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sleepinghypnos · 9 months

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ITZY Yuna ft. aespa Karina x Male Reader (OC)

Tags: Smut

Genre: Facefucking, Blowjob, Breeding, Rough Sex, Female Idol x Male Reader (OC), Self-degradation, Filming, Cheating.... (Extreme, Size Comparing, Humiliation.)

PS: If this is not your type of tea, please don't read it.... Even I feel kinda bad.

"Oppa, Can you help me unhook my bra!" You are at the other side of the door when Yuna's voice caught your attention, she's calling you inside ITZY's waiting room.

Upon entering the room, you saw her barely naked... her skirt is still on but bra is the on the only clothing she had.

It's not even new to you since you've been engaging with sexual acts with her quite often.

ITZY has been peaceful, no stalking or anything like what they had in the past and what you're doing is just accompanying them with their schedule like ordinary bodyguard.

You helped her unhook her bra as per her request, you felt that she shiver as your fingers skillfully unclasp her bra then the fabric loosening around her chest.

"Thanks oppa! It was getting so tight lately..." She let a soft moan, feeling the sweet relief as the pressure on her breast eases, you can see her nipples hardening slightly from the sudden exposure to cool air.

She saw you staring and smirked, "Now, is there anything else you want to help me with?" Her playful side starts reveal itself.

"That's my line.... So, is there anything else you want my help with?"

"Mmm... I wouldn't mind a little more help, Oppa." She gave a sultry smile, her eyes glinting with desire... "Maybe you can help me with this pesky clothing too." pertaining to her safety short under her gray skirt. She's biting her lips, body swaying slightly waiting for your next move.

"Well... I can." You said and see her face brighten. She's anticipating your moves as you reach for her safety shorts. But instead of pulling it down, you ripped it and slide her panty to the side and grope her pussy.

"Oh shit! Oppa!" She gasp sharply, her body jerking in response to your bold move, feeling your fingers against her wet, aching core as a spurge of pleasure courses through her.

"Your touch is.... so intense, I can't help but to want more..." Whimpering softly, and her hips instinctively rocking against your hand as she crave for further stimulation.

"Kneel for me."

"Yes, Oppa..." She complied at your command, sinking to her knees before you with an eager look in her eyes, a surge of submission washing over her as she await your next directive, feeling the anticipation and excitement that she will experience once again even though you made love with her multiple times, she can't get enough of it and gets addicted to the feeling of ecstasy and pleasure that only you can provide.

You whipped out your massive throbbing cock and slap lightly to her face. Her cheeks flush with excitement as the impact of your impressive length sends a jolt of arousal through her, breath hitching at the sheer size that gets her addicted.

"Mmm... I love it when you act like this Oppa, it's intoxicating." She looks up at you with submissive adoration, lips parting in waiting for what's to come, her body is quivering with need.

Her eyes is fixed on your massive size, a feeling of apprehension coursing through her. "It's still surprising to see how big you are." Her body is shivering and aching to experience the fullness of your girth once again.

She didn't waste any more time and obediently leaned forward, parting her lips to take your throbbing cock. She eagerly begin to lavish it with oral attention, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

"I want to please you." She moan softly, her lips and tongue working diligently at shaft, making her own desire grow each passing moment. "You're stretching my mouth... that my boyfriend can never do." Her eyes are heavy with lust, looking up at you and each bob of her head her saliva glistening your shaft.

She's trying to take in every in of you every time she pushes her head forward, and licking the underside as she pull your cock out of her mouth.

"I love the way it chokes me every time I try to deepthroat it, stretching my jaw making me more submissive to you." She said with desire and adoration.

She leaned forward to take your cock once more, her eyes were rolling back letting you use her mouth like a fleshlight. Soft moans and whimpers escaped from her lips as she gripped your thighs tightly, pulling you deeper into her mouth indicating for you to go harder.

You obliged and thrust into her mouth with fervor making her choke and gag yet you didn't care since it was her desire to get facefucked.

"GLLRRKKK! MMPPHKK! GWOOCK!" She pulled back making a pop sound as soon as your throbbing member escaped her mouth.

"Oppa! I really like deepthroating your cock." Yuna said in a husky and breathless tone, she looked up at you her eyes were pleading while keeping her hand stroking your hard cock. She craves your touch and wanted to satisfy your every desire, no matter how naughty or taboo it is.

As she spoke, her hand moved faster along your shaft. She couldn't help but moan softly at the feeling of your throbbing cock in her hand. Desire and excitement had been building up inside of her finally couldn't be contained anymore and stood up.

"Oppa! I want you to put it inside me." She said breathlessly. "I want to feel all your massive ten inches cock inside my body." She knows your specific size because of how often you fuck her and got curious and she actually measured it.

Her eyes gazed into yours with such intensity that you could feel yourself getting even harder just looking at her. She licked her lips as she leaned in closer, whispering softly in your ear. "Please, Oppa... I want you so much right now..."

"Beg me to fuck you." You said with such flirtatious tone.

Her eyes widened at what you said and remembered what she should be calling you, cheeks flushing bright red as she spoke. "Daddy... please, I want you to fuck me. Please put your big cock inside me," she said in a soft, pleading voice.

"I'll do anything you want, Daddy. Just please make a mess out of me." She walks to the sofa in the waiting room and leaned her back on it spreading her legs, revealing her cleanly shaven pussy, Her juices were already starting to flow out of her and drip onto the sofa. As she begged you for your cock, she rubbed her pussy unconsciously in anticipation. "Please Daddy... I need you huge girthy cock inside me. No one else's will do. Please." She begged again, her voice becoming more desperate.

"Your boyfriend will get sad if he knows what you're doing right now, cucking him."

Her eyes filling with excitement and mischief. "Meh... Daddy, I even want you to make me cum with your massive cock while my boyfriend watches, helpless to stop me cheating on him." She smiled wickedly, giggling as she spoke. It was clear that the thought of cuckolding her boyfriend thrilled her to no end.

She imagined the look of jealousy on her boyfriend's face as he watched her being taken by such a massive cock, so much bigger than his own tiny dick. "Please Daddy, make me a naughty girl by banging me with your huge girthy cock! Humiliate my pathetic boyfriend by proving how much better your cock is than his! I want to hear him whine like a dog as he watches you fuck me senseless." Her words were like a fuel on the fire, making her arousal burn even hotter. Her pussy was soaking wet, juices running down her pussy onto the sofa as she begged you to take her as your dirty little whore.

She would do anything to be used by your massive cock, even if it meant on keep begging you fuck her. "Daddy, turn me into your naughty slut! Make me scream again with pleasure from your huge girthy cock!"

You smirked at her begging and you thought of something interesting... "Then take a video snippet while you gobbling my cock and send it to your boyfriend." Surprisingly, she enthusiastically complied.

Yuna's eyes lit up with delight at your suggestion. She quickly reached for her phone and got on her knees and eagerly wrapped her lips around your girthy huge cock, taking it deep in her mouth or trying to get in deeper. As she sucked you off, she made sure to look up at the camera so that she could capture a video snippet of herself servicing your huge erection.

"Mmm. yes, Daddy... I love pleasing you," she said with a lewd moan between each bob of her head. She could feel your cock throbbing against her tongue, getting even harder with each passing second. The sight of herself sucking off such a massive cock only served to arouse her further. As she continued to suck you off, she kept glancing up at the camera to make sure it was capturing her every move. When she had enough footage, she slowly pulled back with an obscene slurping sound and rose to her feet once more, sending the video to her boyfriend.

"There, Daddy... I've sent a video of myself sucking your huge cock to my boyfriend. He's going to be so jealous when he sees how endowed you are compared to him! He'll hate knowing that his girlfriend prefers your cock over his tiny little dick," she said wit ha wicked grin. Her arousal only continued as she imagined his reaction upon seeing the video. She could almost hear his whimpers of despair at being humiliated by her betrayal.

"Send him another one."

Since she got enough footage, she sent another to her boyfriend, this time with a caption boasting about how much better your cock was compared to his. She smiled wickedly as she did so. "Look how hard Daddy's girthy cock is. #TenInches..." the caption read. She giggled with glee at having to humiliate her boyfriend in such a way, reveling in the thought of his despair and jealousy.

She couldn't wait any longer for your massive length to fill her up, to plunge her deep into ecstasy and make her scream. But she knew she had to wait for your command, to beg you like the naughty little whore she was for the chance to be used by your huge cock.

"Daddy please, can you fuck me now? I need your cock stretching my tight pussy and make me cum over and over again!" She pleaded desperately, her body tremble with need and desire.

You finally obliged to her pleading, "Bend over on the sofa."

She quickly obeyed. bending over the sofa, thrusting her ass into the air and making herself as accessible as possible. Her pussy was soaked and dripping, eager to be filled by your massive cock. "Please! Fuck me now, Daddy!" She moaned loudly eager for you to take her, she arch back in invitation, giving you full access to her dripping cunt.

"FUUUUCK!" Yuna's screamed out in pleasure as you thrust into her tight pussy, pounding her relentlessly. She clung to the sofa for support, moaning loudly as you plunged into her over and over, making her scream each thrust and tremble as she squirt.

"Daddy... your cock is so big! It's still stretching my pussy so obscenely... making me cum so hard." She cried out, trembling in pleasure beneath you. Her juices dripped down the sofa, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room as you continued to pound into her.

You spanked her ass, she whimpered and gasped at the added stimulation. The mix of pain and pleasure threatened to send her over the edge into blissful ecstasy.

She clenched around your cock, her pussy clinging to you as if it never wanted to let you go. You could feel yourself slipping in deeper with each thrust, her tight walls gripping you delightfully. It only spurred you on further, pounding into her with renewed force as she screamed beneath you as she reached her peak once again, squirting and quivering.

"Please Daddy.... keep fucking me! I don't want this feeling to end... your huge girthy cock making me cum so hard... I'll never go back to my boyfriend's tiny dick again!" she moaned loudly.

You are still far from reaching your peak and Yuna already cum multiple times, it fills you with delight knowing she'll receive anything you give or do to her.

Then you asked her if her boyfriend respond to her message from earlier. "Read it."

She nodded, reading out her boyfriend's response while you continued to pound into her from behind. "How can you do this to me, Yuna? You are wasting our relationship for something like a fleeting amusement?! I know I'm not the perfect boyfriend and I get jealous too much but why did you do this?" She read out loud, her voice dripping of arrogance and almost mocking.

As she read out her boyfriend's words, she couldn't help but laugh wickedly. The thought of his jealousy and despair at being replaced by such a well-endowed man filled her with delight. "Hahaha! Listen to his words being whiny and pathetic. I would love to hear his voice whimper in misery. Please humiliate him further, make him watch as you fuck me senseless on camera."

"Then do a video call and let him watch." You obliged her wish and she was delighted to hear your words. Yuna eagerly set up a video call with her boyfriend and turned on the camera so he could fully see her while it's only your lower part is in the view.

The boyfriend answered it without what he'll witness but it's too late for him, As he watched you pounding into Yuna from behind, his eyes widened in shock.

"L-look at how well-endowed D-daddy is compared to y-you, my love! Do you see how hard he's fucking me and how much pleasure he's giving me, while you can barely make me cum?" Yuna said mockingly, taunting him further. She laughed wickedly as he whimpered on the other end of the call.

His despair only spurred her on further, arousal coursing through her body as she betrayed him thoroughly. She clenches not wanting to let you go. "Please keep going, Daddy... I want to humiliate my pathetic boyfriend even more. See how much he hurts because I left him for a real man like you! You're so well-endowed while he's so tiny and useless... It's no wonder I can only cum when you fuck me!" She said breathlessly. You could feel her trembling in pleasure, every inch of her craving more of what you were giving her. "My love, you'll never measure to Daddy... I'll always choose his huge girthy cock over your tiny little dick. Do you hear me? You are nothing but a loser who can't even make me cum!" Yuna mocked him even more and laughing cruelly as he whimper and sob.

Yuna screamed out in pleasure as you pulled her hair, thrusting into her harder and deeper. She moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head in a unhinged ahegao expression. You made sure that her boyfriend can see her face as you pull her hair. This was something she had never done with her boyfriend, only you and only can make her feel that way.

"FUUUUCK!! P-please, Daddy... keep fucking me like that! I want to cum all over your massive cock... make me your dirty little whore forever!" Her cunt keeps pulsating due to your impressive length, she could feel herself slipping further and further under your dominance, concerned only to with the ecstasy your cock provided and dispensing with all else. Her boyfriend's despair meant nothing in the face of such intense pleasure; she was nothing but your naughty little fucktoy now. "My love, you'll never satisfy me again... well as if you ever did. I need Daddy's huge cock to make me cum and make a mess out of me... Do you hear me?"

As you thrust into her faster and deeper, Yuna could feel herself reaching the peak once again, she cried out of ecstasy. "Daddy! Your h-huge cock making me c-cum again! It's so deep inside me... I can't stand it anymore." she screamed out of pleasure as she orgasm, her body keep quivering and trembling and the juices dripped down the sofa.

When she finally came down from her high, she looked at you over her shoulder with a satisfied yet wicked smile on her face... "I can't take it anymore Daddy. Just fuck me until you cum... Use me like a fuckdoll that I am."

You pull her hair once again with your right hand and choke her neck with the other and few powerful thrust and plowing and you reached your own climax. She moaned lustfully when you thrust deep into her, your hot cum filling her up and painting her womb white. She clenched around your cock, eager to milk every last drop of your buckets of thick cum from you as it spilled into her.

"Y-YES! S-SHIT!! CUM INSIDE ME! BREED ME! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER," she said while catching her breath, her body shivers with the intensity of your climax. As you continued to pump your hot cum into her, leaving her belly bloated and her womb aching for more.

When you finally pulled out of her, she gasped for air, the loss of your cock leaving a void within her that screamed to be filled once more. She looked at you with lustful eyes, her pussy still clenching around nothing and aching to be pounded, your seeds spills out of her pussy so she immediately pushed it in to her pussy.

She reached for her phone that was positioned on the side table so that it was facing outward. The boyfriend is crying, helpless and desperate as he saw his girl get pounded by another man's cock. She gave the camera a smug look and a wicked smile. "My love, look at how full of Daddy's cum I am... do you see how much he's been pounding into me? Even your cum is nothing compared to his." she said in a cruel whisper, mocking him mercilessly, she continued to flex her belly bulge, your cum sloshing around inside her.

"Don't worry my love, we'll stay as a couple, I know you've been bragging it to your friends that you are dating me, maybe you should also brag about being a cuckold too. I suggest you do that. Bye bye!" She said while laughing and end the video call.

"You are too cruel to him, what if he upload the videos you sent to him earlier online?" You are smirking at such thoughts.

"Daddy, he's too naïve and coward to do that... He'll even suck your cock if I tell him to." She said sitting on the sofa still catching her breath.

And as soon as she finished her sentence, someone walked in the room... It was aespa's Karina.

"Yeji said you were here and she was right and it seems like you are having some fun..." Karina said while observing the room. "In fact, too much fun... The smell of cum is so strong!" Karina giggles and goes to close and lock the door.

"Don't worry oppa, I already know everything. The sunbaes in Red Velvet and ITZY told me the things I should know." She said and struts towards you, she looks stunning in her white stage outfit.

Karina's eyes widen at the sight of your cock, a lustful look taking over her face. "Oppa, your cock is bigger than they described to me... or I just didn't expect you to be this HUGE." She says in awe, before moving closer to you, kneeling immediately and wrapped her lips around the head of your cock. You didn't expect Karina to be this straightforward... well she's a woman who knows what she wants.

She sucks on your massive cock passionately, completely ignoring Yuna who is now resting beside you, a proud and arrogant expression is visible on her face knowing another female idol has been charmed by your impressive rod. Karina is making soft moans with each stroke of her tongue along the length of your shaft. Her hands moves down to your balls, gently massaging them as she sucks on the head of your cock. Even the mixed juices of you and Yuna has been ignored by Karina as she relish herself on sucking you off.

"I can taste both of your mixed juices on your cock, Oppa. It's obvious that you finished inside that little slut." she murmurs loudly between sucks.

"Is this your first time seeing a huge cock up close?" You said while caressing her hair.

Karina nods her head enthusiastically, her eyes fixed on your cock as she tries to deepthroat it. "Yes, Oppa. this my first time seeing such a massive cock." She slows her suction to speak, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of your cock. "Oppa's cock is so different and bigger from the korean cocks I've seen, it tastes better too." She resumes sucking on your cock passionately, her eyes closed in pleasure.

"I also know that you like taking someone else's woman, unfortunately I don't have a boyfriend yet but I have someone who is courting me for a long time." She giggles at her own words and sucks you off again.

You feel yourself reaching your climax and you asked Yuna to film Karina while you dump your thick cum in her mouth. As you start cumming, Yuna quickly grab her phone to film it.

"Oh fuck yes, fill her mouth up Oppa!" Yuna said while Karina moans loudly as her mouth overflows with your thick hot load.

"Mmm! S-so m-much!" She gurgles happily, cheeks bulging, Yuna made sure to get a close up of her cum filled mouth. "Damn look at that huge mouthful! What a good little cumslut!"

Karina smiles and opens her mouth wide, showing off her mouth completely filled with your thick virile seeds. She swishes it around her mouth teasingly, playing with it on her tongue as she tilt her head back and swallowing it all in one big gulp.

"It's kinda sweet, Thank you for the tasty snack, Oppa!" She said and leaned to your cock and cleaned your shaft by sucking it again.

Yuna ended the recording and showed it to Karina in which the latter finds hot and asked for a copy of it.

"Since you're here, I won't let you leave without getting fucked." You said and her eyes lit with excitement.

She gasp excitedly as you lay her down on the couch. "Oh fuck yes, destroy me oppa! I'm all yours! This is why I'm here for...." She spread her legs wide for you, revealing her dripping pussy aching to be filled. "Please Oppa, I need this tight hole fucked hard! Ruin me!" Karina moan loudly as you thrust inside her, stretching her open with your massive cock. "Oh my god yes! So f-fucking deep! Fuck me senseless Oppa!"

"Damn she's taking that huge cock so well…look at her cute little cunt get destroyed…" Yuna murmurs on the side, watching her fellow idol get ruined just like she was earlier.

Karina scream in pleasure as you pound her without mercy. "Yes yes yes! Harder oppa! I'm your cockslave! Use my fucking pussy!" Her eyes rolled back as you utterly ravage her tight body, quivering from the intense fucking. "Oh fuck! I'm your property! Your fucktoy! Yours forever!"

You positioned Karina in full nelson and locking your hands behind her head. "Yuna, use Karina's phone and go stream on aespa's Intagram account. Just show our lower bodies, make them wonder if it's real or not. SM Entertainment can just say that the account got hacked." You boldly suggest and she happily obliged.

Yuna grin excitedly and take Karina's phone, quickly opening up the Aespa Instagram account. "Ooh yes oppa, let's give their fans a naughty show!" She angle the camera just at your thrusting hips and Karina's pussy getting railed, starting a livestream.

The comments immediately start flooding in, fans shocked and aroused by what they're seeing.

"Oh my god is that real??"

"Who is he fucking?? Is that Karina??"

"Holy shit this is so hot!"

Karina is too fucked-silly to even realize she's being broadcast live, moaning desperately. "Yes! yes! fuck your toy! Ruin your slave!"

Yuna glance at the comments flooding in and start reciting them, just enough for you to hear without exposing anything, letting the viewers wonder whether it's real or not.

"Oh my god I'm so wet right now!"

"This is the hottest thing I've ever seen!"

"Fuck that pussy looks destroyed! He's huge!"

"I wish that was me getting railed!"

"Look at her cute little cunt swallow that monster cock!"

The comments keep pouring in as you wreck Karina on the livestream. She started squirting as you pound her fiercely not stopping your continuous assault in her dripping cunt.

"Holy shit she's cumming so hard!"

"I want him to fuck me senseless like that too!"

"Damn I'm stroking my cock so hard watching this!"

As Karina moans loudly of getting fucked in one of the most obscenely sexual position, some of the viewer fans starts recognizing her clothes, it's the same stage outfit of her in K-Link Festival.

"Damn, Is this Karina?"

"You're right, her clothes looks identical to Karina's stage outfit few hours ago."

"Maybe it's really Karina, I knew she's a slutty idol."

You began to push into her tight pussy harder and deeper she gasped and trembled, the intensity your massive cock stretching her wide sending waves of pleasure through he body. Her pussy starts to clenched around you as penetrated deeper and deeper into her, desperate to be filled completely by your huge size.

"S-so big... you're going to split me in half!" She whimpered breathlessly, her body quivering under the onslaught of sensation as you plowed into her needy cunt. The viewers can't see her face but you know Karina's displaying a full pledge ahegao, eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out. "H-harder, Oppa! Please make a mess out of me! FUUUUCK!!!" She squealed and moans as another burst of squirt gushed out of her.

You feel your own climax approaching and you hugged her tightly and unleashed many deep long thrust, Karina screams in ecstasy as your hot cum floods her pussy, filling up her womb. "Yes yes yes! Cum in your slave oppa! Knock up your toy!" Yuna made sure to get close ups of Karina's belly bulging, cum-filled belly and the creampie oozing from her gaping pussy.

The comments go wild seeing you fill her up

"Holy shit look at that creampie!"

"He pumped her womb full of cum!"

"I wish that was me leaking his load!"

"Fuck look at that tiny pussy get wrecked!"

"He's absolutely railing her, she looks mindless!"

"I wish he was pounding my cunt like that!"

"Damn I want him to cum in me next!"

Karina twitches weakly as your cum pours from her destroyed pussy. "Oh fuck...I'm your mindless fuckdoll now Oppa... you've claimed me completely..." Yuna end the stream, leaving the viewers stunned and begging for more. Karina just realized that it was broadcasted but didn't care because she knows SM Entertainment will do something about it.

Just like you who is not worried about repercussions of your actions since entertainment agency will cover up these kinds of scandal since Aespa is one of the most famous kpop girl group in the current time.

"Let's wait here, I'm sure many articles will be made wondering if it's real or not. Let's read it together." After 1 hour, many articles shows up on the internet.

Yuna grin excitedly as we browse through the articles popping up about the mysterious livestream.

"Breaking: Hackers stream graphic video on Aespa's Instagram."

"SM Entertainment says that Aespa Instagram hacked after explicit video posted."

"Fans speculate if racy video is real or fake."

"Is that really Karina getting railed or just someone who looks like her?"

"SM Entertainment denies the participation of one of it's idols in a racy video that is circulating online. Claims that it was a Deepfake video trying to tarnish the idols image due to their groups popularity."

Yuna and Karina are now using their phones, the latter rested quite a bit after 1 hour. There is a group chat hidden in the eyes of the public and only female kpop idols can join in it.

In private chats, female idols from other groups gossip about the scandalous Karina video....

Jennie: Did you guys see that video?? Karina getting railed by some mystery guy? We all know it's Karina.

Lisa: Yes! That cock looked so huge!

Rosé: Omg you're totally right! That massive dick deserve to be pleasured. No wonder Karina was screaming so much.

Jisoo: I'm so jealous! I want him to fuck me next! My pussy has been aching ever since I saw that.

Yoona: Me too! The way he dominated Karina was so hot. I want him to break me like that!

Taeyeon: Girls, I have an idea…let's set up a schedule so we can all get a turn! No reason for Karina to hog that stud!

Yuna: If the sunbae's wants to know who the mystery stud is, he is our current bodyguard hired by JYPE to ensure our safety.

Jennie: Really? if he is ITZY's bodyguard... Did the ITZY members already got the taste of him?

Karina: ITZY and Red Velvet already got fucked by him, also Twice in the past because he is also their bodyguard.

The chat explodes with horny chaotic conversation regarding you.

Another piece done.... Thank you for reading!

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roosterforme · 4 months

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Covering the Classics Part 13 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Confronting Kevin in California should have made Anna feel like she had the advantage, but nothing with him ever went to plan. As soon as Bob encounters Anna's husband for himself, he knows something isn't quite right.

Warnings: Angst, Kevin is a dick, bruises on Anna's arm, adult language, 18+

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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"Did you delete her number yet?" Nat asked as she lifted her helmet and Bob's off of the shelf in the hangar where their gear was stored when they weren't flying. "Or are you trying to prolong the pain like some sort of sadistic artist?"

Bob flinched at her words, because she hit a little too close to home for his liking. It wasn't that he wanted to be missing Anna like this, but he had been writing a lot of poetry about her. He couldn't help himself. He hadn't posted any since the one about his bookshelf, but that didn't mean his computer wasn't full of it.

"I'm not trying to prolong the pain," he told his friend with a grimace. "I don't know what I'm doing."

She shoved his helmet down onto his head and told him, "I know she threw you for a loop, but either delete her number or give her another chance. Don't sit in this annoying gray area. I don't know why you guys insist on doing that shit. I tried for ten years to get Bradley to contact his wife, but he just flounced around in the gray area like an idiot instead. Don't be like him," she said firmly, pointing to where Bradley was looking down at his phone with a dopey smile on his face. He was almost definitely texting his wife if he looked like that.

Bob sighed. "Nat, I don't know if she wants me to give her another chance right now. She said she's going to deal with her husband, but I think she needs time."

Nat rolled her eyes and held her hands up in the air. "Why don't you," she said, waving her fingers like she was performing magic, "talk to her again?!"

Bob pulled his helmet off again, saying, "What would you suggest I say? She already knows I've had feelings for her for months. There's just a point where it becomes too much."

"You could tell her that even though it blew up in your face, she's the best lay of your life." Bob immediately wished he hadn't told her that. "Or that you'll still be around after she figures her shit out. I think the ball is in your court."

He was still blushing furiously and nowhere closer to knowing what he should be doing when they all got called to the tower, but he did smile when Nat snapped at Bradley to put his phone away. She probably needed to get laid more than Bob ever did.

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The bus ride from San Diego to Carlsbad shouldn't take an hour and a half when it would take barely forty minutes to drive yourself. Not for the first time, Anna wished she had a car in California. That way she could get to Kevin faster. Kevin. Fucking Kevin. The man who was the reason she didn't have a car in California.

