#thank you for the prompt Mak!

[firstelevens]

hi zainab!!

taylor swift prompt #15 + sambucky? (bc lord knows i've thought about writing a you belong with me inspired sambucky fic too many times)

15. a smile that could light up this whole town

Reading the room is one of Sam’s greatest skills as a teacher. It’s turned around any number of bad days, resolved countless conflicts, and prevented dozens of failed tests or quizzes.

It’s instinctive enough that when he dismisses his Honors American Literature class right as the bell rings, he’s not remotely surprised when the best student in his class joins the cluster of students around his desk, asking about test corrections and extra credit.

Once he’s sent the rest of them off with the answers they’re looking for, Sam turns to Cindy Moon, who’s fidgeting with the cuffs of her sweater and won’t quite look at him.

“Mr. Wilson, do you think you could write me a pass to stay here during study hall?” she asks, her voice shaking a little. “I know we don’t have anything in the works for philanthropy club, but maybe I could do some planning? Or some research, or something?”

Part of Sam wants to say no, because he had very specific plans for his end-of-the-school-day planning period, and having a student in the room will mean that he has to be in vigilant teacher mode for the next hour and a half instead.

The other part of Sam has not missed the fact that Cindy used to constantly be surrounded by a group of her fellow cheerleaders and an ever-present boyfriend—a senior from the football team, Sam thinks, but not one he’s ever taught—and now she’s always on her own, sitting at the opposite end of the classroom to the group she was inseparable from just two weeks ago.

It has to be worse today of all days: between singing candy grams and carnation deliveries and heart shaped helium balloons everywhere, Valentine’s Day has hit Excelsior Academy hard. He can’t blame her for wanting to escape.

Sam is already reaching for the stack of blank passes before he speaks. “I could use some help organizing the classroom library, if you’re up for it? I had freshmen searching for books to write their reviews on, and they basically destroyed it.”

Cindy agrees, her voice still tremulous, and runs the pass down the hall to Rhodey in the physics lab. She comes back in as Sam is erasing the board, slinging her backpack onto a desk before moving towards the bookshelves that line the back wall of the classroom. 

Sam’s class library is his pride and joy, nearly two hundred books that he painstakingly chose and catalogued over the years. The freshmen were enthusiastic in searching for books, but less so in putting them back. Sam had taught them the last period of the day yesterday, and there had been an English department meeting—useless, but then most meetings were, under John Walker’s tenure as department head—so he only had time to throw them onto the shelf and rush over to the other side of the school.

Clearly, Cindy is aware of this on some level, because when he looks back at her, she’s got the first shelf’s worth of books separated across five different desks, one for each genre. He’s about to thank her for taking this so seriously when there’s a knock on the doorframe.

Standing just outside the classroom is Bucky, a handful of students peering around him.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Barnes?” asks Sam, capping his dry erase marker and waving the group into the room.

“They finally got someone in to fix the leak in the AC vent,” says Bucky, “but it means the room is unusable for the rest of the day. Can the yearbook kids and I camp out in here?”

“Of course,” says Sam. He turns to the kids. “I recommend the desks by the bulletin board, if you need to plug in laptops.”

Peter and Ned and Kamala head over to the desks nearest the outlets. MJ and Miles come in carrying a large posterboard, and behind them, America is carrying a stack of shoeboxes.

“Is it okay if we push some desks together?” asks Miles. “We’ll put them back before we leave.”

His question is underscored by the sound of both girls shifting desks and chairs behind him to make a larger work surface, and Miles winces. Sam laughs a little and tells him that it’s fine, and the three of them open up the boxes and start placing paper cutouts on the poster board.

“Testing layouts,” says America, when she sees him looking. “Sometimes it helps to do it physically instead of onscreen.”

“Mr. Barnes suggested it,” explains Miles, just in time for Bucky to reappear in the doorway.

“I’m only taking credit if it works,” Bucky says, turning sideways so he can get through the door with the two overstuffed tote bags over one shoulder and a backpack over the other.

“You see that?’ Sam asks, crossing the classroom to take one of the bags. “You haven’t even started and he’s already abandoning ship. Some captain, huh?”

“I’m a navigator at best,” says Bucky. “MJ’s captain; she’s the one at the top of the masthead.”

Across the room, Peter grins at MJ and gives her a little salute. Sam catches a smile crossing her face before she bites it back.

“Mr. Barnes is a pretty good navigator, though. He brought us cookies today.”

“Oh, shit,” Bucky says, and the kids seem unfazed the mild expletive. “Where’d I put the cookies?”

Sam looks into the bag that he’s holding and pulls out two boxes of pink frosted sugar cookies, complete with sprinkles and little candy hearts pressed into each one.

“Valentine’s themed and everything,” he says, grinning at Bucky. “Mr. Barnes, who knew you felt so strongly about the holiday?”

“He doesn’t,” says Ned. “Or, well, he does, but the other way.”

“Oh?’ asks Sam, as Bucky sets the box of cookies on an empty desk and sets a box of tissues beside them, his back to Sam. “And what way is that?”

“He said it was a consumerist holiday that doesn’t have anything to do with the history of all the different Saints Valentine. And then he taught us about Captain Cook attempting to kidnap people and getting killed for it.” Kamala finally looks up from her laptop. “That part was really interesting, actually.”

“Thanks,” Bucky says drily, opening the second box of cookies. “And I don’t want to see you all making a mess of Mr. Wilson’s room with these cookies, okay? We’re guests here and we’re going to clean up after ourselves.”

The yearbook kids murmur in assent. Sam glances over at Cindy, who’s still quietly sorting the bookshelves. He’s about to tell her to join them when Bucky beats him to it.

“Cindy, you’re welcome to have some, too,” he says. “And if you want any help organizing, you can absolutely conscript Ned and Peter and Kamala, because Michelle didn’t even give them an assignment for today, so I know they’re not actually working on anything for the yearbook right now.”

She hesitates for a moment, then sets down the stack of books and walks to Sam’s desk to use the hand sanitizer. “I like those flowers, Mr. Wilson,” she says, gesturing to the arrangement that had been waiting on Sam’s desk when he got in this morning. “They’re really pretty.”

Sam can’t help but smile when he looks over at the flowers. “Thanks, Cindy,” he says. Then, to the rest of the classroom: “I think Valentine’s Day is nice. We could all use a reminder to tell the people we care about that we’re thinking of them, even if that reminder is the day that a guy died for being kind to people.”

“There’s nothing wrong with celebrating Valentine’s Day,” says Bucky. “I just thought it was worth the reminder that our cultural traditions aren’t universal.”

“And also that colonizers getting taken out is a net gain, as far as the universe is concerned,” adds MJ, and Bucky’s lips twitch with a bitten-back smile.

“That, I can agree with,” says Sam. “So am I allowed to have one of these not-actually-for-Valentine’s-Day Valentine’s Day cookies?”

Before he can even step towards the box, Bucky is holding one out to him. Sam takes it with a smile and settles back in at his desk, scooting over to make room for Bucky to join him if he wants.

He does, after a moment, pulling over one of the chairs that MJ and America moved.

“Thanks for letting us hang out in here,” he says, pulling out a stack of tests to grade. “If you’d said no, I don’t know who would have let us in.”

“You mean you don’t know who would have let you get a bunch of teenagers hopped up on sugar in their classroom,” says Sam, holding out a red pen. He nods over to where the kids are now sitting on top of the desks, work abandoned in favor of comparing the messages on their conversation hearts. Cindy, he notes with some relief, has joined them.

Bucky takes the pen and waves his free hand. “Minor detail at best. And you got something out of it, too, didn’t you?”

Sam looks back down at the cookie in his hand and shrugs. “I mean, I’d have preferred homemade,” he says, trying not to grin, “but I guess this works.”

Laughing, Bucky elbows him gently and turns back to grading.

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That evening, when Sam’s doorbell rings, he answers it and leans against the doorway, blocking the entrance.

“What are you doing here?” he asks. “I thought Valentine’s Day was a consumerist holiday with no historical merit.”

“Peter and Michelle saw us together at that Italian place last weekend!” says Bucky. “I had to throw them off the scent!”

“Uh-huh,” says Sam, arms crossed and unmoving.

“Did you like the flowers, at least?”

Sam glances over at the vase that he brought home from school, now sitting on the mantelpiece. “Maybe.”

“I love you?”

“Is that a question now?”

Bucky huffs. “I brought you wine from that one tiny vineyard you love, and I have The Princess Bride and The Shop Around the Corner, and there’s no one I’d rather spend the day with, and I love you, Sammy. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

For a moment, Sam considers him. Then, he steps aside and waves Bucky in, shaking his head at the triumphant grin that spreads across his face.

“Fine, but only because I want to know what wine you picked,” he says, and immediately disproves it by leaving the bottle on the credenza and hauling Bucky in for a kiss.

[bisamwilson]

this is so hard all the prompts are great! but how about 13...discreetly?

#13: ...discreetly

this took over a month i'm so sorry written for the baseball au! n s f w, but more M rated than E

Staying behind after everyone else has left isn't exactly uncommon for them most days.

It had been a good game, evenly matched up until the Sox had pulled through in the last inning. Sam had pitched a no-hit inning in the top of the ninth, keeping the score tied as the Sox went up to bat, and Joaquín had pulled through with a triple right away. Bucky managed a single not long after, and the Sox had another win under their belt.

It's left Sam feeling pumped up and antsy as they all file back into the clubhouse at the end of the game, and one look at Bucky, already grinning in his direction, is enough to know that Bucky is already fully aware that he's all wound up.

They both start to stall when the rest of the guys hit the showers, Bucky by making an absolute show out of cool down stretching--popping cinnamon bubblegum bubbles constantly as he goes--and Sam by chatting and horsing around with whichever of their teammates happens to be around. He kills time during the first round of team showers by shooting the shit with Joaquín, purposefully keeping his eyes away from the way Bucky's bent over and touching his toes, and he manages to waste away the time it takes for the rest of the team to shower by making Friday night plans with Rhodey and Luke before they headed home.

Bucky hits the showers before that conversation's over, early enough that it doesn't seem like they were waiting to shower together but late enough that Sam won't have any problem slipping under the spray with him before the water gets cold.

Rhodey throws him a look when Sam briefly turns his head to watch Bucky walk towards the showers, winking back at him, and Sam knows some of his teammates probably know, that Rhodey knows specifically, but Sam also knows that none of those teammates have said anything, have let on that they know other than a look here or there.

Sam also knows he's not ready to say anything about it either.

So instead he turns back to Rhodey when Bucky disappears into the showers and bids him and Luke goodbye when the rest of the team has left, Luke promising to buy him a drink on Friday night for that last stretch of pitching in the ninth inning.

Sam waits until the sound of their voices and their footsteps peter out, and then waits another couple minutes for good measure, before stripping out of his uniform and sneaking over to Bucky's shower stall with nothing but a towel around his waist.

He hangs it up nearby before slipping in behind him and wrapping his hands around Bucky's waist, placing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

"Seems like they stay behind longer and longer every time," Bucky says, voice betraying just the tiniest bit of frustration, as he turns around in Sam's arms to face him. He bends his head down like he's going to kiss him, but he bypasses Sam's mouth entirely, instead latching on gently to his neck and sucking softly at the skin there.

He places his hands on the front of Sam's shoulders and gently pushes him backwards, until he's got Sam lounging back against the wall of the shower stall.

He moves his hands down to Sam's ass, gently kneading and massaging, while he kisses at Sam's neck, and then his collarbone, and then his chest, before sucking gently on a nipple, scrapping his teeth gently against the nub. Sam grabs a loose hold of Bucky's hair, throwing his head back against the wall and trying his best not to moan.

Bucky's just about got Sam squirming from the attention on his nipple when they both hear heavy footsteps run into the clubhouse, followed by Joaquín asking, "Now where the fuck did I put my keys?" aloud.

Sam freezes, and Bucky slowly pulls off Sam's nipple, straightening himself back up until they're pressed fully together, their lips only a breadth apart.

"Gotta stay quiet for me, angel," Bucky says, softly enough no one but Sam could hear him over the sound of running water, but it still puts Sam on edge. "Wouldn't want anyone else to hear you all sweet for me."

He kisses Sam again then, before he can respond, despite the fact that Joaquín is still in the next room searching for his keys. It's soft, more chaste than Sam knew a kiss could be when there's another naked body pressed up against his in the shower.

The uncharacteristic chasteness is enough of a distraction that he doesn't notice Bucky's hand sneaking down to his groin until it's too late, until he has to bite down on his own bottom lip to muffle his surprised groan.

