pavement. They looked at each other and promptly doubled over laughing. When they were calm enough to speak, Rose gave him a crooked grin. “Don’t suppose you know anywhere we could go to…” She bit her lip and batted her eyelashes at him.

The Doctor was already pulling his key from his pocket. “As a matter of fact, my ship is nearby.”

He opened the door and swept a hand toward the interior of the blue police box. Rose entered and was taken aback by the differences. “Oh, she’s beautiful.”

The TARDIS greeted her with a flash of lights and a happy hum.

Rose spun in a circle trying to take in all the changes between this TARDIS and hers.

“Who are you?”

Rose glanced at the Doctor to see him glowering at her.

“What? What do mean?”

He crossed his arms. “You knew my name, you didn’t flinch at the size of TARDIS interior, and even I never get a greeting that enthusiastic from her. Who. Are. You?”

“I…I’m sorry, I can’t tell you.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Can’t. I want to, but-”

“Then you should leave.”

Her shoulders slumped. “I know.”

The quivering of her voice affected the Doctor more than he expected.

“Wait.”

Rose headed for the door, but paused at the ramp. “No. You’re right, Doctor. I…I shouldn’t be here.”

“Rose.” She looked up to see his eyes focused just offside of her. “You know me in the future. We were separated and you’re trying to me again. You will…and soon. Don’t lose hope, dear girl.”

She took several steps closer to him. “How…how’d you know all that?”

He shook his head to clear it. “This incarnation’s always been a bit prescient. What are you doing here, Rose? Really?”

“I- You’re the same man, yeah? And I…I missed you.” She reached out to touch him and, like at the bar when she kissed him, their skin sparked where it met.

“Oh, Rose.” A small smile tugged at his lips and he opened his arms. She wasted no time in flinging herself into his embrace.

“I miss you so much.”

He ran his hands up and down her back in an attempt to soothe her. “I’m here now, darling. Though I can’t bring you back to my future self. The TARDIS is practically screaming in my head against it.”

“Know. Can feel her too.”

“Can you now?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Must be a doozy of a timeline if the Old Girl doesn’t want me crossing it.”

She sniffed back tears and borrowed her cheek into his shoulder. “Yeah. S'pose it is.”

“Don’t cry, love.”

The endearment, so easily spoken, broke her. With tears running down her cheeks, she pushed him against the console and plundered his mouth. His surprise lasted but a breath, before he was passionately kissing her back. Flipping their positions, he lifted her by her bum onto the control panel. He thrusted against her and, with dials and levers poking her back and the Doctor poking her front, she gasped, “Bedroom. Now.”

He swept her up in his arms, his slight frame deceptive to the strength of his superior physiology, and carried her down the corridors toward the bedrooms. The TARDIS showed her approval by lighting the way and whooshing open any doors in their path.

The Doctor placed Rose gently back onto her feet at the foot of the bed and stepped back to tug at his necktie. Grabbing his shoulders, she pulled him forward into a snog and tipped herself back onto the mattress. He landed on top of her with a grunt. “But-”

“Shhhh.” She plunged her fingers into his hair and drew him down. She scratched her nails against his scalp and he groaned into her mouth.

“Rose…”

She could feel him throbbing against her upper thigh and dropped her fingers to his trouser fastening. Placket opened, Rose reached her hand in and ran her thumb over the tip of his cock.

“Fuuuck.”

She smirked against his lips. “We’re getting there.”

He cupped the back of her neck and brought their mouths together in a messy tangle of tongues. He drove himself against her core, her hand still wrapped around him tightened with each pass.

He tore himself away and sat panting on his knees. “If I am not inside of you soon, it’ll be over before it’s begun.” He reached up and pulled off his cravat before going to work on rest of his clothing.

Unable to keep her eyes from the proud appendage standing at attention and bobbing with his haste, Rose untied her boots and kicked them free. She undid the clasp of her trousers and snaked her hand into her knickers. Spreading the wet heat along her slit to the little nub pulsing with want for friction, had her eyes fluttering closed.

The Doctor’s strangled cry drew her attention. He sat frozen, watching her with wide eyes. Under his gaze, she wriggled free from her clothing and sank back amongst the pillows. She trailed her fingers slowly along the planes of her stomach, dropping to tease the hair at her groin before switching directions to play with her breasts. She tweaked her nipple and breathlessly asked, “Are you planning on joining me any time soon? Or should I…”

He swallowed, the movement mirroring the speed with which her fingers disappeared into her heat.