She needed to stay calm. If she could catch him while his guard was down and convince him to just sign the paperwork, she would be golden. But every time she thought about seeing his face, she started to panic. She had seen nothing except kind faces for months. The faces of her friends. The faces of her students. Bob's beautiful blue eyes always seemed to look at her with a smile behind them. Even now, after she met up with him for a little bit at the bookstore, his eyes were kind.

Her hands shook slightly. She needed to deal with Kevin so she could move on and never have to see him again. Then she could work on getting back to the people who didn't look at her like she was worthless. When the bus finally fought its way through traffic and made a stop near the hotel where the conference was being held, she sprinted down the steps and up the block. She had already memorized the map and knew she needed to find the grand ballroom, but when she got to the upscale hotel, she was sweaty and panting for breath, and even the doorman was looking at her skeptically as she slipped inside.

The lobby was crowded enough that she padded her way across the marble floor in her beat up sneakers, blending in well enough with the others. Signs for the National Neurological Physicians Association conference were plastered all over the place, and she had to keep from rolling her eyes. It was laughable that physicians from all over would come here to listen to Kevin blathering on and on about his specialty area of study. But when Anna paused to really think about it for a second, something close to cold fury started flowing through her veins, because she was the one who paid for that for him. She was the reason he was a speaker at this massive conference in the first place.

With renewed purpose, she picked up her pace and turned right past the elevator bank, following the signs that led her toward several people in monogrammed lab coats. The ballroom was in sight, and she was ready to push through the double doors when one of the men in a lab coat popped up in front of her.

"Not so fast," he said, a forced smile plastered on his face. "You're late for the introductory speakers, and you haven't signed in yet."

"Oh," she said, scrambling to push her bag up on her shoulder. "Right." When he gestured toward a long table with some unclaimed name badges and information booklets, Anna's heart skipped a beat. She took a step closer, praying nobody would ask her for any sort of identification, and reached for the badge that said Dr. Angela Harmon, MD. She clipped it onto her shirt, realizing she was terribly under dressed to even try to pull this off, and then she picked up the booklet with Dr. Harmon's name on it as well. "Is this all I need?" she asked, tapping the name badge and praying this random woman didn't decide to show up right now.

With a nod, the man said, "Please try to find a seat at the back to keep disruption to a minimum. I believe Dr. Webber is still speaking, and you know how excited we all are to have him here."

Anna had to bite down on the inside of her cheek and take a deep breath before she could say, "So excited," through clenched teeth. "I wouldn't dream of being disruptive."

"Of course not," he agreed, finally smiling kindly. "Enjoy the conference, Dr. Harmon."

Carefully and as quietly as she could, Anna entered the ballroom to find hundreds of people sitting in rows of chairs listening to her worthless husband giving a presentation in a three piece suit.

"But we already know recent attempts to update computational axial tomography are largely like someone trying to reinvent the wheel," he said with a charming smile, and the room hummed with amused laughter like everyone was in on some sort of inside joke. Anna's skin crawled as she carefully took a seat in the last row, praying Kevin hadn't seen her yet. If he was this well known and well regarded in his field, then he didn't need money from her manuscript. He was simply holding onto it to be an ass.

She had to listen to him for twenty more minutes after that. Nineteen too long in her book. His voice sounded light and carefree, and his smile was handsome and unassuming. Frankly he was putting on some sort of persona, and it was nothing like she was used to. But it wasn't until he started on a short presentation that Anna's attention was piqued, because it was then that she saw he was using the laptop that they used to share. The one she used to type up her book.

A soft sound escaped her as she stared longingly at it, wondering if her work was still there. He slammed the computer shut, and she was jolted back to reality as he said, "Once again, thank you all for being here for the next week. We have so many groundbreaking topics to learn about and some of the most renowned research physicians in the country sharing their expertise with us. Let's take a quick break and then dive right into new MRI techniques with Dr. Nunez."

There was an immediate round of applause, and Anna jumped to her feet, heart pounding so hard, it was making her nauseous. When she headed toward his cocky, smiling face, she realized Kevin was already surrounded by colleagues, shaking hands and laughing. And that was when he spotted her. They'd been on the phone just a handful of hours ago, but he looked shocked to see her here. She watched his sharp, gray eyes narrow in on her with a spiteful glare before he smoothed out his features into something neutral. And that's when she came to terms with the fact that he would know she was living in southern California. That's when she knew she needed to make this work.

"Anna," he said with absolutely no emotion as she cut in front of the person he was talking to. "What are you doing here?"

She swallowed hard, imagining Bob and her two friends were with her, urging her on, cheering for her to fix this. "I have something for you to sign," she told him as her voice shook. She took a step closer as she reached into her bag to pull out the folded paperwork and a pen.

"No," he practically growled under his breath, trying not to draw more attention to himself. "Why are you doing this here? I'm a little busy."

Anna wanted to laugh in his face. She was a little busy trying to get on with her stupid life, but that didn't stop him from disrupting her mission every day. "Just sign the divorce papers, Kevin," she demanded, but she sounded like a child even to her own ears. His eyes flashed with so much anger, she could barely breathe with him this close to her. He was built similarly to Bob, which was a frightening realization. Where Kevin always used his size as an intimidation tactic, Bob had never done that to her. She always felt safe around him. Right now she felt very unsafe around Kevin, even though they were literally in the midst of a crowd of people.

"Just sign it," she whispered, trying to push the document into his solid chest. It was unbelievable that at one time, she was in love with this man. It was crazy to think about how he used to tell her he loved her too. "Please, Kevin." He looked so angry right now, and Anna felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up in fear as the people behind her started whispering.

"Who is this woman? That's not Alyssa."

"Did she say divorce? Isn't he married to that other physician? The pregnant one?"

So Alyssa was pregnant. And nobody here even knew about Anna. It was like she didn't even exist. Like she had never existed to her husband. A mortifying little sob bubbled free from the back of her throat, and she looked up at Kevin as he said, "Let's take a little walk."

His hand closed around her bicep, and Anna wanted to yelp as he pulled her up onto the stage, past the podium, where nobody else would be able to hear them. The laptop was right there, and she considered trying to take it, but she'd never make it out of the hotel let alone back to her apartment with it. Instead she tripped along next to him until he had her where he wanted her.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" he snarled. "Were you always this stupid? Or have you gotten worse?"

"Come on, Kevin," she pleaded, and he finally released her throbbing arm. "You don't need it. Look how well you're doing. You don't need my book."

He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair as if he was trying his hardest to keep his composure. "You think you can come here and embarrass me in front of my peers? Mentioning our marriage like we still have one when you moved away?"

Her fist clenched at her side. "Our marriage didn't fall apart because I left," she hissed under her breath. "It fell apart because of you. And now your mistress is pregnant?"

Kevin sighed. "I understand that you're jealous, Anna. I really do, but I'm not signing anything for you."

She clenched and unclenched her fist. The desire to punch him in the face was so strong as her other hand shook with the papers grasped between her fingers. She was far from jealous, and he knew it. He wanted to get a rise out of her because he felt cornered. "I don't care what these people think about me," she whispered. "But you do. So just sign it."

He stood before her, tall and broad with his jaw set as he said, "There is no way in hell you have what it takes to intimidate me. Now get the fuck out of here, or I will have security remove you from the hotel for disrupting the conference."

She knew she didn't have any other choice. If she somehow got herself in trouble for being here, she didn't have the money to spend on more legal help. So she took a step backwards just as Kevin's hand flew up to pull the name badge from her shirt. "And you're obviously not Dr. Harmon. She has enormous tits, and I fucked her last year in Toronto. Now go."

Twenty minutes later, Anna was back on the bus heading south toward San Diego, empty handed with tears in her eyes and a bruised arm.

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"What happened to your pretty girlfriend?"

Bob looked up from his phone as he walked up his porch steps after a long run on Monday evening. He hadn't been sleeping well, debating reaching out to Anna again, and he was hoping the run would tire him out. But he should have known Suzanne would have her door open and her game shows blaring at this hour.

"Hi, Suzanne," he said, wishing he could just duck inside his own place without having to chat with her.

"I haven't seen her again in weeks."

Bob sighed and tipped his head back. "She's not my girlfriend. She never was."

"Not with that attitude," his neighbor mused under her breath.

"You have a good night, Suzanne." Bob swatted Sylvester away from his front door before heading inside and up to take a shower. He thought about Anna as he ran his soapy hands along his body. He tried not to, but she was on his mind a lot. When he climbed into bed, his skin felt too hot. He opened the window to let the late fall air in, but it did nothing to help him. He wanted to see her, even just to make sure she was still okay.

He reached for his phone, typed up a text, and then deleted it. "You sound so desperate for her," he groaned, trying again. But again he had to delete it rather than send it. Finally he settled on something simple.

Hey, I've been craving some peanuts from Chippy's. Feel like joining me for a bit tomorrow?

It sounded neutral enough. If she said no, he'd ask Jessica to make sure the ladies were checking in on her. If she said yes, then Bob could see with his own eyes if she was okay. He would also get to see with his own eyes how fucking beautiful she was, but that didn't matter as much, honestly.

He was just slipping into a daydream where Anna's husband divorced her tomorrow and never left the state of New Jersey again when his phone vibrated on his nightstand.

Anna Webber: Peanuts from Chippy's sound heavenly right now. I would love to join you for a little bit.

He exhaled as the cooler air finally met his skin, and he pulled his sheet over himself after he promised to meet her there.

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Before she went down to the quad with her lunch bag, Anna adjusted her cardigan. She knew her sleeve was covering his bruised arm, but she felt naked all morning during her lectures anyway. She felt like her skin and the inside of her brain were on full display for everyone. She wondered when Alyssa was due. She wondered if Kevin slept with Dr. Harmon when he was in Toronto last June or last October. Perhaps both. She wondered how someone who was so full of shit could keep coming out ahead of her.

"Anna!"

At least her friends were still faithfully waiting for her at the weird looking tree. And at least Bob was making it a point to let her know she was welcome around him. She could hardly wait to go to Chippy's later.

"Hi," she said, plopping down in between them on the bench, adjusting her sleeve one more time before pulling her sad sandwich out. "What's new in the world of science and mathematics?"

Almost immediately, she had a container of veggies and a homemade ranch dip in her hand while her friend told her about a fascinating math conference she wanted to go to next year in Philadelphia. Apparently the dates were just announced, and you had to be someone important to even get an invitation. Anna loved that her friend already knew she was going to go, but it made her dwell on Kevin and his conference which was still going on in Carlsbad.

"Oh!" Jessica said as she poured some potato chips on her already delectable looking sandwich. "Jake and I are going to Cabo next month! A much needed break after the term ends."

"I love that for you," Anna told her, feeling jealous in spite of herself. And that made her feel even sadder. She almost winced when her other friend wrapped her arm around her, inadvertently mashing her hand against the bruise from Kevin.

"Don't worry. Bradley and I aren't going anywhere for term break. I wanted to, but his favorite Grateful Dead cover band is playing right here in San Diego on New Year's Eve, and he absolutely can't miss it. That would be a crime." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm which made Anna laugh. "How's your week going?" she asked cautiously.

Anna wanted to tell them all about going to the conference at the hotel. She wanted to tell them that she saw Kevin and left with less than nothing. She would tell them, but not right now when she only had a little bit of time before she had to give her Classics lecture. She didn't want to run the risk of arriving to the lecture hall with tears in her eyes.

Instead she softly said, "I'm going to see Bob later. Just a quick visit to Chippy's for some peanuts."

Jessica was instantly vibrating with excitement. "That's great. I think you and he will have fun!"

"We will," Anna confirmed. Even though it was a little awkward, she'd had a nice time with him at the bookstore. She always did. Because he was kind and sweet and literally the opposite of everything that Kevin turned out to be. She just wished there was some reality in which she could feel his arms around her again. "We will."

The end of lunch came way more quickly than she wanted it to, and Anna found herself mentally regrouping to try to find another way to get her manuscript. She taught her last two lectures and graded a handful of essays, counting down the minutes until she could see Bob again. His blue eyes would be soft when he looked at her, and his words would be enough to make her feel better even if they only engaged in some small talk.

When she only had thirty minutes until she was supposed to meet him, she printed off sixty copies of the quiz she would need for tomorrow afternoon. Anna locked her office door behind her as she headed down to the teacher's lounge to retrieve the quizzes before someone moved them, never to be seen again. She learned her lesson after last time that if you didn't grab them right away, there was a good chance they'd end up in the trash. Then she would drop them off before going to meet Bob.

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Since he was running early, Bob decided to just head to Anna's office and meet her there. He'd been so antsy to see her, he showered and dressed in his favorite jeans and tee shirt in record time after work. Even though he'd only been in this one academic building one time, he remembered exactly how to get to her office. Having an outstanding sense of direction just came with the territory for a WSO, but her hallway also smelled like fresh baked bread.

When he rounded the last corner, Bob skidded to a halt and ducked back behind the wall. There was a man about his age who was vigorously jiggling Anna's doorknob. "Anna. Open the door so we can talk," he said calmly even as he pushed his fingers through his hair in exasperation. Bob didn't know who he was, but he had a bad feeling, and that's when the man turned his head and spotted him.

Bob squared his shoulders to try to match the other man's height as he rounded the corner completely and asked, "Are you looking for Dr. Webber?"

The other man appraised him with cool gray eyes and smirked. "Let me guess. You're sleeping with her?"

Bob's heart lurched into his stomach as the color drained from his face. He knew this had to be Kevin. He knew it without confirmation, and now he didn't know how the hell he was supposed to respond. So he simply kept his mouth shut while the other man took a step in his direction.

"She really likes to act so high and mighty. Very hypocritical in this scenario," he muttered, making Bob's skin crawl. "I can't believe her."

Bob swallowed hard, trying to figure out why Anna agreed to go to Chippy's today if she knew Kevin was in San Diego. All he knew about was what she'd told him when she came to his house. Bob didn't think he should divulge too much to this man, so he simply asked, "What do you want from her?"

The answer was swift and felt like a punch to the gut. "She's my wife, and she's coming back to New Jersey with me where I can keep track of her. She doesn't belong here, and she needs to stop lying. So why don't you tell me what you want from her?"

His nostrils flared as his fingers curled into fists, and Bob had to take a few deep breaths before he said, "I just wanted to make sure she's okay."

Kevin crossed his arms over his chest and said, "She's nothing you need to be concerned about."

The uneasy feeling that started to fill him up spread through his whole body now, and Bob took a step backwards. Maybe Anna was already at Chippy's. Maybe she didn't know Kevin was here at all. He backtracked his way through the building as he started to panic. What if she did know he was here? What if she had played Bob and everyone else the whole time?

He would check for her at Chippy's. He made it all the way across the quad to a weird looking tree that was growing sideways when he froze again. It just didn't make sense. Anna said she hated Kevin and never wanted to go back to New Jersey, and Bob had no reason to believe someone else over her.

He started calling her phone, torn as to which direction he should head. Back up to her office? To Chippy's where they were supposed to meet up? She didn't answer. He started toward the bar, covering the few blocks at a brisk pace as he tried to call her again. He walked back and forth across that sticky floor through the clusters of students enjoying an after class drink before he was satisfied that she wasn't there.

"Damn it, Anna. Answer your phone," he muttered as he ran back to her building and up to her office. The building was virtually empty at this hour, and now there was nobody in the hallway at all. He knocked on her door and called out her name, but he was met with silence. The kind of silence that just didn't feel right.

He felt like he was going crazy, running in circles both metaphorically and physically for this woman, and when he finally reached his truck, he had to wipe the sweat from his brow. Her apartment wasn't far from campus, and he didn't know where else to even look at this point. When he got there, he parked and tried to call her one more time before someone else who lived in the building simply held the door open for him.

"Thanks," he muttered, heading for the stairwell and taking the steps two at a time until he reached Anna's floor. And then her apartment. What he heard coming from inside made him want to rip the door from the hinges.

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I hate Kevin. Hate. Him. I'm sorry, but he's still going to get worse. Just remember that Bob is a sweet cinnamon bun. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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caramelcleopatraa · 3 months

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COGNAC QUEEN

word count: 1.9k

x: @heauxvibez asked someone to write something based off of Cognac Queen by Megan Thee Stallion (amazing song rec, I recommend you go stream the song) not proofread

content: 18+ mdni, Roman x Semeni (OC), dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), cuddle fuck, a lil bitta fluff at the end

I'm lookin' paid and pretty (yeah)

Hair hanging down to my back, huh

I put it on him last night (woo!)

He calling me back to back, hey (hey)

Semeni sat with her legs crossed in the spacious, dazzling condominium. The big window panels showcasing the beautiful city lights. While these two were in their own little world. Far from the public eye.

Her neon hot pink dress adorned with long ruffles perfectly outlined her figure. His eyes stayed on her plump lips as she sipped the amber drink from her glass. Relishing in the savory taste and enjoying the atmosphere he set.

Drop me a pin where you at (at)

I'm gonna come 'round like a 'Lac (like a 'Lac)

I get in my 'Gac on that 'Gac ('Gac on that 'Gac)

He call me Megan the Mack (Megan the Mack)

“You okay? You’re a little quiet.” Roman sits next to her, filling the empty space like a puzzle piece and putting the bottle on the gray coffee table. “I’m fine, I'm just watching you.” Semeni was never shy when it came to how she felt about him. They weren't in a serious relationship, but they spent their free time with each other. They never assigned a label to their relationship. They were just friends, who took each other out to expensive restaurants, spoiled each other, and fuck occasionally. Nothing special.

He raises his eyebrow in amusement and motions to himself in an up and down motion. “You been looking at all of this, huh?” She takes one final sip from her glass, emptying it and placing it on the small coffee table. Roman observes her movements slyly, watching her beautiful eyes blink as she sits the glass on the table, watching her body rise as she takes a deep breath. She was mesmerizing.

“Yeah I have, and I want all of it,” Semeni says, placing her hands on his chest, feeling him up through his black polo shirt. He takes a deep breath, letting his eyes flutter shut from the feeling of her hands on his body. “I love feeling your hands on my chest,” he says softly. “I know you do, but I know you want my hands somewhere else.”

He looks at her brown, gentle eyes and says, “So put ‘em there.”

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“Damn baby, that feels so good.” His black dress trousers were rolled down to his thighs, leaning back on the expansive gray couch with his arms laying on either side of him. Meanwhile, Semeni is kneeling in front of him, between his thick legs, stroking his dick at a medium pace.

“You feel good baby?” His small whimpers and heavy breaths contrasted his tough exterior.

“F-fuckk baby, stay right there on the tip.”

A thick wad of spit drips from her lips, landing on his sensitive mushroom tip. Her hands cup the tip, fastly bobbing her hand on his tip. God did he go wild. His head tilted back, letting the pleasure take over him.

“Y’wanna cum?” He pants and nods furiously, clutching onto the big couch cushions to stop himself from bucking his hips into her hand. “You know I wanna fuckin’ cum.” His head stays tilted back. He knew not to look in her eyes. If he did, then it was over for him. “Look at me, Roman,” she says, using her unoccupied hand to rub up and down his thigh. He laughs to himself at her request, knowing that she is trying to set him up. “I know what you’re trying to do, sweetheart.” She pouts to herself, surprised that he didn’t fall for her usual tactics. ‘Okay, let’s try again’

“Please look at me, daddy. I wanna see your eyes when you cum.” He lets out a deep throaty moan, still clutching onto the couch cushions. Her voice, her words, her hands, how good she was making him feel. Doing all of the right things to make him crazy. Which is why he can never get enough of her. And probably why he was looking into her captivating eyes now. Frozen and still, but somehow on fire. “There we go daddy, look me in my eyes when you cum,” She purrs, shifting from side to side, ignoring the overflowing pool of wetness forming in her shorts.

She stuck out her tongue and held him at the base, tapping him against her tongue, but going back to his tip once again. There were no more passive grunts and groans, only melodic moans that filled their ears. Her eyes locked on his, as she put her hands behind her back, using her tongue to lick the underside of his dick before taking him in his mouth. “Oh shit~ I'm coming. Ohh fuckk-” His fingers weaved through Semeni’s brown hair, jerking his hips into her mouth. She moaned around his cock every time he met the back of her throat, swallowing every drop he gave her without complaint. “Damn, girl,” he pants out, taking his hand out of her hair. She tightens her lips around him, sucking him up one more time before she’s done. She wears a lopsided smirk on her face, watching him catch his breath. Pride surged through her. “My mouth felt that good, huh?” Roman lays down against the couch, shifting and positioning himself so that he is comfortable. “Need to take a nap big bo- “Get your ass up here and sit on my face.”

He know I only wanna

Come over put it on him

I got that woah-na-na-na

He drink that shit like water

She anchored herself by tightly grasping the dark gray couch. Singing out delicious moans. Letting him hungrily lick her up into oblivion. Staring into empty space as her eyes crossed numerous times, but focussing hard enough to see his wavy black hair spread out beneath her. Feeling his hands dig into her thighs, working his mouth in ways that make her cry out in pleasure.

Now it was her time to become undone.

“Oooh- shit~ i’m close,” She pants, prompting to lick long bold stripes along her pussy, and sucking on her clit for a quick second. And he repeats. Creating a ferocious, unescapable cycle.

Her keens of pleasure and needy whining didn’t fall on deaf ears, only encouraging him to keep going. Humming into her pussy like he took the first bite of a delicious meal. She could feel her legs shaking against his face, despite the burly hands and arms wrapped around her legs to keep her in place. “Fuck- i’m finna cum on your face, daddy,” she says slurred, with flushed cheeks and half open eyes. Just as she finished her sentence, like clockwork, she came all over his face. Softly bucking her hips against his tongue, riding out the enormous wave with his tongue as her surfboard. Now she herself was covered in a thin sheet of sweat, breathing heavy on top of him. But she couldn’t get up, his arms were still wrapped around her thighs. “At least let me clean you up before fucking you into the mattress.”

Fall in love would be dangerous (yeah)

Fuck you like I've been dranking (uh)

Cognac on my blankets (yeah)

Real bitches don't fake it, ay, ay

They had ventured into almost every room in the condo. The living room, the game room, the balcony, and now the bedroom. Finding new positions in each room. Thank god there weren't many people that lived in the same building, he hated hearing her restrained and muffled moans under his hand. They laid in the bed, cuddling in the sheets, but nowhere near done.

Her leg rested atom his hips, her arms wrapped around his neck, while he hid in the crook of hers. Placing those delicate kisses along her neck while pounding into her. She could barely see the other buildings out of the large windows on the balcony doors due to her blurry vision. But those distant buildings were her last thought. Her mind was clouded with the person who was holding her tight between the silk sheets.

Not a word had been said since they laid down in the bed, which was unusual for the two. But considering how needy they were, words didn't need to be said. They had been around each other long enough, tangled in one another long enough to know how each other feels. His low eyes as he tilted his head back and his faster paced thrusts. and her mouth agape, eyes rolled to the back of her head. Feeling the overwhelming waves of pleasure together as they nestled closer. Their chests rising and falling against each other, their heart beats loud as bass drums at highschool pep rallies. Yeah, nothing special.

You look good, you look good to me

Give me hug, it feel good to me

Hold me up, you too good to me

Cut 'em off, I know you would for me

Semeni opened one of the gray drawers, pulling out overnight clothes she had left the last time she stayed over. You know.. Just in case for situations like this. The bathroom had been hot and humid due to a long shower they took. But of course it wasn't just a shower, because he could never keep his hands to himself.

“You damn well live here by now,” He said, shirtless with loose gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips and leaning on the door frame. “You say that like you’re so bothered with that.” She approaches him, her neck cranked to look up at him. “Nah, not bothered. I'm just surprised that you took over one of my drawers.”

“Is that a problem, Roman?” She knew that they were both playing, but there was a tinge of seriousness in her tone. “No, you know you’re welcome to treat this place as your own.” She turns her back to him and smiles, looking back at the drawer filled with her clothes.

“You tell that to all of your other hoes?”

“You think I would have other women over here when you have a whole drawer to yourself?” She shrugs her shoulders and sits on the bed, pulling the comforter over her smooth legs. “Maybe I should be askin’ you that question.” She scoffs. “There’s no man you gotta worry about, cause I'm focused on the man in front of me.” She said the last part to herself. Not realizing that she may have said that a little louder than she intended to. Roman was intrigued to say the least. She was always upfront with whatever she wanted to say. So it was so interesting to see her flustered, mumbling secret words to herself about him. Her attention turned to him when he turned the light off in the bathroom, making his way to her. He laid on the bed next to her,letting the new cold silk sheets graze his skin. His hand reached out to grab her chin, stroking her face softly with his thumb. “And I'm worried about the goddess in front of me. You ain’t got nothing to worry about, mama. And if you ever doubt that, I'll prove to you that you’re the only one I'm focused on.”

Okay…. Maybe this is something special.

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Morbid Musings

(Bill Cipher x OC)

Synopsis: Bill Cipher shares his dark and quirky thoughts with his wife, Maeloraelis, during a quiet moment together.

The Nightmare Realm was as chaotic as ever, a swirl of colors and energies that defied logic and reason. Yet amidst the cacophony, a small pocket of calm existed—a quiet moment between two beings who had long since made this world their own.

Bill Cipher was in one of his chatty moods. His triangular form bobbed with excitement as he rambled on, his single eye wide and animated, with his lid curving upward in an upside-down U, mimicking a smile. He gestured wildly with his free hand, while his other hand was firmly clasped in Maeloraelis’s, their fingers intertwined. Despite his chaotic nature, there was a certain rhythm to his ramblings, a cadence that hinted at the intelligence lurking beneath his manic exterior.

“You know, Mae, did you ever hear about the human who tried to invent an indestructible material?” Bill began, his eye widening with a mischievous glint. “Poor guy didn’t account for human greed—his invention got locked away in some vault because, get this, it was too perfect! Can’t have something that lasts forever, right? Where’s the profit in that?”

Maeloraelis’s eye softened, her eye half-lidded in a look of pure adoration. She’d heard this story before—probably more than once—but she never tired of hearing it in Bill’s unique style. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, encouraging him to continue.