Bucky puts his other hand over Sam's mouth and grins, continuing his slow stroke over Sam's cock. Sam tries for a half-hearted glare, but he's too busy trying to keep quiet when all he wants to do is fuck up into Bucky's hand.

Joaquín continues searching for his keys, seemingly unaware, and a couple minutes pass by this way: Bucky's hand over Sam's mouth, Bucky's hand on Sam's cock, Sam trying desperately to keep in his moans and groans while Bucky works him over.

Joaquín whoops when he finally finds his keys, probably hidden under a glove somewhere in his mess of a locker, and whistles a jaunty little tune as he heads back out of the clubhouse to go home.

Bucky lets his hand fall from Sam's mouth as soon as the whistling is out of earshot, replacing it with his mouth.

Sam nips lightly at Bucky's lip. "Asshole," he says, without any heat.

"Hmm, yeah, probably," Bucky replies, voice overly cheeky, before kissing him again. "But I think I can make it up to you. Keep your hands in my hair?"

Bucky drops to his knees.

Sam tightens his grip.

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Covering the Classics Part 4 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Anna was afraid to face her new friends after the night out at the bar. Admitting she was attracted to Bob was easier to do than explain why she couldn't have him. When she finally sends him some book recommendations, she finds his taste in books familiar in an all too intimate way. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, eventually 18+

Length: 4700 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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Anna spent the rest of her weekend working on lesson plans and looking at Bob's number saved in her phone. She had compiled a mental list of titles she thought he would like, and she'd even pulled a few dog-eared books from her own collection and stacked them up on her narrow counter. She would absolutely love to have Bob borrow them from her, but she'd completely messed everything up.

Why, when confronted with a decent man, did she shut everything down and destroy all hope? Because of Kevin. That's why. She knew this crush on Bob was a bad idea. Nothing good could come of it, but she still caught herself looking at his contact information on Sunday evening with longing in her heart.

She made herself a sad sandwich for dinner and packed herself a second sad sandwich for lunch the next day and then she settled in with her computer. The idea of taking her sad sandwich to the quad and eating with her friends was making her anxious. What if they didn't even want her around now that she'd made a complete fool of herself in front of their friend? What if they looked up at her as she approached them sitting on the bench with their perfect, beautiful lunches and scowled with their perfect, beautiful faces? 

"Oh no," she groaned, covering her eyes with her hand. She really liked them, but they probably hated her now. And she really liked Bob, but he probably went home with that better looking woman who was at the Navy bar and hadn't thought about Anna one time since. 

She forced her attention to her computer screen which was prompting her for a password. She entered Kev1n1s@t00L and watched as the website she'd had open on her browser came to life. She sighed as she scrolled through her saved favorites on PoetsAmongUs. It was kind of pitiful that she knew what she was going to end up reading before she could actually admit it to herself. 

Your whispers call out in the darkest shadows, My heart answers like a flame, Igniting this shared space with every breath I take, Giving you a love that will never find the end. It binds me to you, pulsing through my veins, Emotions like I've never known before. I've doubted that I could reach this place, But I feel endlessly sure here now.

Anna whined from her bed in her sad little apartment as she looked at the pen name of her favorite poet before clicking on it. He either never finished filling out his profile or he was being purposely vague. Male, 30s, United States. 

"Sky Writing. The only man I would trust with my heart ever again." She read the poem once more. That was her favorite passage, but she knew everything he posted by heart and got excited every time something new from him popped up every few months. 

It was late enough that she could probably just go to sleep without acknowledging that she hadn't texted Bob and probably never would. She couldn't set foot back in that bar ever again. Maybe that other place that Jessica loved so much would be somewhere she could check out next time she had nothing better to do. Chippy's or something? She started to doze off.

When her alarm started blaring, it was almost like she had slept too well. She'd dreamed about a faceless man with beautiful hands reading poetry to her while he ran his fingers slowly up and down her bare thigh. She couldn't shake the delicious feeling even as her alarm got louder. When she managed to turn it off, she lay there wishing she had time to go on the poetry website and masturbate before work. 

"Stop it," she whispered as she got up and started getting herself ready for the day. 

At least she got to teach English 522 this afternoon. Feminist Literature was becoming one of her favorite classes, as evidenced by her well worn copy of Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu which was in her bag. When she stood in her kitchen and ate a peanut butter granola bar and drank some coffee, she looked at the books she had pulled out as options for Bob, but she shook her head and left for the day without dwelling on how disappointing her life truly was.

Relying solely on public transportation meant leaving a lot earlier than you wanted to, but Anna still barely made it to her office in time to grab her notebook and teach her first lecture of the week. Half of the students still looked like they were asleep while the other half were looking at her like she was a literary messiah. It was almost comical, and when lunchtime rolled around, she was in a pretty great mood. Until she realized she was still on the fence about going to the quad. 

"Just do a vibe check," she muttered as she grabbed her lunch from her office. "If they look pissed off, you can come right back here and never talk to anyone else again for the rest of your life." She could subside on sandwiches and online poetry and only speak when she was giving lectures. That sounded simultaneously amazing and also terrifying.

The college campus was bustling today. There were some guys skateboarding through the quad, and she recognized a few other faculty members from the English department who waved to her. But that didn't stop her palms from sweating and her heart from thudding in a sickening rhythm that Edgar Alan Poe would think was beautiful. When she spotted the two women on the bench in front of the weird tree, Anna was shocked to see them waving to her with smiles on their faces. 

"Anna!" called Jessica. "You'll never believe it! The vending machine just gave me my bottle of Pepsi and a bonus bottle of ginger ale! Like it knew I was about to see you!"

"Chaos Theory at its finest," said the other woman before she bit into her carrot stick and hummus. 

"It's really more of the Butterfly Effect," Jessica replied. Anna had no idea what they were talking about, but they scooted away from each other on the bench to make room, so she decided to stay.

Anna swallowed hard as she sat and opened her pack of peanuts. "How was the rest of your weekend?" she asked the two of them, and soon her nerves calmed down. 

"Excellent. Bradley and I took a tour of the library yesterday."

"Pretty good. I helped Jake make waffles for breakfast. Lots and lots and lots of waffles. What did you do with the rest of your weekend? After the Hard Deck?"

Anna accepted the bottle of ginger ale that Jessica handed to her as she said, "Um, well I did my lesson plans for the next few weeks. And I started writing my midterm exams. Nothing exciting."

She was met with a bit of awkward silence, and she could feel the two women sharing a look behind her head. "Did you happen to text Bob?" Advanced Calculus asked cautiously, and Anna knew this was the part where it was all over. The dramatic climax, except she was actually the villain in this story.

"No, actually. I think that ship has sailed," she replied softly. 

"Why?" Jessica asked, not unkindly. "When we figured out that you and he already met at the bookstore in North Park, we were ecstatic. He's the mystery guy you were losing your mind over, Anna! The handsome one with glasses who smells so good!"

"He really does smell good," Advanced Calculus muttered as she dipped another carrot into the hummus which was probably unfairly homemade. "Are you no longer attracted to him? Was it his nerdy tee shirt? Or were all the guys so obnoxious you couldn't wait to leave?"

Anna held onto the cold bottle of ginger ale a little tighter as she said, "It's not that at all. I mean, who in their right mind wouldn't be attracted to Bob? And I thought his shirt was kind of charming. And the rest of the guys were welcoming in a slightly intense way."

Now Jessica was turned to face her, eyes wide behind her glasses. "Bob thinks you ran away from him twice now because he's unappealing and boring."

Anna jolted and the pack of peanuts went flying to the ground, nuts rolling in every direction. "He does?" she asked, palms beginning to sweat again.

"Yeah. Big time. But he's quite attracted to you. Apparently the red hair is a thing."

"Oh my god," Anna moaned in embarrassment. Bob liked her red hair? "Oh no. No. No. He's just.... he's so.... and he's also.... I can't even." She took a deep breath as she kicked at the lost peanuts. "Bob is so handsome. It's hard to look into his eyes for too long, because you start to feel like you're going to break out into song. And I don't think I've ever been around a man who smells quite that nice. And he's funny and just a touch nerdy, but that's a good thing." 

There was another beat of silence before Advanced Calculus said, "I'm not really understanding what the problem is."

Anna shook her head and unwrapped her sandwich to keep her hands busy. "Listen, none of my weirdness is because of him. It's all because of me. I can't have a crush on him. I can't be interested in him. I can't be interested in any men whatsoever."

Jessica nudged her shoulder and said, "Maybe you could just text him? Maybe making another new friend wouldn't be so bad?"

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"Well if you can't find a girlfriend, I hope you're at least getting your rocks off with an attractive lady."

Bob was cradling his forehead in his hand and trying to escape from Suzanne's house without having this conversation. Whenever he stopped to pick up dinner instead of cooking something at home, he always brought something for her, too. It was the neighborly thing to do, especially when your neighbor was decades older than you, but right now he just wanted to vanish. 

"I wouldn't tell you even if I was," he replied, earning a laugh as she opened up the container of soup at her kitchen table. 

"Sit down and stay for a while," she told him, pointing to the empty chair. "I'll pay you back for dinner with my charm and witticism since you won't accept any money."

His phone started to vibrate in his uniform pocket, and he dug it out thinking it was probably Jessica having finished mocking up her barbarian character for their campaign, but it was a text from an unknown number. He was about to pocket his phone again, but then he saw the words book recommendations and paused. He quickly unlocked the phone and started reading the texts that were coming through.

I have some book recommendations for you if you still want them. I'm sorry I didn't send them over the weekend.

This is Anna, by the way.

I should have started with that information.

Wow. This is already embarrassing.

Bob laughed and started to type back immediately, and then Suzanne's voice cut across his thoughts. "Are you sure you don't have a special lady? You're smiling an awful lot at your phone."

He looked at her and shook his head. "I'm sure. I like this girl, but she doesn't return my feelings that way. She's just sending me some recommendations." He started to back away as he added, "Enjoy your soup. I'll see you later, Suzanne."

"Good night, Robert."

Bob ended up standing just inside his front door as he saved Anna's number and typed back a message to her. He thought keeping it simple would be his best move. Anything more than that and he'd embarrass himself once again by getting ahead of himself with his feelings. 

I would love some more recommendations from you. You're the expert.

He only had to wait about a minute for her response, which was just a list of book after book after book that he'd never even heard of. The first were the ones she'd given to him verbally on Friday night, but the rest were just as foreign to him.

Anna Webber: Persuasion by Austen. Northanger Abbey by Austen, Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence, The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton, Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy, Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf, Cranford by Elizabeth Gaskell, and The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas (because you like poetry so much)

Bob quickly ate his own container of soup while he read the list over and over again. Then without changing out of his uniform, he grabbed the keys to his beat up truck and headed to the bookstore in North Park to see if he could find any of these titles before they closed.

The store was virtually empty, and when he climbed the stairs up to the slightly dusty loft he could practically picture Anna's pretty hands and painted nails gliding along all of the spines. He could imagine her pretty, wide eyes looking up at him before she figured out he was boring. He could hear her laugh as he made his way to the spot where they had been standing together.

That horrible Vonnegut book was still there which made him chuckle. "Figures nobody else would want to read it," he muttered as he reached for it. Then he backtracked a little bit to start collecting everything from Anna's list. He referenced his text messages several times, hunting all over the Classics section until he had almost everything in order. Then he spread them out along the shelf and took a photo. He texted it to her before he could second guess himself after he added a short caption. 

Did I miss anything?

He was walking back down to the poetry section when his phone vibrated.

Anna Webber: You're at the bookstore right now? The one in North Park?

Bob froze in the middle of the stairs. He embarrassed himself without even knowing it. He must seem desperate right now. Running out to the store as soon as she sent him the list. "Shit," he groaned softly. When he got another message, he was almost afraid to look at it.

Anna Webber: I LOVE that store. I wish I were there right now, too.

Bob thought that sounded perfect, actually. Maybe if she were here now, she wouldn't run away this time. He'd been playing those kinds of scenarios over and over in his head, ones where she liked him back the way he liked her. Ones where they left the bookstore holding hands.

He continued downstairs to look for the book of poems she suggested for him, which he found quickly, along with Votive by Keiran Goddard. Would Anna like a copy of his favorite book of poetry? Did he even want to ask her? At this point, he had nothing to lose. She wasn't going to suddenly want him, but that shouldn't stop him from sharing a recommendation of his own. Especially when she might really enjoy something he found so spectacular. 

Bob held the book up and snapped a quick selfie, sending it away into the universe before dwelling on it too much.

