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no1frogfan · 1 year

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Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting

Daichi, Matsukawa, Kuroo, Ushijima x afab reader Word count: ~1.6k Tags & warnings: Smut, smut, n more SMUT-MDNI, thigh riding, dom (teeny tiny), praise, p in v, creampie (implied), oral sex (m and f receiving), hair pulling, fingering, throat fucking, I love a man that smells good and has a sexy voice

Note: New year, same horny me. This got out of hand. Recently did a lot of pet-sitting and I wish any (all) of this happened. It’s my first time writing smut - thoughts & constructive criticism welcome

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You meet Daichi before you even start cat-sitting. Due to a last-minute itinerary change, your friend flew out a day early and left her extra key with a neighbor for you to pick up. He opens the door dressed in a t-shirt and shorts and you’re reduced to a stammering mess as you gape at his immense biceps and thighs, trying to explain that you’re the cat-sitter and sorry for disturbing him but could you please get your friend’s key?

Daichi is too polite to comment on your wandering eyes and nervous stuttering, but he’s smirking to himself after he closes his door. Unfortunately for your composure, he suddenly finds himself needing to borrow a lot of things. Could he get some sugar? One of his best friends is an elementary school teacher, you see, and he wants to bring some cookies for the kids when he goes for a class visit. Does your friend have a wrench he can use? You don’t know where it is? Well, why doesn’t he come in to help you find it? You get used to seeing him every day, although he makes you short circuit each time, your nerves constantly on edge because he’s always murmuring things in your ear (he doesn’t want to startle you by yelling) or accidentally brushing against you (he can’t help it, he’s just so broad).

He finally decides to stop teasing you and asks you out to dinner. He’s so sweet and funny, and you find that when you’re not too flustered to function, you really enjoy his company, so much so that you invite him in for a drink afterward. The alcohol must have gone to straight to your pussy though because you quickly find yourself straddling him, absolutely intoxicated by his deep voice and masculine scent. You’re drenched and you can feel him straining against his pants, but he doesn’t want to rush it with you. He exudes natural authority, which is why you don’t let out a peep of protest when he tells you to ride his thigh first. He sits back with his hands behind his head and drinks in your furrowed brow and desperate whimpers as you grind yourself against his rock-hard muscle, cooing, “You’re doing so good, baby. Be really good and cum for me and I’ll give you a big reward.”

You’re confused when you call for your friend’s cat to come inside one night only to see her climb out of the neighbor’s window. The neighbor in question, Matsukawa, steps out onto the shared balcony and is just as confused to see you. You tell him you’re cat-sitting and he explains that your friend’s cat likes to sit on his laptop while he works. It turns into a comfortable routine to talk with him in the evenings while you wait for the cat to return. He’s incredibly handsome, but more than that he’s magnetic, witty, and has an absolutely lewd sense of humor that he’s surprised you love.

What you don’t know is that he’s got a major problem with you. The problem being he’s confused - no, frustrated - by why you’ve suddenly started wearing a shirt so flimsy it leaves nothing to the imagination. Every night, he struggles to keep himself from fixating on the swell of your breasts and the outline of your nipples poking through the sheer fabric. When he retreats to his apartment after your chats, he’s so worked up he has to fuck his fist, picturing how you’d look underneath him, glassy-eyed and drooling with his cum all over those pretty tits and leaking out of your pussy.

After a solid week, he decides enough is enough and invites you over. The two of you barely make it more than 10 minutes. He’s pouring you a drink when you confess you’ve been wearing that shirt on purpose after seeing him out on a run. In a flash, Issei’s got you bent over his kitchen counter, pulling your panties to the side. He barely needs to prep you because you’ve been looking forward to this all day, cursing under his breath as his fingers slide in with little resistance. He pulls your head back by your hair and growls into your ear while he rails you from behind, “If you’re gonna tease me, you better be ready to show me what this tight little pussy can do.” You barely register what he’s saying because the only thing you can focus on is how full you feel with each delicious drag of his thick cock against your slick walls. His cum drips down your thighs as he reaches between your legs one more time. “Gonna cum on my cock again baby?”