“And get this,” Bill continued, his eye narrowing slightly, the corners of his lid curling downward in a playful smirk, “Did you know that there’s a species of jellyfish that’s basically immortal? Like, when it’s done with life, it just reverts to its younger self and starts over. Crazy, right? Imagine if we could do that! We’d never have to worry about wrinkles or gray hairs—oh wait, we don’t have hair!” His lid curved into a wide arc, mimicking a grin as he cackled, his laughter echoing through the void.

Mae’s expression brightened, her eye gleaming with affection. “Sounds like they’ve got the ultimate do-over, huh? Must be nice to hit the reset button whenever you feel like it.”

“Exactly! But here’s the thing—” Bill’s eye narrowed into a sly squint, the corners of his lid forming a knowing smile. “They can’t remember their past lives. It’s like starting with a blank slate every time. No memories, no regrets, just endless loops of the same old thing. Makes you wonder, though... what’s the point of living forever if you can’t remember any of it?”

Mae tilted her head thoughtfully, her eye’s lid arching slightly as she considered his words. “Maybe it’s about the journey rather than the memories. Each life a new adventure, even if it’s the same.”

Bill paused, his lid relaxing into a thoughtful expression. After a moment, he shrugged, his eye brightening again. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that? I’d rather keep all the memories, even the messy ones. They’re what make us... well, us!” His lid curled into a softer U-shape as he looked at her, the chaotic energy in his eye softening. “Like us, Mae. I remember everything from the day we met, even though we were just little shapes in a big, scary world. And look at us now—ruling the Nightmare Realm together! How’s that for memories?”

Mae’s soft pink hue seemed to glow brighter at his words, her eye locking with his. “Every moment with you, Bill, is a memory worth keeping. Even your random facts and... unusual observations.” Her eye’s lid curved into a warm, loving smile, her affection for him clear in the way she held his hand and listened to every word he said.

Bill’s expression softened, his eye narrowing slightly in a tender gaze—a rare look for the chaotic being. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. “You’re the best part of this crazy existence, Mae. I don’t need immortality or do-overs as long as I have you by my side.”

Mae’s heart swelled at his words, and she lifted their intertwined hands, brushing the back of his hand with her lid in a gesture akin to a kiss. “And I’ll be here, always, to listen to every story, every fact, and every wild idea you come up with.”

Bill chuckled softly, leaning his triangular head against hers, their auras mingling in a soft, shimmering display. “Good, because I’ve got plenty more where that came from. Now, did you know about the island where bones just—”

Mae smiled, settling in for another one of Bill’s endless rants, her love for him unwavering. The Nightmare Realm may have been chaotic, but in this moment, everything felt perfectly right.

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Golden Hour || Ch. 6

[Bob Floyd x Bradley Bradshaw x OC]

A Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw AU [Hart of Dixie inspired]

Synopsis: Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?

Pairing: Bob Floyd x OC; Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Tropes: Love triangle, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Alcohol, medical procedure/blood, hospitals

Chapter summary: Bob and Olive work together on a medical emergency; Olive wakes up in Bradley's bed; Bob's jealousy shines through

WC: 2.6K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here; next chapter here

The crowd parted like the red sea. You could feel the heat of their gazes as you and Bob rushed through the hallway into a conservatory, the glass ceiling soaring. In any other situation you would have marveled at it.

But the man lying with his tie pulled loose on the floor was your main concern.

You and Bob rushed to where he laid on the wood ground, one on each side. You leaned in, listening to his breaths as Bob asked, “What happened?”

“He fell down those stairs.” An older woman pointed to the set of stairs along one side of the wall. “And we heard the crash and he was gripping his chest.”

You looked at Bob. “Decreased breath sounds.” You took his limp wrist in your hand and felt for a pulse. It was buzzing. “Increased heart rate.”

Bob’s eyebrows furrowed. “Mr. Flannery, it’s Bob. Can you tell us what you’re feeling?”

On the ground, Mr. Flannery’s eyes fluttered open. His lips, a pale gray, parted, but no words came out. Just a raspy breath. You shook your head. “This isn’t a heart attack.”

“Where did you say he fell?”

Charlotte frowned. “Does it matter?”

“Yes, Char, it does,” Bob snapped. “Did he fall on his chest or onto his back?”

“His chest.” A boy in the back piped up. “I saw it but I was too late.”

You and Bob looked at each other at the same time. “Pneumo,” you whispered. Bob nodded. “We need a knife, a sharp one, like a steak knife. And a bottle of vodka. And a straw.”

“What are you doing?” Mrs. Flannery asked, eyes wide

“Ma’am, your husband has a collapsed lung.” You tied your hair up into a ponytail and pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer from your purse, squirting it on your hands before passing it to Bob. “We have to drain the fluid from his chest to re-inflate the lung.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“It can’t wait.” Bob pulled off Mr. Flannery’s shirt buttons, exposing his bloated chest. “Here.” You handed him the bottle of vodka that someone had placed to your left.

Bob shook his head. “I haven’t done surgery since med school rotations,” he said quietly. “This one is on you.”

You sucked in a breath. “Call an ambulance, tell them we have a pneumothorax coming in and to prep for a chest tube.” Quickly, you dribbled the vodka over his chest, and over the steak knife before counting down from his collarbone. The room was quiet as the knife dug into flesh, blood pooling onto the skin as you pressed deeper before reaching for the thin cocktail straw, shoving it down into the space, the hiss of air re-entering the lung filling the room. You leaned back as Bob looked over at you from across Mr. Flannery’s body, a smile on his delicate face. You smiled back, looking up at Mr. Flannery’s wife. “He’s going to be fine.”

“Thank Jesus,” she whispered, tears dotting her lash line. Outside, you saw the bright colors of the ambulance. “Oh my, that’s the paramedics.”

You and Bob tended to Mr. Flannery as the paramedics got him cleaned up and on the stretcher. One of them frowned at you. “Did you do this?”

“Yes.”

“Pretty advanced for a nurse.”

You looked down at your white nurses outfit, now more realistically splattered with dark red blood. “Nurses are more capable than you think.”

He shrugged, loading the stretcher and closing the back doors. You sagged against the wall, breath finally easing. Bob appeared at your side, holding out a wet towel. “Here.”

“Thanks.”

“That was amazing.”

You snorted. “No it wasn’t.”

“Seriously, it was,” he replied. “You were so calm and deliberate. I couldn’t have done it.”

“You could have and you would have.”

Bob shook his head. “No. I haven’t cut in years. All I do is fill prescriptions, talk to people. Check for high blood pressure.”

“That stuff is important.”

“Not as important as surgery.”

“You know just as well as I do that surgeons get a big head,” you said. “And it’s almost always for no good reason. They’re not better than anyone else. They just know how to do more with thread.”

“Thank you. For stepping in and helping.”

“That’s the job, right?” you asked. “Fix people. Even if we’re not fixable ourselves.”

“Olive.” There was something sad in his voice. An inflection that caught you off guard.

“I should go find Bradley,” you said quietly.

Bob nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

“I’ll see you later.”

You could feel the heat of Bob’s eyes on you as you walked away. Inside, the party had mostly gone back to normal. You found Bradley in the main living room, a beer in one hand. His chocolate eyes lit up when he spotted you. “Doc! Heard about the save. You’re a small town hero.”

You blushed. “This hero wants a drink.”

“Wine coming right up.”

“Make it tequila,” you said and Bradley raised an eyebrow. Across the room, Bob leaned across the door frame, eyes quietly watching. “The night is just getting started.”

***

The light strained your eyelids as you opened them and winced. “Fuck,” you muttered. The pounding in your head was a thousand drum solos mixed over each other.

You felt around for your phone and paused. The material beneath your fingertips felt different. Eyes opening, you looked around. You weren’t in the guest house.

“What the hell?” you whispered, surveying the empty room. It was classically appointed: cream linen curtains, a lovely dark wood canopy bed, a cane dresser topped with a vase of flowers. You squinted. Where the hell were you?

The door swung open and Bradley strutted in with a glass of water and a croissant. “Morning Doc.”

You stared at him. He had on a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. Bradley sat the items down on the nightstand to your right.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like death personified.”

He chuckled. “Tequila will do that to you.”

You looked around at the rumpled bed and then back at Bradley. “Did we, um?” Your hands flailed around and Bradley’s eyes went wide with recognition.

He shook his head. “No ma’am.”

“Thank God.” He laughed. “No offense,” you added quickly.

“None taken.” God, his voice was smooth and rough at the same time. Deep and luscious. “I don’t make a habit of sleeping with women who are entirely not in their right mind.”

“How bad was I?”

“Before or after you danced on the table?”

“No I didn’t.”

Bradley chuckled. “You did. Quite a show, Doc. I’m impressed.”

You buried your head in your hands. “Oh my God, I have to move. Again. I’ll never live this down.”

“You weren’t the only one,” Bradley added, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Bob also got quite hammered.”

“Really?” That piqued your interest.

“Yup. Saw him going upstairs with Charlotte.”

You grimaced. There was something about that girl, you couldn’t put your finger on it but you didn’t like her. “Good for them.”

Bradley’s eyes searched yours for a moment, sensing your tone. But then he thought better of it and dropped it. He opened his mouth to say something as the doorbell rang. “I’ll be right back.”

A few moments later, you heard the door open and voices in the front of the house. Curious, you slipped out of bed, head pounding, tiptoeing around the corner. Bob stood in the doorway. “Mr. Flannery is at Atlanta General,” he said. “I’m going later today, but the medical team there has let me know he’s stable.”

You let out a sigh and both Bob and Bradley’s eyes turned to you. You froze as Bob’s blue eyes roamed over you: oversized t-shirt that you didn’t remember changing into, hair a mess, bare legs and feet.

His face hardened. “Dr. James.”

You stepped in closer. “So he’s doing fine?”

Bob nodded. “Yes, no complications.”

“I should go with you,” you said. “To the hospital to check on him.”

“You look like you’ve got your hands full,” he said. There was a tightness to his words.

You frowned. “He’s my patient, I’d like to check on him.”

“Fine.” Bob stepped back. “I’ll see you there.”

“You don’t want to drive together?”

“I’m leaving now,” Bob said. “And you’re underdressed. Goodbye, Bradshaw.” He stepped off of the porch and was gone before you could respond. Bradley shut the door and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“What’s his deal?” you asked.

“Bob?”

“He’s so hot and cold,” you replied. “Last night he was so nice to me after the procedure. And now he’s like this. I don’t get it.”

“He’s got a lot going on in his life,” Bradley said. “Don’t take it personally.”

“I don’t see how I can’t,” you muttered. “Considering it’s me he’s being mean to.”

“Come on Doc,” Bradley said gently. “Let’s have some coffee and maybe you’ll forget about Floyd.”

“Doubtful,” you groaned, but allowing Bradley to steer you back into the bedroom. You settled into the bed and lifted the cup of coffee to your lips, sighing as you took a sip. “Fuck, that’s good.”

He grinned. “Blue Bottle grounds. I order them from California.”

“Maybe I need to start drinking my coffee here every day instead of Breakers.”

“I’d like that.” You turned to Bradley, eyebrows raised. He shrugged. “Hey, you’re the one in my bed.”

“You put me here!”

He laughed. “You crawled in voluntarily. I know you didn’t ask but I’ll just let you know that I slept on the couch.”

“Good to know.” You set the coffee cup down. “And the t-shirt I’m wearing?”

Bradley held up his hands. “I set it out for you but you changed all by yourself.”

“So what you’re telling me is you’re a real gentleman.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along, Doc.”

You leaned back against the pillows. “Never did I think this is where my life would be.”

“Enjoy it,” Bradley said. “Life is slow down here. It’s nice.”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “It is nice.”

***

“Dr. Olive James,” you said at the nurses station. “From Willow. I just wanted to check on a patient, Mr. Flannery?”

“One moment, please.” You turned around, tapping your heel, waiting for the nurse on the phone while a group of EMTs rushed to the desk. “Dr. James? He’s in room 504.”

“Thank you.” You slung your purse higher over your shoulder.

One of the EMTs squinted. “Hey, aren’t you that nurse from the party last night? The one who put in a temp chest tube?”

You smirked. “Yes, I am. But that was a costume.”

“What?”

“I’m a double board certified surgeon and obstetrician,” you replied and the EMT’s eyes went wide.

“Why’d you let me believe you were a nurse?”

“Nothing wrong with being a nurse,” you replied. “I couldn’t do my job without nurses.”

Upstairs, you exited the elevator and turned left. The astringent smell of the antiseptic and the flickering overhead lights brought you back to the hospital in New York. It felt wrong to be strutting down the hallway in pumps and a dress instead of scrubs and Hokas.

“Hello?” You knocked on the open door. “May I come in?”

“Come in, sweetheart.”

You rounded the corner. Mr. Flannery laid on the bed and his wife stood at his bedside. They smiled as you entered the room. “Hi. How are you feeling?”

“Like a new man,” he said with a smile.

“Dr. James.” Mrs. Flannery rushed to your side and grabbed your hands in her ice cold ones. “Thank you so much for saving my husband.”

“No need to thank me,” you said. “It was nothing. Dr. Floyd helped as well.”

“It was all you,” Bob said. You turned, eyes wide. Bob was sitting on a chair in the corner, one leg crossed over his opposite knee.

You flushed. “Thank you. But I just wanted to drop by and check on how you’re doing.”

“Doctor says I’m no longer at risk for an infection, and should be clear to leave tomorrow.”

“Any complications?” you asked. “Difficulty breathing, racing heart rate. Feeling like you’re swimming underwater?”

Mr. Flannery shook his head. “No, ma’am. Nothing like that.”

You smiled. “Well, everything sounds good in that case. I’ll let you rest.”

Just as you turned, Charlotte entered the room. Her tiny nose puckered up when she spotted you. “Dr. James.” It came out thin and judgy, just like she was.

“Charlotte,” you replied.

“Bobby.” She turned to Bob, voice raised a half an octave. “Do you want to get some coffee?”

“I should be going,” he said, standing up. “I’ll see Dr. James out.”

“Thank you again,” Mr. Flannery said.

“Any time.”

You and Bob headed for the door as Charlotte narrowed her eyes in the background. Even though he was two feet away you could almost feel the heat of his hand on your back the way it had been the night before at the party as he steered you through the crowd. A shiver slipped down your back.

It was a silent walk down the hallway. Hospitals had a certain smell, feel. You could practically hear codes calling, beepers buzzing. A part of you longed for it. The rush. The adrenaline. The sleepless nights. The sound of a newborn baby’s cries. The steady beep as a ventilator was shut off before silence eclipsed a room.

Bob stopped at his car parked in the front row. “So are you and Bradley a thing?” he asked.

You frowned. “What? No, we’re just friends.”

Bob snorted. “Friends, sure. I also have friends who sleep at my house wearing only a t-shirt.”

“I heard you slept with Charlotte last night.” It slipped out of your mouth, hot like fire.

Bob looked taken aback. “What? No, I didn’t.”

“Oh really? Because I heard you went upstairs together.”

“Only because she was distraught,” he said. “And I had to put her to bed.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Do you care?” Bob asked. Those three words made your throat close up.

“No,” you said after a moment. “Why would I?”

“I don’t know,” he said, head tilted to one side. “Seemed like you do.”

“You’re the one who asked about me and Bradshaw first.”

“He’s my friend,” Bob replied.

“Mine too.”

Bob’s eyes narrowed. He unlocked his car. “I’ll see you at the office, Dr. James.”

“Dr. Floyd,” you replied as he opened the door.

Walking away, you felt a gnawing at your stomach. The trip to the hospital had reminded you of everything you had left behind in New York. There was a bustle to Atlanta General. An air of anxiety that you thrived on.

But it wasn’t just that. It was watching Bob drive away. Something he had said sat heavy on your chest.

Do you care?

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Legacies | Seven

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Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Kazansky!OC

Summary: Ana gets some unexpected, world-shattering news that threatens to throw her off her path. In her moment of emotional vulnerability, she finds comfort in the most unlikely of companions.

Warnings: military inaccuracies, talk of cancer (disease), talk of death (parental)

Wordcount: 3.1k

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A/N: Get your tissues ready because this chapter might get you. I tried warning you previously, we have reached the part of the story where things will get more serious, tense, and sad. For anyone concerned: all will be well in the end, the story has a happy ending!

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The day at the beach felt far away, its memory faded to be back of everyone’s mind come the next morning.

Then they had been thrown back into the daily routine that was their training. The mission crept closer every day while their progress still waited to catch up. Time was their biggest enemy.

Graduating from the initial dogfights the next phase awaited them just as intensely as the first one. They’d finally gotten introduced to their mission. Well, part of it.

The runway through the canyon.

It was nothing Ana had ever seen done or heard of, nothing she’d ever flown or known of anyone being able to fly. Frankly, it sounded insane. Impossible. But was it truly impossible if that’s what they were supposed to be taught?

Impossible was a word that didn’t exist in Maverick's vocabulary. Nothing was impossible if your name was Pete Mitchell. She wasn’t sure if the word even pertained to Maverick, an otherworldly exception, the universe bending around him in that instance.

It wouldn’t be easy, that was for sure. No one – not a single one of them – had managed to beat Maverick in a dogfight. Some had come close, oh so frustratingly close, but never close enough.

It was a sobering and humbling experience. They were considered to be the best of the best. But did that truly make them good? Or was it just empty words, blown out of proportion?

There was nothing that made Ana feel like the best of the best in the day following. Their success rate from the dogfights was bound to follow them into this part of the training. The air hung over them thickly, crackling with tension. Maverick's words rattled through every spot in the room. Harsh critique followed the sobering question of what they would tell their fellow aviators' families if they ended up killing them in the mission.

Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote looked glummest of them all, having just gone through their course simulation. Whether they had had special bad luck for being the first ones or if the demise would follow the rest of them was still an open question. It was exhausting, the pressure they were under was already at an all-time high.

“Take a break. Five minutes,” Maverick cut the heavy silence as he turned away from them with tense shoulders and a deep sigh.

The breaks were short, never enough to recover from the reality that weighed on all of them. Somehow taking a break right now felt wrong, like it was the last thing they should be doing.

The more hours ticked by, the more days ended, the nearer the mission drew. A rush of air breezed through the rows of aviators, all of them exhaling deeply. The banter – at times jokingly and at other times tensely – had ceased entirely.

Leaning her head back against the headrest Ana stared at the speckled gray ceiling tiles. Her mind was clouded with thoughts. The rendering of the flight ran through her mind like a broken record. She’d tried to identify every little detail so that she wouldn’t make the same mistakes. So that she would do it better.

But could she do it better? Could any of them do it better? Without a mistake? Without crashing into a mountainside or breaking into the SAM’s air range?

“Ghost. Warlock needs you outside now. Bring your phone.” Snapping her eyes forward Ana centered on Maverick. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the Rear Admirals Aid breeze by, navigating through the two rows of seats and out of the room. Her fellow aviator's eyes were on her. She stared at Maverick, brain lacking behind. His face was a blank mask, not revealing what could be behind the sudden request.

It was quiet in the room, nothing but the tick of the clock in the corner to be heard. Slowly Ana rose out of the chair. Something about the way Mav had spoken the words set her on edge.

Patting the pocket of her flight suit holding her phone, she nodded at her superior. Her walk was mechanical as she strode toward the door, thirteen pairs of eyes following her. Taking the silence with her, murmuring broke out behind Ana’s back and as the doors slipped close she vaguely heard Mav quieting them down.

Warlock met her halfway behind the next corner of the hallway. He looked serious. Perhaps more than she had ever seen him. Even with the difficult mission, he’d always had a friendly smile grazing his lips. A softness remained in his eyes even now. One that grew the longer he looked at her.

"Lieutenant Lawson, you might want to check your phone and call your mother back.”

A bolt of panic ripped through the confusion that had encased her until now. It scared her. Whatever was going on it couldn’t be good. Not if it was important enough for her to be called out of class. Not if it necessitated Warlock to be the one to pull her out of class.

Her heart in her throat she couldn’t do more than tensely nod. Her hands fumbled to pull down the zipper, to get her phone out as fast as she could. Ana always put it on do-not-disturb during class.

Warlock signaled for her to go, dismissing her. Glancing down at her display as she sped out of the hangar to find a private spot for a call, another wave of disturbance shot through her.

Ana hadn’t returned to the classroom. Her absence – albeit entirely uncommented – was noted by all of them. Her departure had raised many questions, all of which Maverick had shot down before they’d even gotten to utter them.

When the break had run out and their fellow aviator hadn’t been back, Maverick had glanced at the door. He’d lingered there for what felt like too long to be casual before he had dove right back into the debrief.

The air in the room had been different throughout, this change hadn’t vaned even after the next group was sent to get ready and in their jets. But by that time Jake didn’t have the luxury to be aware of or care for it any longer.

He was up to fly the course together with Harvard and Yale. All his focus needed to be on the course, not on his colleague. Which shouldn’t have been a problem in the first place. He’d never had trouble focusing on the job. Exclusively on the job.

During his completion of the flight simulation, he managed to forget everything that wasn’t the course and the jet he controlled. The moment he stepped back into the classroom, together with only eleven of his colleagues he couldn’t anymore.

Ghost’s place remained noticeably empty through the entirety of the second debrief. And even though it was his debrief and his abilities under scrutiny a part of him kept thinking, wondering, just where she was.

In the end, she didn’t return at all. Her seat stayed empty and while her absence was noticed by everyone, no one dared to say a thing. At the end of the day, when they were all leaving, there was still no hint of her. Not until Jake looked out through the open hangar doors and spotted her hunched figure in the distance.

His walking pace slowed down considerably, hanging back until everyone else had passed him by. He felt drawn to the big doors. Similar to the day Rooster and Maverick had pulled their risky stunt during the dogfight. Now too Jake found himself watching her, drawn in, his feet moving on their own.

The dirt crunched under his boots as he crossed the empty tarmac, the sun was lowering, less angry than it had been at midday. Jake had a cocky jab ready, to tease her for missing the class and how she planned to catch up. The words died on the tip of his tongue when he noticed something wasn’t quite right.

“Lawson,” he called. Her head flipped around so quickly that it made him wince. As she noticed his approach, Ana straightened up, discreetly trying to wipe away the tears that stubbornly fell.

“What’s wrong?” At his question she laughed bitterly, not even blinking as he sat down beside her on the sun-warmed ground.

“As if you care,” she muttered, staring out ahead at the empty runway. In her hand, she clutched her phone.

Jake kept quiet, no witty comeback to subvert her words, no quip that could defuse the tension coiling around her. Not even something to distract wanted to come to his mind. There was only silence he could keep in that moment as he eyed her from the side attentively.

The silence gnawed at her. Nerves that were already stretched hair thin started to tear more with every passing moment. Shaking her head, she let out a loud huff.

Jake’s presence was taxing her.

Mocking.

“I bet you are enjoying this right now,” she spat, eyes raking over his form by her side. She looked at him with disdain.

Jake’s jaw ticked, the muscles moving under his tan skin as he clenched them strongly.

“Oh don’t act like that now,” her scoff came out more like a sniffle, weak and crumbling.

“You were just waiting for something that would throw me out of the field. Something you could do or say, some kind of ace up your sleeve. A weapon to give you an advantage over me too,” she noticed him opening his mouth but Ana stole away his chance for a rebuttal, “Rooster and I are your biggest rivals and we both know that you already have something against him. To knock him off his path.”

Letting her head hang, fresh tears pooled in her eyes, blurring her view. Ana felt lost and scared. Her emotions were weighing down so heavily on her, it felt like she was getting crushed. The sustained G’s she pulled day to day felt like nothing compared to the deathly vice squeezing her heart.

Looks like he didn’t even have to find something against her.

Impossible as it might be in the blaring heat of San Diego in the summer, even as it set, there was a chill running through her bones. One the arm that suddenly got draped over her burned away in seconds.

Jake pulled her into his side.

It surprised her how easily she folded, letting him drag her under his arm, where she was nestled against his warm chest.

“I didn–” Jake stopped, thinking hard how to voice his words, “I’m not trying to do that,” he told her in the end. She had never heard him be this serious before. Not up in the air. Not even during missions.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

His behavior was surprising to her. So different from the Hangman she knew. Not Hangman she realized but Jake. His thumb softly caressed her shoulder. He was looking at her, his entire attention solely on her. The intensity with which he was focused made her heart jump, but the situation at hand made her throat close up.

“It’s my dad,” she choked out after a bout of silence. Her voice was unsteady, shaking.

Another heavy sigh left her chest, forcing the heaviest of the lump in her throat away. Her palm smoothed over the deep wrinkles in her forehead. She looked like a mess, she knew it, loose strands of hair had escaped the usually tidy bun swaying around her face now.

The words came hard, feeling heavier than lead.

“A couple of years ago he was diagnosed with cancer. He did chemotherapy and it went away.

Everything seemed good.”

The worst part was yet to come. Ana choked on her breath, the thumb caressing her shoulder dug into her flesh, appealing a comforting pressure. It grounded her enough to continue speaking.

“Now it’s back and it’s worse. Stage 4. The doctors are unable to treat it. He–...he can’t even speak anymore because it hurts him.”

Staring into the distance the words sunk in. Her mother had told her the exact thing just hours ago over the phone, but then they hadn’t seemed real. It hadn’t seemed real. Now the realization of it all came crashing down on her.

“He is dying,” she spluttered, a new wave of tears spilling down her cheeks. Unrelenting and strong.

Ana tried to hide, tucking her chin to her chest, but the heaving of her shoulders betrayed her. The sobs wracked through her, ripping their way through her lips, she couldn’t do anything to prevent it.

Jake wordlessly tugged her closer, gently pushing her head against his shoulders. He let her cry against him, let her fist her hands into the fabric of his shirt as her tears wet his shoulder. All the while his hand rubbing up and down her arm never faltered.

Maybe she should be embarrassed. Losing control like this in front of him. Yet something in her told Ana she was safe. Safe to open up to him, safe to bear her soul.

Once she had calmed down, she pulled away, wiping the last tears from her puffy cheeks. Looking up she noticed him already looking at her. There was a storm clouding his bright eyes.

“Thank you.”