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Anna was preparing a piece of toast with jelly for herself or dinner, desperately wishing she were back at the bookstore. Bob was there, probably smelling so nice and luring everyone else who was shopping closer to him. Perhaps he was wearing another Dungeons & Dragons shirt like he'd worn to the Navy bar. Perhaps his biceps were straining against it.

She didn't have to use her vivid imagination for very long, because suddenly Bob was staring at her through her phone screen with his crooked little smile and his beautiful eyes. And his uniform. 

"Oh my god." The toast slipped from her fingers and landed jelly side down on her plate as she took in every single detail. Navy uniforms were khaki? Why had she assumed they were all navy blue? Why didn't she know more about the Navy? She was going to take the time to learn everything she could about the United States Navy. 

When she realized her mouth was dry, she reached for her glass of water and downed it. She was in a daze. A Bob Floyd induced daze. Even all the little pins on his shirt were distracting. She wanted to count all of them. She wanted to touch them. She wondered what they would feel like if she pressed her lips to them. 

"Stop," she gasped. But she couldn't. Now her eyes drifted up to his face again, and she thought she'd only really ever seen the exact color of his eyes in a Kandinsky painting at the Guggenheim. She couldn't look away. "No. No. No!" she moaned. And then she finally read the actual message he'd typed out after gawking at his photo for five whole minutes. 

Bob Floyd: Have you ever read Votive by Keiran Goddard? It's my favorite collection of poetry. 

Anna laughed a little hysterically. She hadn't even noticed he was holding up a book at all. His graceful fingers were wrapped around the damn thing, but she'd been too distracted by him to actually look at the book. But now the fact that she'd never read Goddard before had her flushed and flustered, because Bob had sent a book recommendation to her. Nobody ever did that, and all she could think about was how she absolutely needed to get her hands on a copy and devour the whole entire thing if it was something he liked. 

Very calmly and rationally, she typed back to him.

I have not read it yet, but I'll add it to my list of things to check out of the library. 

When she set her phone down and realized her toast had become a casualty to this text conversation, she moaned and flipped it back over. Her heart was still beating a little erratically from looking at Bob's photo for too long, and she didn't think she could even eat. There was no way she could waste any food in her current financial state though, so she took a bite anyway as he texted her back.

Bob Floyd: I'll just pick it up for you while I'm here. I hope you'll like it, but if you hate it, that's okay too. It's a bit of an acquired taste.

Oh no. She couldn't let him buy it, because she didn't have any extra spending money at the moment to be able to pay him back. But admitting that to him would be excruciatingly embarrassing, and she didn't even think she could do it. Perhaps she could scrape together twenty dollars if she skipped a few meals, but then she wouldn't be able to join the girls in the quad at lunchtime. They'd notice her lack of food right away. 

"Why are you such a disaster?" she asked herself as she scarfed down the rest of her toast and typed back to him.

Thank you. I can pay you back for it later.

She would figure it out. She always did. Even when she didn't want to, she managed to find a way to solve her problems. Even when it hurt.

Bob Floyd: It's my treat. I can give it to Bradley or Jake at work tomorrow. I'm sure either of the ladies wouldn't mind getting it to you when they see you. Or if you feel like it, we could meet for coffee one day and I could give it to you in person. Just let me know.

"Oh, Anna," she whispered, already typing out a response before she could think better of it.

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Bob was surprised Anna took him up on his offer to meet for coffee, but he found himself looking forward to it in spite of the fact that he was still pining a bit. He'd get over it in time. He'd find someone new to crush on, or maybe he'd meet another girl that he was interested in, and maybe she would be interested back. But none of that stopped him from being excited at the prospect of being around her again. And none of that prepared him for the way he felt when Anna pushed through the door of the coffee shop on Wednesday evening and looked around tentatively. Her red hair was in another loose braid, and her freckles were so endearing.

As soon as her eyes landed on him, she looked less apprehensive but also more resigned. When she approached the table where he was sitting with three books, he stood. "Hey. Anna. How are you?"

"Hi, Bob." Even her voice was soft and sweet as her eyes swept along his face and body. She blushed a pretty shade of pink as she said, "Thanks for the book. Will you let me buy you something to drink?"

He didn't respond beyond nodding and leading the way toward the counter. He listened to her order a small coffee before he ordered a large hot tea, and when she reached for her wallet, he was already handing over a twenty. When she looked up at him with wide, brown eyes, he just smiled. "You don't have to buy me a drink."

She watched the money leave his hand as she said, "Well, you don't have to buy me one either."

"Too late."

She was quiet as they returned to the small table with their hot beverages, but as soon as she sat, she said, "You'll have to let me pay next time."

Bob slid two of the books across the table as he asked, "Next time?" But she didn't respond as she let her fingers brush along Votive before she picked it up to reveal the one underneath it.

Anna's laughter filled the small space as her eyes darted back up to meet his. "You bought Cat's Cradle? I didn't think that was the kind of thing you were looking for?"

He glanced down into his tea. "Uh, it's not. I got it for you."

"Bob," she said quietly, her fingers tracing the spine now. He liked her nail polish and wanted to touch her hands. "You did not have to get me two books."

"Yes I did," he said with a smile. "Vonnegut sounds horrible. I felt bad for it because nobody else was ever going to buy it. I couldn't just leave it to rot on the shelf when I know the only person who would be willing to give it a nice home."

When she laughed again, she seemed resigned to the fact that the books were both hers. "Thanks. Money is a little tight for me right now. You know how it is when you first move," she told him while she fidgeted a bit. "But next time, I'll buy your drink. Or your book. Or something."

"You keep saying 'next time'."

Anna poked at her coffee cup and said, "I thought maybe.... we could be friends."

"Friends." His voice felt and sounded stale. The word made him feel sadder than it should have. "Of course."

She looked even more relieved now as she took a sip of her coffee, but Bob was busy trying not to memorize the pretty pattern of her freckles across her nose and the way her lips were pursed. He wouldn't look at a friend that way. 

"Which book is that?" she asked, nodding toward the last one in front of him. 

He flipped it over so she could see the cover, and he said, "Oh, it's The Age of Innocence. I'm almost done reading it, and I was just hoping to get your opinions on a few things."

Anna's eyes went wider. "You're almost done reading it? Already?"

"Yeah." His voice sounded like a groan, and he knew he should be embarrassed since she recommended it two days ago, but he said, "Once I start a new book, I can't put it down if it's good."

"So you like it?" she asked, leaning a little closer to him as a smile played along her lips. 

"It's fantastic," he replied, and her foot brushed his softly beneath the table.

Anna licked her lips and shifted in her seat as she made a soft sound that just made Bob want to get closer to her. She clasped her hands on the table in front of her and cleared her throat before she blurted out. "You're really handsome." His lips parted wordlessly, unsure how to respond, but he didn't have to as she immediately said, "And you're not boring. Not at all. I could have stayed in that dusty bookstore all afternoon, tucked away in the loft, talking to you about book after book."

"Oh," he replied, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Really?"

"Yes. Really," she said, and it sounded like she meant it. "I didn't disappear because of you. I disappeared because of me. And I'm really sorry about that."

Then he realized what was going on. His friends got to her already. He'd told Jessica on Saturday night that he was sure Anna ditched him because he's probably not as handsome or interesting as she's used to. And now he was going to have to text her and tell her to lay off. This whole thing was embarrassing enough without having to hear Anna pity him like this.

"Don't worry about it," he told her softly with his best attempt at a smile. "We can be friends."

When he got home, she texted him to thank him again for the books and the coffee. But he was still thinking about her freckles and how far down her neck they might go. Maybe they made a pretty pattern across her shoulders, too. Maybe they would disappear into her bra, a perfect treasure for another man to find. But not Bob. Bob and Anna were just friends.

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When Anna finally got home after taking two buses, it was so late, she knew she should go right to bed. But she was wishing for another cheap bottle of wine to try to take her mind off of Bob. He was perfect, and she couldn't let herself have him. They could be friends, but nothing more. She could send him texts, but they couldn't flirt. 

She already missed his soft voice and the way he gave her his entire focus when they were together. He bought her two books! Nobody else ever bought her books! And he read the ones she recommended to him! Maybe Kevin was to blame for most things that had gone wrong in her life, but literally no man she'd ever known was as kind and thoughtful as Bob.

She collapsed back onto her bed in her sad apartment were she could look at her kitchen and her bathroom at the same time, and she opened the book of poetry. Bob's favorite poetry. Within minutes of reading the first few pages, she felt warmer and maybe a little flustered. The passages were romantic and insightful in such a familiar way. Something was tickling at her brain, trying to trigger a memory. She kept reading, making it fifteen pages in before she gasped and realized what it was. 

"Sky Writing," she murmured, reaching for her computer in favor of the book. She was reminded of her favorite novice poet from her favorite website. The poetry in the book sounded a bit like the poems written by Sky Writing, and now Anna was even more of a mess knowing that this was the kind of intimate literature Bob preferred to read. 

She wanted him. She wanted to know what his big, sturdy hands would feel like on her body. What his lips tasted like. She wanted to erase that pinch of doubt she saw on his face when she tried to reassure him that even though they were going to be just friends, she definitely found him attractive. 

The next time she went shopping, she was going to need to stock up on some more bottles of cheap wine.

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Just friends. Okay, Anna. Sure, babe. Let's see how long that lasts. Bob's wingwomen are powerful. Thank you @lauratang for the book/reading list! And thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Hello can I please request a scenario where the reader messes with the character by saying “I like you too” instead of “I love you too” with Hu Tao, Furina, UMP45, STAR 15 and Makoto from Persona?? Thank you!!

(Genshin Impact/GFL/Persona 5)

Hu Tao, Furina, Shenhe, UMP45, ST AR-15, and Makoto's S/O messing with them

Adding in Shenhe because I felt like writing her! (As per usual)

Hu Tao has to take a second to register what S/O had replied with.

"I like you, too"?

Hu Tao halts before her foot is out the door, turning around with a smirk and eyebrow raised.

(Hu Tao) "Oh? We're being like that today are we?"

(S/O) "Like what?"

Hu Tao taps her finger on their nose as she crosses her arms, smiling.

(Hu Tao) "I'm not leaving until you say it properly!"

(S/O) "Psh, no you won't."

(Hu Tao) "Unlike you, I don't need to be physically present at my job today, so I absolutely can!"

S/O had to relent after that. Because she was right, she would prevent S/O from leaving.

And even if they managed to get away, the prank Hu Tao would play as retaliation would probably not be worth it.

Furina pouts when S/O didn't even say "I love you back". The audacity!

Her hands move to her waist, giving a harsh glare to S/O.

Well, as harsh of a glare as Furina can manage. If anything, it makes her look adorable.

(Furina) "You don't even want to say it back to me, your girlfriend?! Oh, you wound my heart!"

S/O chuckled at her dramatic response.

(S/O) "As if you didn't do this very thing to me last week!"

(Furina) "Hmph! Fine, be that way, for I will not declare my love for you if this is the response I should expect!"

She tilts her head away and begins marching away from the door, still pouting.

It was obvious she wasn't genuinely offended, but two could play at this game!

She could actually keep this bit up for weeks, if prompted.

S/O does not, lest they incur her verbal wrath for the next month or so and demanding a ransom of sweets.

Shenhe stoically turns to S/O, noticing their lips were trying their best not to break into a full smile.

(Shenhe) "...S/O, did I do something wrong?"

They shook their heads and covered their laughter with one hand.

(S/O) "Sorry, I couldn't resist teasing, Shenhe. I just wanted to see your reaction."

Shenhe blinks and tilts her head in confusion.

(Shenhe) "What do you mean? All you said was that you liked me."

(S/O) "Oh, that's what you're referring to. I figured you were going to ask me why I said 'I like you' instead I love you."

(Shenhe) "That goes without saying, does it not? For us, it means the same thing."

S/O chuckled and couldn't disagree with that logic.

(S/O) "Got me there."

Shenhe, for her part, was still very confused.

What was the joke?

45 frowns before she turns back to S/O, adjusting the hair out her face.

(UMP45) "Wow, so that's what I get after opening my heart to you?"

Those words were rarely said by 45, even less so when she was about to depart for an operation.

She looked genuinely hurt, which made S/O rush up to try to ease her anger.

(S/O) "S-Sorry! It was just a joke-"

They were interrupted when 45 broke into a smirk and cut them off with a kiss.

(UMP45) "Mhm, and so was that. Now, say it properly this time, would you?"

Both of them chuckled lightly before S/O gave the correct reply.

(S/O) "I love you, too."