You first see Kuroo one morning while walking your friend’s dog. He’s out on a run with his own dog and you’d have to be a statue to be impervious to how his shirt clings to his chest. He sees you checking him out and decides to give you a show by lifting up the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his neck. Except he accidentally uses the same hand that’s holding the leash, causing his dog to pull him forward flat onto his face. After you make sure they’re both ok, you let yourself laugh so hard you get a stomachache.

You wonder if you’ll run into him again after that fiasco. He must be shameless because he makes sure to leave the house at the same time the next morning to catch you. He’s more sheepish this time, though he still drops some cheesy jokes. You run into him every morning after that, and every evening too. He always stops to chat. You give him shit for how unfunny he is, but he lives to hear your groans when he comes up with an especially terrible line. You two fluster each other constantly. His stomach flutters on the rare instances he actually makes you laugh - loudly and genuinely - at something he says. Meanwhile, you’re speechless when he starts running without a shirt on (because it’s hot out and not for any other reason), eyes hungrily taking in every inch of corded muscle. He smirks when he catches you gawking at him yet again, “Want me to ask you over or something?” Let me tell you, that false bravado slips right off when you reply, “Yea, I’d like that,” and suddenly he’s the one that's a stuttering wreck.

You go over to watch a movie together that night, but don’t get far because it’s adorable how he fidgets with his hair and his cheeky grin is so charming and he smells so enticing that it’s impossible to keep your hands to yourself. He shoos his dog out of the bedroom when you get down to business because “I don’t want her to see this.” As ridiculous as this man is, he is an artiste when it comes to eating pussy. He’s got you cumming around his tongue and fingers for the fourth time and doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. You’re gasping for breath, barely able to form a coherent thought, cunt drenched and clenching and begging for him to fuck you already. “Cum for me one more time baby, then I’ll do whatever you want.” But he’s said that three times already.

You’re intimidated when Ushijima opens his door but not too intimidated to ogle him as drops of sweat glide down his naked torso. You’ve interrupted him in the middle of a workout, but how were you to know? You just wanted to hand over a package that had been misdelivered to your friend’s apartment next door. You watch the way his muscles ripple as he reaches for the box, and he watches you brazenly eyefuck him (to be fair, his pecs are right there, not to mention the shadow of something massive in his shorts).

After that, he always offers a polite hello in the hallway, but never initiates conversation and only gives you one-word responses, so you figure he’s not interested. It’s disappointing, but at least you can still fantasize about him, moaning his name while knuckle deep in your soaking cunt, desperately wishing it was his thick fingers instead. You hear a knock and hurriedly throw on a robe to find Ushijima at the door. He clears his throat. “Were you…calling for me?” SHIT. You forgot to close the windows. If only the ground would swallow you whole right now so you don’t have to stammer out an excuse, any excuse.

But then you notice the nervous bob of his adam’s apple and the bulge in his pants, and you find yourself asking if he came over to help. He nods, following you to the couch obediently like a huge puppy. He’s so timid at first, letting out sweet little whines when you wrap your lips around him, barely able to fit a few inches in your mouth. But now he’s grunting like a feral thing as he fists your hair, slamming his cock over and over again into the back of your throat, unable to hold back as he chases his own release. And after he pumps your throat full of cum, you’re going to count yourself the luckiest bitch in the world as you slowly sink your dripping pussy down onto his fat cock. “Are you sure I’ll fit?” he whispers in a haze, watching your eyes roll back as he disappears inside of you inch by inch.