Jake simply nodded, helping her stand up. Together they walked back to their dorms.

Everything felt different now. Her world had been turned upside down.

Ana spent a long time under the shower, looking at the drain as the water poured over her. She let the water glide over her hair, trailing around the edges of her face as her tears mixed with it.

Even now, out of the shower, she felt lost in limbo. Her movements were slow and lazy as she toweled her wet hair. Then a knock at the door sounded. It caught her off guard, ripped her out of the haze. Opening the door she was met with Jake.

Confusion came over her as she stared at the blonde leaning against the doorframe. He peeked into her room as she continued to stand there, frozen.

Ultimately his eyes turned to her and he smiled. “Won’t you invite me in?”

“Why?” Ana blurted. Her wet hair long forgotten, she put the towel around her neck, staring at him in bewilderment. Holding a hand up, Jake showed her two mugs filled with a steaming liquid. She hadn’t noticed the bag of snacks pinched under his arm before.

Jake patiently waited for her to catch up and when she did, Ana slowly let him in, still confused. He sauntered into the room. Curiously she watched him, unable to keep a part of her on guard. There was recognition in his eyes as he noticed her hovering close by the door. Jake’s eyes dulled over.

“Why are you doing this?” Ana heard herself ask, her voice sounding just as careful as her posture was. Jake turned away to put the two cups on her desk, dropping the bag of snacks beside them.

With his back to her, his expression was hidden, but the way he tensed was noticeable nonetheless. His spine was straight, almost too straight – unnatural and overdone. Every muscle in his strong back was stretched, rippling under the plain shirt. A steel barrier, a wall of defense. What possibly could he need to guard himself against like that now?

“Thought you could use a cheer up,” he mumbled.

Slowly shuffling over, she stood beside him in front of the desk. She eyed the two cups of steaming liquid, noting the print on their white porcelain. They were from the common room. He’d made her a drink, risking being caught by the others, perhaps ridiculed or questioned. The Hangman doing something nice for his coworker. Being anything but the egoistical and vane asshole people thought him to be.

“Thank you.” Glancing over, her lips formed into the closest semblance of a smile she could muster today. For once it looked like she had caught him off guard. The surprise crossing his eyes was brief, but it was there.

And then he relaxed. Shoulders dropping barely noticeably.

Together they sat down on the floor, backs propped against the frame of her bed. The drink in her hand warmed Ana and as she looked down into the cup eyeing the brown, creamy liquid she was surprised once more.

“Hot chocolate?”

Jake hummed, taking a sip. There was a foamy sheen of chocolate coating his top lip afterward. Her heart fluttered as she watched his tongue poke out and lick it away.

“The best drink for cheerin’ up,” he smiled over at her. “I admit it’s even better when spiked but we gotta work with what we got.”

His words make her snort. It was true, she could use the soothing buzz of alcohol right now. But for that, she would have needed to leave the base and she felt like doing anything but that. It was the last thing she wanted to do right now, sitting in a crowded and loud bar, surrounded by happy people having a good time.

“I can’t believe it,” Ana broke the silence that had settled over them. Jake’sbrows raised as he was mid-sip. He looked at her, openly and patiently waiting, so she continued.

“He was just fine a week ago. Smiling and joking around, acting like everything was alright when I visited them.” They must have known by then. Both her mother and father had lied to her, they’d kept her in the dark. Did her siblings know?

“How could I have missed this?” How could she not have noticed something off? Surely there must have been signs. Had she been too blind to see them? Had she been too ignorant?

“They probably were trying to protect you.” Yes. They were. Ana wished they’d told her anyway.

Staring down into her cup, Ana watched the liquid slosh and swirl as she spun the mug aimlessly. She felt herself drifting dangerously close to crying again, so she forced herself to sober up. A sip to distract herself and a change of topic were her strategy.

“You know you could have just gone to the Hard Deck like the others,” she told him, clearing her throat. “You could have ignored what you know and had a good evening.” Truthfully she didn’t understand why exactly Jake was here instead of spending his time at the bar, drinking and playing darts with Coyote.

Instead, he sat with her, on the floor of her room, drinking hot chocolate.

“No. I couldn’t.” He was somewhat serious, this intense gaze back. Ana looked straight back at him. Long.

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goldendoodlerlockerlove · 25 days

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Not Bob’s Burgers related, but the amazing @gaywriterthings officially convinced me to continue my Stranger Things Steve Harrington x OC fic, which has been left in limbo for years now (I just needed time and motivation to continue it).

This is probably a cool time to be doing this, considering the fifth and final season of the show is coming out next year. So, look out for that fic being released on AO3 eventually.

In the meantime, look at this adorable drawing of them they made for me! Isn’t is precious?

[ID]: Traditional fanart of Steve Harrington, a character from the show Stranger Things, and an OC named Anya Li. Anya is a thin, pretty Taiwanese girl with short black hair, a white shirt, a gray belt, and a pink skirt. She’s giving Steve an almost teasing look. Steve is a handsome boy with incredibly fluffy brown hair, and a bright blue sailor’s uniform with a nametag on it. One of his hands is in his pocket, and he’s blushing a bit. There’s a bright striped shirt underneath his uniform, which looks like Where’s Waldo’s shirt.

#stranger things #stranger things oc #i love them #their ship name is scoops ahoy 💛#in my heart they are bi for bi #anya at least is definitely bi

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 141. brb x oc

a/n: I had a good time with my dad...it was good to take this break. Thank you for everyone who messaged me and checked on me, really, you guys are incredible and I couldn't thank you guys enough. Kinda short because of shitty connection but I hope you guys like it. Smut coming soon(reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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“So this is your school.”

“...it was.”

He sounded disappointed, with reason considering his high school looked…nothing like he remembered. He holds onto the front gates with his brows low, eyes moving at every corner he could find, hoping to see something that was similar to his brain, something that could wrack his memory. “They removed the old gym,” he mutters, pressing his face harder against the iron bars and squinting under the gentle falling now “And built it so much farther from the school building. Look,” he couldn’t even put his arm through the bars to show it to Beatrice but his wife approached him with Nicole nonetheless.

“That…gray building was your gymnasium?”

“It was rich green back then,” he mutters “They painted for St.Patrick’s day in 1956 and never changed it…until now I guess…at least the tree is still there and they added a pathwalk around it.”

“It wasn’t there before?”

“No, it was just fuckin’ hard earth.” he chuckles as he reminisces, “And some grass that looked like someone just spat it on the ground…” he walks to the left a bit, trying to see more of the glass doors that were covered with cards and ‘Merry Christmas’ signs on it…alongside a large vinyl illustration that Beatrice had to squint her eyes to see better.

“Is that a bobcat?”

“Yeah, we used to call him Bob but I’m sure that wasn’t his name.” he frowns more, “They gave him a goatee, that’s terrible.”

Beatrice felt a bit bad because of Rooster’s constant disappointment in showing her about his past, when in reality it was actually really fun. Their schools weren’t that different, except, well, hers didn’t have a tree…and the gym wasn’t that big…and of course the school building had two floors and the basement of her school was haunted but it was still good! She approached her husband, keeping Nicole wrapped inside her jacket and smiled up at him, “You are pouting.” she giggles, seeing that he immediately pouted more, “Roos, things change, I mean, it’s been over ten years since you’ve been here,right?”

“I mean,yeah.”

“It’s okay honey,” she kisses his covered shoulder, then his jawline, “I still like your school…did you have fun here?”

“I did.” he pauses, “A little.I got in a lot of trouble here too. I fought,” he sputters, “I don’t know, half of the bullies? No one bothered me once I started working out. I know most of my teachers hated that I did that…’You are good boy Bradley’ ‘Don’t let your anger control you,Bradley’, my mom was called to school too often.”

“You mentioned that.”

“She did get mad.” he mumbles, eyelids lowering, “You know? She’d get mad at me, she’d scold me and we’d fight for a few seconds then we’d make up with ice cream or she’d take me to the movies…we never got really angry at each other for too long.” until that day after he was refused entry in the Navy. “...anyway, let’s move on.”

“Where to?”

“I can’t show you the inside because, well, it’s closed…I dunno if they’d even let me do it.” he murmurs, holding the bars tighter then pushing himself away with a light impulse, “We can take a walk around the park I used to go, but-” he looks up with a frown, “Maybe we should go back to the cabin, we spent a good chunk of time outside.”

Beatrice follows his gaze to see the clouds were getting darker and darker, meaning they’d better go back or else they’d be stuck in this area and wouldn’t be able to return. Nicole, who was just having a blast, bounced on Beatrice’s arms as they walked back to the car, making her father smile towards her once he opened the back door so Bea could latch her in, “I swear, she has so much energy for a six months old.”

“She does,” Nicole’s cute little ‘mama!’ when Beatrice kissed her and placed her on the seat made her mother laugh, “My mother said that if she’s like this now it means the terrible twos won’t be so bad.”

“Really?”

“Well,” she pushes the door closed,”She said the same about Sabrina and she set my nonna’s curtain on fire when she was one and a half.” she blinks at him, “And she was considered a ‘calm’ baby.”

Rooster didn’t know if he should be worried or surprised, then he chose to turn the subject towards Bea, “But you were a calm baby.”

“I was.”

“Did you ever set anything on fire?”

“No,” she giggles, “But I used to bring insects into the house, I especially loved ladybugs.” she heard him whisper a ‘of course you would’. “And…maybe I brought some birds, some…cats and dogs I found on the street, abandoned…the cats never stayed ‘cause Leo is allergic, but the dogs? The dogs did.”

Rooster chuckles, his chest moving for a brief second, “You’d do that, you are just a Disney princess in real life.” her cheeks immediately turn red, “Every day I think you’ll wake up singing and the birds will help you get ready.” he wiggles his fingers, the gloves creaking when he does so, “Like Cinderella–wait, no, Cinderella has a shitty family life…who’s the best one? Oh,I know, Belle.”

“Belle?”

“I had a crush on Belle.” he smirks, “What can I say? Brunettes are my one,” he steps closer, “And only,” his arms wrap around her waist and hers go around his neck, “Weakness…and if their names start with ‘B’?” he whistles lowly, “Don’t even get me started.”

Beatrice smiles at him even more, cupping his cheeks with her gloved hands and bringing their lips together in a repetitive flurry of kisses that left the two blushing harder, a mix of their own teenage like feelings and the cold, ‘We better get out of her before it gets too cold to move,Roos.”

“I agree…one more kiss tho.” he does kiss her one final time, loving how her cherry chapstick left its taste on his lips when he licked them, “Alright, atta girl.” he swats her ass cheek as she turns around, opening the passenger door for her and waiting until she was inside fully.

Bradley entered the car a few minutes before the snow intensified so he wasted no time stalling, driving off from his school towards the cabin. It was quite a trek to go there, but it was fine, the snow was only getting stronger behind them so it was easy to reach the cabin without worries.

Well, of course it was much better to stay inside once the snow landed heavily on the roof and the outside turned one singular color instead of the different shades they were seeing before. Beatrice held Nicole to her chest, their daughter laughing happily when she saw the snow piling on the window, stretching her little arm towards the glass as if she wanted to touch it “Wow, good thing we left,Roos, look.”

“Yeah, it’s going to be bad,” he murmured,”The weather app said it’s a red alert for this region.”

Beatrice turned around with her eyes wide, panic in her green irises, “Wait, really?”

“Yep, but don’t worry,we’ll be okay. It won’t be as bad as the first time we got here.”

“Okay-” she was about to say more but she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket, pulling it out one handed to check who it was “...oh it’s Evelyn.”

“Yea?” he calls from the kitchen, ripping a cocoa packet open as soon as he poured the hot milk in his mug, “What does she want?”

Privacy, Beatrice thinks,”Just to talk…can you stay with Nikki for a bit?” he stops what he was doing and Bea has to chuckle at his boyish grin when he walks over to the two, picking Nicole from her arms and kissing her cheek over and over, “I’ll be right back.”

“Alright,” he didn’t want to pry but Beatrice left the living room area in a hurry, locking the door behind her once she reached the master bedroom, leaving her husband looking in the direction she disappeared into with a frown on his face.

Beatrice licked her lips once she was alone, then frowned, “Weird.” two missed calls…wasn’t it around seven in the morning in California? Beatrice blinked, then shook her head before pressing Evelyn’s name, almost jumping in surprise when her friend picked in the very first ring, ‘...Ev?’ she asks after a few minutes of silence.

“...hi,sorry for bothering you guys during your holiday week.”

“Um no, no it’s okay. What happened?”

Another pause, longer this time, “...I just wanted someone to talk to.” she whispered, “I’m in Jake’s family home in Texas.”

“Oh I didn’t know you were uh…traveling.”

“Me either.”

“...are you okay?”

Beatrice hears her friend sigh, then her feet walking around the room, “...I…I got kinda sick these past days, while we were here.” she explains, “And so I went to the doctor, a family friend of Jake’s…to…check.” Beatrice felt a cold claw coming up in her stomach, the fear palpable, “And see if the Pumpkin is okay.”

“...and?”

“He is okay.”

Beatrice sighed out in relief, almost falling on the floor but managing to do so by sitting on the bed, falling onto the mattress as she rubbed her forehead, “Oh thank God.” she whispered, “I’m so happy to hear that,Ev.”

“...Yeah.Me too…it was really fucking scary,Bea.” she says softly, “I thought–it was scary. The doctor told me it was normal, nothing to worry about, that it was because of the plane and the jetlag and whatnot…he said if it were twins it’d be much worse.”

Beatrice’s eyes snapped open, her body rigid, ‘...what?”

“Yeah, if it was twins and I was feeling like this,he said it’d be worse. I didn’t want him to elaborate as you know I wasn’t really in the mood to do it. It was just a random comment, nothing more.” but that made something within Beatrice panic. What does that mean? What sort of thing was she feeling? Should she be worried? What was she going to do?

‘But…um…what exactly were you feeling?” what should she look for on the trip back?

“Just really heavy nausea, some headaches.My body hurt too, that was all I was feeling.”

“Ah…I see.”

Both of them remained silent for a second, then she hears Evelyn walk around again, “...Bea.”

“Yeah?”

“You got quiet.”

I’m worrying about the little beans inside of me so there’s a reason I’m worried but I don’t want you to worry “It’s nothing,Ev. I’m just…well,it’s scary. I didn’t know that it could happen.”

“The doctor said stress also fucks you up so…that could be why? I’ve been really tired ever since my parents found out about it.”

“Oh…I’m sorry Ev.”

“Oh it’s okay…I’m okay now.Jake’s mom is making me uh…I don’t know, something that smells nice and I didn’t want Jake to worry and I couldn’t call Shells because you know how she’d get.”

“Haha,yeah.” but her laugh sounds so nervous, she really didn’t need that right now…stress…stress causes a lot of things. So what should she do? What could she do? Maybe she should stay…quiet inside the room and not move at all- even if she planned things this week, hell even if Rooster had things planned- no, no she shouldn’t let the paranoia take over her especially since it’d be a good week…

Maybe she should tell Rooster later, he’d understand…right? Yeah, of course.

“Anyway,I’m sorry Bea…for the sudden call and message.”

“It’s totally okay,Ev.”

“...can I ask you something,though?”

“Sure,anything.”

“Do you think you can call your aunt? The witch lady?”

“...sure? Why?”

‘Just so maybe she can give me some tips on how to not freak out so much during my pregnancy,” she laughs “You know,I’m glad you already had Nikki, it’s a terrible feeling to have when you are pregnant, it really is.” she didn’t hear Beatrice’s hard swallow, “Anyway.I’m going to go now,I’ll talk to you soon okay?”

“Y-Yeah,sure! S-See you!” they end the call and Beatrice stays seated on the bed, mind running miles per minute before she sighs,rubbing her face with both hands, looking down at her phone for a few seconds…Only for then decide that maybe she should call her aunt now.

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softspeirs · 2 months

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Reprieve (BoB/MoTA x OC)

Summary: What if Bucky and Buck managed to escape the forced march that night in Germany? What if in a really roundabout way, they got some help from some locals and found their way to the 101st? What if! Loosely follows the events of this AU. Author's Note: No romantic pairings (a bit of Speirs/OC mentioned). Features my BoB OC, Kat Gray. This is very much a "magic of fanfiction" story - doesn't fit with canon and certainly would not have happened in real life. It's fine - we're all insane here anyway. Enjoy! Warnings: mentions of PTSD, and descriptions of war-related injuries. Words: 8k+ (I am so sorry)

“Welcome back to the land of the living Major. You look like you’ve seen better days.” The woman’s American accented-voice is clear as a bell and yet Bucky still thinks he’s hallucinating. “Can you open your eyes for me?”

Bucky tries to sit up.

"Not so fast," she says, leaning over him so he can see her.

“Where am I?” He croaks.

"You’re in an aid station with the Airborne. You've been out for two days. Take it easy." She sounds familiar.

"Have we met?” he asks, ignoring her request to sit still. His ribs ache, and his throat feels so dry he feels like he’s swallowed sand.

"Once upon a pub in England, Major Egan." The woman busies herself around him, gathering bandages and other supplies, and when he can finally force his eyes to focus his gaze, he sees her, and he can't help but let out a breathy, disbelieving chuckle as he recognizes her.

"Of all the gin joints..."

She turns around and grins. "Something like that." She holds out her hand. "Corporal Kat Gray, sir. It's good to see you."

He takes her hand gratefully, squeezing. "I'd say the same, but--" he winces as he reaches up to touch his eye. He can't see out of his left eye at all. It's eerily similar to how he arrived at Stalag Luft III, and he wants to vomit at the thought. "How--"

"You and Major Cleven have had a rough few days." She says, her tone taking on a more somber tone. "He's just fine." She adds, reading the panic on his face. "He’s being debriefed by our CO.” She leans in. “I’m going to try to clean this a bit better,” she says gently. “I’m going to adjust you for a minute, but if you can look up for me, I won’t need to touch you much.”

He feels a strange mix of shame and relief at the way she’s talking to him - telling him what she’s going to do and giving him the power to say yes or no… it’s certainly an adjustment compared to what some visits to the infirmary in Germany were like.

He looks up at her, and she nods reassuringly, reaching to adjust him so she can see him better in the dim light. “How on Earth did you end up here?”

The last few days all feel like a blur, and Bucky bites back the rising panic at the thought of what his and Buck’s escape might mean for their friends. “Buck and I have been in a POW camp since ‘43.”

Kat is quiet, meeting his gaze with large, dark eyes. “I’m very sorry to hear that. Obviously you escaped. Nearly ran right into our outpost.”

He sighs, scratches at his jaw. "They evacuated the camp. We’d been having conversations with our guys for a week or so when we knew the Germans were going to march us. We agreed that a few of us should try to get back. I remember finally finding a window to make a run for it, and--" he stops as he flashes back to a dark night, moments of complete panic, and finally, watching Buck escape over that wall. "-- got the butt of a rifle for my troubles."

"That explains the bruising." She leans in, her fingers cool against his fevered forehead. "Did you have a previous injury here?" Her gaze is narrowed in on a spot somewhere near his cheekbone.

He really doesn't want to talk about it. It was hard enough trying to tell his guys what happened to him, and he's just not sure he has the words to try to describe it to someone else. He'll have to eventually. If they ever make it back... but that's about the only time he thinks he can manage to get the words out. "Yes." He says finally. "When I went down…. They walked us through a city that had been recently bombed, and between the civilians and the guards..." He trails off, jaw tight.

Her eyes are understanding. She doesn't press him, and he's grateful. Instead, she leans back against the wall at her back, folding her arms across her chest. "So I've got good news and bad news. The good news is I don’t think you’ll have any lasting damage, even in that eye. I don't think your orbital bone is broken, but you'll be sore for a while. The bad news is that you need to speak with our S-2, on account of how you might be a spy and everything."

Bucky blinks at her.

Kat smiles. "It’s just a joke. But… procedure. You know it goes. Technically I probably shouldn’t have asked you anything about how you got here.” She shrugs, waves a hand dismissively. She stands up straight, takes a few steps back from him. "Think you can walk?"

“Would it matter if I can’t?” He grumbles, pushing himself into a sitting position.

“Of course,” she frowns. He has to remind himself where he is and who he’s with. He’s gotten so used to hiding any major or minor injury, any sign of illness, and being forced to stay on his feet for what felt like hours on end, sometimes in the middle of the night.

Kat continues, “Though, sir, if you were to… as a Major, of course… give me permission to order Captain Nixon to come to you instead, I would really really enjoy that.”

Outside, he shields his eyes from the bright light with his right hand. His head throbs, but he keeps walking. He glances down at the woman beside him.

Helmet in her hand, he gets a better look at her now that they're not in a room lit with barely a single bulb.

"Where are we?" Bucky asks, voice low.

"Somewhere between Belgium and Bavaria." She says. "We’ve been here for a week, pulled off the line not too long ago.”

Her voice is scratchy, whether from overuse or from illness, he can't tell. She has a fading bruise on her left cheek, a mirror of the one on his face. She looks older than the last time he saw her.

He remembers her, fresh-faced and in a clean uniform on a pub night where he and Buck and Benny were all together and intact. Not a scratch on them or dust on their uniforms. He remembers her easy smile and the way her men closed ranks around her at the first sign of his flirting.

They walk a few more feet to a requisitioned building that's practically falling apart. It's warm though, and that's really all he cares about. That, and seeing for himself that Buck is here and alive.

He hears his low voice before he sees him. Buck is standing bent over a table covered in maps. Across from him are two captains - one he vaguely remembers and one he hasn't met yet. All three straighten at his approach.

"Major Egan, this is Captain Winters and Captain Nixon."

After two hasty salutes that Bucky feels uncomfortable receiving, Nixon's hand is the first outstretched for a shake. "Egan. Good to see you on your feet."

"Thanks." He replies distractedly as he looks at his friend. "Buck? Entertaining guests already?" He asks, gesturing at the room they're in - it clearly used to be a kitchen.

Buck smirks. "Should have remembered to get down the good silverware."

"What, uh…" He wants to ask what happened after the woods, after-- he remembers finding Buck in the woods, hands trembling and alone. He had waited for him, said he knew he'd catch up eventually, and said George was gone.

They walked the entire night and next day, sticking to the woods as much as possible until they got close enough to the front to hear American voices. It's a bit hazy after that. Between the certain head trauma and the exhaustion, he doesn't remember much.

Buck shakes his head, almost imperceptible if Bucky hadn’t been searching his expression. Later, it seems to say.

Nixon gets Bucky’s attention by clearing his throat. “If you can come with me for a minute, Major.” he says, gesturing to another room off to one side.

“Nix, I really don’t think–” Kat tries to interject.

“Kat, we can’t make exceptions.” Nixon says warningly, though his tone is nowhere near harsh. He turns back to Bucky. “Look, Major, I remember you, and I know you’ve already been through this with your far less kind hosts, but I’ve got to ask you a few questions before we do anything else.”

With a look at Buck, who nods reassuringly, Bucky goes.

They go through the whole thing - name, rank, serial number, what’s the national anthem, who is the President and when was he elected… the whole thing. All things considered, Bucky actually thinks Captain Nixon goes pretty easy on him.

They join the others after a few more minutes, Bucky absently rubbing his temples which are already starting to ache.

The taller man -- Winters -- seems to want to get down to business. He turns to Kat. "Corporal Gray. Hang around for a minute?"

"Yes sir." She says, finding a place to perch on a counter behind Buck. As she hoists herself up, Bucky catches the glimpse of a dirtied bandage that takes up nearly her entire arm as her sleeve rides up.

Trying to focus on the task at hand, he and Buck go over every second of their escape until Bucky can't remember much else. His jaw clenches as Gale recounts how he half carried, half dragged Bucky to the other side of a ditch so they could get to the American side of the line.

"Gotta say, you're a couple of lucky bastards," Nixon says. "A few hours later and that town would have been either empty or back in German hands." He meets Bucky's eyes.

They go over a map for a few more minutes."We were marching in this direction,” Buck says, pointing at the map, “But it’s hard to know for sure, and there's no way to know how long they were going to make us go."

"Well, they'll meet up with the Army at some point." Nixon says firmly. "Nothing classified about it - we're making gains in all directions. It won't be long."

Bucky nods, trusting him and his intuition. At least he could sleep at night knowing he didn't resign his friends to too many more months of hell.

"Any chance you'll be the one to break them out of there?" Bucky asks.

"It's hard to say." Winters says eventually. "We're assuming our next move is into Germany, possibly farther into the Reich than Berlin. We won't know until we get our orders." He looks apologetic, and both Bucky and Buck know that despite their rank, despite the fact that they’re all officers in the Army, Winters can’t tell them much more. He probably shouldn’t have told them any of this at all.

Winters switches gears, turning to Kat. "What's the diagnosis, Kat?"

"Concussion watch for Major Egan," she meets his eyes briefly, "Two broken ribs and obviously the damage to his left eye." Her tone is pretty clinical, but Bucky doesn't take it personally. "I'd like to get some food in both of them, and Major Cleven's got a cough I don't like the sound of."

"Well, he’ll fit right in then.” Nixon says.

Kat rolls her eyes and kicks the Captain lightly with one dangling foot. "I think the interrogation will have to continue another day. I'd like Roe to check them out too." She continues quietly. At their nod, she takes charge, a hand on Buck's shoulder to guide him out the door, and a glance over her shoulder at Bucky signaling that he should follow.

Outside, he finally asks. "Why is it you don't have one of those lapel pins yet, Gray?"

She snorts. "I should think it's obvious, Major."

"Really, the rank thing is all bullshit anyway." He says.

"John..." Buck grumbles as they walk.

"It's okay--" Kat says, stopping only when they hear a loud whistle overhead. Bucky's entire body tenses. They’d been hearing artillery in the distance at the stalag for weeks, but it’s different when it’s happening right over their heads. "Over here." Kat’s voice is firm, urgently directing them into a doorway.

"Is that--" Buck stops short of asking, the earth rumbling under their feet for a moment.

"Enemy artillery. They're not that accurate. We're too close- they're just on the other side of the river."

"And yet...." He looks down at the way she’s setting her helmet firmly down on her head and raises his eyebrows at the urgency in her voice.