(UMP45) "Not so hard, was it?

STAR pouts when she hears S/O's response, making her face them.

STAR had a hard time saying it without blushing madly, and this time was no exception.

So to get that in response?

(ST AR-15) "Hey, that's not funny!"

S/O barely held back their amusement, making STAR's annoyance grow.

STAR flicks their forehead gently, taking care to not put too much of her T-Doll strength into it.

(ST AR-15) "S-Say it, already!"

With a tight hug around her, S/O gives in, but still laughing.

(S/O) "Sorry, sorry, couldn't resist. Love you too, STAR."

(ST AR-15) "Good..."

She squeezes them back before leaving the room.

Makoto hesitates on departing, taking in what S/O had replied with.

(Makoto) "Like me?"

(S/O) "It's what I said!"

Makoto looks a bit disheartened at the response.

(Makoto) "I see..."

Before her mind could wander, it was brought back to S/O when she heard them chuckle.

(S/O) "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad! I just wanted to tease you."

Makoto's blush crept up on her cheeks for a brief moment before she cleared her throat.

(Makoto) "Ah, my apologies. I suppose I'm still getting used to this kind of banter in a relationship-"

S/O cut her off by giving her a kiss on the cheek, making her face burn red for a different reason.

(S/O) "Don't apologize. You're cute when you blush."

Makoto stammers over her words before simply sighing and smiling back.

(Makoto) "I'll just take the compliment...Next time, I should play a joke like that on you."

Which would be easy, if she had a sense of humor.

[theowritesstuff]

Just Jamie

Jamie Tartt x gn!reader

Request: “I dream of you. All I do is dream of you.”

A/N: omg theo actually wrote something? i hope the anon who requested this likes it, I wanted domesticity and fluff so here it is. this was actually very easy to write, thank you so much for the request!

Request a prompt and a character!

The sun peeked through the curtains of your window, casting a soft glow on anything it touched. The young footballer slowly stretched his muscles, then nestled himself further into your bedsheets, determined to spend as much time with you as he could.

He had to get to training. He knows you’ll tell him when you wake up. You’ll remind him of the big game coming up, always more mindful of his schedule than he is, and he’ll be forced to go back out into the real world. He’d rather just stay here, frozen in time with you.

When he finally does let his eyes open, a lazy grin spreads across his face. You’re wrapped up in a tangle of the bedsheets and Jamie’s limbs, arms wrapped firmly around him, refusing to let him go whilst you sleep. The sun cascades along you, creating a trail from the top of your head, to where the lower half of you disappears beneath the sheets.

Jamie softly runs his fingertips along your cheek, down to your chin, and sighs. He wishes he could have this forever. He remembers last night, the two of you deciding to go back to your place instead of his. He likes yours better honestly. It’s definitely smaller, more welcoming. While Jamie’s walls are lined with expensive art from different artists he couldn’t even remember the names of, yours were filled with posters of your favorite bands, photos of you and those you care about, and even a few Richmond things here and there.

He looks at the wall across from him, his eyes scanning over the photos. One of you Keeley out at dinner, one of you and Dani at an away game. At the end of the line he sees one from the most recent press event the Richmond team had to attend. It’s a photo taken from when Jamie was on the carpet, and had pulled you into his arms. You’re laughing, while Jamie presses a kiss to your cheek.

Jamie knows, he feels more at home when he’s here, with you, than when he’s in his own home.

He feels you stir next to him, slowly pulling your arms off of him. He looks down at you to see you yawn, then look up at him.

“Good morning Jamie.” You smile at him, making his stomach tie itself up in knots.

“Morning love.” He presses his lips to yours.

You push a hand against his chest in an attempt to push him away. “Jamie,” you laugh, “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“I don’t care.” He grins, diving his head down for another kiss.

You let him kiss you this time, wrapping an arm around his neck. He rolls on top of you, the kiss becoming a little more heated.

You hum and push him away again. “Hey, you have training to get to.” You raise your eyebrows at him. “And I have to get up and get to work, and you’re being very distracting right now.”

Jamie smirks at you. “I’m distracting you? How? Like this?” He leans down, now kissing down your neck. You feel your body relax while your heart speeds up. It’s when he bites softly at you that you push him away again.

“Jamie, I’m serious. Roy will have your head if you’re late. Again.” You get up and walk over to your closet, searching through your clothes. “You know, I’m surprised he hasn’t killed you already, what with your inability to get to training on time at least once a week-”

“I love you.”

Jamie’s words make you turn quickly to him. He’s still on your bed, watching you, a soft smile spread across his face, his hair still ruffled from sleep.

“I love you too.” You tell him.

It’s not the first time either of you has professed your love for each other, but every time it happens, both of you melt from joy.

“Do you know what I dreamed about last night?” He asks. You shake your head. “I dreamt of you. All I do is dream of you.”

“Jamie-”

“No, let me finish.” He cuts you off. He gets out of bed, and makes his way over to where you’re standing. “I love you so much. Out there,” he points at your window, “I’m Jamie Tartt. Star footballer. But here? Here I’m just Jamie. I can be just Jamie when I’m with you. And I like it, I really like it.” He nods, leaning his forehead against yours. “And I’d like it to stay that way.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

“I wanna be with you all the time. Every minute of every day. I want to wake up with you every morning. I want to have dinner with you every night. I want you to be the last person I see before I go to sleep, and the first person I see when I wake up.” His voice gets quiet at the end, afraid that he’s crossed some sort of line. “If you don’t want that, I get it, I just-”

This time it’s you who cuts him off with your lips against his. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him impossibly close to you. He does the same, holding you firmly against his chest.

When you pull away you’re both out of breath, smiling at each other like fools, fools in love.

“I would love that Jamie.” You nod.

He grins pulling you into yet another kiss.

“I guess it’s okay if you’re a little late to training today.” You say against his lips as he pulls you back to the bed.

[notroosterbradshaw]

Prompt 88: Kisses in which ‘i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you’‘ but the kiss proves the opposite.

PROMPT: 88. kisses in which ‘i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you’‘ but the kiss proves the opposite

thank you for this, Mak and @gretagerwigsmuse , fluff awaits!

The teasing was relentless.

And exhausting.

"Just ask her out, Rooster. Keep up your MO and someone else may swoop in while you're nestled all snug on your perch," Hangman catcalled as Rooster hoisted the ball down the beach into his tummy to shut him the fuck up. Rooster enjoyed seeing Hangman doubled over, a delighted smirk gracing his features.

God, if there was a more annoying motherfucker, Rooster had yet to find them.

Needing a time out and spotting you up the beach, Rooster sighed. It didn't make anything easier, no one was ever going to understand your friendship - he cherished it. It was purely platonic, non-sexual, he was your wingman, and you were his. All above board, just how you both liked it.

"Hey, you guys look like you're having fun," you smiled as Bradley trotted back down the beach, sweat and sand laced with his sunscreen, skin glistening as he collapsed on your beach towel. You hid your laugh at the dare he and Javy had given each other to find the tightest jeans they had and make jorts out of them for the day out.

You couldn't think of anything more uncomfy than wet, sandy jeans glued to your body. You handed him a beer from the cooler beside you. "Thank you," he said gratefully. "We gonna get you out there? Phoenix and Halo are having a go."

"Would rather die that play with you meatheads, but thank you," you laughed quietly as he grinned, and rolled to his back, hitched on his elbow, taking a welcome sip from the cool bottle.

"Who's winning?"

"Not a fuckin' clue," he admitted. "I'm just trying to bury Hangman," he wriggled his eyebrows as you laughed.

"I figured. Got him good before.”

"Yeah," Bradley grinned proudly. “Was fun.”

"I'm sure he did something to deserve it."

"Always," he confirmed.

"You can't be the bigger person?" you teased as he grinned wider.

"Nope," Rooster admitted, pulling a deep swill from the bottle. "Being the nice guy never got me anywhere before."

"What's he baiting you with?" you dared ask.

"You, the usual. Jesus Christ, he will never get off my ass about you," Rooster said like it was absolutely no big deal to him.

"Me?" you frowned, adjusting your shades over your eyes so you could watch him. It gave you heart palpitations to think his friends were on his case about you. You hoped and prayed it didn't make Rooster resent them, or you, though.

"They think we should date. They don't get it."

No shit, you thought dismally.

Argh, it was like a dagger to the heart. You knew Rooster had absolutely zero attraction to you. He loved that you were one of the guys. He loved that you could give him advice on the girls he fucked around with. He loved that you could drink whiskey together and talk shit all hours. The big problem was... Rooster didn't feel the way you did and he had absolutely no clue that you'd been keen on him for months (years) and it was starting to take its toll in a multitude of facets of your life.

"It's just so childish and ridiculous."

"Completely childish," you repeated and slowly added, "Ridiculous."

But it was no lie. Thinking about Bradley Bradshaw's lips, body and what it could do for you had started taking up a tremendous amount of your daydreams. Watching him lay beside you, looking like he did, only made you uncomfy.

"Maybe I’ll kiss you right now to prove I don’t feel anything for you," Rooster sipped his beer with a laugh. "Show them all we're just friends and maybe they will get off my ass."

"I don't think you need to do that - " you said as Rooster sat up and moved to his knees.

"No, seriously. We're friends, just imagine it's like kissing your brother," he said with a giggle, pulling your sunnies from your face as he tossed his glasses with yours. He was giddy, maybe even a little excited, to prove his hypothesis correct, you realised as he bounced a little. "Ready?"

"Not real - " you started but it was too late. He licked his lips and his soft mouth was on yours. It was just how you imagined it, even if there was more - oops, there you go. Tongue. Tongue?! You pulled away carefully as he apologised profusely.

"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry," Rooster said, urgently. He jumped away from you like he'd been electrified. You were embarrassed beyond belief - your first kiss with Rooster and it repulsed him.

"It's cool," you told him, grabbing your glasses and excusing yourself to take a dip in the water. Maybe a rip would catch you and drag you out, never to be seen again. Would certainly solve a lot of the problems you were currently facing and Rooster's kiss only compounded it.

He was repulsed by you, it was devastating to consider as your toes felt the first cool laps of water hit them. Anything to soothe your scorching body and you made your way out to your hips, the energy of the waves nothing like the energy coursing through your veins. His lips were so sweet, so soft. His tasted like his beer, but it was forgivable. His tongue was like velvet, you definitely didn't expect that. Soft, curious and everything you wanted your first kiss with him to be... except his reaction.

Letting the waves push you around a bit, you felt strong arms circle your middle and soft lips caress your shoulder. "Look at me and kiss me again," Bradley's voice begged softly. Demanding, a little deeper than usual. You turned to face him, his sunglasses still off his face and glaring with the afternoon sun. "Your lips felt so good," he breathed, his hands cool against you as he pulled you to him, he lifted you, your legs lifted in the weightlessness of the ocean and wrapped them around his middle.

"It'll change everything," you confided.

"Your kiss has already changed me," he breathed, his lips lowering to yours again. He knew he had you scared and surprised, but it didn’t stop him. He needed to know that your kiss felt as right as the first time. His hazel eyes fluttered closed as you tasted salt on his lips this time from the ocean spray. He adjusted his hips, nudging you to keep you close as his lips melded with yours, warm and wet. “More,” he whispered against your lips, opening his mouth to you, his teeth gently nipping your lips. His slippery tongue traced your lips and you eagerly greeted him, his tongue dancing with yours. 

His large hands pressed wide against your back, feeling as much skin as he could learn quickly. His nose bumped against yours as he deepened the kiss and you finally reached around him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He took it to slide his hands lower, hold your hips and pressed you further into his chest.

“Oh my God,” you managed as he did cease, his lips leaving yours and pressing gentle, feather-light touches across your cheeks to your jaw and into our pulse. “Bradley,” you sighed deeply through your nose. Your fingers pressed into his hair, grabbing at the curls as he moaned his mouth moving back to yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me it would feel this good?” he demanded you. 

“You needed to find out yourself,” you told him, head falling back as he kissed down your throat, licking and leaving a trail of saliva as the waves pushed into you but he kept you steady. “I was just waiting for you.”

“How long?”

“Months, years, always,” you confided as he groaned and met your lips again, all the politeness had left as your grip around him tightened. You could hear cheering and whooping from the beach and while you were embarrassed, you’d do anything to desperately cling on to the remains of this kiss. You reluctantly pulled back from him, twirling wet ringlets around your fingers. “Now what?” 

“Everything,” he figured, with a smile, his lips wet and swollen. “And Jesus, I cannot wait to kiss the rest.” 