Note 2: Pussydrunk Kuroo or bust. Ok but now I’m thinking about how hilarious (read: horny & amazing) reader’s life would be if this was all in the same apartment complex and happening at the same time

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sipsteainanxiety · 1 year

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˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ valentine's day brings promises of chocolates and roses, hugs and kisses, smiles and laughter. but this year it also happens to bring along something more... bittersweet ˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖

welcome to dark chocolates, a multi-fandom valentine's day collab brought to you by the teahouse, a discord server ran by @petrichorium and myself. you will find stories of romance and love, yes, but with a twist!

the deadline for this collab is, of course, valentine's day, so expect pieces to be posted around then and subsequently updated on this masterlist! you can also track the #teahouse collab: dark chocolates tag for fics as they are uploaded.

please be mindful of the tags listed for each fic. we hope you enjoy all the following wonderful pieces written by the wonderful authors in the server. happy reading! ❦

for you, anything by @tsukkismoonlight

pairing: nakedtoaster x reader

mentions: general warnings around breakups, thoughts/anxiety related to self image/self worth

summary: you've sworn off love. after the way your last ex treated you, after all of the heartbreak, and all of the nights you lost to someone who didn't care, you have had enough. or, that's what the plan had been. you wouldn't have guessed that a tiny fan server with less than ten members hid someone who made everything feel like all of that pain was worth it. and you, they'd do just about anything.

idk man by @antheawritings

pairing: onion thief x reader

mentions: character death

summary: dead grandpa :( but it’s okay bc sexy onion man :)

cacoethes by @venexus

pairing: aki hayakawa x reader

mentions: prior toxic relationship (reader & unnamed ex), romantic tension, smoking

summary: cacoethes (n.) - the urge to do something inadvisable.

alternatively: when you escape a toxic ex, your favourite work colleague is there to pick up the pieces.

untitled by @petrichorium

pairing: diluc ragnvindr x reader

mentions: sfw, royal au, reader is explicitly female, canon typical violence, family death, mourning

summary: in which after five years spent rampaging amongst the frigid tundras and snowy forests of snezhnaya in the aftermath of his father’s death, crown prince diluc ragnvindr finally makes the journey home with a life-threatening injury—and an unanticipated companion.

standing still by @lou-struck

pairing: wakatoshi ushijima x reader

mentions: breakup angst

summary: you have been together for years, but it doesn't seem to be going anywhere.

a persistent lack of follow through by CooPigeonCoo (ao3)

pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

mentions: exes, breaking up & making up, angst with a happy ending, personal growth, drinking, sexual content, child abuse, humor, pining, natural disasters, serious injuries, domestic fluff

summary: shouto had learned a lot from his father; how to take a hit, how to pull himself back up, and how to hold a grudge.

but one thing endeavor could never teach his children was how to be a good partner.

shouto had to learn that particular skill the hard way.

-----

he had spent long, sleepless nights reflecting on the things you had told him; the reasons you left. every moment of your acquaintance was turned over repeatedly in his head and examined until one devastating conclusion was reached:

"i was a bad boyfriend," shouto muttered dejectedly, idly picking at the label of the shochu bottle in the middle of the table.

----- a story where shouto loves, loses, and learns.

the night train by @pikatsum (tumblr) / Undercover_Royalty (ao3)

pairing: midoriya izuku x reader

mentions: SFW, some angst, hurt/comfort, fem!reader

summary: “what, did we both get dumped, tonight?” you ask, ever tactless in the face of silence.

through the sniffles, the hooded man gives a little jolt that might have been a laugh. it’s a start, at least.

when the night calls by @sipsteainanxiety

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

mentions: char death (bkg) but not reaaalllyyy, aged up chars (25+), supernatural elements in a pro-hero au, grief/mourning, horror-esque but it's romantic i promise, hurt/comfort

summary: you thought katsuki was gone—that he had abandoned you in this life to move on to the next. you saw his body—lifeless, cold, still. saw him get lowered into the ground in his dark casket enveloped in his hero colors. you stayed, for hours after the funeral, at his grave.

you thought he was dead. that he'd left you alone.

you were wrong.