She sighs. "Let me find you both a place to sleep and some food, and then I'll tell you what the last few months have been like."

Kat leads them upstairs where they're given a small kit with some essentials, and a few k-rations to split between the two of them. They've even got a chocolate bar to split, and Bucky swears he's never tasted anything so good in his life.

"Don't go bragging about that," the soldier who handed it to him says. "I'll never hear the end of it."

Kat chuckles from her spot on a beat-up sofa in the center of the room. It’s some sort of supply depot - different members of the company trail in and out, hauling boxes with ammo, rations, and even mail at one point. It’s clear many of them are bunking in here too.

She tells them about the last few months in Bastogne - her eyes go a little hazy and her face clouds over in grief as she skips some of the nastier parts. “Once you hear the whistle of artillery like that, you don’t forget what comes after. That’s why I’m a little jumpy. Even though they’re missing us with mortars all day, it's just…” She shrugs. “It’s never a sure thing.”

"Tell me about that arm, Kat." Bucky says, curiosity getting the better of him. "Let me guess, I should see the other guy?" He asks.

"Not exactly." She says, smile dimming. “Like I said, German artillery went off pretty much every day, at all hours. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

"Got knocked on her ass." Another man sitting opposite her says. His eyes have been narrowed on Buck and Bucky since they arrived.

"Oh, shut up, Lieb." Kat bites back, but there's no heat in her words.

Buck and Bucky share a look, the barest hint of a smile on Gale's face. The friendly banter makes Bucky ache for a simpler time, when they’d be doing nothing but giving each other shit and playing cards all night. It feels like a thousand years ago.

“I was wounded from shrapnel here,” she gestures at her arm. “Lost quite a bit of blood. Lucky for me, I was unconscious for the aftermath.”

More whistling suddenly sounds overhead. It sounds louder, closer than before. It's strange - Bucky knows how to anticipate enemy fighters, but this is uncharted territory for him.

"Everyone up." Kat orders, the few other men in the room standing hastily and gesturing that the Majors should follow them. "Wait--" She stops, pausing to listen. The urgency in her expression feels different than it did before, outside on the street.

"We gotta go, Kat." Liebgott says harshly, eyes a little wild.

Another whistle. The entire building shakes.

"Christ," Buck bites out through grit teeth.

On instinct, Kat reaches out to steady Bucky, one hand falling tight on his wrist. They keep each other upright, and he sees Liebgott doing the same thing on Kat's other side. His hand is clasped tight around her elbow, and then the next whistle comes screeching in.

"Go!" Buck says, always the leader, even when he's out of his element.

The four of them go racing down the steps, pausing only when the building shakes so violently, Bucky is sure it's going to come down with them still inside.

"Move!" Kat urges, pushing at his back when he falters. "I didn't nurse you back to life just to watch you die here, Major Egan." They all trip over each other halfway down the stairs when another blast hits, and Bucky coughs as dust and crumbled plaster rain down on them from above.

They've all stopped on the ground floor, crouched low as if that would stop an entire building from coming down on them. Buck's arm is over Kat's shoulders, Liebgott pressed tight to her other side.

"Medic!" The shout is nearby, and frantic. Kat squirms under Gale's arm.

"Major Cleven, I need you to let me up." She says, calm.

Buck blanches like he hadn't even realized he was doing it. "Sorry."

"No time for apologies, and none needed." She says. "Lieb, take them to the CP? They’re bunking there for the night."

With a quick smile, she's gone as if she had never been there in the first place, and they're left a little dazed, watching her go.

Out on the street, they hear raised voices, but Liebgott ushers them on, his steps quick. He keeps giving Bucky a look, so finally he decides to just tackle it head on.

"You don't have to keep looking at me like I'm going to steal your girl."

To his amazement, Liebgott's eyes go wide for a fraction of a second before he laughs, loudly. A cackle, really. "Major, she's not my girl. Though if you want a shiner to match the one you’ve already got, you keep on making the moves on her. In fact, I'd pay money to see what happens when--"

"Alright, alright." Bucky says. "I get the picture. Jesus."

"You haven't met Captain Speirs yet." Liebgott says, an amused smirk still on his face, stopping in front of yet another half crumbling building. "Third floor. Good luck. Doc Roe is up there too - Kat wanted you to see him."

Buck levels Bucky with an exasperated look as soon as they get inside. "Been awake for less than two hours and already causing trouble."

"Trouble finds me, Buck."

They head upstairs and walk right into an argument. A man is in the center of the room, hands on his hips. Another medic is in front of him, looking for all the world like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"Uh-- sorry to interrupt." Gale, ever the peacemaker, speaks up.

The man turns, giving them a view of the captain's bars glinting on his garrison cap. He says nothing, turns back to the medic in front of him. "Roe, listen. I already told her she's better off in bed but just do me a favor and give her a shift tomorrow morning. She's out there doing god knows what no matter what we say anyway. Might as well do it where you can keep an eye on her."

He exhales, turns back to the two newcomers. "Majors Cleven and Egan? I’m Captain Speirs. You'll be bunking here until we can figure out what to do with you."

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek so he doesn’t smirk. This is the infamous Captain Speirs that Kat may or may not be involved with.

"We hope we'll be out of your hair soon." Buck says.

"That'll be up to Doc Roe’s evaluation, I'm afraid." He gestures at the other medic, informally introducing them. "You've seen Kat already?"

Bucky nods. "Just got debriefed and almost shelled to death. She's somewhere dealing with a casualty."

Speirs' expression doesn't change too much, but it's enough that Bucky notices the way his jaw clenches and he shifts his weight.

"Man of few words." Bucky mutters under his breath.

"Better go see what's going on. No patrol tonight, so take your time, Roe, and for God's sake, make sure Lipton actually gets some sleep?"

"Yes, sir."

As Speirs leaves, the medic turns to them with a tired smile. "Sorry for all the commotion. We don't usually have visitors."

Bucky snorts. "You don't say." He settles himself on a chair while Roe has Buck move into a better light so he can see.

"I know Kat already did a preliminary check but I'll just do my own, if you don't mind." He frowns. "Those scars are awfully symmetrical, Major."

Bucky goes tense. Doesn't like the way Roe is sizing up his friend. Doesn't want Buck to have to relive any of it if he doesn't have to.

"Any of your jumps involve you going feet first through a German farmhouse window, Doc?" Buck rasps, eyebrow arching.

Roe hums, already moving to clean up a scrape from Buck's temple. "We had some nice fellas clear out a spot for us to land on our last jump."

"You also jump out of your planes on purpose."

Roe grins. "This is true." He wipes at a small spot of crusted blood near Buck's hairline. "This healed well enough. No infection. Seems like you might be stuck with them, though they might fade eventually."

Buck doesn't say anything. No more probing questions from the Doc either, for which Bucky is grateful.

“You and Kat both have that same cough…” He says, almost to himself. “We’ve got pneumonia going around, but your breathing sounds okay. Keep that scarf on,” he says, gesturing to the olive drab scarf tucked around Gale’s neck. “Try to stay warm. If we get another supply drop I might have something else for you, but it’ll probably have to wait until you get back home.”

Home. Thorpe Abbotts… it all seems so impossible.

"You're up, Major Egan." Roe says, waiting until he's seated in front of him to dab lightly at the bruising around his eye. "You're lucky you didn't lose this eye." He says mildly. "Looks like Kat cleaned it well; I'm not going to risk irritating it further." He stands back, crossing his arms. "About those ribs..."

Bucky bites back a wince and a noise of pain as Roe applies pressure to his midsection. “It’s not the first time. No time to let them heal up and they probably didn’t heal right the first time, either.

Roe meets his eyes. “Are you short of breath? Any stabbing pain?”

Bucky shrugs. "I've had worse."

Roe must read the expression on his face, because he doesn't push. Whether he can read in between the lines or not, he gets the message, and Bucky is grateful, because he can't talk about that night again. Not the night he was captured, and not the night he and Buck finally got out. He's just-- he wants to forget it ever happened.

"You'll bunk here with the other officers tonight." Roe says. "I'd get some rest before chow time, if I were you."

Buck and Bucky have no problem taking orders, and they're both almost asleep on their cots before their heads even hit the pillow. Bucky still feels anxious about how they're going to get back to England, but he hears the laughter of men outside, and is just grateful to be alive. To be back amongst allies, even if it's only temporary.

Bucky wakes early. He sits up slowly, groaning. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees someone move. “Jesus Christ, Kat.”

She cackles. “I’m so sorry. I was checking to see if you were still asleep.” She says, tone full of mirth.

He huffs as she laughs for a few more seconds before taking a step closer.

“How’s your head?”

He shrugs. “Sore.”

“Ribs?”

“Feel like I was kicked by a horse.”

“Do you think you can eat?”

He nods and Kat gestures that he should follow her. In the large living area, a few of the officers he met the day before are sitting around a long table, metal bowls with what looks like the world’s worst oatmeal in hand.

“Morning.” Captain Winters greets them both. He looks down at his wrist and checks his watch. “You should still be asleep.” He says pointedly to Kat, who has been doing her best to hide a cough in her elbow, but everyone can see the shadows under her eyes.

“Sorry sir. Wanted to check on the majors.”

“Where’s Buck?” Bucky asks suddenly, feeling guilty he hadn’t even checked.

“Took a walk.” Kat says. “Roe is with him.” She gestures for Bucky to sit, leans in to speak quietly to him. “He had a rough time sleeping.”

Bucky hadn’t heard a thing. He was so out of it, the exhaustion of the last week catching up to him.

Winters is watching him carefully. Clearing his throat, he asks, “So. Explain these nicknames to me.”

It’s so unexpected that Bucky can’t help but laugh. Bucky accepts the change in subject gratefully. He tells the whole story. Leaves out some of the more colorful details Gale would have added.

“You enlisted before Pearl Harbor?” Kat asks.

“So you beat us to the war in more ways than one,” Another officer at the other end of the table says, grinning. Bucky was introduced to Harry Welsh the night before, but he was so exhausted he doesn’t think he did more than exchange pleasantries. He likes him right away - he’s got a glint in his eye that showcases his good humor.

“Say, Gray, did you know if anyone in the Air Corps gets kicked off two crews, they get sent to the infantry?” Bucky leans back in his chair, accepts a bowl of what appears to be oatmeal from Kat as she passes it along.

“That explains a lot,” Welsh says with a wry smile.

Bucky grins. “Smartest guys in your division probably came from us first.”

Kat looks between the two men, shaking her head but smiling as she gives Bucky a faux stern look. “You’re confused, Major. We’re not just infantry. We’re the Airborne.”

The other Lieutenant down at the end of the table grins. “Could have used a few more of you bomber boys to clear the way for us on D-Day.”

“Kind of a shame I missed it, but I was otherwise occupied.” Bucky says. He looks away, not wanting to think too hard on what was going on in his head when they heard the invasion had started. It hadn’t been a good stretch of days for him.

“Morning,” Buck’s voice announces himself, and he comes in looking better than Bucky has seen him for weeks. The shadows under his eyes are still there, those scars on his cheeks prominent against his pale skin, but he looks more like himself.

“Major Cleven,” Kat says with a smile. “Got a bowl with your name on it.” Her tone is pleasant, but doesn’t leave any room for refusal. “Have a seat.”

A gentle smile tilts Buck’s mouth as he takes the bowl from her hands. “Yes ma’am.”

Buck and Bucky tuck in to their food, letting the chatter of Easy Company fill in the silence. Bucky feels…. Envious. It’s a strange feeling. He watches the way the officers and Kat and the various men who drift in and out of the building interact, and besides the guys in the Stalag, the boys in The 100th haven’t always been lucky enough to get to know their comrades like this.

It’s clear to him that Easy is a group that have been together a long time.

“What’s on your mind?” Buck asks, voice low.

He shakes his head. “Nothing. Just– wish the other guys were here. That’s all.”

Buck watches him closely. “Yeah.”

Kat is called away to the aid station before long, and they’re left with Captain Winters. He’s quiet, but asks them both where they’re from and how long they’ve been in the service. It’s an easy conversation, Lieutenant Welsh chiming in here and there before they both excuse themselves for a meeting.

“Something’s going down tonight.” Bucky says.

Buck nods, tucking another spoon of oatmeal into his mouth.

Kat comes back a little while later, lips in a tight line. The Majors watch her carefully, trying to figure out if they should go back to their rooms and give her some space.

“If you need something to do you can help me over here for a minute,” she says quietly. Her voice is flat.

“Everything okay?” Buck asks, tone gentle but inquiring. He’s good at this part - trying to get someone to open up without pushing. God knows Bucky has been on the receiving end of it more than enough times.

“Fine, I– I don’t know how much I can say.” She gestures for them to join her, and she hands Buck a handful of bandages to roll. “I’m just tired of losing people.” She says quietly, almost to herself.

Buck and Bucky don’t say anything – what is there to say? They know too how people - friends - are there one minute and gone the next. They busy themselves helping her, all three of them falling into a contemplative silence.

“You know,” Bucky says, “you’re keeping these guys alive, Kat. Even an idiot with only one eye can see that.”

That gets a smile, even a small one, and Bucky starts to feel for the first time like everything is going to be okay, eventually.

The door downstairs flies open with a bang in the middle of the night, and Bucky is on his feet before he even realizes what he’s doing. He has a flash of a memory - a clanging cell and screaming German voices - before he remembers where he is.

Hearing Kat’s loud voice doesn’t do anything to slow his heart rate. Across the hall, Buck is also up and moving, heading down the stairs with just one look at Bucky. Raised voices fill the space and for a minute Bucky can’t tell what’s happening.

“Here. Put him here!” Kat’s voice is high pitched and urgent, and he can hear the frustration in her voice clear as a bell.

“Majors, welcome to the patrol,” another gruff voice snaps, and a man with sergeant stripes turns to them. His face is exhausted. “Make yourselves useful and help Kat.”

“I need a light!” She calls out, looking around for anyone who can help. “Now!”

“Here–” The same sergeant is shoving past Bucky, holding out a lighter.

Buck and Bucky are moving, helping to hold down the soldier on the table so Kat can see.

“You’re all right, just keep still,” her voice lowers, hand pressed to the man’s forehead. “Major, there’s a syrette in my left pocket.”

It’s unclear which one of them she’s talking to, but Gale moves first, extracting the syrette quickly. “Better if you do it, Kat.” He says.

She takes it with nimble fingers, sticking it in the man’s shoulder. “I need Captain Speirs–” She breaks off, seeing someone over Bucky’s shoulder. She snaps her fingers. “Lip, I need the captain, we need a jeep.”

“Everyone else clear out, give her some space.”

“Not you–” Kat says, hand clasping Gale’s forearm. “Need help for one more minute. Need you to hold him here,” she says, gesturing towards the wounded man’s other shoulder.

With a deep breath, Buck does as instructed, bracing the man as Kat does something to his wound that has Bucky turning the other direction, suddenly woozy as the soldier lets out a harsh cry, writhing slightly under both Kat and Buck’s bracing hold.

Bucky moves closer despite his rolling stomach, wanting to help, but Kat lifts her head, shaking it at his approach.

“I don’t think so, Bucky. Not with those ribs.” She turns her attention to Sergeant Martin, still there with the lighter. “Sarge, I need that light closer.”

“Kat.” Buck’s voice is a little strangled, and Kat looks over quickly, eyes flicking down to the man on the table who has stopped writhing, eerily still.

She pushes him aside quickly, pressing two fingers to the man’s pulse. She sighs. “He’s okay, he’s just unconscious. Probably from the pain. It’ll be harder to move him that way.” She looks back at Martin, “Sarge, we need at least one other person.”

Just then, Lipton comes back in with Speirs hot on his heels, face tight with tension.

“Kat.” Speirs says, voice firm and full of relief all at once. “What happened?”

“Sniper to the shoulder. He’s stable but he needs a surgeon.” She responds without looking up, missing the look on the captain’s face when he sees her whole and intact.

“Martin.” Speirs barks.

The man doesn’t flinch, barely even takes his eyes off the younger private on the table. “We took fire almost immediately when we crossed the river but we got three prisoners. Liebgott and Web are trying to get some info out of them with Nixon.”

“And Patterson?” He gestures to the young private.

“Sniper, as soon as we turned a corner. No one saw him until he fired. We turned tail right after that.”

Speirs runs a hand down his face. Everyone in this room looks exhausted. Bucky wonders if he’s misreading the tension - they look how he’s felt for the last six months. “Get him in a jeep.”

Kat, Lipton, and Martin work quickly, leaving Buck and Bucky momentarily to stand there, trying to comprehend what just happened.

“Buck.”

His friend looks up, eyes refocusing, but he seems a million miles away.

“All right?”

“Fine. Just— he couldn’t have been eighteen.”

“He just turned nineteen two days ago.” Kat says roughly, reentering the room and shoving past them. “We had a party.” Her voice is a bitter, angry thing. “We keep doing these prisoner snatches, and we lost a man during the first one. It just feels so… pointless.” She looks up at them, schooling her expression. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be–”

The doors open again and Kat is back to being all business. Martin and Lipton come back inside a minute later, and the night stills, like nothing happened in the first place. Martin and Lipton lean against the now-empty table, arms crossed over their chests, and Kat all but collapses in a chair, hands trembling slightly.

“Appreciate your help, Majors.” Lipton says with an exhausted smile.

“Any time.” Bucky says. “Though I wasn’t much help.” He’s got that tone again, he knows he does, where he’s feeling like he’s not doing enough, that he’s not enough, and it earns him a sharp look from Buck.

“You two should go back to bed,” Kat says quietly. “We’re going to try to get you out of here tomorrow and it’ll be a long journey back to England.”

There’s a weird feeling brewing in Bucky’s gut where he almost doesn’t want to leave. It’s the venture into the unknown - every time they’ve been in a situation where it was going back home, back to England, or having something bad happen as the alternative, things have gone wrong.

Despite being on the front, this feels like the safest they’ve been in months, and he’s reluctant to give up this camaraderie.

Kat must read something on his face, because her shoulders straighten. “Major Egan, you’re going to go home. That’s– the rest of us don’t have that choice.”

Properly chagrined, Bucky nods. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

Her expression is gentle, so he knows there was no bite behind her words, he just yet again is coming to terms with the fact that she’s been through hell and isn’t the same person he met all those years ago at the pub.

“Respectfully, sirs, off to bed with you both. Right now.”

Buck puts his hands up in surrender and heads up the stairs. Bucky trails behind him, Kat on his heels. Martin and Lipton bring up the rear, both looking like they could fall asleep standing up if need be.

After a whispered conversation in the hallway, Kat taps on Bucky’s door before entering. “I didn’t mean to be harsh, before.”

“You weren’t. You’re right.”

“Still, I know it’s not easy to feel… grateful, or relieved about your situation. Especially not after what you’ve been through.”

“It doesn’t need to be the ‘who has it worse’ Olympics, Gray.” He shrugs. “Two weeks ago it was probably me, but today and tonight it’s you.” He smiles at her. “Look, you’re going through this shit day in and day out and still putting on a brave face for everyone else.” He turns to face her fully. “Ever considered a transfer to the Air Corps?” He winks to let her know he’s kidding.

“Not in a million years, Major.” She nudges him with her elbow. “Get some rest, Bucky, and we’ll reexamine those ribs in the morning.”

“Thanks, Kat.”

The morning comes too soon for Bucky’s liking, and when he heads downstairs, there are only the remnants of the night’s watch group milling around. No sign of Kat anywhere, which makes Bucky a little anxious, but he heads inside the other room anyway, conversation dying as soon as he enters.

A lieutenant whose uniform looks so clean, it almost hurts to look at him snaps to attention.

“No, no, no.” Bucky says, tone wary. “Uh, at ease. No need for that.”

“Sir.” He says anyway, and there are a few snickers from the other men.

“Any chance for a coffee?” Bucky asks, sending a relieved smile at a man he hasn’t met yet who hands him a cup.

“It’s not hot yet but give me a minute.”

“Thanks, uh–” He squints at the stripes, “Sergeant–”

“Malarkey.”

A few more bodies filter into the room, and finally Kat appears, spending a second frowning and fussing over Bucky. She prods gently at the bruising around his eye and he winces, trying to cover up his reaction. She sees it anyway, lines between her brows getting deeper.

“Hurts worse than yesterday?”

“Not really. The same.” He replies. He’s extremely aware of all the eyes in the room being on him and Kat, and it makes him shift his weight, suddenly uncomfortable. “Why don’t you get a cup of coffee before it’s gone, huh?” He says. “Friends are waiting for you.”

Kat looks over her shoulder. “Yeah. Okay. But don’t think you’re getting away with pretending you’re fine, Bucky.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Kat gives him one last stern look before making a beeline for Liebgott in the corner who is holding an extra cup. He hands it over when she gets close, and Bucky watches the way the man eyes her carefully, like he’s trying to make sure she’s not going to fall apart any second.

It makes Bucky wonder about his guys, about the rest of the 100th and how they’re faring. He wonders how long the guilt will eat at him – probably until he sees for himself that they’re alive and well.

The mood in the room is tense, and Bucky wonders what happened before he came down, and notices one man’s bleary eyes on him. Bucky knows that look. The man’s attention quickly diverts to another fresh-faced private who enters the room quietly.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Webster?”

The room falls quiet.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, college boy.”

Bucky frowns and makes quick eye contact with Kat from across the room. Her expression is concerned.

“Are you drunk, trooper?” The lieutenant who had saluted Bucky asks, voice sharp.

“Leave me alone.”

Bucky has seen this before. Hell he’s been this before, though at least he had enough sense to not directly mouth off to Colonels Huglin or Harding… not in earshot anyway.

“Answer the question.”

“Yes, sir, I am drunk, sir. Drunk. Sick and tired of fucking patrols… taking orders.”

Sergeant Martin shifts on his seat. “Hey, Cobb. Shut up. It’s boring, okay?”

“Taking his side, Johnny?”

“Both of you–” Kat tries to interrupt.

“Shut up, Kat.”

A pin could drop three floors above them and everyone would hear it. Bucky’s jaw clenches tight, and he registers Buck entering the room behind him, footsteps quiet, clearly having overheard the entire thing.

Kat doesn’t look angry. She looks… sad? It makes Bucky wonder what happened to Cobb before he got to this point. Bucky knows the toll watching your friends die and feeling hopeless can take. He knows it doesn’t take much to reach a point you can’t come back from.

“Watch your mouth.” Liebgott fires back, taking half a step forward before Kat puts a hand on his arm to stop him.

“Sarge, they’re on their way in.” A voice from the doorway says, and Buck and Bucky move out of the way as Captain Winters and Speirs enter the room. They step out, not wanting to intrude more than they already have, but not before Malarkey hands them the promised cups of coffee that have been percolating for the last few minutes.

Bucky nods his thanks, and settles in a ripped up armchair across from Buck.

“Was hoping to get an update, but sounds like they might be in for another bad night.” Bucky says, taking a sip of the hot liquid. It’s not real coffee, but it’s warm, and he feels better almost instantly.

“What was all that about?”

Bucky shakes his head. “They’re– everyone’s tired.”

“He went after Kat.” Gale quirks a brow. “Doesn’t seem like that happens too often.”

“She held her own just fine.” Bucky says, smirking. “Besides, how many times have you had to stop me mouthing off like that? After all this shit… surprised it hasn’t happened sooner.”

They both stop for a second, savoring their coffee and trying to pretend they’re not eavesdropping.

“... I want you all to get a full night’s sleep tonight.” Captain Winters says, and the following silence is loud. Bucky’s eyebrows raise. “In the morning, you will report to me that you made it across the river into German lines, but were unable to secure any live prisoners. Understand?”

“I’ll be damned.” Buck whispers.

Everyone streams out, fresh smiles on their faces. It’s contagious, and Bucky stands when Winters greets him, leans in to shake his hand.

“Not a word, Major.”

“Of course.”

Speirs stops in front of them, and even he has upturned lips on his normally stoic face. Kat trails a few steps behind. Bucky can see it now, the way it seems like they’re extremely aware of the other one’s presence, like two magnets being drawn together, but trying to keep it quiet.

“Majors.” He says quietly. “Got an ETA on the transport to get you out of here. Tomorrow morning we’ll get you on a jeep to the hospital, and a ticket back to Thorpe Abbotts.”

Tomorrow.

It feels impossible. Buck’s hands are on his hips as he looks at the ground, a small smile growing on his face. Bucky imagines he looks the same way.

“Christ.” Bucky grins, throwing his arm around his friend’s shoulders. “Home.”

“Then we do whatever we can to bring our boys home with us.” Buck says firmly, eyes on his friend.

“They won’t let us fly–”

“I’m getting back behind that stick, John.”

Bucky nods. There’s no talking Gale out of something once he makes up his mind. And the scariest part is that Bucky knows he’ll be right there in the seat next to him if it comes down to it.

“Major Cleven,” Kat says, and she looks hesitant to interrupt. “I appreciate your ambition, but please take the time you need to fully recover.” She looks between them. “Both of you. Please.”

“Only if you do the same,” Buck says with a raised eyebrow, though his smile is assuring. “Heard you coughing all night.”

Bucky has forgotten that Speirs is still there leaning against a table in the corner, but sees him straighten out of the corner of his eye. He bites back a smile.

“Who is the medic here?” Kat asks archly.

Gale holds up his hands in surrender. “Just making sure you take your own advice.”

“You’re not the only one,” Speirs says quietly, but he too has an easy smile on his face, and with the way Kat double takes, it seems she’s just as surprised as the rest of them. “It should be a quiet night. We’ll get some chow and then get you both ready to go. Kat?”

“With you in a second,” she says, and watches as he leaves. She turns back to Buck and Bucky. “You heard Captain Winters, boys. A full night’s sleep is in order.” She crosses her arms over her chest, sending them a wry smile. “Is it weird that I’ll miss you both a little bit?”

“Don’t let tall, dark, and brooding over there hear you say that.” Bucky says quietly, an amused grin quirking the corners of his mouth.

Kat’s eyes widen. “Bucky! You can’t—”

“Jesus Christ.” Buck whispers, but he laughs too.