A/N: the tag list no longer exists. To keep up to date, give @notroosterbradshaw-library a follow x

[wehaveimagineshere]

Hello there, Ren! I absolutely fell in love with your Carlos fic, so I'm here to ask for another one! The prompt I was thinking of is Carlos' s/o (gn preferably) comforting him through PTSD symptoms like a recurring nightmare or a flashback (cuz his backstory is insanely traumatic + the whole RC incident is bound to mess someone up). He's such a sweet guy who deserves more love, and I love the way you write him. I'll definitely be back for more from time to time. You both have a nice day!

Hi Anon! Thank you so much! <3 Carlos deserves so much love and I got so excited seeing another request for him! Yes, please, come back as often as those ideas hit! I can't wait to see you again (:

I hope you have a good day too! And a good week, cause you definitely made mine!

~*~*~

People never quite understand how suddenly things can change.

Movies have a build up, an obvious path from "here" to "there." The little easter eggs, the little foreshadowing, the description on the back of the case. But real life is never so simple.

A five year old could never understand why his mother pulls him from his bed in the middle of the night, tears streaming down her face. Her hushed but frantic whispering that everything would be alright as the door smashes open and hands drag both of them out into the living room.

The men, unfamiliar and smelling of sweat and blood, are just hazy silhouettes in his memories now, in his dreams. Silver moonlight glinting off their guns, mechanisms he'd glimpsed once in his older brother's hands but not knowing the name for at the time, pierce through the dark as more figures drag out the rest of his family.

As they drag out his older brother, who won't go down without a fight.

His dreams can never decide exactly how long that fight lasts. Seconds or minutes, all he knows is the blur of fists, the laughing and tauntings of the strange men, the screaming and pleading of his mother, and that one gunshot.

The gunshot that silences his mother as she wraps her body around his, as if she can hide him from the present, from the pain and confusion it'll bring. She can't cover his ears, though, as the wet thud of his lifeless brother hits the floor.

As the man with the gun aims it at his mother, quiet, dark words spitting from his mouth before he leaves, taking his gang with him.

His mother rocks, his small frame rocking with her, as she sobs into his torn and dirty shirt. As she mutters that signature "It's okay, we'll be okay," her fingers threading through his hair in an attempt to soothe.

A five year old child cannot comprehend death, killing, so he doesn't know to not look. To not peek through the curtain of his mother's hair to the heap on the floor. He doesn't understand why his brother doesn't move, why he--

But he does. It starts with a twitch of the fingers, then a spasm in the arms. Bracing his arms underneath him, his brother jerkily lifts himself up, saliva and blood dripping from his lips. And when he looks up...

It's the eyes of the dead. Milky white, skin ashen and sickly. He knows, then. Some deep, primal part of him knows that he's staring at his reaper, that his mother has no idea their deaths will come in the form of her own son, brought back by the devil himself.

His brother lunges, and he can do nothing as his mother screams, ripped away from him as blood spurts and bodies writhe as she tries to get away, as his brother clamps on with inhuman strength, teeth deep in her throat--

Carlos jerks away, air sawing into his lungs as his eyes dart about. Muscles tight, unsure if he should move or stay, he swings his head--

"Hey," comes a soft whisper. "You're alright, Carlos. You're okay."

"It'll be alright, little Carlos, we'll be okay."

Moving to stand but finding them bound, his shaking hands start yanking at the bindings.

"Carlos. Sweetie. You're in bed. You got tangled up in the blankets. You're okay. You're safe."

"Sweet little Carlos, mommy will protect you, it'll be okay."

The ripping of fabric finally makes him pause, heart slamming against his ribcage.

"Carlos. It was a dream. Just a dream. We're in bed, the doors are locked, it's just you and me."

Curling in on himself, he tries to focus on his breathing, to try not to hyperventilate.

You help walk him through it.

"Deep inhale through your nose, honey. Count to five. One. Two. Three. Four. Release. There you go. One more time. One. Two."

He follows your instructions the best he's able, clinging to the soothing sound of your voice, clinging to each count and exhale, and slowly, oh so slowly, the death grip on the ripped comforter relaxes.

"There you go. I have some water. Do you want some?"

It takes him a few seconds to nod.

"Alright. It's a glass. It's a little cool to the touch."

Shifting so he's facing you, the glass in your hand outstretched, he takes it and swallows deeply, not realizing how hot he is until the cold water slides down his chest, shocking his senses.

He puts the cool glass up against his sweat slicked forehead.

"It should be about three in the morning right now," you continue, feet tucked underneath you. "I turned on the light in the hallway and drew the right side of our curtains. I also got some towels."

Setting down the glass on his bedside table, he turns back to a hand towel laid neatly in front of your knees. Absently he reaches for it, dragging it across his brow.

"I can wet one or two if you need. Just let me know."

Exhaling, he finally attempts his voice. "I'm alright."

Deep, gravelly, haunted. He barely even recognizes it.

"I know, it's okay."

Lowering the towel, he holds out a hand, one you gingerly take. Tugging you close, he rests his forehead against the crook of your neck and inhales, the familiar, soothing scent of you wrapping around his heart.

"May I run my fingers through your hair?"

He nods. "I'm alright," he says again against your skin, the words a little more stable.

"Okay." You start at the base of his neck and run up, catching the small knots in his hair and gently working them out, nails softly scratching his scalp.

He practically melts, an arm snaking around your waist to draw you onto his lap. Wrapping your free hand around him, you rest your head against his as you keep threading your fingers through his hair, not caring how drenched in sweat he is.

Sweat can be washed off.

"When I say I'm the reason you never get any sleep," you hear him say, "I don't mean like this."

You huff a chuckle. "Nobody needs to know that. It'll remain our little secret."

There's an uncertain pause. "Thank you."

"Carlos. I told you I'd always be here for you, and I meant it." You kiss his temple. "I always mean it."

"I know. I just..." He squeezes you tight for just a moment.

You squeeze back. "We've all got our monsters under the bed. Some are just bigger than others. And thankfully, we share a bed now."

His lips brush your shoulder as he smiles. Lifting his head to place a kiss on your forehead, he moves down to your cheek, then captures your mouth.

It's soft and sweet, the kiss, the thank you that Carlos could never fully put into words. He pulls away for just a moment, to look into the eyes that have saved him time and time again, before drawing you in once more.

You place a hand against his cheek as he pulls away again, a palm he nuzzles into. The smile that blooms across your lips squeezes his heart, once again reminded of how lucky he is to hold you, kiss you, call you his.

"Think you'll be able to sleep?" you ask, the movement of your lips distracting.

"Not for a while," he replies.

"Well, we have more of that show we were watching."

He dips to your lips again and murmurs against them, "We're already in bed."

Your mouth quirk and you pull back to give him a look. "At the very least, you need to wipe all this sweat off."

The sly smirk that finds its way onto his lips feels right, a little more himself. "Just so you can get me all sweaty again?"

"So I know you're sweaty because of me," you respond without a beat, a playful grin brightening your face as you reach for a towel and smoosh his face in it.

"A cruel Majesty you are," comes the faux hurt muffled reply.

You kiss what you can only guess is his nose through the towel. "You love me though."

"I do."

Releasing the towel, your smile softens as you see the look on his face. The openness only you're allowed to witness. "Love you too, big guy."

[bittersweetastoria]

Prompt; “You know where to find me when you want to admit how badly you want me…”

Notes; Smut. Full frick smut. But cutesy, esp toward the end. Didn't proof it, cause I've read most of it like fifteen times trying to write it from the amount of times I started and stopped writing. So apologies for any mistakes. Anyways, Enjoy this mess.

“You know where to find me when you want to admit how badly you want me…” Blinking quick and hard, your breath caught in your throat as she pulled away from your ear. Not feeling her breath, her lips ghosting the skin there, sent a chill down your spine as you damn near just gawked at her. How were you supposed to reply to that? Could you even find your voice now? Simple answer to both: No. Not a chance. She knew this though. That devious smirk upon her gorgeous face said so as she backed away from you, her fingers wiggling at you in the way she always teasingly waved at people. God, She was going to be the death of you.

Looking around, fully expecting to see people watching you.. You’re shocked to find not a damn soul had been paying attention to the private yet all too intense moment you two had shared in the damn near middle of the dance floor. Your bodies twisted all up in each other.. Your hands all over each others bodies.. Her lips leaving a trail of fire down your neck and chest where they’d trailed everytime you dared to lean back against her as you two danced. If you could even call it dancing. Cause every action had a reaction and it was obvious where this was headed, only that wasn’t something you could rightfully do in public.. and she was a public figure that must keep a good public image. You knew that.

But when she’d pulled away inevitably, your body begged for her back instantly. But you knew better. This wasn’t smart. So you’d told her no when asked if you wanted to ‘get out of here’. You wanted to smack yourself for saying it the moment it passed your lips. Especially when she gave that look. The look that called you on your bullshit for saying you had a friend you couldn’t vanish on AND needed to be up early.. Such over kill. One lie would’ve been enough. “Sure babygirl, if that’s the story you’re going with.” She teased, rolling her eyes playfully as she had leaned in and said those words that left you speechless. You hadn’t seen it then, but she’d slipped her spare room key into your jacket pocket as she left.

Only a few moments had passed since. The next song was barely to the chorus when your feet found the will to move and exit the dance floor the opposite way she had moments before. Your eyes, without your permission might you add, searched for the dark angel you’d turned down but to no avail. She’d slipped back into the darkness just has she had emerged from it. You hadn’t imagined that, right? For the love of all that was holy and unholy, it couldn’t have been just your mind. It just, couldn’t. That was all too real. Your heart was still freaking racing for Christ’s sake! And that throbbing ache.. No. You hadn’t done that to yourself. No way. It had to be real. She was real. She had to be!

Shaking your head from the swirl of thoughts going on within it. You reached for your lip product, fingers enclosing around a card of some type instead when you reached into your jacket pocket. Pulling the plastic out, you scowl at the unfamiliar plastic card as you read the card entirely. Forward and backward. Was this? Shit. It had to be. She’d slipped her hotel key into your pocket before leaving. That devious.. “Miss? This is for you.” The bartender handed over a piece of paper and a drink, one identical to the one you’d gotten when you walked in over an hour ago now. “Uh, thank you.” You speak up as you took both, he just nodded and motioned for you to read the note before scurrying off.

Opening up the piece of paper, your teeth capture your bottom lip and begin chewing on it as you held the paper in one hand - sloshing the drink around it's glass with the other. "Don’t make me wait too long, babygirl. We both know you want to, so just say fuck it and come to my room.” It read, by the end of reading it you were sipping the alcohol in hand as your fingers tapped the glass and you folded the paper back before pocketing it with the plastic key card. “Fuck it.” You spoke aloud before downing the drink and leaving the glass at the bar corner. “Thank you!” You call to the dude who gave you the drink and note before you ran out the door.

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Walking down the hallway of the fourth floor, your eyes scanned each door number for the number that matched the one on the key card in your hand. As you got further down, your eyes didn’t find the door number.. they found the dark Angel herself. “About damn time.” She spoke with a smirk as she leaned against the doorway, arms folded as she watched you approach her. When you were within reach, she grabbed your arm and pulled you inside with her before kicking the door shut and trapping you against the wall behind it. “You gonna admit it now babygirl?” She asked against your ear, feeling her lips against it sent shivers down your spine as you uneasily shifted against the wall. It wasn’t about her actions, it was all about the fire and desire she set ablaze within you doing so.

“Admit what?” You ask curiously, eyes wide and innocent. Tilting your head to the side, you lick your lips as you watch her smirk widen as she shook her head at you. “So that’s how it is.. alright, two can play that game.” Rhea spoke, already trailing her lips down from your ear down the base of your neck. It wasn’t long before she found that sweet spot right in the crook of your neck, that left you wiggling between her and the wall. Once she found it, there was no mercy to be had. “What g-game?” You manage to stutter out, arms bracing yourself on the wall as she kissed down your chest continuing on down your belly pulling your shirt out of the way as she did so. Fingers sliding under your skirt, they easily found home over your moist panties where they slipped over your heated core to tease you causing your knees to buckle.