#teahouse collab: dark chocolates #nakedtoaster x reader #onionthief x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #wakatoshi ushijima x reader #ushijima x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #blooming panic x reader #genshin x reader #chainsaw man x reader #haikyuu x reader #mha x reader

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lairofsentinel · 5 years

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Author Meme

Author Name: AsunderWolf

Fandoms You Write For: Usually I write one multichaptered fic of each fandom I get into in a wild way, and their holes or ending do not satisfy me. I tend to write “fix-it” of “fill-in-the-hidden-scenes” fics. I don’t like AUs. Fandoms: Dreamfall Chapters, World of Darkness [vampires and mages], The Technomancer, Ace Attorney, Divinity Original sin 2, Moebius: Empire Rising [nobody knows this game XD]. I have in my computer a terrible +52 chapter fic of Mass Effect in Spanish [working in science and having Mass Effect to explore the “reality” of exotic matter as the one responsible of biotic powers made me go too out of control. It ended up in a heavy scientific fic that has no real purpose, after all someone will read a fic to enjoy a story, not to learn physics XD]. I also wrote scraps of Skyrim scenes that I was thinking to gather in a big fic, with a main character I hate, as a challenge for me to write something too alien of my style, and... it didn’t go well [the attempt is in my tumblr tag section]. I also have small fics of Dragon Age, but when I was practising English, so they are disastrous [also in the tag section of my tumblr]. I also wrote an original story [a trilogy] of a rock band in Spanish, and a long fic of Sailor Moon, in Spanish too.

Where You Post: Mostly on AO3. I used to publish in Fanfiction.net.

Most Popular One-Shot: The only one I have: Shattered Hope [The Technomancer]. That final scene of the game broke me.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Looming Truths [Ace Attorney], even though I'm not sure how much I should trust in the “hit count”.

Favorite Story You Wrote: Looming Truths. It was just so wild and broad in characters and plot and subplots and all the detective-like content. I love when things are so out of control. It’s a love-hate feeling. Also, this story was my first proper English fic, so... it had a lot of work in terms of language. Even though I don't like at all how it was written. If I could rewrite it again, it would be better for my taste, I think. By now, I'm loving the serie About Feathers and Claws [Divinity Original Sin 2].

Story You Were Nervous to Post: About Feathers and Claws [Divinity Original Sin 2]. I'm writing a char with a sensitive background, trying to break the tropes that I usually see in fics when it comes to a char like him. I deeply dislike the concept of “once you meet the right person, all your trauma disappears”. Nothing could be further from the truth.

How Do You Choose Your Titles: In general, at the end of the fic. Once I finished the fic itself [or maybe I still have to work in editing it], so I try to recall the main symbols of the fic, or if there is not such a thing, something that will work like a metaphor of what I've written. Sometimes, it's a symbol related to the main characters.

Do You Outline: Yes. Everything. When I start thinking in a fic, I already know how I want to finish it. With what event it will end. The problem is to write it later, but I know how the main plot works. That’s key to keep you writing and not lost in weird “blocks”. I also do a separated outline of subplots that I interweave with the main plot. Everything has to be clear so I do not repeat scenes, information, and the plot develops with each chapter.

Complete: Everything I start publishing is already finished. I just give them a last revision while publishing [if I have not the luxury of a betareader], that's the reason why I don’t publish all the chapters at once.This is my completion-compulsion working, the reason why I will watch terrible bad shows only for the sake of completing them, or read bad things to the end, or play terrible things. Sometimes it’s a true waste of time.

In-Progress: I could say it's About Feathers and Claws [Divinity Original Sin 2]. I’m writing the last chapters of the last part of the serie.

Coming Soon: About Feathers and Claws [Divinity Original Sin 2]. Polishing the last part of the serie: Divine Doom. I’ve set free many problems in this story, and gathering at the end is... truly a pain in the ass.

Do You Accept Prompts: In general, no. I don't like writing short loosen scenes and publish them. I do write them, but they are all gathered in a big archive of my computer where I go every time I need to write a scene of something I've already thought, so I have the scene in a draft version, ready to edition. This is useful considering I tend to write a lot of draft scenes in my commuting [it takes me 4 hours a day], so my tablet has a lot of these scenes that could be considered prompts, but I won’t publish them unless it’s in a big fic.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: It's always the story I'm writing at that moment, in this case, About Feathers and Claws [Divinity Original Sin 2].

