#fff239

[tom-whore-dleston]

Side Effects of Soldier Boy

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x f. reader

Word Count: 391

This fic contains: smut, literally PWP, drug use, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing, degradation, Soldier Boy doesn't pull out

Summary: Soldier Boy tries to keep you quiet during sex.

Notes: Wake up babes, Jordan discovered a new hottie to write about lmaoo Anyways, I know Soldier Boy is a walking red flag but unfortunately, I see the world through rose colored glasses hadshghsdl This is another submission for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt no. 239: Seal it Tight. Lowkey, I've been on a role with these quick fics, I don't want it to stop.

Sex with Soldier Boy was addicting. You would say it was more addicting than the cocaine that coursed your system. The blow was essentially the gateway drug to Ben.

The side effects: uncontrolled moans and orgasms that made your soul leave your body.

The two of you found yourselves in a rundown motel room, where Ben plowed you into the mattress at superhuman speed. His strong hand clasped over your mouth, in hopes to seal your cries of pleasure from the outside world. Considering how cocky of a bastard he is, it was bold of him to assume that simply covering your mouth would keep you quiet.

“Mmm, baby, those moans are so pretty, but so loud.” The supe grunted through clenched teeth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Ben’s pulsing cock stretched your walls. You gushed around him, causing each thrust to echo through the dainty room.

“God damn, even this pussy is loud,” Soldier Boy chuckled, making you throb. “Think you want the neighbors to hear me fuck the shit out of you, huh?” 

His dirty talk was no help to hushing your moans. Yet, it did push you closer to that sweet release you craved. With Ben being the instigator he is, he knew damn well what he was doing. 

The pit in your stomach was growing and it was only a matter of time before it exploded. You pumped your hips up to meet his and he took this as a signal to deepen his strokes until his balls slapped your ass. You were one step away from the edge when Ben removed his hand from your mouth to throw both of your legs over his shoulders.

“Fuck it, let the neighbors hear you. Let ‘em know how much of a slut you are for me.”

That euphoric bliss finally washed over you like a crisp ocean wave. You could have drowned under the wave but a kiss from Ben brought you back to shore. The handsome supe slammed into you one last time before filling you with his seed. He crashed onto the empty side of the bed, fingers lazily tangling between yours. The two of you laid there, staring at the cracked ceiling while catching your breaths. Just as you were coming down your high, you already itched for another hit.

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[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

Hold Me

Sherlock thought his heart broke when his grandmother died. He was wrong. It got a crack, sure, but it was nothing compared to the heartbreak he felt when Victor walked out of his life without any explanation. 

Please, tell me what I’ve done wrong! I can fix this. I promise you. Anything, Victor. Please. Sherlock.

The letter was never answered.

Sherlock wanted to drown himself in the nearest river or rob the medical cabinet in Matron’s office and OD on whichever substances it contained. He never got the chance to do either because Mycroft turned up at Cambridge and took him away to their favourite place in France, their grandmother’s family home. 

After a week of fresh air, delicious food and Mycroft’s advice, Sherlock was able to shut the door to his heart. Infinitely.

“Seal it tight, brother mine. Only then can you be certain to never get hurt again. Sentiment is never an advantage.”

Sherlock was grateful to his brother for the advice. It worked and slowly the thought of Victor and what they had faded, and he was almost successful in deleting it. Almost.

He was always confident when he faced danger and criminals. Every word he spoke was the truth, unless he was lying to get a confession or trick said criminals. But that kind of lie came out easy and confident as well, because it was part of the game. His voice never faltered or showed signs of distress. He was quite certain he would pass a lie detector test if required.

***

It came as a shock to him that lying to Moriarty was futile. When he told the villain that he had no heart and Moriarty contradicted him, Sherlock knew he was beaten. 

John Hamish Watson, who thought himself to be ordinary and unworthy, did something no one had ever accomplished. By being himself, never put off by Sherlock’s odd behaviour, always praising his deductions, protecting him from harm’s way from day one, he’d torn the seal over Sherlock’s heart to shreds. It lay bare for anyone to crush and break, and Moriarty knew. The most dangerous man Sherlock had ever encountered knew his weak point, that he was human and not a stranger to sentiment and love. 

Sherlock could barely breathe after he’d tossed away the bomb jacket John had been wearing. John who’d urged Sherlock to run. John who’d been willing to die so Sherlock could live. 

He tried to stand up, but his feet wouldn’t cooperate, and he sunk to the floor, his head slumped forward. Meeting John’s eyes was out of the question. His own eyes would reveal too much now that he was utterly shaken and out of control.

A sound broke the silence. It was a choked sob. Sherlock realised it came from his own throat and tried to fight his transport to regain his normal superior posture but in vain. He was trembling all over. 

Warm hands on his shoulders startled him and all his defences broke when John spoke.

“Come here,” he said softly and pulled Sherlock to him.

Without hesitating or giving his movements a second thought, Sherlock encircled John’s back with his arms and held on for dear life. He rested his head on John’s shoulder finding comfort in the familiar scent from John’s skin.

“Hold me,” Sherlock whispered almost inaudible. “Please, John.”

And John held him as tight as Sherlock had ever been held. Sweet words were murmured into his hair.

“I’ve got you. Always. Don’t shut me out anymore, Sherlock. Let me love you the way you deserve. Please?”