Chuckling at her effect, Rhea stood back up and quickly scooped you from your feet. Cradling you in her arms, she grinned playfully as she quickly walked you both over to the bed and put you down by tossing you playfully on the bed. “Come back hereee.” You pout, batting your lashes at her as she stands at the foot of the bed admiring how you landed.. Hair messy and fanned around you like a halo. Shirt exposing your belly just a little. Your skirt, perfectly showing off your bottom half with how near transparent your panties had become under her spell. Rhea shook her head, amusement coloring her features as she licked her lips and turned away. Doing so had you up on your knees, crawling to the foot of the bed to see what she was doing just around the corner in some bag. You waited a moment, before pulling some ninja shit and creeping up behind her. In one swift move, you were on her back - legs locked around her waist. “Unfair darling.” Was the only response you got as she managed to easily pull you around to her front instead and pressed a heated kiss to your lips as she walked you both back to the bed.

Next thing you knew, your body was hard pressed upon the bed again. Only this time, there was no getting up because she was on top of you - and obviously stronger. “We really shouldn’t talk about what’s fair..” you spoke up, biting your lip hard as she kissed down your neck again lingering on your sweet spot as you wiggled beneath her. Your hands dared to roam between you tugging her shirt up in the process as she nimbly worked around yours which she held scrunched in the middle of your chest as she kissed across one breast to the other. “Like you’re complaining.” She teased, her piercing eyes daring to look up at you with that playful little smirk upon her lips. Kicking at her playfully, she catches your leg and works her way up it until she finds your ass and cups it mischievously for a moment before finding the top of your panties. “Feel free to object now if you’d like.” She added, hoping you wouldn’t but still giving you the chance. She wasn’t sure she’d be entirely able to stop after this point. You’d had her worked up since the moment her eyes landed on you at the club. She’d known she had to have you, even if just for a night. And the boys had been all too happy to find their own fun tonight to let her have hers.

Without a word, your digits close around hers and lifted your ass up to help ease your moist panties from your body as you chewed your bottom lip and kept your gaze on her. You didn’t just want this. You needed this. You needed her. This little game you two were playing was driving you mad. You needed her lips on your body again, her fingers against your heated and all too eager core - or better yet, in it. The thought was oh so heavenly and sinful all at once. Rhea tossed your panties to the floor, as you sat up and damn near ripped her shirt off her body before pressing your own against hers again capturing her lips as she chuckled. Happy to know you wanted this as bad as she did. As your kiss grew more heated, her strong hands found home between your thighs. Fingers playing within your wetness, teasing your little button before slipping into your tight wet core. Instinctively a little growl left her throat as she pushed you back into the bed again, hovering on top of you - your chests against each other, making her feel just how much of an effect she had on you from your racing heart beat and quickening breath. “P-please..” You begin once her lips trail down to your chest again, not even sure what you were saying. But her fingers within you felt like the highest form of ecstasy, her lips on your skin left a trail of fire you never wanted to extinguish.. Your fingers found the sheets, clutching them tight as she curled her digits within you.. Next thing you knew, her mouth was on your soaked pussy licking and playing as her fingers worked their magic bringing little mewls and moans from your pretty little mouth.

“Please what kitten?” Rhea asked playfully, licking your cunt right after which caused a shudder to spasm through your body as your toes curled. You were so damn close to coming.. so close to your undoing. But she wasn’t really ready to give you that. It was too enjoyable to watch you writhe, to watch you beg for her. “Tell mami what you want and /maybe/ she’ll give it to you.” She purred, another lick to your core only this time coupled with her fingers wiggling against that perfect little spongey spot within your heated core. You couldn’t think anymore. Only thing on your brain was cumming.. Her making you do it.. The image of her cleaning you up danced just out of reach as you pouted and moaned. “Mami..” You begin, barely able to move to see her as you now clutched your tender and neglected breasts. “Please make me cum, mami.” You beg, her free hand reaching up to squeeze one of your breasts as she grinned at you. “Good girl. Don’t hold back, okay?” As soon as you nodded, her hand slipped from your breast to your thigh. That hand held you tight and steady, opening you up more for her as she inserted another finger into your needy little cunt and began stroking the insides as she had before. Her mouth back on your little button, tongue flicking against it - you could even feel her tongue ring moving as she did.

All of it drove you mad, and in no time did she have you cumming hard and fast against her face. Your cunt bucking against her face as you screamed for your Mami, body shaking hard as you rode out your high of ecstasy upon her face. As your eyes opened again, you look down in time to see her wipe you from her face and lick it off her fingers. That alone damn near had you ready to jump her again. “God, you taste good.” She commented as she noticed you watching her. You blush hard, legs instinctively trying to close now that she’d let go finally. You were sure you’d have bruises from how hard she held you when your body tried so so hard to close up when you came. But you didn’t care. She wasn’t having it though, she moved closer in to avoid you closing them and pulled you to her. “You ever taste yourself baby?” When you shook your head, she smirked and reached down - sliding her digits through your wetness causing you to shutter before bringing her fingers to your lips. Instinctively your lips wrap around her digits, sucking them clean as you hum and she moans watching you.

When her eyes closed, probably replaying events or maybe she just really got off on licking things.. Oh knows? But you took this shot. Your only shot, at turning the tables on her and pushing her onto the bed before placing yourself - messy core and all on top of her to /try/ and keep her down. “It’s Mami’s turn.” You smirk, already undoing her jeans and pulling them apart as she crossed her arms behind her head and laid her head on them. “I’m already a mess baby.” She admitted. Could she get off again, despite having basically done so when she got you off? Oh definitely. But she was a giver, and got off most on pleasing and dominating others. Something about you on top of her though.. Shaking her head, she leaned up and tugged your shirt off leaving you in nothing but that little pink bra she had off in seconds to smoother herself between them. “Wanna try something? It’s grantees we’ll both fully get off again..” Rhea offered, her piercing eyes looking up at you as she kissed and nipped along your breasts causing your wetness to drip upon her lap where your slid when she sat up all too easily. Damn her strength.. but also bless it, because fuck.

“Try what?” You ask curiously, a little too much innocence in your voice caused her to chuckle before leaning up to kiss your lips. “I have a strap babes, I want you to ride me.” She spoke, licking your lips playfully before reaching for something a bit out of their way on the bed. Had she snuck that up when she brought you back to bed? Damn. You hadn’t noticed. At all. Playfully nipping at her tongue, you moved back to give her space to grab the strap and put it on however she needed to. You couldn’t help but grin, chewing your bottom lip again as she stripped from her pants and put the strap on over her clearly wet boxers. You’d done that? Shit. Watching intently, you’d let your mind wonder as she laid back down and for comfy again. “Come ride mami baby girl.” She purred, that little smirk all you need d to climb back onto her. You hovered, trusting her to insert the fake dick into your waiting core. Sinking down upon it, you leaned into her. Your chests meeting, Lips pressed in heated passion against hers as you adjusted to the straps girth and length. “That’s it. Good girl.” She purred, kissing down your jaw then along your neck as she used her hands on your hips to slowly help you begin moving.

Once you got going, she laid back against the pillow and crossed her arms under her head to watch you have your fun. Licking your lips, you found a pace and began riding her strap. Your lust filled eyes locked on her mirroring one’s, hands upon her tight muscular stomach for leverage - riding up more with each passing moment. “God, You’re fuckin gorgeous y/n.” Rhea spoke after a few minutes, enjoying every moment of you on top but the friction was getting to her and she needed her sinful angel below her again. All too easily, she flipped you both over with a playful smirk upon her lips as she leaned in to kiss you again. Her mouth smothering your little scream as she rammed the strap on into your needy little cunt over and over. All too easily bringing you both to the edge, you with her trusty helpful friend and her with the friction and simply watching you come undone for her all over again. “Mami..” You warned, unable to say anything else through your heavy breathing and moans. Locking her digits around yours, she stroked hard into you - once.. twice.. three times and you were screaming, juices pouring out of your around the strap onto the bed and her as she stilled within you, cumming herself from watching you fall apart.

Moments passed. Heavy breathing all that could be heard. Your body was hyper sensitive, so as Rhea slowly moved to be beside you - your body shuttered at the loss of over all contact. One moment, connected every way possible just about - the next, nothing. Years of neglect and misuse from previous partners, crept up and over took your entire being. Rhea let out a satisfying huff, her eyes catching whatever your face decided to show caused her brows to frow as she took your hand back in hers and kissed it. “Penny for your thoughts, gorgeous?” She asked a bit worried, your eyes turned to meet hers. They shifted from her eyes to your entwined fingers and back again before a small smile crossed your features. “That was amazing.” You spoke up finally, giggling a bit as you blushed and tried to hide behind your all too wild sex hair. Rhea laughed, shaking her head as she sat up and uncovered your face. “Don’t you dare. I want to see that beautiful face, especially when I know I’m the reason it’s damn near glowing right now.” She teased, pulling you up to press her lips to yours for a moment. “Ima shower right quick, if you wanna join me.. If not, keep your cute little ass right here. I don’t do that fuck and leave bullshit. I like cuddles as much as the next girl yano.” She spoke, your eyes noticing how she seemed to glow now too.

You loved it. If you could glow for her, and be her angel. She could so glow for you, and be your dark angel. “I’ll think about it.” You answer, leaning in to kiss her again. This time playfully nipping at her bottom lip, causing her to growl in response. “You’re gonna be the death of me babes.” Rhea spoke as you pulled away and sprawled back out on the bed. Hiding absolutely nothing from her now. “I’ve been saying that since I met you.” You teased back, poking your tongue out at her as she shook her head - forcing herself to walk away before you could get her going all over again. While she had fun and loved the sex, and so wanted more eventually, she really did want cuddles and just company she didn’t have to rough house and be a guy around. And honestly, she wanted to get to know the angel who’d called for her out on the dance floor tonight. Something in her universe shifted when she spotted you out there looking like a goddess. And though unbeknownst to her, your entire world shifted tonight as well..

[callsign-joyride]

Hi, Kira! For the Fluffy Fall Fantasy, how about number 11 with Coyote?

Delicate | Javy “Coyote” Machado

Summary: You have the night off, so Phoenix and Rooster invite you and Javy to Hard Deck night as a couple.

Content warnings: Mentions of working in the NICU, drinking

Prompt: 11. Sender nestles back against the receiver, pressing backwards so that they’re snug against one another.

A/N: This one was so short, oh my gosh. I also uploaded this on my iPad so my apologies if the formatting looks weird. Hope you enjoy, Emily!

This was written for my Fluffy Fall Fantasy event. Feel free to send in requests!

You had the night off, which didn’t happen often because of your job as a NICU nurse. The main reason you had the night off was because you were on call, but you weren’t complaining. You were in the Dagger Squad group chat as an honorary member because you had been dating Javy for so long, so you saw the messages come in when he mentioned that you had the night off. Everyone (mostly Phoenix and Rooster) wanted you to come hang out at The Hard Deck, but there was no pressure. It was one of your favorite places to go in general, because of how different the environment was compared to working in the NICU.

You waved to Phoenix and Javy made his way over to you, putting his credit card on the bar so that you could order a drink and start a tab. Penny quickly got your drink ready and you walked over to the pool tables where the rest of the group was. You were invited to play a round with Fanboy, but you politely declined because pool wasn’t really your thing. Phoenix and Bob were leaning against the wall as you talked to them.

The night wore on and you had a few more drinks, doing some shots with Phoenix and Payback. It was nearing midnight when people started leaving, including some of the other members of the Dagger Squad. Javy was playing pool with Hangman and you decided to go over to them with your gin and tonic in hand. He had made a good shot when you tapped him on the shoulder and stood with your back against his chest. It was fairly obvious that you were tipsy, if not drunk, even though you had been eating while you were drinking. Javy could tell, so he wrapped his arms around you and let you lean into him more.

“Do you wanna go home?” He whispered into your ear. You nodded your head and handed the rest of your drink to Phoenix before saying goodbye to everyone. Javy grabbed his card from Penny and thanked her before leaving a tip and guiding you out of the bar while holding your hand. The drive home was fairly quiet, but you were both tired.

Almost as soon as you walked through the front door, you took your shoes off and headed for the bedroom to get ready for bed. Javy watched with adoration in his eyes as you took your makeup off and brushed your teeth before throwing on one of his t-shirts. He plugged your phone in as you climbed into bed and turned the lamp on your nightstand off. You drank a glass of water before going to the bathroom for the last time and finally deciding that it was time to go to bed. Javy tightly wrapped his arms around you before pulling a blanket over the two of you.

“You had a good time, right?” He asked. You smiled and kissed his hand.

“Yeah. I always do. You know that.”

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

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Beatrice’s shift at the bar that night was…very calm. She assumed it was because of the rain so the usual Hard Deck patrons weren’t there. After talking to her parents to keep an eye on the kids at home, she felt very at ease.

“Penny,” she says to her boss, placing an empty tray on the counter, “I need three of the usuals for the table on the corner, please.” she taps her fingers, chewing her lower lip, “It’s a bit…empty tonight,no?”