I tag @matsuorka, @naromoreau , @a-tear-in-the-veil , @dark-rose89 , if you want to do it, no obligation, of course.

#ask meme #meme #askmeme

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iwantthedean · 6 years

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Two Prompt One-Shot #45: Makeshift Medic

Summary: Sam is severely injured on a hunt; you do your best to save him, despite Dean’s doubts. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1265 Warnings: Description of injuries and makeshift medical attention, some really ridiculous medical stuff that probably doesn’t make sense at all and only serves the purpose of this story. Prompt: Bolded in fic; chosen by those who voted for the next Two Prompt One-Shot back in mid-September. In true Nicole fashion, it took me until now to finish it. Here is the original post, if you need some explanation.

Your eyes grew wide as the werewolf shoved its claws into Sam’s abdomen. It had been the younger Winchester’s own idea to set himself out as bait and, not for the first time, things had gone terribly, terribly wrong.

Dean screamed out his brother’s name before acting quickly, riddling the werewolf’s body with silver bullets. The creature dropped the ground, returning to its human form, eyes staring into nothing before the orbital muscles relaxed and his eyes closed.

Sam was on the ground too, blood pouring from the wound in his side. Dean pulled off his flannel and pressed it to Sam’s side in an effort to stop the bleeding.

“Dean, we can’t stay here,” you reminded him, looking around for the rest of the pack to quickly descend on the three of you. “We have to get him out of here.”

“Yeah, all right. Help me get him to the car.”

Between the two of you, but mostly with Dean’s effort, you got Sam slumped into the back of the Impala. His face was going pale as the blood saturated Dean’s flannel. Sam’s eyes grew glassy, and you told him to hold on — you were going to get help.

“He’s never going to make it if we don’t stop the bleeding,” Dean called over his shoulder as he raced down the road.

You nodded, pulling out your phone. This was going to be a huge risk, and Sam was not going to enjoy it, but you were going to figure it out.

“You’re googling?” Dean demanded.

“Shut up,” you said, quickly typing in a search inquiry. How to stop severe bleeding; once you got through all of the ‘Call 911, go to the ER’ type information, you found a survivalist site that gave a how-to on makeshift stitching for internal injuries.

Rummaging in your bag for the first aid kit, you pulled out a needle, thread, a lighter, and some rubbing alcohol. You also found a fifth of something or other which you made Sam take a long swig of before you poured the alcohol over his wound.

“Fuck!” Sam cried out, the alcohol stinging his exposed flesh.

“Sorry,” you winced. You held the lighter to the end of the needle and pushed the thread through the eye. “Okay, Sam. You ready? This isn’t forever, just long enough for us to get you to a hospital.”

Sam took another swig of the alcohol and nodded. “Yeah. Okay. I’m ready.”

“First of all, this car is moving,” Dean reminded you. “Not to mention, you’ve never done stitches before, and that shit is deep, Y/N.”

“Well, like I said, it’s not forever. Thanks for the vote of confidence, by the way,” you muttered.

Dean rolled his eyes and fixed his eyes on the road while you fixed your eyes on Sam’s wound. You took a deep breath, said a quick prayer, then put needle to flesh.

Sam cried out with the first puncture of that deepest exposed layer. You could only imagine the pain he was in; you apologized over and over, with every dip of the needle back into his muscle.

A couple of minutes later, Sam passed out. Blood was dripping over the seat of the Impala, and you could only imagine how that contributed to Dean’s concern over the whole matter.

“You better hope he wakes up,” Dean growled. “Or we’re going to be in bigger trouble than explaining how he got hurt in the first place.”

You rolled your eyes and continued working. Some of the stitches broke through the tender flesh, requiring that you go back and redo them in meatier portions of the tissue. Sam’s pulse stayed as strong as it could with that level of blood loss, until you were done.