“I’m just teasing you. But seriously, Kat– you might not notice the way he looks at you, but I’ve only been here for two days and I can see it. Hell, every guy in there cares about you.” He gestures towards the nearly-empty room behind them. “You should hang on to that.” His voice is suddenly serious, and it makes Kat frown.

There’s so much she doesn’t know about what he’s been through in the last few months. There’s so much he doesn’t know about her. But they both know the toll war can take. They both know how easy it is to lose themselves in the horror of it.

“Can we do anything today to help?” Buck asks, trying to break the suddenly pensive mood, and Kat nods.

“If you’re up for it. We can find something.”

Hours later, they come back from helping Kat at the aid station feeling… dare Bucky say, fulfilled? He talked to so many guys, helped the ones who weren’t able write letters home to their parents and girls, and it gave him that bit of himself back, the piece he’s been trying to rediscover since he went down.

Mealtime is more subdued, but in a contented way that he hasn’t experienced in months. He’s still getting used to having halfway decent food to eat. Buck seems to be soaking it all in too - his quiet conversation with Welsh producing a few laughs and the sight of a smile on his best friend’s face gives him a little bit of hope that maybe they’re both going to be okay at the end of all of this.

The next morning they’re awoken by the sound of artillery in the distance. It’s not close enough to be alarmed, but Bucky was hoping for a quiet morning so they could make their getaway in peace.

He’s not really worried about anything else happening at this point, but they’re so close to enemy lines. That nagging thought in the back of his brain won’t fully go away, and probably won’t until he’s back on British soil again.

A knock on the door brings him out of his thoughts, and he straightens fully, finishing buttoning his shirt.

“Morning.” Kat says, looking tired, but happy. “We’re moving out soon. Time to go.”

Bucky nods. “Be down in a minute.”

They have nothing with them, he or Buck, so it doesn’t take them long to get ready. Downstairs in the CP, they’re greeted by the full cadre of officers.

“Good morning, majors.” Captain Winters says, saluting them as they enter. “We’ve got a transport for you back to the field hospital. You’ll link up there with the Red Cross, and then it’s an evacuation flight back to England.”

They say their goodbyes, and Bucky feels the melancholy mood settling in, even though he’s relieved to be on his way. He and Buck head outside with Kat and Doc Roe meets them at the truck.

“They’ll probably want to evaluate you again when you get to the hospital, but it should be quick.” He shakes both their hands, and then excuses himself, leaving them alone with Kat.

“I guess this is it,” Kat says, and Bucky and Buck share a look. She has no idea she’s echoing a conversation they had with each other years ago, but it makes them both smile, memories of an easier time when they had no idea what was coming next washing over them.

“Thank you, Kat.” Buck says, voice quiet and contemplative.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Kat says quietly. “I’m just happy you’re both okay and going home.”

Bucky shuffles his feet, unsure how to properly put into words what these few days with Easy Company have done for him and Buck both. Obviously the alternative could have been the end for both of them, but the universe putting them back in Kat Gray’s orbit still seems too good to be true.

“You take care of yourself.” Bucky says roughly, pointing at her.

“That’s my line.” Kat says, before closing the distance to reach for his hand, squeezing tight.

He returns the contact, unexpectedly feeling his throat getting thick. “You’ve got a good thing going here, Gray. Don’t do anything stupid, understand?”

“The same goes for you, Bucky.” She frowns. “I don’t like the idea of either of you flying again.”

Bucky shakes his head. “It’s a rule - downed pilots don’t get back in the seat. Buck just does best when he can lead. He’ll be itching to do something.”

“And you?”

Bucky smiles ruefully. “I really don’t know what the hell I want, Kat.” For this damned war to be over, he thinks.

“Kat, time to go.” A voice off to the side calls, and both she and Bucky turn to make eye contact with Captain Nixon.

“Coming.”

“Go on,” Bucky says. “Be safe.”

“You too, sir.”

Kat salutes him, which he still finds incredibly uncomfortable, but he returns it dutifully, smiling softly at her. He watches her walk over to Nixon, who hands her a pack that’s been sitting by his feet, and he can see the moment her posture changes and she prepares herself for whatever’s coming next.

“Train’s leaving the station, John.” Buck drawls.

Bucky turns to his friend and takes his offered hand as Buck hauls him into the back of the transport truck. The engine starts, and Bucky takes a minute to say a quiet prayer for Easy Company as they grow smaller in the distance, hoping that better things on the horizon are coming for all of them.

#band of brothers fanfiction #mota fanfiction #masters of the air fanfiction #john egan x oc #gale cleven x oc #i have been chewing on this for weeks so i'm just going to post it #otherwise i never will #i am not super happy with the ending #but i hope this scratches an itch for some of you!!!#softspeirs band of brothers fanfiction #softspeirs mota fanfiction #oc: kat gray

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california coast in your green eyes || chapter 3/5

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Julie Floyd (OC)

Synopsis: Jake gets Julie home after the dagger crew turns up at The Hard Deck, and when Bob tells Julie he's shipping out, someone surprising intervenes.

Warnings: more drunken flirting but again, zero consequences.

Length: 4.3k

A/N: crossposting from ao3, so if reading on there is easier, here ya go!

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Julie pulled the sleeves of her jacket over her hands, crossing her arms across her chest and hugging herself as the wind blew cold off the ocean.

She knew it was only a block or two from The Hard Deck to her car but she was having a terribly difficult time remembering where she parked, which was odd, because she was normally really good about stuff like this.

She was, admittedly, normally less tipsy than she was at present.

“You’re sure it’s white?”

She looked over at the question, surprised before she remembered that Natasha and Bradley had taken one of Robbie’s arms over each of their shoulders, and Jake had been tasked with getting her home safely.

Personally, she thought he got the longer end of the stick, if that was the good side.

“Yes,” Julie said, shaking her arms out, before remembering she was cold, and crossing them again. “I am certain that my car that I have had for seven years is still white.”

“Not like a cream,” Jake said, “or a gray or–”

“There it is!!” Julie squeaked, pointing at it.

And there it was. A little car that looked like every other car on the lane, but that was hers; she could see the Connecticut plates.

“Alright,” Jake said, and held out his hand.

Julie frowned at it, looking back at him. He opened and closed his fingers quickly, but didn’t put his arm down. Julie’s eyes narrowed at his hand, but she put her hand into his obediently.

Jake made a weird sound, and when she looked up at him, his face was very carefully not laughing.

“Keys, Floyd,” he said, “I need your keys.”

“Oh.” Julie pulled her hand back quickly, and tried not to think anything of the fact that when she’d pulled away from him, he’d gone with her for a moment.

He had long fingers, she noticed, the way someone who also has big hands notices a matching feature on someone else. His palm was wider than hers, and it wasn’t calloused but it was worn; she guessed that was the side effect of pulling a plane through the sky, but with gloves protecting his skin.

She found her car keys in her purse, pulling them out triumphantly, but then she looked at him.

“You can’t drive,” Julie told him.

“I mean, you’re not driving,” he said, and Julie shook her head.

“It’s a stick shift.”

Jake opened his mouth then shut it, then opened it again. “Why do you think I can’t drive a stick?”

“Can you?” she asked suspiciously.

“Yes,” he said. “Can I have the keys now?”

She gave him the keys. She walked over to the passenger side, and stopped after a step, Jake nearly running into her.

“Why are you following me?”

Jake looked up at the sky. “I’m getting the door for you.”

“Oh.” Julie looked down at the car door, still closed. “Are you gonna get it then?”

Jake mumbled something to himself, but he leaned past her and opened the door so she could slide in.

“Feet,” he said.

Julie looked up at him. “What?”

“Feet–never mind.” He leaned down and picked up her ankles, guiding them into the car. Julie tried not to shiver, they were just ankles, but something about it felt like chivalry.

He shut the door carefully, then jogged around the front of the car, which Julie thought was sweet, because it wasn’t like she had anywhere to be.

Maybe he does though.

Julie frowned at the thought, studying Jake as he folded himself into her car. He didn’t push the seat back, but did adjust the side mirrors. As he adjusted the rearview mirror, he checked his reflection and pushed a tendril of hair out of his face.

“Okay, Miss Russell,” Julie snickered, louder when Jake looked at her, confused.

“Who?”

“Rosalind Russell,” Julie said. “She’s my mom’s favorite actress; she has this scene in The Women – have you seen The Women ?”

“I have not,” Jake said. “Seatbelt.”

“You should see it,” Julie told him. “It’s from the ‘30s, but the entire cast is women. Like, the entire cast, Jake.”

“I believe you,” he said. “Seatbelt.”

Julie frowned at him. “What do you want?”

He sighed, and leaned over across her to grab the safety belt, and click it around her. Julie threaded her arms and head through it so it sat behind her, and Jake waited exactly zero time before pulling it back across her body, looking at her pointedly.

Julie contemplated readjusting it again, but she figured it’d be more embarrassing to be fixed twice, so she didn’t.

“Even the dogs were women,” she told him.

Jake’s mouth twitched, which Julie considered a victory as he sat back in his seat, and turned on the car.

So he can drive stick.

He also did the thing guys do, where they put their hand behind the passenger seat headrest, to check over their shoulder as they pull out of a parking spot, which Julie had never understood why it was attractive when guys did that, but she figured most things Jake did were just vaguely handsome. She watched him as he backed out of the spot, smoothly taking the car between gears as he switched directions, and the expression of focus on his face.

He looked like that a lot.

“What?” he asked, as he pulled the car onto the road, starting towards the highway.

“Nothing,” Julie said. “How do you know where you’re going?”

He looked at her quickly, then back to the road. “You sure you only had the two shots?”

Julie sniffed, wrapping her hands around the seatbelt. “Yes.”

Jake hummed, switching lanes.

“Liz gave me your address,” he said. “Back at The Hard Deck.”

Julie didn’t remember that, but it did make more sense than him just knowing.

“So was there a point about Rosalin, or…?”

“Rosalind,” Julie enunciated. “And yes. There’s a scene where they’re all primping in front of a mirror and then everyone leaves and Sylvia – that’s Rosalind Russell’s character – runs back to the mirror to check her teeth. George Cukor said there’s two types of grooming; it’s different when you don’t have an audience.”

The car was quiet for a moment.

“I thought there weren’t men in the movie,” Jake said.

Julie looked over, and he looked back, briefly, his expression confused.

Bless his heart.

“Cukor was the director,” Julie said.

“Ah,” Jake said.

“Anyways,” Julie continued, because it was too late to stop, “you’re Sylvia, only instead of a vanity it’s my rearview mirror and instead of your teeth it’s your Disney Prince hair.”

Jake laughed, a sudden sound, something fresh and quick and Julie knew she shouldn’t stare, but it was a wonderful effect.

His eyes crinkled up with it, and he had great teeth, he really did, and his laugh made her feel like she’d done something momentous.

“I was not expecting that,” he said, his voice regaining some of its seriousness.

Neither was I.

But Julie shrugged, as best she could behind her seatbelt, looking out the window. “I think I just liked the thought that being with me felt enough like being alone,” she said.

North Island blurred by outside her window, streetlights like sentries next to palm trees lit at their base. Julie tipped her head against the window. She never rode passenger in this car; the window was dirty.

The lights slowed and the car stopped at the on ramp to the freeway and Julie realized Jake was watching her.

In the streetlamp light, his eyes looked darker than green, or maybe he was just looking harder than she expected him to. But she didn’t look away and he didn’t stop looking and Julie thought maybe they would’ve sat there for a bit longer if a car hadn’t honked its horn behind them to prompt them to go.

Jake cleared his throat as he eased them onto the freeway, and Julie shifted in her seat.

“You’re very intense,” she told him.

“Am I, now?” Jake asked, hands tightening on the steering wheel as a car sped by then, rather than let them onto the 5.

“Yep,” Julie said, and the ‘p’ popped in a very gratifying way. So she said it again, and again, and it felt right to say it in thirds, so she stopped.

“Maybe I’m just focused,” Jake said, after the car sat in silence for a moment.

Julie wrinkled her nose. “No.”

A beat.

“Just ‘no’, that’s all the explanation I get?” Jake said, pulling the car into another lane.

“Mmmhmm,” Julie said, and then she thought that if she was clever enough to figure it out then Jake should definitely know about it.

“I think you try very hard a lot of the time,” she told him. “But I think you don’t want it to look like trying, so you’ve decided to be a bit of a dick about things, and trust that it will cover it up. And it works because you’re a pretty spectacular dick, most of the time…”

Julie snorted.

She hadn’t really anticipated any of tonight, but saying the words “spectacular dick” to a man who took her on a mechanical bull ride was out of left field, even for her.

She forgot what she’d been saying, so she looked sideways at Jake as he drove them.

He had a great profile.

Nice eyebrows, a nose that’d been broken, a chin dimple like Cary Grant. She liked his eyes, which she supposed wasn’t special; doesn’t everybody love eyes?

But he didn’t look over at her, which was probably wise, as they were on the freeway, and Julie settled back against the window.

She didn’t mean to sleep, but the car hummed in an awfully cajoling way, and her eyelids were heavy and as the 5 took them up to Mission Bay, Julie let her eyes drift shut.

Julie woke up to three missed calls from Robbie.

Her phone was buzzing on her nightstand and she silenced the ringtone while she listened to the voicemails on speaker, texting Liz, to let her know she got home safe, before she remembered how it was that she’d gotten home.

Rather, how she’d been gotten home.

Julie looked down at last night’s sweater.

Shit.

She remembered the shots, the bull, being driven…Jake taking the apartment keys when she struggled with the sticky lock, Jake insisting she take her shoes off before she went inside, Jake waiting in the hallway to hear her lock the door behind him before heading back downstairs to call an uber.

She hadn’t even been that drunk, as evidenced by the fact that she remembered all that.

The last voicemail drove any thoughts of last night from her mind, as she looked at the time on her phone, and checked when the message had been left.

She had four hours before her shift, but fifty minutes to get to the base and say goodbye, before Robbie left on this mission, something he’d only been cleared to tell her this morning.

Julie brushed her teeth while she ripped through her closet, finding an ankle length dress with absolutely zero waistline, but that looked like it was wrinkled intentionally. She pulled it over her head, jammed her hair into a claw clip, and rushed out the door.

This time the MA at the entry point recognized her, and she was on the list of visitors.

Julie parked in the lot in front of the rec center, slammed her dress in the car door and considered ripping it free before she unlocked the car, pulled her skirt free, and sprinted across the lot. In front of the mirrored doors she stopped, pulled in a deep breath, twenty-three minutes left on her mental stopwatch.

He doesn’t need me panicked two - three - four, he doesn’t need me making a scene two - three - four.

She pushed open the door.

She followed the sounds of conversation to an echoey receiving room, with large windows overlooking the base. There was a kitchen in the corner, where a man was making coffee for a woman, and a child that looked like both of them was perched on the counter. Starched uniforms were all around her, tightly pressed khakis and official caps, and Julie scanned the room until she found wire rimmed glasses.

Robbie excused himself from the group he was with, and Julie recognized a number of them from last night as he walked over to her. As soon as he was close, she pulled him in to hug her, his face in her shoulder. She could feel his glasses pressing into her collarbone and she felt a deep breath seep out of him as she held him.

“Sorry I couldn’t tell you last night,” Robbie mumbled into her shoulder, and Julie shook her head, knowing he’d understand.

After a moment, he pulled back, and Julie let him go. She smiled as best she could at her brother, tall and mild, sweet and strong.

“Do you know how long you’ll be gone for?” she asked.

Robbie looked down, and Julie understood that too.

“If they let us know when you’re headed back, I’ll see if I can move my shifts, yeah? Then you can tell me the rest,” she said instead, and Robbie nodded a little.

Julie smoothed his uniform where her hug had wrinkled it, and behind him, she saw Mickey coming over, a couple others behind him that she didn’t recognize. She dropped her arm, smiling as he came up.

“Lieutenant,” she said.

“Julie,” he said, and he paused.

It was a long pause and Julie’s eyes closed.

“I don’t have twenty minutes,” she said, looking between Mickey and Robbie. “Do I?” Mickey looked truly apologetic. “Mav wants the WSOs to run through something with the lasers before—” he broke off. “Um, we’ll wait over there.”

He nodded at Julie, clapped an arm over Robbie’s elbow, and then walked slowly over to the door. When Julie looked back at Robbie, he held out a hand, and she took it.

“Be safe,” she whispered, and he nodded.

“Always,” he said. He squeezed her hand, holding it as he followed his teammate to the door, letting go when he stepped out of arm’s reach.

The room seemed cavernous as he walked away, back straight, step easy, and Julie watched as Mickey held open the door and the other pilots stepped through it, then Robbie.

The door swung slowly shut, and she wrapped her arms around herself.

That is not the last time I see him two - three - four.

She gave herself another minute, and then pushed the anxiety deep enough that she could join a conversation like this was normal, like she was fine. She smoothed her hands over her dress, lifted her chin, and turned around to find careful, dark eyes on her.

“You okay?” Natasha asked gently, and Julie was struck by the selflessness of the pilot. Not just to go on a mission like this, but to be checking in with someone who was very much staying stateside, to make sure she was okay.

“Yeah,” Julie sighed, pulling the claw clip out before twisting it into her hair again. “As good as can be expected, you know?”

Natasha nodded, quiet for a beat.

“Selfishly, I’m always glad my folks are hours inland,” she said, “away from the bases I’m at. They usually don’t know until I’m back…”

She trailed off and Julie thought about her words for a moment. A part of her wished she had that ignorance, but the rational part of her knew there was no point following that thought experiment. She was here, she had it, and now she had to think of what to do with it.

Julie looked around the room at the milling conversations, and out the window, at the activity around the base. Servicemen who had people who were waiting on them to come home, and how nothing Julie was feeling was hers alone, but she was just a member of this hopeful, lonely community of waiting.

She looked at Natasha, with her straight posture and tight bun.

Julie had been impressed with her strength that night in the infirmary, and she knew she was good but it was a different reality now, knowing how fully she needed to trust her.

How fully Robbie’s life depended on her.

Julie cleared her throat. “I was thinking about what you said at the infirmary—”

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”

Julie jumped when Jake spoke from right over her shoulder. He looked different in uniform, or maybe it was in daylight, sharp angles and bright eyes.

He’d phrased it as a question, but his tone brokered it much more as a suggestion, and he was already leaning away from the two of them, like he could pull apart the conversation by changing gravitational orbit.

“Who,” Julie pointed at herself, “me or her?”

“You, obviously,” Jake said, looking at Natasha like it was apparent.

“Obviously,” Natasha parroted wryly.

“Not obviously,” Julie said. “What, you mean now?”

“It’ll just take a minute,” Jake said, tipping his head towards the window, away from the group. “Come on.”

Julie looked at Natasha who looked between the two of them, then held up a finger. “One minute,” she said.

“Thanks, Phoenix,” Jake said, and Julie scowled at his back as Natasha went over to the kitchen. He strode towards the windows, and Julie trailed behind him, stopping when he did.

“Okay,” she turned to face him. “So, what is it?”

Jake looked at her for a moment, and then he looked out the windows. The sun cast a harsh light on his face, but he just squinted into the brightness.

“Okay,” he blew out a long breath. “Uh, this is definitely out of line…”

Julie crossed her arms across her chest. “Well, we’re here already, so?”

Jake nodded, and he rubbed his chin absently before he put his hands on his hips. “You can’t put that on Phoenix.”

Julie blinked.

She’d barely known what she was going to say, just that she was terrified of someone else being the one to look after Robbie, and that they had to know the severity of it, had to know how precious he was.

“How do you know what I was going to say to her?” she asked.

“Your face is pretty damn open,” he said, and it didn’t sound like a compliment.

Julie bristled. “I wasn’t putting anything on her, I just wanted to make sure she knew—“

“You think she doesn’t know it already?”

Jake’s interruption was quiet, but his words still stung.

Julie chewed the inside of her cheek.

Okay, Natasha probably didn’t need the reminder, but who was he to tell her? Who was he to decide how much she could or couldn’t care about Robbie’s safety, and that she shouldn’t speak to the pilot who would literally hold his life in her hands?

“You’re right,” she said. “This is way out of line.”

“I didn’t—“

“However that sentence ends, you’re right,” Julie said, keeping her voice low, for the sake of the echoes in the room. “This is my kid brother, who is very good at what he does, but at the mercy of pilots whose priority is the mission, not getting him back to me.”

“Julia—“

Jake reached for her like it was natural, but Julie moved, stepping back and twisting her upper body to keep his hand from her arm.

The room went quiet.

When Julie looked back at them, everyone was very deliberately not looking in their direction. Which meant, of course, that they were all very carefully watching them, watching her physically retract away from Jake as his arm slowly dropped to his side.

In the kitchen, Natasha cracked an ice cube tray loudly.

Jake turned slightly, so his back was to the room, and Julie shifted to keep the space between them, her back to the window. Jake winced slightly as he stood directly in front of the light, but hidden from the rest of the group, there was an openness in his expression that she hadn’t seen before.

He opened his mouth, but then he seemed to reconsider the words, working his thumb across the palm of his other hand. Julie frowned as he looked down at his hands, gathering his thoughts as he rubbed the groove in the middle of his palm.

“Why do you care so much?” she asked, quietly.

He looked back at her as a memory, immediate and vehement, flashed across his face. It was immediately schooled by the normal intensity in Jake’s expression, but it had been there, and Julie knew it. He looked away quickly, back to the base, and when he came back at her, his jaw was tight.

“Phoenix is going to do everything in her power to keep him safe, and Rooster and Mav and I will do everything in ours to keep her safe. But if, God forbid, something happens, she needs to be thinking about making it out okay, not the promise she made to you because you pushed for it.”

He was perfectly still, that’s what Julie noticed.

His words carefully chosen, heavy with deliberation, his shoulders and body turned to her and everything in him seemed to be waiting for her to read some implicit signal.

Julie looked away first.

She felt his eyes on her face, watching her carefully, and she didn’t know what he was hoping to see any more than she knew what she was trying to hide.

“Okay,” she conceded.

His shoulders dropped, and he let out a long breath in through his nose.

“Okay,” he said, after a moment. “Thank you.”

Julie looked back at him. Why was he thanking her, if it was about Natasha?

She tipped her head. “For someone who puts so much energy into making sure everyone thinks you’re a selfish asshole, you care a lot about them.”

Jake huffed, a sound that might’ve been a laugh if the morning held space for amusement. “Was there a question in there?”

“There wasn’t,” Julie shook her head. She could ask him why, and he wouldn’t tell her; she could ask him if it was true, but she’d already seen it to be.

Jake hummed.

Julie felt a smile pulling at her lips, obstinate man. She pressed her mouth closed and looked over his shoulder at Natasha, giving her a silent nod, that it was okay.

She didn’t want to go back over yet.

Going would mean saying goodbye to Natasha, walking off base, and starting the waiting, and Julie wasn’t ready for that just yet.

So she moved away from the window, standing shoulder to shoulder with Jake, looking out into the saturated morning. Afternoon sun was golden, but Julie had always loved the way mornings seemed blue, like the day wasn’t ready to let the dawn go, just yet. The sun was like a magnifying glass, casting white shadows over the base and cool light into the rec center.

Silence was new for her and Jake.

Just to exist next to each other, minds swirling around fears and memories, none of which they’d voice. There were probably four inches between their shoulders, and Julie’s eyes drifted closed as she stood there. Here it was okay to prolong the moment, to not be ready to go back or begin, to wait in the space before goodbyes.

She heard Jake shift slightly, and she could feel him turning towards her, probably thinking what is this weird lizard girl doing, trying to photosynthesize in the middle of the day.

He cleared his throat, and Julie didn’t move, didn’t open her eyes.

“I shouldn’t kiss you right now, right?”

Julie actually jolted, eyes flying open as she turned to Jake. She couldn’t read his expression, and it wasn’t getting any easier the longer she took to respond.

“What?” she hissed.

Jake lifted an eyebrow, looking back into the sunlight. “Just checking.”

Julie had to stop herself from sputtering. “What?” she asked again.

He lifted a shoulder, hands in his pockets in a stance that didn’t look natural but did look deliberate. “You look good like this.”

Julie didn’t know how her jaw wasn’t actively on the rec center floor. “Jake, I look like an hour ago I was sleeping off tequila shots.”

His eyes crinkled. “Were you?”

“Oh my god, what are we even talking about,” Julie muttered. “We’re in the middle of the base, your friends, or teammates, or whatever, are all right over there! Commanding officers too, probably.”

The corners of his mouth pulled up into what could only be described as a smirk. “That’s why not?”

Julie stopped. “Um.”

Of course that wasn’t the reason, there were other reasons.

Many others.

If only she could think of one.

Rationally, she knew what he was doing—distraction, plain and simple. Suggesting something outlandish to get her mind off the more nervous reality, but in reality what he’d done was introduce something neither plain nor simple. Something that made her feel like she couldn’t piece two thoughts together, and she did not have the capacity to sort through why that could be.

Julie wet her lips, shaking her head. “I’m going to go to the hospital and start my shift,” she said. “Three hours early, but it’s fine.”

Jake grinned into the sunlight. “You do that,” he said.

“Whatever,” she mumbled. “Keep your plane in the sky, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

Julie looked away, back to the kitchen where Natasha was stirring her ice water with a metal straw. She waved, and Natasha waved back and Julie left the rec center, trying her darndest not to question why she knew that green eyes followed her every step of the way.

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Covering the Classics Part 9 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: After Anna joins him for dinner, Bob knows he needs to accept that they really are just friends. Even though her kisses are perfection. Even though he's falling in love. But what's going to stop Anna when she realizes Bob's poems are very familiar to her?

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, Bob in gray sweatpants, eventually 18+

Length: 5700 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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Bob couldn't imagine a world in which he'd go to this much trouble to make the perfect dinner for a woman who he was falling in love with, only to hear her say the words just friends. But apparently it was the world he was living in, because he spent days comparing recipes from both Bradley and Jake, hoping to make something that Anna would find irresistible.

"You should make my lasagna," Jake said for the tenth time at work on Friday morning.