Penny sighs through her nose while filling the glass mugs with the chosen beer, her eyebrows scrunched just a bit, “A little yes.” Beatrice blinks at how her boss’ sudden short sentence made her lean back in surprise, Penny looked so…bothered by something. “Here.” she slides the drinks on the tray, eyes moving somewhere else entirely.

“...thank you Penny.” Bea whispers, tucking a strand of hair that fell from her bun, “Are you alright?”

“Yes,I am.”

Beatrice nods with her eyes still on Penny, offering her a small, understanding smile, “Okay,Penny, please let me know if you need any help?” another nod and Bea walks away serve the table.

Once she’s distant from Penny but close enough to Shells, she cautiously approaches the blonde until their shoulders are touching, playing it off she was helping her clean this table. “Shells.” she whispers, flicking her gaze to where Penny was, still looking bothered, “What’s wrong with Penny? She seems upset.”

Shells blue eyes, the same blue from her aunt, moved to Bea then back to where her aunt was briefly, “I think she’s bothered because…well, those suits keep bothering her,”

“Still?”

“Yeah!Can you believe it?” Shells mutters, still furiously cleaning the same spot with her rag and giving Bea the empty glasses there to open the space, “They’ve been calling her nonstop and auntie Penny said if they ever showed up here she’d call the cops.”

Bea hums, green eyes looking down at her feet as she thought about that piece of information, “...I don’t get why they want the Hard Deck so badly.”

“It’s a great spot.” Shells replies, leaning forward a bit to clean the furthest end of the table, groaning at the stretch, “We have loyal clientele, we also are one of the closest bars to the base. The amount of income The Hard Deck makes is really–” she lowers her voice “Really good.”

“Still, that’s pretty weird.”

“I mean,aunt Penny said no already and they still keep bothering her.” she shrugs, “They can always try but there’s no one more stubborn than my aunt and she’s going to shove her foot down and deep into an open wound so they don’t bother her again.” and Bea knew that to be true, she knew Penny was strong like that.

It just unnerved her how some people don’t back down.

Like Miranda.

She did lose her giant skeleton because of the rain,it tumbled down and broke in the middle of the road which prompted the neighbors closest to her to remove it before she had any say in it. Bea was just glad there was no ominous presence looking over at her house anymore, it lasted four days and that was more than enough.

But this whole thing,she wondered if this was just the trials and tribulations that the universe decided to throw her way,well, her and Rooster. They haven’t spoken for a few days so he was unaware of the whole skeleton drama and what Miranda’s been doing around their neighborhood.

Which prompted the next question:

“Did you talk to Bob?” the brunette asks and watches as Shells slowly straightens up and looks over at her, “These past days?”

“No, the last thing we talked about was the uh…the thing. A few days ago.” she keeps her voice quiet and she’s thankful that the jukebox was still going so no one could hear them, “Did you talk to Rooster?”

“No,” and god she missed him so much, this deployment was one of the hardest ones,she had to admit. She’s been hugging his pillow every night and that’s been helping her sleep better and making her actually rest. “...They are probably really busy lately.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

Shells purses her lips, “...our break is in a few minutes so.” she nods to the employee room as she grabs the tray from Beatrice’s hands, “Meet you there?”

Bea blinked but nodded gently, “Yes,sure.” she clears her throat,waiting until Shells was talking to Penny to finally walk to the opposite direction, the rain outside made it impossible for them to leave and talk,so this was their safest option. She unlocks the little break room and steps inside.

It wasn’t that big, it was one of the offices that ended up turning into a storage room for the toiletries and utensils around the bar. She moves further into the room, bumping her elbow against a shelf and rubbing the sore spot immediately while waiting for Shells’ entrance.

The blonde wanders in minutes later, locking the door behind her, “Girl.” she exhales, “What the fuck is this mission?” Bea was about to reply but her friend cut her off, “Something is so off.”

“Hah, yeah, tell me about it–”

“I mean,I am just out here, getting information.” Shells says, hands on her chest, “But like, don’t you think this mission just feels really,REALLY weird?”

Beatrice sighed, sinking into one of the worn-out chairs in the break room. Shells perched on the edge of a table, her gaze fixed on Bea, awaiting an answer. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the weight of unspoken concerns settling between them.

"Yeah, Shells, it's... it's weird. Everything feels off lately," Beatrice admitted, running her fingers through her hair. "I mean, first, there's this breach situation that Rooster is dealing with, and now, the Hard Deck is dealing with these persistent suits who won't take no for an answer."

Shells nodded in agreement, her expression mirroring the unease Bea felt. "And don't even get me started on Miranda and her Halloween obsession. I swear, that giant skeleton was haunting my dreams ever since you told me about it."

Beatrice chuckled, the tension momentarily easing. "Tell me about it. I'm just glad it's gone now. But seriously, with Rooster being on this mission and all these strange things happening, it's hard not to feel like we're in the middle of some cosmic chaos."

Shells tilted her head, studying Beatrice. "Have you talked to Rooster about any of this? I mean, about the breach, the weird suits, Miranda's antics?"

Beatrice sighed, her gaze dropping to the floor. "No, not really. Our calls have been brief, and I didn't want to burden him with all these neighborhood dramas. He has enough on his plate with the mission."

Shells nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I get that.I don’t wanna share this with Bob either.” she leans on the table there, then jumps when a box of napkins topples to the ground, “Damn, fucking napkins- what’s your opinion on this? I asked Evelyn about it but you know how she is,right?”

"Evelyn is... cautious," Beatrice began, choosing her words carefully. "She grew up in a Navy household, so her default mode is often 'need-to-know.' She's not one to jump to conclusions or entertain wild theories. It's both a strength and a limitation."

Shells nodded, her eyes narrowing in thought. "Yeah, like she has this wall, you know? Protecting herself from getting too deep into things that might not directly concern her."

"Exactly," Beatrice affirmed. "And it's not a bad approach, especially in this situation. But...she seems suspicious enough to mention it to me." she shrugs, “I mean,she doesn’t know what's going on, not really…even if her father is the Vice-Admiral,I doubt he’d share it with her.”

Shells huffs, rubbing her forehead, “I guess so…” she frowns, “...do you–I mean, do you think that…this whole thing is a huge test?”

“It’s a lot of work for just a test,Shells.”

Shells leaned back, her eyes fixed on the flickering fluorescent lights above. "I mean, sure, it's a lot of work for a test."

Beatrice sighed, contemplating the possibilities. "I don't know, Shells. It's hard to wrap my head around everything."

Shells nodded in agreement. "And what's with the breach? It's not the usual security hiccup. Rooster and the guys seems genuinely concerned about it."

Beatrice tapped her fingers rhythmically on the table, a telltale sign of her deep contemplation. "Yeah,I know…I just,from here,so far away, is there anything we can do?"

“Well…we’re not Navy officials Bea.” Shells shrugs “We are married- well you and Ev are, I’m dating Bob - to Navy personnel so…”

Beatrice really hated feeling so lost.

-

Meanwhile,Rooster was still trying to wrap his head on the wreckage scene. He contacted his superiors who,honestly offered him no help in that regard. Basically just ‘shrugged’ and said they’d ‘talk back when they have more information.

The lack of assistance from his superiors only fueled Rooster's determination to uncover the truth. He knew that in the world of covert operations and intelligence, information was often compartmentalized, and not everyone was privy to the complete picture. 

He jumps when he hears a door open, snapping his head back so hard his neck cracked and at the door, stood Jake who looked just as scared as he was “...Easy there,man,relax, it’s me.”

Rooster exhaled, a tension he hadn't fully realized gripping him releasing as he recognized Jake. The dim light in his office flickered, casting a play of shadows on the walls, "Sorry, Jake. It's been a long day."

Jake, his second-in-command and a trusted ally, stepped further into the room. "Long day is an understatement. What's going on with the higher-ups? Any word on the wreckage?"

Rooster rubbed his temples, weariness etched across his features. "Nothing substantial. They're playing the waiting game, telling me to be patient. But I can't afford to wait. I need answers."

Jake nodded, licking his lips "You know.” and he rubs his chin, “...I could always contact Cyclone directly…he is my father in law after all. And he’s a vice admiral.”

Rooster considered Jake's suggestion, then frowned, looking to the side “Yeah…I haven’t talked to him in a while…hm.” he rubs his chin, “...I…I think I’ll talk to him, yes.See what he can say.”

Jake remains there, “I’ll also have you know that, we’ll back you up if anything happens.” he is neutral, his voice quiet, but it means ‘if someone fucks you up, we’ll be there to punch back without hesitation’.

"Thanks, Jake. I'll reach out to Cyclone and see if he can shed some light on this situation. In the meantime, keep the team on standby. We might be diving deeper into this than we initially thought."

Jake saluted, a gesture of solidarity. "You got it, Rooster. We're ready for whatever comes our way."

With that, Jake left the room, leaving Rooster alone with his thoughts. He pondered the complexities of the situation, the layers of deception that seemed to shroud the unexplained wreckage. The room felt suffused with tension, a reflection of the uncertainties that lingered in the air.

As Rooster contemplated his next steps, he decided to reach out to Cyclone. Rooster dialed Cyclone's number, the soft hum of the connection resonating through the room. After a few rings, Cyclone's voice crackled through the line. "Rooster, it's been a while. What…makes you call my personal phone?”

The familiarity in Cyclone's voice eased some of the tension in Rooster's shoulders. "I…apologize sir but we've encountered a situation during a mission, and the higher-ups are keeping things tight-lipped. I was hoping you might have some insight."

Cyclone's tone shifted, "What's going on?"

Rooster proceeded to recount the events leading to the discovery of the mysterious wreckage. He shared the details of the scouting mission, the anomalies detected, and the subsequent investigation that had unearthed more questions than answers.

As Rooster spoke, Cyclone listened attentively. The subtle hum of electronic devices and distant chatter in the background indicated the busy atmosphere of a military command center. Cyclone's questions were incisive, delving into the specifics of the mission and the geopolitical implications.

"Hm."

“Sir?”

“...It was a trap you all evaded quickly. Nice thinking Lieutenant.” 

Cyclone's acknowledgment carried a weight of approval. "I am…however surprised they didn’t tell you about this. We got information about these traps a few days ago." another heavy pause “...the people responsible were the same ones from your last mission, remember?”

How could he not?

Rooster hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "I…see sir…what do you suggest we do then?"

Cyclone fell into a momentary silence before responding, "I will…talk to whoever is not giving you all information. This shouldn’t have happened.”

"Thank you, sir. We need all the information we can get to navigate through this mess.I…appreciate it." Rooster responded, shoulders relaxing.

Cyclone acknowledged the sentiment. "You've always had a knack for seeing through the smoke and mirrors, Rooster. It's why I assigned you to these missions. I'll get to the bottom of why you were kept in the dark. Until then,Lt."

As the call ended, Rooster leaned back in his chair, contemplating the information shared and just melts on his chair, absolutely spent.

“Fuck.”

[bisamwilson]

…out of envy or jealousy. for sambucky or any sam ship you'd like :D

#46: ...out of envy or jealousy (this turned out pretty sambuckyquin i'm ngl)

Joaquín's been getting a bit bold as of late.

He'd known the baby falcon had had a thing for Sam this whole time, of course, had watched him flirt and blush his way through every conversation back when Sam and himself were still firmly just frenemies.

It had been kind of fun to watch then, is still kind of fun to watch now, even though Bucky's less and less sure with each new flirty remark that Joaquín's not actually trying to shoot his shot.

Bucky trusts Sam. He knows they're solid. They've even talked about Joaquín's obvious crush on occasion, though it's pretty obvious to the both of them each time that the conversation's still ongoing.

Bucky's a little tipsy tonight though, halfway to drunk off that heavy Asgardian ale he really never should have touched, and he's teetering over the line of annoyance.

Joaquín's an affectionate drunk, as he and Sam are both learning tonight.

He's got an arm around Sam on the couch they're sitting on, and is leaning over on him, his head on his shoulder. Sam's got that amused look in his eyes he gets when Bucky is being particularly ridiculous or stubborn about something that doesn't actually matter, and something flares a little hot in his stomach at seeing it aimed at someone else.

Whatever Joaquín's saying is being mumbled into Sam's shoulder, so Bucky doesn't actually hear their conversation till he gets up closer.

"...look so amazing when you're flying, Sam," he says, voice filled with awe. "You always look so beautiful up there."