“He’s looking really pale,” Dean said, looking over his shoulder.

“Well, he lost a lot of blood,” you sighed, rummaging in your bag for supplies you kept only for the most dire of circumstances.

After opening everything you would need, you splashed more of the rubbing alcohol over your arm and then Sam’s. Pulling your belt out of its loops, you tightened it around your arm and positioned the needle above the throbbing vein there.

“What the hell, Y/N?”

You sighed. “Last hospital we were in, I grabbed a couple transfusion kits. Pretended to be a student, got taught how it works in trauma situations like this. Just trust me.”

The needle stung only for a second when it went in; you managed with one hand to tape down the needle, clamp the tube, and then got the belt off of your arm. You wrapped it around Sam’s arm, but before you could insert the needle into his vein, the Impala swerved to the side of the road.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you demanded. “I’ve got a needle in my arm and I’m ready to put one in your brother’s and you swerve like that?”

Dean got out of the car and opened the backseat. “We’re just gonna call an ambulance. Forget this transfusion business. We can’t do this.”

“We aren’t doing this, I am. By the time the ambulance gets here and finds us, Dean, it could be too late. We’re in the damn middle of nowhere! You need to keep driving and let me do what I’m doing.”

“We can’t —”

“If you tell me again we can’t do this, I’m going to kick you somewhere you’re not going to enjoy,” you threatened through clenched teeth. “I want to save Sam just as bad as you do, but your doubt is really not helping things. Now. Get in the driver’s seat, get us to a hospital. Now.”

Dean still looked skeptical, but he managed to follow your orders. You finished setting up the transfusion, and then Dean carefully navigated the Impala back onto the road.

When you finally reached the hospital, Dean ran in and yelled for help. A whole crew of hospital staff rushed out, their eyes wide at the scene in the backseat of the car.

“He was stabbed,” you quickly explained, “some weirdo roaming around while we were camping. He lost a lot of blood while I did his stitches …”

“You did good,” one of the doctors assured. “Let’s get both of you inside.”

Sam was placed onto a gurney, and you followed beside the bed until a nurse could safely clamp the transfusion tubing again and pull the needle from your arm. She gave you some graham crackers and orange juice to help with the blood you had lost in the process, then sent you out to the lobby to wait with Dean.

The minute he saw you, though your clothes were covered in blood and relief dragged your posture down, Dean pulled you close to him, kissed your forehead — then gave in to his own relief and hugged you tighter.

“You saved his life,” Dean sighed. “And you didn’t give up your own in the process.”

You pulled back for a moment. “Is that what you thought was going to happen?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged, running his hands up and down your arms. “I didn’t know how much blood you were giving up. Thought I might lose both of you.”

In a rare moment of public affection, you pressed your lips quickly to his. “I would never let you lose either of us, if I could help it.”

Dean let his forehead fall against yours, working to catch his breath and slow his mind until the doctor came out to update you both on Sam’s condition.

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cheeruplovely · 7 years

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Olicity: Aftermath (3x01 stolen moment)

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The moment Oliver knows that he’s in love with her is when she’s laying out before him. She’s prone on the table that he’s been on so many times with her taking care of him, and all he can do is stroke back the hair from her blood-stained forehead. He wants to move, to take charge, to go after the people that did this to her - to them - but all he can do is stand there beside her, because the idea of being apart from her and her waking up without him is hurting the part of his heart that he reserves exclusively for her.

That’s when he knows.

Oh, he knew that he loves her. He’s pretty certain he’d been about to tell her that over dinner before the explosive interrupted things. He’s known it for a while now. He’s reminded of it every time she smiles at him, every time there’s a flicker of gold in his eye line when her ponytail swings, every time she emails him another case study of how to improve his business image with one of her signature smiley face emoticons following it.

But now, with a slight tremor in his fingers as he curls his free hand around her still one, he knows that this is not adoration, infatuation or even an obsession.