Bradley snorted. "Great idea, as long as you never want to see her again. Make my homemade pasta," he told Bob. "I already gave you the recipe."

Bob just kept nodding and agreeing with whatever they said, hoping they'd eventually be quiet. Anna was coming over tonight, and he still didn't have a solid plan in mind beyond trying to convince her he'd be worth her time. That it was okay to be more than friends.

While the guys argued, Bob got himself ready to get in the air with Phoenix. He must have looked flustered, because she rubbed her thumb gently across the back of his hand when he stood next to her in the hangar. "You seem nervous. Are you still trying to figure out what to make for dinner?"

"Yeah," he replied quietly.

"Oh, Bob. She's not going to care what you make. It could be a grilled cheese sandwich."

"I always burn those," he said with a small smile. "I just feel like this is pointless. I invited her over anyway even though I know she just wants to be friends, but I'm still standing here hoping for more. I shouldn't be doing this, even if we did makeout in her office."

Nat sighed and asked, "Do you want my grandma's recipe for bruschetta chicken? You liked it when you tried it at her house last summer, and it's not that hard to make."

His eyes lit up. "Please."

He'd only have a little bit of time to himself to prepare the meal and cook it before Anna came over, and he listened as Nat called her grandma and asked her to send it over. Before they were even called out of the hangar to start the day, he had a photo of the handwritten recipe in his phone.

"Nat, you're a lifesaver."

"Just save me some of the leftovers."

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Friday was going so well for Anna, she almost forgot to be nervous about dinner. She met with the dean to discuss how her classes were going, and he even brought up the word tenure which sent her into a giddy spiral where she treated herself to a candy bar from the vending machine which she couldn't really afford. She carried it out to eat lunch in the quad with her friends along with her regular, uninspired sandwich and ginger ale.

She hadn't mentioned a word about going to Bob's house for dinner, but she was absolutely certain both ladies knew about it. She almost found it comical the way they were trying to get her to say something about it, but Jessica was clearly ready to boil over.

"Hi," Anna greeted, biting into her Snickers bar as she settled on the bench between them. Advanced Calculus casually offered her some carrots and hummus while Jessica's cheeks started to grow a furious shade of pink.

"When were you going to tell us Bob invited you over for dinner tonight?" she exclaimed.

Anna shrugged and said, "I was probably just going to tell you about it on Monday since it's nothing because we are just friends. It's only as exciting as it would be if I went over to your place for dinner."

"That's exciting, too!" Jessica said. "You should absolutely come over for dinner! But you're wrong, because it's not as exciting as Bob cooking dinner for you!"

"Jess. Chill out," came the voice from Anna's other side. "She'll learn soon enough that dinner cooked by one of the Top Gun boys is essentially a marriage proposal on a plate. A very sexy and delicious marriage proposal. You and he will be sleeping together in no time."

Anna chewed up the last bite of her Snickers and shook her head. "You're both wrong. Bob and I are just friends. The dinner means nothing, and we're not going to sleep together."

"Oh, please!" Jessica was back to practically shouting now. "If you think he's actually okay with all the making out, then you've lost your mind. He doesn't want it to be meaningless. He likes you."

Anna looked at her feet. "I know he does. I like him too."

"Then stop stringing him along! I don't understand what the problem is here, Anna."

She sat quietly now, no longer feeling so great as she picked at her sandwich.

"Hey, I know Jess sounds like an excitable terrier, but maybe you need a little tough love," Advanced Calculus said as she dipped a carrot into the hummus. "You can talk to us, you know. You can tell us what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong," Anna whispered as her mind flooded with thoughts of Kevin and what he might be up to at the moment.

Jess took a deep calming breath before she said, "There's just no good reason to put your dream man in the friend zone. And don't even try to lie and say Bob Floyd isn't perfection."

"He is," Anna whispered. Other than her infatuation with Sky Writing, Bob was the closest thing to a dream come true that she'd ever encountered before. But she did have her reasons, and she was too embarrassed to talk about it out loud. She was certain that Jess already knew her current financial state was in ruins, and it might be nice to have her friends understand where she was coming from, but she didn't want them to pity her. That was the last thing she needed right now. "You know what, I think I'm going to get ready for my next lecture."

She was on her feet and rushing away as her friends called after her, but she didn't stop walking until she reached her office. She was not going to cry over this, and she definitely didn't want to cancel on Bob. The only thing she could do to calm down was look at all of the books on her shelves, letting her gaze glide over the colorful spines. Then she read the note from Bob that was tucked in her copy of Papillon.

Freedom would feel like being so in love, you'd willingly let another person lock you to their side.

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Bob had a fully stocked kitchen filled with a nice set of pots and pans and sharp knives and anything else he could possibly want, but right now, it was like he'd never cooked anything before in his life. Nat's grandmother actually had atrocious handwriting, and he could barely make out the measurements in the photo he had to work with.

"Basil," he muttered to himself, grabbing the leafy greens from the cutting board and wondering why it looked like he was supposed to use three cups of them. "I didn't even buy that much!"

He took a deep breath and walked around his kitchen, trying to clear his head. Anna was going to grab an Uber. She would be arriving in about an hour with wine and dessert. He wanted to feed her the most delicious meal he could muster, but right now he was just looking at the chicken breast on the plate in front of him like he'd never seen food before.

And he just knew Jake and Bradley never had to work this hard for a woman in their lives. Jake could rely mostly on his looks if he wanted to, and Bradley was the luckiest person he knew, reuniting with the love of his life after ten years and getting married approximately a day later. "No," he whispered, "that's not fair to them." He knew he was wrong. He knew both of them worked to get where they ended up, and he shouldn't be putting himself down so much.

He glared at the chicken and picked up a knife. "This is fine. No problem." He had to fudge some of the measurements which made no sense, and he'd suggest to Nat that maybe her grandmother should take an eye exam, but the recipe really wasn't too terribly hard. Soon he had the browned chicken in the oven, and he set to work on the bruschetta topping and started boiling some water for the pasta. He was just adding another tablespoon of balsamic vinegar to the tomatoes and basil when he heard Anna's beautiful laughter.

Bob nearly knocked the bowl to the floor in his haste to get to her. After grabbing a dish towel for his hands, he rushed toward his front door and saw her on his porch. She was wearing a little sundress that he'd seen her in before with her worn out denim jacket over it, and he froze a few feet inside his screen door just so he could look at her. She was juggling a shopping bag and a bottle of wine, and that's when he realized she was talking to Suzanne.

"Oh, no, I'm not in the Navy," she was saying as she tossed her beautiful, red hair over her shoulder. "I'm a professor at San Diego State University. My name's Anna."

She stretched her hand out, and then Bob heard Suzanne's voice. "I'm Suzanne, and that's my cat, Sylvester. I must say, I had no idea Robert got himself a girlfriend. And such a pretty one!"

He desperately wanted to interrupt their conversation before he could hear what Anna's response was going to be, but he just couldn't. She was standing there in the last rays of the setting sun, blushing as she said, "Bob and I are actually just friends. Just good friends."

There was a beat of silence before Suzanne laughed. "Have you seen him? And he's even sweeter than he is handsome!"

Anna was laughing nervously, and Bob's heart was pounding, but he opened the screen door to bail her out anyway. "Hey," he greeted as naturally as he could, and then Anna's apprehensive gaze met his. God, all he wanted to do was drag her inside, push her up against his living room wall and kiss until she realized he wasn't going to hurt her.

"Bob," she whispered, taking a small step in his direction. Her eyes were wide and perceptive, like she could read his every thought on his face. She cleared her throat and said, "I brought wine and some cookies."

Helpless to do much of anything else, he smiled at her. "Dinner's almost ready." Then he leaned further out the door and said, "Hi, Suzanne."

His next door neighbor looked delighted as she glanced between him and Anna. "I was just talking to your charming friend here, Robert. Cooking dinner for someone certainly sounds romantic to me."

Bob was gripping the door frame as he watched Anna's face fill with panic. Then she blurted out, "Why doesn't Suzanne join us?"

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The only thing Anna could think to do was sabotage the dinner she'd been looking forward to all week. She watched Bob's face fall slightly as he realized she invited his next door neighbor to join them for a very platonic dinner. And since Bob was the sweetest man Anna had ever met, he recovered immediately, turned to Suzanne and said, "You're more than welcome."

Ten minutes later, Bob was opening the bottle of cheap wine she'd brought while Anna watched the veins in his hands. He was graceful and lovely, and Suzanne was talking nonstop as he poured three glasses. She had nobody to blame but herself for inviting a third wheel along. The older woman was really more of a safety net. Someone to prevent Anna from kissing Bob. Someone to stop her from falling completely in love with him.

The whole house smelled amazing, and she knew this dinner was supposed to be just for her. She hadn't eaten a real meal like this, other than at the cookout, in months and months. The first bite of chicken, bruschetta and pasta was delicious enough that she moaned softly. Bob watched her take a second bite, and it was incredible. The third bite left her staring at him in wonder.

"You're the best cook in the world," Anna informed him, cutting across Suzanne talking about her cat. She didn't even care if she was being rude, the food was perfect. And it would have somehow been even better if the two of them were alone.

Bob blushed and took a sip of the wine that Anna wished was better than it was. "Thanks. Uh, it was a new recipe. I've never made it before tonight."

Suzanne took a bite and said, "Robert is an excellent cook and a real gentleman. He always makes sure I have groceries, and he picks up a little something for me if he gets dinner on his way home from work."

As Bob's cheeks grew redder, Anna's heart beat faster. "A real gentleman," she echoed, knowing he'd take care of anyone who needed something.

"Yes," Suzanne said. "You don't see many of them around. Never seen many myself."

Neither had Anna, and after she blew her life to bits, she'd probably never see one again. She listened to Bob and Suzanne talk about their favorite game shows, and she cleaned her plate before either of them had finished. All of the toast and sad sandwiches she'd been eating weren't really cutting it, and she knew that. She also didn't want to get another piece of chicken and seem like a mooch.

"Can I get you more?" Bob asked as he stood on the opposite side of the table in his worn jeans and snug white shirt. "There's plenty left."

Anna shook her head, but he reached for her plate anyway. While he was in the kitchen, Suzanne quickly finished eating and downed the rest of her wine. Softly, just for Anna to hear, she said, "He is a very nice man. I hope I see you around here in a less friendly capacity." Then she called out, "Robert? I need to go. I hear Sylvester outside bugging for food. Thanks for dinner, and enjoy your evening."

"Night, Suzanne," he replied, and the older woman bustled off without another word, leaving Anna alone with Bob when he returned with two plates refilled with food. "She's a character."

Anna laughed, but she could tell Bob was hesitant to say too much now. Probably because she'd dashed the mood in the first place. "I'm sorry I suggested she join us," she told him sincerely, shaking her head. "All week long, I'd been looking forward to talking about books with you."

As she poked at her chicken, afraid of what he was going to say, he said, "Once you finish eating, I could show you my books. I don't have as many as you do, but maybe there's something you'd like to borrow in the mix. And then I'll drive you home."

"I can get an Uber," she insisted, taking another bite of the perfectly cooked dinner.

"And I can just as easily drive you."

He was a gentleman. She wasn't going to leave here in an Uber no matter what she said. "Alright."

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"You have books in every room!" Anna exclaimed as she walked around his house nibbling on a cookie. The wine she brought was kind of terrible, and so were the grocery store cookies, but Bob didn't mind. She ate two full plates of the dinner he cooked, and now that Suzanne was gone, she seemed more herself.

"I have a system," he insisted as she sat down on his living room floor to inspect a stack of paperbacks.

"I'm not buying it," she said, glancing at him over her shoulder.

"Try me. The living room is poetry. The extra bedroom is mysteries. The dining room is true crime."

"What's in your bedroom?" she asked, flipping through a collection by Robert Frost.

Bob wanted to tell her that his bedroom was where he wrote his own poetry. And that they had begun to turn into a collection all about her. "Romance," he said.

She laughed softly, such a pretty sound. "I'm assuming you don't have any Vonnegut? No soul massacring, unhappy endings?"

"None," he promised. "You won't find any of those around here."

She was skimming a page as she muttered, "Good. I've had enough of that anyway." Then she stood and carried the Frost poems to another small pile on his coffee table. She rooted around and pulled out a volume by Walt Whitman before asking, "Could I borrow these two?"

Bob was admiring how perfect she looked in his house when she met his eyes with her pretty brown ones. "Of course," he said, dropping down onto the couch as he finished his own cookie. "Anything you want."

She stood and carried the books over to her purse before sitting down a few feet away from him. "What I want is to help you organize your books for real. Have you ever heard of a bookshelf before?"

"Never," he replied innocently. "What's that?"

She laughed and scooted a little closer. "You know those big, wooden things that were holding all the books when we met at that store in North Park? Remember that day?"

He knew she was just joking around, but as he memorized the pattern of her freckles, he said, "I will never forget that day."

Once again, Anna initiated the kiss, and once again, Bob was helpless to pump the brakes. She leaned in close with her hand on his knee and brushed her lips against his. It was so sweet, he was almost able to ask her to stop. Even though it felt too good, he was nearly able to tell her he couldn't do this. But being tortured was worth it. That was the worst part.

He let her do what she wanted, and her soft hands found their way to his face, knocking his glasses askew on their way into his hair. He wanted to touch her, but he was afraid he'd lose himself in these kisses that meant so much more to him than they did to her. He counted to ten slowly in his mind, savoring every touch and taste, letting Anna settle against his thigh. Then he broke the kiss, leaving her hovering there, surprise on her face.

She pressed her lips together, and turned her face toward his front door. "I'll never forget that day either."

He nodded as her hands fell away from his hair and his face, and he whispered, "Grab the books you want to borrow, and I'll drive you home."

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"He's a gentleman," Anna groaned in her bed on the floor of her tiny apartment the following morning. It was Saturday, and she didn't have much she needed to accomplish today which would leave her plenty of time to think about the drive home in Bob's truck and the way he walked her to her door. She didn't kiss him again, but he always seemed to be close enough that she could feel his body heat in the chilly night air. Even now, when she grabbed at some strands of her hair, she swore she could still smell his fresh scent there.

She needed to get out. She grabbed her phone and took the longest walk imaginable. Her legs were burning by the time she stopped in a corner store for something to eat for lunch, but the sandwich was almost as bad as the ones she had been making for herself. Nothing would be as good as what Bob cooked, and he served it up last night like it was no big deal at all.

As Anna started the long walk back to her apartment, she groaned while she blasted her music. She had invited his elderly neighbor to join them for dinner, and then she had kissed him again. She was so embarrassing. She'd never been like this when she was in New Jersey, never doing the most mortifying things over and over.

She didn't go home for a long time. She walked through an enormous park and looked at a fountain while she daydreamed about all of her unfinished manuscripts. When that started to hurt too much, she watched the storm clouds that were rolling in from the coast and thought it might be nice to get soaking wet. Then a few fat raindrops started to hit her face as she realized that she wouldn't be able to replace her phone if it got destroyed.

"Damn it," she muttered, starting to run through the park under the cover of the trees. The sky was quickly getting darker as she tried to stay under awnings and overhangs as much as possible until she reached her apartment building. Her clothing was soaked, but her phone was still in working order when she ran inside, dripping all over the welcome mat in the small entryway.

She desperately wanted to cry, but that wouldn't solve anything, so she took a long shower instead. She washed and braided her hair, and then she painted her nails. When she finally picked up her phone again, she had a new message from Bob.

Bob Floyd: Taking your advice and buying one of those bookshelves? Was that what they were called? Which one do you think is better?

He had attached two screenshots of nice looking shelves from Ikea that she'd never be able to afford at the moment. She smiled as she typed back to him while she heated up a can of soup for dinner.

Yes, they are called bookshelves. Are you sure you know how to use them? I like the navy blue one better.

The flavorless chicken noodle soup went well with Anna's mood as she sat on the floor and watched a show on her phone. Part of her wanted to know what her friends were up to, but she didn't want to have to tell them about last night. She knew Bob and Jess would be going out to play Dungeons & Dragons soon anyway, but she dropped her spoon in the bowl when Bob wrote back again.

Bob Floyd: I think I'll pick it up tomorrow and make it my rainy Sunday project. Feel like helping me build it?

"Oh, Anna. Don't."

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Bob pulled up to Anna's building on Sunday afternoon after stopping to pick up the shelf. It had been pouring rain since last night, and he had to wrap his new furniture box in a tarp to protect it in the bed of his truck. But this would be a great way to spend the afternoon. He could make two cups of tea, and she could help him organize his books. They didn't need to kiss anymore. He would see to it that they didn't. He could handle this whole thing without issue.

He left his truck idling at the curb, and Anna came running outside like she'd been waiting for him. He grabbed his umbrella and met her halfway, shouting, "I was going to walk up and get you!" over the sound of the rain. She joined him under the umbrella, her denim jacket pretty wet as she shrugged.

"The rain's okay. It reminds me of New Jersey."

Once he opened the door and helped her scramble in, he ran around to the other side of the truck. He was barely able to find a dry spot on his shirt so he could wipe off his glasses, and when he yanked the hem up, he could feel Anna's eyes on his body. There was no sense in feeling self conscious about the way he looked now, because nothing else was going to happen. Last night had to be the end of that.

"You ready?" he asked, cranking the key in the ignition when she nodded. His wipers were going full speed as he drove her back to his house for the second visit in one weekend. "Thanks for helping with this. I kind of realized that having everything on one big shelf makes more sense. Especially if I keep borrowing books from you."

Her laugh was soft as she said, "If you don't borrow my books, then nobody will."

"Same goes for mine," he replied easily as he headed toward the beach. "But don't you dare dog ear my pages."

Now she laughed louder. "I read most of Whitman last night before I fell asleep, and there's nary a bent page in sight."

"That's what I like to hear." When he pulled up in front of his house, he handed her the umbrella and his keys. "Go ahead and let yourself in, and I'll unload the box."

She just gaped at him in response and asked, "Don't you need help carrying it?"

"Nah," he replied, popping his door open, "I can get it."

Bob struggled a little bit with the tarp before sliding the massive box closer to the edge of the truck tailgate. Every movement was made slower by the pounding rain in his face, but he managed to tip it into his arms. It was heavy, but not too bad, and his grip on the wet cardboard was good enough for him to get it inside the house. Anna was standing on the porch, holding open his screen door with the umbrella folded up at her feet, and he accidentally brushed against her with his arm as he maneuvered himself through the door.

"Sorry."

"It's okay," she said, her voice a little breathy as she let the screen door close and helped him prop the box against the wall. "This is massive."

"I guess now I can buy more books," he said with his hands on his hips while he dripped all over the place. "I'm going to get changed quickly, and then we can build the shelf and organize it, and then I'll make dinner."

Her eyes lit up. "You'll make dinner again?"

"Yeah. I was going to see if I can attempt a grilled cheese without burning it. I'll be right back." And then he headed upstairs to his bedroom where he had clean undershirts, some sweatpants and all of his favorite books.

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Anna was halfway through unboxing and organizing the shelf pieces on the floor when Bob walked back downstairs. She'd removed her denim jacket, and her leggings and tank top were mostly dry, and she'd settled on the floor with the instruction book. "It looks like we'll need a screwdriver or a drill...."

Her sentence tapered off when she looked up at Bob just casually standing there in one of his white shirts and a pair of gray sweatpants and neatly combed, damp hair. The ability to speak escaped her.

"I can grab my toolbox," he told her, adjusting the waistband of his sweatpants before disappearing toward the kitchen. She needed to lie down. She stretched out on the floor and stared at the ceiling as rain pelted the window next to her.

"Oh my god," she whispered before biting down on her lip. She wanted him. She liked every damn thing about him, and then he had to look and smell and sound so good on top of it all. The Walt Whitman poems weren't the only thing she had read last night. Sky Writing's words from her favorite poems were also in her mind, and she couldn't shake them. Anna had just rolled into her side, staring at the instructions without actually seeing them, when he walked back in.

"Are you okay?"

"Great," she said, voice raspy. She was in fact not great. She was the opposite of great. When Bob handed her the toolbox and said he was going to make two mugs of tea, she took the time to pull herself together. Sweaty palms glided along her leggings, and she read the instructions through. It seemed simple enough, and she had the hardware in order by the time Bob returned with two steaming mugs.

"Thanks," she whispered as he settled onto the floor next to her. She knew this was how good things would be if she could date Bob. Hot tea and homemade meals and someone around who loved books. "You're really sweet."

He didn't say anything as he sipped his tea, so Anna did the same. It was raining so hard, she couldn't tell if what she heard was thunder or not, but inside Bob's house, everything was warm and cozy. "Let's get started," he finally said, leaning in front of her to set his mug on the windowsill.

They spoke quietly, mostly about the shelf, while she handed him hardware and tools. Anna found herself distracted as she watched his hair dry and lighten in color as they worked together. Every bump of his muscular arm against hers felt intentional, but she couldn't tell for sure, and she was too afraid to ruin this friendship beyond repair. Especially after what her friends had told her at lunch on Friday.

"I need the screwdriver," he said, bumping her gently with his elbow as he held two perpendicular pieces of wood in place.

"I can get it," she replied, finally refocused on the task before her. "I'll screw it in." She tried to reach in front of him, but he was too tall. When he moved his arms a little further apart, she popped up between them so she was standing between his body and the shelf. "I'll only take a second."

She could feel Bob's warm breath against her ear, and all he could think was that she would fit perfectly in his arms if he decided to just drop what he was holding and wrap them around her instead. "Take your time," he murmured, because of course his arms wouldn't get tired in this position. She fumbled the screw. His body was immaculate, and it was all she could think about as he exhaled and tickled her hair.

"I'm trying," she whispered, fumbling the screw again. Finally she had it in place, and Bob released the shelf, but he didn't move away from her.

"Think you can screw the last two in as well? Then we'll be done."

She nodded and decided to go slower, savor this tiny bit of intimacy and pretend he was hers. Then it was done.

"It looks good."

She barely had to turn to look at him over her shoulder. "It's a nice shelf. How do you want to arrange your books?"

He was still standing close as he said, "Poetry on the top? Since it's my favorite?"

"Yeah," she told him with a laugh. "Banish it to the top where nobody but you can reach it."

He cocked his head and leaned in closer. "Are you insulting the poetry or commenting on my height?"

"A bit of both," she replied right away. The living was darker now from the storm and from the time of day, but she could see his smile perfectly.

"Come on, Anna. We both know you love the poetry. You borrowed two volumes the other day."

She only hummed in response before ducking away from him and reaching for a stack of his books. She handed them to him one at a time, commenting on them like she was giving each a bad review. "Oh, this one is too flowery. Too many words and no substance." She handed him another after he shelved the first one. "This author put all their best works at the beginning of the collection. The second half is terrible."

Bob chuckled as she picked up a book that she knew was a favorite of his. "Hey, you better watch what you say about that one."

She waved it in the air, unable to reach the top shelf, and he snatched it out of her hand. "I'm going to be brutally honest," she said softly, and Bob's hand rested on her back almost like a warning. "I loved it."

He smiled and let his fingers trail along her back as he nodded toward the stairs. "Want to help me tackle the mystery books in the extra bedroom?"

"Sure," she told him, leading the way to the steps. "But first, you have to tell me why you like poetry so much."

"What's not to like?" he replied as she started up. "All of the emotions are there. You're allowed to write about any combination of emotions that you're feeling at any given time. And I think that's pretty cool."

Anna's steps slowed a little as she considered his words. "Write?" she asked, turning to look back at him as he made his way up behind her. "Did you say write?"

"Uh. I did. Yeah."

Truly, she loved reading poetry, but she didn't have much of a knack for writing it. She didn't even think she was good enough for PoetsAmongUs. "What's something you've written?"

Bob laughed, and Anna stumbled on the top step as he said, "Just some amateur gibberish like, 'Devotion woven into every breath I take. Love that knows no boundaries, no end.' Nothing amazing."

She gripped the banister to keep herself upright, and then she spun and sat down hard on the top step. Suddenly she felt like she couldn't breathe. She knew those words intimately. She knew the whole fucking poem by heart. She knew everything else he had written as well, because she'd been reading his poetry for years.

"Bob," she croaked, and he rushed toward her, hands gentle on her ankle and leg.

"Are you okay? Did you twist it?"

"Bob," she gasped, reaching for the front of his undershirt and pulling him closer so he was focused on her face. "You're Sky Writing."

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BOB IS SKY WRITING, ANNA. What the hell are you going to do now, babe? Please, make good choices. Thank you @beyondthesefourwalls

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Like Flowers

Chapter 2 of my König x Fem!OC fic, Rush

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Photo by Mike B

Summary: König visits someone very, very special.

Warning: BRING ON THE ANGST then smol floof, mentions of physical and verbal abuse, bullying, mental illness

A/N: Using my fanon name, Dominik, for König here. Also using Horangi's real name, Hong-jin. Idk I feel like I only want to use their call signs if they have their masks on and are in battle mode. And sorry for the Google translated German.

. . .

Quand vous souriez // Libor Kolman

Dominik pulls his car to a stop in front of a humble brick home. It was filled with brightly colored flowers that gave the place a very cozy look—like a poster example of what a home would look like. Part of him wanted to stay in his car, or maybe just drive off and call it a day, but he collected himself with one deep breath.

And another.

Once he’s pushed most of the nerves aside, he nods to himself and steps out of the vehicle at a careful pace.

Softly, he knocked on the light wood door decorated with stained glass panels. A lady of short stature answers the door with a gentle smile.

“Hallo Dominik, early as always,” she whispers. The wrinkles beside her eyes bore the quiet joy of welcoming back someone familial. While she kept the door open only enough for her face to peek out, Dominik could hear the sound of people singing to a guitar from inside.

He responded with a timid smile. “Always.”

The woman, Frau Schmidt, opened the door further to allow Dominik into the home. After closing the door as silently as she could, she gestured at him to follow her into the short hallway, into the common room where the singing came from. It was filled with contrasting purples, greens, and reds that somehow harmonized with the wood on some of the furniture and fixtures. On the sides there were small ornaments and paintings.