She’d barely blinked before he had the rest of his clothing removed and was pulling her dripping fingers toward his mouth. His tongue circled the digit and sucked on her dewy essence.

Arousal shot down her arm, tightening her nipples, before pooling at her core. She arched into his chest, prompting him to finally sink into her. They both hissed at the painful pleasure. He at the hot human heat, she at the stretch from being without him for so long. Both needing a moment, he panted at her neck and worried the skin there. When he felt her begin to shift beneath him, he pulled almost entirely from her body before pistoning back in.

They quickly found a rhythm that worked for both of them and it was a matter of moments before Rose was breaking apart. The clenching of her inner muscles around his cock had him jerking into his own release. Each little residual tremor from Rose, milked him of more and more cum until he collapsed on top of her.

Rose giggled at the snore at her ear. The same thing had happened the first time she and her first Doctor had had sex. For all his bragging about not needing sleep, she certainly seemed to know how to shag him past the point of exhaustion.

She brushed the hair from his face and kissed his brow. She rolled out from under him and watched as he hugged her pillow closer. It was better this way, no messy goodbyes.

She slowly re-dressed and, with one last look at the sleeping Time Lord, made her way back to the control room.

The last thing that Rose wanted to do was leave the Doctor, even if he wasn’t her exact Doctor, he was still the Doctor. And she’d been searching for him for so long. The only thing that kept her feet moving was the knowledge that this Doctor had a path laid out ahead of him. One she couldn’t be a part of, but that would lead him back to her at the end. Her grief - for her current struggle, for his upcoming struggle - nearly overwhelmed her, but a gentle projection of love and hope from the TARDIS had her strengthening her resolve.

“Thanks, dear.” A teasing hum, had Rose grinning. “Not if I see you first.”

She kissed her fingers and brought them to the time rotor. Squaring her shoulders and before she could change her mind, pushed through the front door. She stumbled as she came face to face with another TARDIS. Looking behind her to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. No, there’re definitely two of ‘em.

The door to the other TARDIS swung open and an unkempt young man with mussed, shaggy hair wearing an askew bowtie stomped out. He zipped closed his trousers and pulled a set of braces over his shoulders. He was mumbling to himself. “Couldn’t wait until after we finished to remember. Oh, no. Coitus interruptus by my own bloody wife. And right when we were getting to the good part.” He nodded at Rose as he pushed his way into the TARDIS she’d just left. “Hello, darling.”

Rose stood slack jawed when a feminine throat clearing had her spinning around.

Rose, a future one, leaned against the doorframe of the other TARDIS wearing nothing but a man’s tweed jacket and a smirk.

Rose’s eyes grew huge. “What?”

“Hello.”

“What’s goin’ on?”

“I remembered the events of tonight and immediately made the Doctor go hide the memories of this for his past self. Wasn’t gonna be able to concentrate, plus…” She shrugged. “Timelines.”

The younger Rose breathed out, “Oh. I hadn’t even considered…”

“‘S ok. I tell you, so you remember when your me, and then I tell the Doctor. It works itself out.”

Rose bit her lip and glanced from her future self to the door of the younger Doctor’s TARDIS. “So…we, um…”

The older Rose nodded. “You find him…the right him. Don’t worry about…well, it’s been ages for us. You’ll get back to the Doctor you remember. But, Rose, you’re gonna have to fight the universe for him. And I’ll tell you a secret…the universe has nothing on us.” The younger Rose grinned at that. “It’s not gonna be easy, but it’ll be worth it in the end.”

The future Doctor pushed his way out of his predecessor’s ship, leaned over to give his spouse’s younger self a kiss on the cheek.

“Happy Birthday, love.” His hand brushed a tendril of hair away from her temple and set the lock on her own memories before continuing on to his own TARDIS.

“So worth it.” The older Rose winked at herself and snagged the Doctor by his braces. She pressed her body flush against his. “I believe you were just about to give me my birthday present.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist and spun her into the ship, slamming the door behind them.

Rose watched the timeship dematerialize in front of her and with it went her own memories of the evening. With her heart full of hope for the first time in years and without looking behind her, she pressed the button that would take her one step closer to the end of this chapter of her life.

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