He’s in love with her. Entirely. Completely. Eternally.

Up close, he can see the evidence of her nerves for tonight shrouded in the soot that covers her from the explosion. He can see the slight shake that she had in her hand when applying her eyeliner, the extra layer of red coating her lips for that flawless finish, the earrings that she’d worn once to the office on the day of a big meeting because they were her favorite pair. How long has she spent perfecting her hair when she’d stepped out of the shower after work? How many dresses was she torn between wearing? Were the red heels new or has she been keeping them for the perfect occasion?

For all the build up they’ve had over the last few years, who’d have imagined this had been nothing but a nervous first date? He’s felt a discreet humming through his body today at the thought of ending it across a table from her, an anticipation of those smiles she has for only him, of what her eyes look like when she’s seeing him as more than a boss, a friend, or a partner.

Tonight he’s come so close to starting the rest of his life with her, and as his gaze roams over the charred marks on her crimson dress, he wonders whether that’s still a possibility for them.

“Oliver!”

The way she bolts up towards him finally draws movement out of him. He meets her halfway, matching her racing breaths with soft words that don’t quite register because all he can think about is those fearful eyes staring back at him. Part of him is glad that she’s awaken in search of him, that she knows that he’ll be right at her side, but that’s pushed aside by the part of him that’s just carried her away from a burning restaurant without any idea if she’ll really be okay.

But she is. He can see that now. There’s no dangerous burns although she’s covered in ash and grime, and the head wound is worrying him a whole lot, but she’s awake, and she’s looking at him, looking for him, and she’s alive.

He’s not sure what words he speaks when she agrees to lie back on the metal table beneath her, never relinquishing the grasp she has on his arm in case he can even fathom the idea of leaving her side. He knows how the cold metal stings the skin, but he can still feel the choking heat of the ruined building and he imagines the cool surface must be quite soothing to her heated flesh.

And then he’s over her, carefully pushing her tangled her away from the bleeding gash on her hairline and finding that he’s not so worried. He’s aware that head wounds bleed deceptively freely even though the wound is shallow. It’ll bruise around the impact site, but he doesn’t think it will scar, although all he can bring himself to say is that she’s okay.

She’s okay.

Her eyes never leave his, not until her breathing has settled and her eyes slip close. “Felicity, eyes open,” he directs, far more briskly than he means to but the panic of her slipping away again is too real. “I need you to stay awake, okay?”

“Okay,” she repeats, nodding with a slight wince, and she’s in pain, he needs to do something about that. She’s hurting, he needs to fix it. “Are you okay?” she asks him, squeezing her hand around his forearm.

It halts everything in the forefront of his mind - because everything he’s focusing on is her, her, her, and she is asking him to reverse that. He doesn’t matter right now, not in his own set of priorities, because all that matters is that he has the bodily action to get her to safety and he hasn’t died in the process, so as far as he’s concerned, he’s fine.

“We’re both fine,” he assures her, bringing his free hand over hers with a touch of assurance. “You’ve hit your head though, so we just need to be careful for a while, keep an eye on you.”

She processes this with a deep breath, something he admires about her. It never takes her longer than the space of a breath to shift her reality to whatever has changed around her. She moves with the task at hand, applying herself however she’s needed, but right now all she needs to do is keep breathing and keep holding onto him, never letting go if he has his way.

That’s what he wanted for his evening. To never let her go.

He had no intention to rush anything, but this was Felicity. This was the woman who holds every part of him in the palm of her hand. As much as he wants to be a gentleman who planned to kiss her goodnight and see her to her door safely, he knows that if she’d invited him inside he’d have been a slave to her offer and spent the night with her in his arms. He wants to be better than he has in the past, to wait, take things slowly, to find appreciation in the slow burn, but they’ve been dancing around this for over a year now, and they hardly need to waste time with getting to know each other.

He’s already in love with her. He’s already planning on spending every day falling more in love with her.

There’s nothing left to fight.

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