Frau Schmidt and Dominik stayed behind the corner separating the hallway and the common room. There he watched a group of elderly people sitting in chairs arranged in a circle. They were singing along to a mellow hymn led by a man who sat among them, playing a guitar and wearing the same uniform as Frau Schmidt.

“She’s still very active with our Sunday service. Sie kennt immer noch alle Texte. And every time family is brought up, she still thinks she’s on holiday and ‘her husband and kids will pick her up’,” she whispers to Dominik, who only let out a short breath and a smile as his mind was occupied watching one of the elderly women in the circle. She wore a delicate blue sweater and brown knitted trousers, with her hair in a gray curly bob.

Dominik slightly leaned his head down and looked at Frau Schmidt. “Darf ich Mama zum Mittagessen ausführen?” he asked, then returned his gaze back to the lady in the circle.

“Natürlich,” she responded fondly, her heart warm over the idea of someone’s son being so thoughtful despite a hectic work schedule.

“You may wait in the garden until service is finished. After that, we’ll call you into her room to say hello, ja?” she detailed.

“I hope she doesn’t panic like last time,” he sighed.

The head nurse looked at him with her lips forming a line, concealing a sorry expression. “She’ll do well when she sees you now, that I’m sure.”

He then discreetly but hastily made his way out through a sliding door with a signage that read “Garten”. There, he sat on one of the benches amidst a pool of flower beds and raised seedling boxes, and recounted his turbulent home life.

A father who frequently hurt her mother until he eventually left for Germany. A mother who coped with the loss by despising her only son for “looking like his dad”. The social anxiety diagnosis did not help winning his mother’s affection back at all.

Since then, he spent much of his hours outdoors to keep from the noise, though it wasn’t helpful that everyone in town knew about his family life. He supposed he would've had an older sister to protect her from the other kids who would tease him, but she was always away. He learned to stand up for himself, and in the rough fights on the village streets, he found an unintended talent.

Eventually, his sister ran off, so it was only him and his mother until he had to go through military service, but he continued to pursue it as a career anyway, intending to do extremely well so he would never have to come back to their house again.

But when he got a call at work about his mother wandering around the market with no memory of her name, her address, and no other next-of-kin bothering to respond, he reluctantly stepped back into her life.

“Herr Brunner? Sie können nach oben kommen.” a different staff member called his attention from the garden entrance, breaking his train of thought.

Upon getting the go-signal to see his mother, he stood up and followed the staff up towards the row of rooms until they reached one of the units. He felt his heart beating a little more rapidly, but he did his best to stay calm and push the worries over his mother’s response aside. They knock, and Frau Schmidt answers the door, welcoming them in.

“Frau Brunner, Sie haben Besuch,” she calls out. Dominik’s mother looked over at them and sighs in relief, then walked over to Dominik.

"Oh gut, bist du die neue Wache?” she excitedly asked Dominik.

He kept his hands clasped below him, casting short glances at the other staff members just to make sure everyone is on the same page, then replied with a nod, “Ja, guten Tag.”

She was glad to hear of this, much to everyone’s relief. She then proceeds to tell Dominik about an intruder she saw climbing up her window the night before. He feigns shock and concern over this, then opens the window to check out what his mother pointed to.

She goes over to check it too, almost leaning over the sill, but Dominik placed his arm in front of her to make sure she doesn’t fall. He gazed left and right, then raised his brows and reassured his mother that the place is safe now.

Frau Brunner was glad to hear this, and in gratitude, she offered to take Dominik to lunch. They then take a walk on the street towards a nearby flower shop. The mix of sweet and dewy fragrances of the flowers brought a calm smile to his mother’s face as she browsed them.

“Look, Nelken!” he pointed out to his mother.

Upon seeing what he called her attention for, her face lit up at the sight of her favorite flowers. She laughed heartily as she ran her fingers through the pink petals and picked one out for herself. Before she could walk far, Dominik discreetly paid the shopkeeper for the flower and followed after his mom.

“Mein Favorit,” she showed Dominik the flower with a giggle.

“I know,” he spoke to himself.

“Was ist dein Name nochmal?” she asks him as she keeps walking.

“It’s ‘Lukas’,” he answered.

“Ah,” she pondered as she looked at the red flower, “I have a son called ‘Lukas’.”

“Ja,” he paused, then asked calmly, “What if I told you I’m your son ‘Lukas’?”

She stands still, furrowing her brows and tilting her head. “But Lukas is small. Chubby but small,” she says, waving her hand below her hip.

Dominik held back a lump in his throat. This was as far as he could get the last time he visited. “I grew up now, Mama,” he reminded her.

“Grew up?”

“Ja.”

“You’re my son?”

“Ja.”

She places her hand on his arm and studies his face as they continue walking. Then she laughed out again.

“What’s funny?” he asked her, puzzled.

“Ach das ist lustig, my son’s name is Lukas, and your name is Lukas.”

“Ja, because I’m your son Lukas,” he urges her on, a sliver of light growing in his eyes.

She laughs again, but this time she leans into his arm and clings onto it. “Oh, you’re my son! I haven’t seen you in a long time, Lukas. Du bist jetzt groß, wie dein Vater!” she exclaims.

As much as he tried his best to stay on the scene, Dominik was holding back tears as he tried to laugh along. Never mind that she compared his height to his father’s—her sense of time was winded back 60 or so years after all, before his father became cruel and absent. What mattered is she recognized him, remembered him as her son. For him, it was enough to redeem his mother in his eyes. Any pain from their past was set aside for a more complicated feeling: the satisfaction of hearing her again, at least one more time before she passed, proudly calling him her child.

He had to look elsewhere, only being able to spare short glances at his mom, his eyes watering even more. At least he could hear her singing loudly as they walked down arm in arm to the cafe where he intended to take her. It was a small cafe near the care home, one that wouldn’t be too crowded for the both of them, and bright enough to not agitate his mother.

He opened the door for her, into a light and airy cafe filled with flowers, and led her into a table in the middle. On their way to the table for two, she stopped and greeted a random group of customers sitting around another table. He raises his guard up, ready to interfere in case the situation went awry.

“Das ist mein Sohn. He’s all grown up and handsome now,” she said to the table with a keen smile.

The guests smiled and nodded politely, fortunately taking a hint as to what was going on. In turn, Dominik led his mother’s attention back to their table and nodded to the guests in a subtle apology.

He helped her into her seat and composed himself for a second, before calling a server to order for both of them. Sometime after some catching-up talk, they were served cakes and warm tea. Suddenly, his mother asked him.

“Wo ist Jasmin?”

He stopped eating and grit his teeth. “She doesn’t care, just like Papa, despite the fact that you treated them both better than me,” he wanted to say, but instead he chose a different reply, “Papa took her to the piano competition. They’ll be back in a few days.” She acknowledges his answer and praises her daughter for her looks and her talents. He only looked down at his platter, pushing down the resentment that was bubbling up from his core. “It’s the dementia talking,” he told himself.

After he was able to tune out enough of the conversation to not dig up too many hurtful memories, but remain present enough to hear when his mother was done elaborating, he shifted the topic.

“I met a girl a few days ago, Mama. She’s pretty nice.”

His mother’s face glistened. “Really? Where did you meet her?” she asked.

“Ich war wandern. She likes motorbikes and flies planes. Wie cool ist das?” he said, taking another sip of his tea.

It was only during the previous Wednesday morning when he and Horangi met Kate. That day Horangi pestered him to make a move on a stranger, but now that he thinks about it, he should probably thank his buddy for the slight push, else he wouldn’t find an unexpected new friend. Otherwise he would only believe that she wouldn’t want to talk to someone like him at all.

“Ja, that’s very nice. Maybe she can come visit me too sometime?”

“Maybe, yeah.”

“Yes…” she trailed off, taking a bite from her cake, “I’m sorry, was ist dein Name nochmal?”

And just like that, the clock struck midnight for him. “It’s…Dominik,” he said, not wanting to redo the whole explanation of ‘Lukas’ being her son.

She hummed in response. “I have a son named ‘Lukas Dominik’.”

“Ah, I see,” he replied dryly, keeping his eyes down at the teaspoon he began fidgeting.

“He’s a small chubby boy, but he’s really sweet,” she continued, which brought back Dominik’s gaze towards her, “He likes to help me around the farm. He’s smart and pretty strong for his age too.”

Dominik only smiled in return. “So she does think of me,” he thought. If he was still in his teens or twenties, he would still harbor so much anger, but by now, this is why he can’t entirely blame her for all the mistreatment he went through. She would’ve been kinder had things not taken a left turn for them. While he felt guilty leaving her, it took those years of being able to think for himself for him to realize how much he still cared.

After their little cafe trip, he walked her back to her room in the care home and said goodbye, but not before the mom noticed the scar on his face and was alarmed.

“Hat jemand einen first aid kit?” she fretted, calling for the staff. They brought a small kit for her and she told Dominik to sit down so she can ‘tend’ on the old scar, which she believes is a huge and fresh gash on his face.

Yet again, everyone rolls with the scene as they have to. Deep down, Dominik savors the small final moment his mother shows affection before he goes back home. She shakily swipes wound solution on his cheek, and in a haphazard yet gentle manner, tapes a small folded gauze over the scar.

“Is that better?” she asked him.

“Ja, danke,” he smiled back then bid her goodbye. Walking out, not wanting to take off the gauze on his face anyway, he thanked the staff and made his way back to his car where he sat a couple more minutes after starting it.

He thought back to the kind things his mother said about him. The way she cared for the scar in a way that he hasn’t gotten from her in decades. The way she remembered that he is her son, and how she proudly told those other customers about him. It all stung in his chest as he looked at the bandage from his rearview mirror. It was as short as a flower’s bloom, how quick it was for her to see him as a son, then suddenly become a stranger again. For her to show all the care and gratitude one moment, then come back to distant niceties next.

As the last of the staff turned around and closed the main door of the home, when he was certain he was alone, he allowed a couple tears to fall. As he sniffled and wiped them away, the thought of someone seeing him in his current state irked him, so he took off the bandage, held it in his hand for a few more moments, before keeping it in his pocket. He wiped his face again and took deep breaths.

Just as he was about to drive away, his phone chimed. He picked it up and looked at the message that popped up: “Hi! Sorry for the late reply. I’m flying to frankfurt on tuesday. Do you live around there? -Kate”

Oh scheiße.

He does.

But just as he was about to respond, another message arrived.

“Btw is it Nick or Nik? ^_^ ”

He smiled at that. But part of him is too drained and anxious to see her. At least that’s what he thinks of at the moment. Even if Tuesday is three days away. He thought to himself, “what would Hong-jin tell him to do?”

“He would tell me to not reply immediately because ‘he shouldn’t look too desperate’. Great, time to do the opposite,” he thought, because almost 90% of his advice either got him into more social trouble or ended up feeling disingenuous.

He typed into his phone, “Yeah i live there. And it’s Nik :) ”. He sent it, fingers internally crossed for a reply, and drove off.

. . .

Translations:

Sie kennt immer noch alle Texte - She still knows all the lyrics Darf ich Mama zum Mittagessen ausführen? - Can I take Mom to lunch? natürlich - of course Herr Brunner? Sie können nach oben kommen. - Mr. Brunner? You can come upstairs. Frau Brunner, Sie haben Besuch - Mrs. Brunner, you have a visitor Oh gut, bist du die neue Wache? - Oh good, are you the new guard? Ja, guten Tag. - Yes, good day. Nelken - carnations mein Favorit - my favorite Was ist dein Name nochmal? - What's your name again? Ach das ist lustig - Oh that's funny Du bist jetzt groß, wie dein Vater! - You're big now, like your father! Das ist mein Sohn. - This is my son. Wo ist Jasmin? - Where is Jasmin? Wie cool ist das? - How cool is that? Hat jemand einen first aid kit? - Does anyone have a first aid kit? Ja, danke - Yes, thank you

Credits to @callofdudes for the König childhood headcanons you posted before. I used a lot of it here. <3

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🌿 Hey! I am 19 and I am looking for other 18+ lit - adv. lit people to write something based on My Hero Academia. I am a slow replier, so please don’t expect anything rapid-fire.

Anyway! I currently have way too much muse for a handful of canon characters (especially Giran. Please, I am desperate). I am mainly interested in writing them against other canons, but I am (potentially) open to ocs. I’m very open to doubling, and I’m down to do either ccxcc or ocxcc for your side.

My muses/ship (bolded is the character I want to write):

Bakugou Katsuki x any member of class a, b or Shinsou Hatsume Mei x Yayorozu Momo Kaibara Sen x any member of class a or b Ragdoll / Shiretoko Tomoko x Mandalay, Pixie-bob, Midoriya Inko, Thirteen, others Hawks / Takami Keigo x Dabi, Twice, Shigaraki, Aizawa, Spinner, others Giran / Okuto Kagerou x Twice, Kurogiri, others All Might / Yagi Toshinori x Tsukauchi, Nighteye, Aizawa, David Shield, Midoriya Inko, others

I have a few different plot ideas depending on the ship, both canon-verse and AU. In general, I’m a big fan of complex relationships, gray morality, character studies, hurt/comfort, trauma recovery and domestic fluff. I’m open to a fair amount of darker topics and themes, with a handful of exceptions.

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The Back Seater and the Baker || Chapter 3 [Bob Floyd x f!OC]

Overview: Bob hasn't seen Haley Nichols since he was fifteen. But when Haley shows up out of the blue with one sentence that throws Bob for a loop – "I'm turning thirty in two weeks, are we still on?" – all of the feelings from their childhood return. Bob never thought that Haley would remember the marriage pact the two made when they were just kids, even if he never forgot. So what happens when Bob falls all over again for his childhood crush? And what will Bob do when he discovers the real reason she came back to capitalize on the pact is to secure her inheritance and save her bakery from bankruptcy? Will he believe Haley when she confesses that she loves him, too?

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x OC [Bakery owner Haley Nichols]

Tropes: Marriage pact

Chapter summary: Bob defends Bradley and Haley in a bar fight at the Hard Deck and when Bob gets punched, it reminds Haley of a similar event from their childhood

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, fighting, angst

Word count: 2.5K

Series masterlist here; previous chapter here

The first time you kissed Bob Floyd, you were fifteen.

It was a chilly February day. Winter in low country was odd. Nothing like the blizzarding plains of the midwest or the arctic chills that run down the eastern coast. It was damp at times and gray but never overt. The cold slipped in, an unknown intruder, and dug its claws in until you didn’t realize that it had completely taken over. And by the time you realized, it was slithering away, already on its way out, only to be seen again in a few months. A welcome friend after the humid, long days of summer that turned popsicles into a sticky puddle in a matter of minutes and sleek hair into a frizzy mane without proper technique.

The day you first kissed Bob Floyd, you were bundled under a sweater and his jacket, one he had slung around your shoulders as the two of you departed the old house your grandparents lived in, making your way through the thick grass.

The two of you paused under the old willow tree, the sun slipping down below the fence line. It was Valentine’s Day.

You smiled up at him. He smiled down at you. And without saying anything, the two of you leaned into each other, your lips grazing for the first time, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

And even though you had never kissed another boy before and even though he was your best friend, there was something different about the moment you and Bob connected.

It changed everything. And when you pulled away, he grinned down at you and you knew that forever with him wouldn’t be long enough.

Six months later, you moved away and Bob Floyd faded into your past.

Fifteen years later, you were in the same exact position. Bob’s lips brushing yours, your fingertips wrapped around his neck, one of his hands cupping your neck, holding you close.

And this time, when you leaned back, your stomach dropped. Because it was just like the first time. And you knew that you could love him again if you let yourself. Maybe there was a reason the bakery was failing. Maybe there was a reason none of the other guys between now and then had ever worked out.

Maybe, despite how insane and stupid it sounded, it was always meant to be Bob Floyd.

Maybe you wouldn’t hurt him.

“Peanut,” he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours. “Is this really happening?”

You pulled back, Bob’s blue eyes searing into yours, and smiled. “Yeah, Bobby. It is.”

He brushed a section of hair behind your ear. “I don’t even know what to say. Other than I’m so glad you decided to come find me.”

“Bobby, I—” Just then, the doorbell rang.

The two of you looked at each other. “Hold that thought,” Bob said, untangling himself from you, striding over to the front door. He returned a minute later with a pizza box which he slid onto the coffee table. “What were you saying?”

You shook your head, your heart beating erratically. “I was just going to say that I’m starving.”

His smile faltered. “Well, let’s eat, honey.”

You settled onto the couch next to Bob, one of his strong arms stretched out over your shoulders. Instinctively, you leaned into his side as he turned on the TV. You held back the tears that threatened to spill down onto your pizza slice.

He was perfect. He had been perfect back then. But you were kids. You had thought everything would have a rosy glow because of it. That time would have passed and you’d realize the only reason it was so good back then was because it was in the past. It was unattainable in the way that only memories can be. That time had softened any rough edges of your memory.

But the truth was, it was just as good as it had been. Perhaps better. You looked up at Bob, the colorful lights of the TV illuminating his silhouette. He was beautiful. He was perfect.

Your stomach cramped. It was your internal alarm system.

You were in way over your head.

***

“I can’t do this,” you said into the phone, tossing it on your bed as you searched for an outfit. “It’s not fair to him.”

On the other end of the line, Calvin sighed. He was across the country and you could still picture his stance perfectly. Lips puckered up in a pout, probably leaning one hand on the stainless steel bartop where you two decorated your bakes. “I knew it,” he said and you frowned. “You like him.”

You grabbed a black dress before throwing it back on the bed and picking up a strappy tank top instead. “He’s a good person,” you explained. “Like an actual good person. The kind that returns carts at the grocery store for old ladies and offers to watch your kid for free and would spend his entire day helping someone build a deck if they asked.”

“This isn’t new information, is it?” Cal asked. “You knew him before, right?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I did.” The Bob Floyd you had known as a kid was just as sweet. He would wait after the fourth period with a slice of pizza wrapped in paper napkins if he knew you wouldn’t have time to eat lunch. He would go miles out of his way to walk you home after school. He was the one who had tried to stay in touch after you left. He was the better one. “I just, I don’t know. Maybe a part of me hoped he wouldn’t be such a good person anymore. But he is. He’s great.”

“It’s not too late to come home,” Cal said. “Maybe there’s another way to save the bakery.”

“You and I both know there isn’t,” you said quietly.

“Then do what you have to,” he replied. “And Haley?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe he’ll forgive you.”

***

It was a Friday. You remember because you had a sleepover planned with Amber Wilson and her parents had a house right on the beach on Sullivan’s Island. You were supposed to eat salt water taffy and dip your toes in the sand and spend the night giggling and dialing boy’s phone numbers.

Instead, you found yourself holding an ice pack to Bob’s eye in the nurse’s office.

It was after the final bell, and everyone was collecting their backpacks from their lockers. The halls were crowded. Dense with flailing limbs and open book bags and noisy with excitement for the weekend.

So noisy that you didn’t hear it at first. That was, until a crowd started to gather near the Spanish classroom, and your ears perked up with interest. You pushed your way toward the action, jaw dropped when you saw what was happening.

Billy Turner had Bob by the backpack straps, dangling him in the air. You shoved forward, actually grabbing and tossing a few kids in your effort to get to Bob, a loud yell exiting your mouth as Billy turned to see you shoving him.

He set Bob down, turning to you with a slick grin. “Haley Nichols. Should have known Floyd would need a girl to defend him.”

“Shut your fucking face, Billy,” you spat, eyes burning. “Pick on someone your own size you enormous fuck.”

He laughed. “Hear that, Floyd? Little girl here wants me to leave you alone.” Billy eyed Bob who was busy rubbing the angry red stripes on his shoulders where the backpack straps had dug in as Billy knocked him around. “You’re a fucking baby, aren’t you? That’s what you are, a little fucking baby.”

And then Billy was reaching out, one fist clipping Bob’s face, knocking his glasses to the ground, Bob crumpling shortly afterward. You instinctively shoved Billy as hard as you could and he careened into a group of people near the beige lockers. “Fuck off, Turner!” you screamed.

You rushed forward, bending down, pulling Bob up gently. He held his glasses in his hands, looking up at you with the saddest eyes you had ever seen. You pulled him in close and he crumpled against you, your fingers on his cheeks, one arm wrapped around him. Bob leaned against you and you turned your gaze to where Billy stood off to the side.

You glared at him. “Fuck you,” you mouthed silently. He turned and stomped away.

The crowd dissipated once they realized the action was over. It was just you and Bob, standing in the hallway, his head pressed to your chest. Finally, he straightened up and you could see the start of a black eye.

“Fuck,” you whispered, touching it softly. He grimaced.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured quietly, voice breaking.

You frowned. “For what?”

“Being a nerd,” he admitted. “Getting beat up by a bully like Billy. You must think I’m a freak.”

You shook your head. “No. Don’t say that.”

Bob looked up with watery eyes. “You deserve better.”

“Stop it.” You pulled him in close, wrapping your arms around his waist, waiting until he dropped his chin down onto your shoulder. Until you heard his sniffles dissipate. “I’ll never find someone better than you, Bob Floyd,” you whispered. “Never.”

***

You had come to realize that the bar they all went to wasn’t a special occasion place or a one in a while hangout. It was a daily occurrence for a lot of the team, minus Bob.

So when the two of you pulled up in Bob’s truck hand in hand, it was no surprise that the entire team was waiting there with grins on their faces.

“Well, well, look who it is.” Bradley stepped in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He grinned. “Don’t forget, Floyd, we owe these girls some drinks after that flight.”

Bob squeezed your hand, leaning in close. “Can I get you a drink, darlin’?”

You nodded. “Gin and tonic?”

“You got it, sweetheart.”

That left you alone near the edge of the room with Phoenix, Hangman and Coyote. Jake slung his arm around your shoulders and you grimaced. “So you and Floyd, huh?” Jake asked.

“Yup.”

“That came out of nowhere,” he said and you recognized the way he said it.

He was jealous. You smirked. “Did it?” you asked. “Or maybe we’ve spent the last fifteen years wondering if things would ever live up to how we made them in our heads about each other.”

“She got you there,” Coyote said and you laughed.

You grabbed Jake’s hand, slowly unwinding his arm from your shoulders and putting it back down against his side, patting his arm lightly. “Don’t worry, you’ll find someone. Hangman.”

Phoenix laughed, taking a sip of her beer with a smirk. “Fuck, Hangman, Bob’s girl got you good.”

Bob returned a minute later along with Bradley and a round of drinks. You nuzzled into his side, sipping on your G&T, nodding enthusiastically at the stories swirling above your head. Throughout the night, Bob kept his arm tight around your waist. Occasionally he would lean down, whisper into your ear. A secret only the two of you knew. A joke about Hangman’s lack of game. Telling you again how beautiful you were.

After a few hours, Bob let you go reluctantly, following Bradley and Coyote to the far side of the bar, apparently to make good on a bet about darts. You turned to Phoenix, about to ask her what it was like to fly with Bob, when you heard the first shout.

“You know what you did, Bradshaw!”

“Oh, fuck,” Phoenix said, setting her beer down and grabbing your hand. “We gotta go.”

“What’s happening?” you asked, craning your head, trying to find the source of the commotion.

Jake put one hand on Phoenix’s back, slightly lower than you would have expected. “Nix, let me handle this.”

“Whatever you say, Bagman,” she said, eyes narrowing. He looked down at her for a second too long before pulling his hand away, walking in front of her, leading the charge.

“Leave it, Underwood.” You recognized Bradley’s voice but there was anxiety lacing the words. He was concerned.

“She’s my girlfriend, you asshole.”

“Ex-girlfriend.” It was Bob correcting him. You grimaced, hand squeezing Phoenix’s, trying to push closer despite the crowd.

“Stay out of this, Floyd.” The angry guy. “Go back to your slutty girlfriend.”

“Don’t fucking talk about her like that.” His words could cut stone, they were so sharp.

There was a laugh. Phoenix tugged you the remaining steps until the two of you were thrust out into the front of the crowd, just around the ring of air that had enveloped Bob, Bradley, Coyote and Underwood. Jake stood on the edge of the fray, eyes hard, assessing the situation. You could see how he would be good in combat. He had the ability to cut out all of the background noise and center in on the problem. You suddenly felt a little safer.

That was, until Underwood opened his mouth again.

He stepped in closer to Bob, eyes blazing. He was a large guy, blond buzzcut, thick build. The way they grow them in the midwest: tall and broad and simple. “I said, your girlfriend is a slut.”

Bob’s fist came out faster than you could even see. All you saw was the aftermath. The way his clip to Underwood’s left cheek had him gasping, sputtering, before righting himself, reaching for Bob. Bradley stepped in, grabbing the larger man’s shoulders, twisting him, dodging a punch before landing one himself right in the guy’s stomach. Underwood grunted and Bob and Bradley made eye contact, but then he was back on his feet, punching Bob, leveling him to the floor. You let out a screech, rushing forward, dropping Phoenix’s hand as Jake stepped in alongside Coyote, all three of them trying to hold back the larger man.

You dropped to your knees, reaching out, holding Bob’s head in your hands as Penny rang the bell at the bar.

“All of you!” she shouted, one finger pointed toward the door. “Out.”

“Come on, honey,” you murmured, helping Bob to stand, one hand gripping his arm, leading him outside.

Bradley, Coyote and Jake tossed Underwood out onto the gravel of the parking lot. You watched as he stood up, blood dripping from his brow, before glaring and limping away toward a white truck.

You helped Bob sit on a bench next to the bar, kneeling at his feet, touching his face gently. “Does that hurt?” you asked softly.

Bob looked up. “God, this is really like ninth grade all over again, isn’t it?”

You laughed. “He did have a very Billy Turner vibe to him.”

“I’m sorry, Peanut,” he whispered.

You leaned in, pressing your lips against his softly. Bob grunted quietly and you pulled away with a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he murmured. “Do it again.”

You laughed, leaning in, kissing him again. “I’ll tell you now what I told you then,” you whispered. “I’m never going to find someone better than you, Bob Floyd. But don’t feel like you have to defend me. Let them make fun of me, I don’t care. I’m not worth it.”

Bob reached out, running one finger down the side of your cheek. “When are you going to realize, Haley Nichols, that you’re the one thing that’s worth anything?”

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