Bucky sees green. "He does, doesn't he?" he says sincerely, hoping Sam can't hear any trace of jealousy in his voice. He sits down on Sam's other side, pressing their legs as close together as he can, and tilts Sam's head towards him. "Every day I wonder how I got so lucky."

He leans in, then, capturing Sam's lips with his own. He makes a bit of a show of it, admittedly, parting his lips and pulling Sam's head in closer. He kisses him for just a little too long to be polite, but not too long it can't be explained away by the last drink he'd downed.

It's not quite long enough to really savor the taste of the whiskey Sam's been nursing on his own tongue, but he figures they've got all night for that later.

He pulls back slowly, relishing in the way it takes Sam just a moment too long to open his eyes after, and places his hand down on Sam's thigh, entirely too high up not to be deliberate.

When Sam turns back to Joaquín, just on the side of dazed, Bucky turns towards him too, smug and satisfied.

He finds the baby bird staring back at him already, his eyes wide and his lips parted as he looks between them both, breath a little heavier as his gaze catches on Sam's chest, on Bucky's arms, on the edge of a hickey poking out from under the collar of Bucky's shirt.

Bucky moves his hand up even higher on Sam's thigh.

They might just have to revisit that Joaquín conversation again, he thinks.

send me a ship and a number and i'll write a kiss!

[harri-etvane]

The hug prompts - I NEED no 36 from you, I know you will absolutely destroy me with it, but still, it's worth it 😁

Hope this one is ok - thanks for asking love & sorry for taking so long, I dithered over it so much xx

36. I thought you were dead hug;

The days have blurred into one, long stretch of agony - an unfocused ache that fills his heart, his head, the very centre of him. His very purpose has been torn away. He responds numbly to the needs of his own body when reminded; sleeping, showering, eating in miniscule fragments of time that still feel too long, as though it is too much time wasted on himself - what if something has changed while I am gone; what if he is better, what if he is worse - it runs through him like a wound, deep and unhealed.

He takes a two minute shower with the water at a temperature that should be uncomfortable, vaguely recognising that the water is cold, too cold as it trickles between his shoulder blades, down his chest, pooling at his feet. He looks at his hands, the skin raw, the nails scrubbed clean and watches them shake with a loose sense of detachment as though they do not belong to him.

He dries, then dresses slowly, as though it is somehow too much of a monumental effort to do something so simple- a thin t-shirt, a loose pair of khaki trousers, his socks, his boots. Glancing vaguely into the mirror, he scratches at his unshaven jaw, notes dully that the pallor of his own face seems to have shifted from green to grey, his cheeks sunken. He turns away from himself; pushing the door open, standing for a moment in the bare corridor.

The sound of voices suddenly overwhelms him, of hurrying feet, a doctor he recognises from the persistent visits over the last four, five, days hurtling past him with a sour, grim expression and he feels his heart sink through the floor, a rushing sound in his ears.

“What–” his voice sounds strange in the fluorescent, dry air, rough from days of quiet.

No-one responds to the question he cannot bring himself to ask.

Please.

Not him.

Please.

Please let it be because he is better, not worse.

Please let it be because he is awake, talking, well again - please.

Not worse.

He pushes through the sudden sea of people, the noise, the chatter, the tide pushing back against him until finally; the door, the room he’s spent the last days in, the chair, the bed, Volodymyr–

A pair of soft brown eyes, lucid now, gentle; a small, familiar smile.

“V-V..” his name won’t come, not now. He’s said it so many times over the last week that he’s lost count - a plea, a prayer, and now; the syllables lie on his tongue, unsaid. He doesn’t think, every movement, every thought now on instinct as he reaches forward and gathers Volodymyr to him, regardless of their surroundings. His fingertips press against his ribcage beneath the bandages and bloodstained gauze, holding him as gently as he can, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin, the present, noisy thump of his heartbeat, the thrum of his pulse, not measured by some unfeeling machine, but by the soft press of his palm.

“I thought–  I thought–” His voice cracks in two, his face buried into Volodymyr’s shoulder.

“It’s okay-”  Vova’s words are hoarse, cloaked in pain that he is too tired now to hide. His small, quivering hand rests lightly at the back of Maksym’s head, stroking the nape of his neck.

“I thought you were–” the last word comes on a whisper. "Gone--"

“Maks. It's okay.”

[firstelevens]

hi zainab!! sambucky and sugar for the prompt thing? 👀

Hi Mak! Thank you for the prompt!!! Here’s some sentences that made me sad to write.

The good thing about a Scottish university town is that almost everyone is too busy rushing somewhere to be all that bothered about an American tourist hanging out in the outlet-free corner of a coffee shop, fussing with the sugar packets and glancing at the door every other minute.

Sam went in there determined not to feel any particular way about Bucky Barnes, but he should’ve known it would be impossible.

All it takes is one whiff of that stupid old school cologne and an aching, murmured, “I missed you,” and all of Sam’s resolve melts away.

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

Hello! I don't know how this works, but anyways, I wanna make a request n.n

Can you do any character you like X neighbor who's sensitive to loud sounds?

If you don't want to feel free to ignore xD Thanks!

No worries at all, thanks for requesting!! <3 /p

I’ll just do this with Wally since I’m itching to write for him rn :] if you’d like to see a specific character later on feel free to re-ask!! /nf

Catastrophic Cacophony

Wally x GN!Reader Who’s Sensitive to Loud Sounds!

Headcanon format (.. Drabble length. I am a fool.. /lhj) , relation can be interpreted by reader!

As long as you could remember, loud noises got to you. Whether they startled you, or however you reacted, they got to you. It’s just how you were, which is perfectly okay! But to say it didn’t pose an issue sometimes would be.. difficult.

From a particularly loud laugh from a friend, or a screechy microphone at an assembly, to concerts, to movie theatres— loud was everywhere. It could be mediated with headphones, of course, but it was still everywhere. So when you moved into the quaint, sleepy neighbourhood? It was quite relieving!

Sure, the denizens would sometimes get a bit rowdy and loud— but they all seemed to understand if you withdrew, or needed a break— which was very relieving! Besides, they weren’t too loud— nothing going inside your quaint little home couldn’t remedy!

Today was one of those days. The sounds had piled up, and it somewhat felt like everything kept getting louder. Sure, you could maybe brush off the occasional screech— even if it rustled your jimmies a bit (/j), but today? Far too much, far too fast.. So off you took! Bidding the others farewell, you’d take off— taking to idly strolling around the town, today!

As you took a moment to breathe in the newfound silence, settling on one of the rickety, brightly coloured benches of the town— you’d soon hear a small creak from its backrest. This was soon followed by a familiar voice, slow and quiet.

“Helloo.”

It was none other than Wally. His impeccably quiet walking had gotten the better of your senses today— ignoring the fact you.. weren’t actually too sure where he showed up from!

Peeking up, you’d give a brief smile and a hushed greeting before looking away from his unwavering gaze. Slightly intimidating, but by now you knew he meant no harm!

“Do you mind.. if I join you, neighbour?”

You glance over again, immediately meeting his gaze again, and give a small nod. Soon, he’d settle on the bench beside you.

Over time, you had noticed that he seemed to notice your issues— though it wasn’t like you tried to really hide them all too much, anyhow. You noticed as, when he was alone with you, he seemed to make an extra effort to not be loud— which wasn’t too hard for the puppet, anyhow, but I digress.

His voice wouldn’t raise much further beyond his normal talking voice, and his tone would stay steady— never skipping up too high. He wasn’t really sure if pitch got to you, too, but better safe than sorry! Not like he minded to speak somewhat flatly, anyhow— it was already how he spoke, to an extent!

Seemingly, though, he had just followed you out here for your company. He didn’t mind comfortable silence, and he surely hoped you didn’t, too.

Even if that silence was.. a smiiidge less comfortable due to the fact, unless he got momentarily distracted, he was just.. kinda staring at you, idly. Why, he’s an artist, he can’t help but to observe (/j)!

But, with that, you two would just.. sit. Maybe you’d chat a bit, when you had calmed down— he’d let you lead when that conversation would start. But until then? He was perfectly happy to sit in silence with you. Especially on such a nice day!

Hihi!! So sorry if that wasn’t great <:] I wasn’t too sure what to do with the prompt— but I hope the way I took it was satisfactory either way!! Thank you again for requesting!!

I also kinda,, maybe a smidge based this off of my own sensitive hearing HAHA — but I’m hoping I didn’t make it too specific! Tried to make it able to apply to a majority :]

… if you saw me post this early on accident because my finger slipped; nuh uh, no you didn’t /lhj HAHA

[geo-winchester]

Hello, love! Firstly, you don't need to apologize for taking some time to write, that's completely normal and understandable! Second, may I request an imagine of Taron showing off his gf on his story (close friends, public or post whatever you'd like!) and just being an amazing and supporting bf?

Take all the time you need! No rush at all!!!!

BOOK THIEF

A/N: hi lovely anon, thanks you so much for you’re request and for your patients, I hope this is what you want, and also I hope that you wouldn’t mind that I used this photo prompt from @writer-wednesday I saw it and I thought about this story, I hope I didn’t disappoint you and that you like it!!🩵

Taron Egerton masterlist

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If you were honest, these days were your favorites, when you don’t have anything to do but to go to the local market and just see what they have. You also have another reason why you love this kind of places, you remember it pretty well. A few years ago you find this market, sometimes you went after your shift ended or, just like that time, you were free and decide to look at the local business, after a few locals, you found this little van, full of books, you were amazed about the amount of it, you took your time reading all the titles, you read them all three times, trying to figure it out which books will come home with you, you were about to take one of them when someone took it at the same time, the guy in front of you were taller than you, with blue eyes, brown hair and he was giving you a smirk.

-Excuse me this is mine- you said I was a little defensive.

-Huh, really?- he said -Can I see your name in it?- you took the book as you wrote your name in it.

-There it is- you said with a smirk.

-Nice to meet you, Yn.

-I like to say the same thing, book thief.

-Taron, my name is Taron Egerton…

-Mr. Egerton, I can’t believe you’re buying in my bookstore, take it, it's in the house- Taron notices you’re surprised by the reaction of the old man.

-Excuse me- he said -do you have any other copies of this book, my friend over here wants one too…

-It’s useless I didn’t see another copy on the van- the old man nodded.

-Last copy sir- he said before he went with another customer.

-So, book thief, you’re famous?

-Kind of- you nod.

-This isn’t the only store where you were robbed?- he laughed.

-I’m an actor- he said -I was a thief, I played Robin hood.

-Oh my God… You’re that guy from robin hood? I can believe it- he rolled his eyes at your acting -you deserve it.

-How can I repair to you- You thought for a moment, before you took the book again and wrote something down before you handle it to him -I tell you what, I have a few other book here- you said as you show them to him -when you finish that book, maybe you can let me borrow it?- he nodded- my phone would be on the book so you won’t forget about it.

-I can also buy you a cup of coffee that day- you smiled.

-That would be nice- you said before you pay the old man and leave.

Taron stood there a couple minutes watching you disappear in the crowd, he took a photo from the van and posted it in his Ig stories, he started to look at other locals when he got a text from instagram he smiled at the phrase.

“Book thief”

It’s been a while since that day, you start to spend a lot of time together, and in one moment you start a relationship, at first you were a little private about your relationship, but you start to appear more often on his social media, his favorite photos are when you are playing with Nelly, you always took embarrassing photos about him, something he pretend to hate, but he love its because it make you laugh. That day you decide to go to the same market you met, he keep taking pictures of you with Nelly, he took one when you were giving her a threat, but the two of you stop when you saw the van full of books, you took your time watching the books, you started to collect the books you were going to buy when Taron took one before you did.

-And the book thief attacked again- You said making him laugh -By the way you never let me borrow that book.

-You never asked about it- he said.

-I always had the intention to ask for it but I was always distracted by something else- he smirked.

-Ir was me, right?- he said.

-No, it was this beautiful girl- you said as you pet Nelly -yes lovely, it was you, who’s a good girl- you heard the sound of the camera and looked at taron, he showed you his phone.

-Did you just call Nelly a girlfriend thief?- he shrugged.

-I’m starting to think that you’re just with me because of her.

-shit you just found out my plan- you said dramatically -they said that the dogs are like their owners, book thief.

-You love to call me that, aren’t you?

-It’s still your name on my phone, I just put a heart in it- he pretends to be offended -I never thought I would fall in love with a thief.

-I love you too, love, very very much- he said -and I’ll buy you all the books you want.

-Fuck, I fall in love all over again- you said making you giggles, he put his arm around your shoulder and kiss you temple.

-come on love, let’s get you your books.