*** 

Sherlock had thought it would be awkward once they returned to Baker Street, but John was nothing but determined when he’d set his mind to something. John showered first and when Sherlock came out from the bathroom, John was waiting for him and simply took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

Before Sherlock fell asleep in John’s arms, he asked John to promise something.

“Keep my heart safe, John. It won’t survive another break.”

And John, wonderful John, promised. Without blinking or hesitating. 

“I promise, my love. Your heart is safe with me. Always.”

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[mtnikolle]

A Potion for the Ages

For @kakairu-rocks KakaIru Valentine's Week 2024, Day 2 Prompt: Love Potion and @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt "Seal It Tight!"

Fandom: Naruto

Characters: lruka & Naruto

Pairing: lruka/Kakashi (future implied)

Word Count: 1092

It's (relatively) early on a Saturday morning in February when Iruka slips through the door of the Namikaze-Uzumaki household. The weather has been unusually warm for February, and everything outside is slippery from last night's freezing rain.

lruka quietly hangs his jacket (not his parka!) on a hook in the entrance, sets his boots on the mat, steps around Kakashi's backpack, and goes to find Naruto. Minato may or may not be home from work yet, and if he is, he'll be sleeping. Which is why he's here on a Saturday morning instead of his usual Thursday after school. Iruka is both surprised and worried that he doesn't hear Naruto. Naruto is loud at least 90% of the time that he's awake, and at—Iruka pulls his phone out to check—8:30 in the morning, there's no way Naruto isn't up.

Iruka pokes his head into several rooms, none of which hold Naruto, before he finally hears the babbling sound of a Naruto stream of consciousness ramble™️ coming from the kitchen.

lruka steps into the room and, even though Minato and Kushina said he didn't need to come until 9, wishes he'd arrived earlier. The kitchen was, well, not a <i>complete</i> disaster, but not far from it either. There are so many bottles of things from the fridge and cupboards on the countertops that lruka can't help but wonder if they are completely empty. The sink is full of dirty bowls, and there are puddles of… something on the floor and countertops.

Quietly, Iruka greets Naruto, “Hey, kiddo, whatcha up to?”

“Iruka!”

Naruto's whisper is so loud that it might as well be a shout.

"Is your dad home yet?”

“Yeah, he got home an hour ago. And Kakashi, that lazy bum, isn't up yet.”

Iruka snorts. Kakashi isn't remotely lazy, though Iruka understands why Naruto thinks he is.

“Did you have breakfast?”

Naruto grimaces, but nods.

“Dad made <i>so many</i> pancakes for supper last night!” Then he pouts. “We're gonna be stuck eatin’ ‘em ‘til Mom gets home!”

Iruka knows Kushina is gone for the next week, so this is definitely an exaggeration.

“What are you up to, then?”

“A potion to help Kakashi!” he exclaims.

“A potion?”

"Yeah!”

Iruka shushes Naruto before he gets even louder and wakes Minato. Naruto looks contrite for 0.25 seconds, but does continue more quietly.

“Me and Kakashi watched a movie last night—he let me stay up so late, it was awesome!—there was dragons and battles and wizards and witches—”

Iruka lets Naruto’s flood of words continue for a while, but none of them explain the mess in the kitchen or how any of it is supposed to help Kakashi, who is due to roll out of bed and stumble out the door late for work soon.

Eventually, Iruka interrupts, "Naruto. What does any of that have to do with this…?” Iruka gestures to the mess all around them.

“The sword guy had a crush on this sword girl, but she never even <i>noticed</i>, even though he was always talking stupid and turning red and watching her when they weren't fighting zombies!”

Iruka blinks in stunned confusion. Zombies? He thought it was dragons…

“So he went to this guy who made a potion so she would notice him and fall in love with him.”

Naruto sounds completely disgusted as he says those last few words, but he's also still young enough to believe that girls have cooties…

“Kakashi…?” Iruka prompts.

“Right. Mom said he has a crush. But he never does anything about it! Tch, lazy—”

“Naruto,” Iruka interrupts.

“Right. He needs <i>so much help</i>! So I'm making a potion so Kakashi can become awesome and the guy will notice him and fall in love.”

It's moments like this that show how much Naruto now sees Kakashi as his brother, rather than an interloper, because while Naruto’s tone expresses his disgust at the whole concept and how lacking he thinks Kakashi's person is for this, he <i>does</i> genuinely wanted to help. Which is cute, if misguided, but he decides to leave that conversation to Kakashi…

“And how is it going?”

Naruto sags. “Ugh. Not so good.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. We don't have any of the weird stuff the potion guy used, so I've been trying all kinds of stuff.”

That certainly explained all the bottles. Iruka decides to abandon the homework plan that was originally created for the morning and asks, “What can I do to help?”

Naruto actually pauses to think, and Iruka hears the front door close, so Kakashi definitely heard most of that. Iruka smirks as he imagines Kakashi playing along.

“It should be Valentinesy, I guess, maybe...?”

“That's a good idea. Maybe something chocolatey or sweet?”

Naruto's face lights up, “Yeah! And mom said something about being hot, so maybe spicy…?”

Iruka snickered, then sighed.

“Ok, well, we're going to need to clean this up before we can get started.”

Naruto makes a face, but doesn't argue, so Iruka starts putting bottles back in the cupboard, and Naruto grabs a dishcloth to start cleaning the spills.

🍾

Chocolate sauce.

Vanilla.

Honey.

Chili flakes.

Mustard powder.

Cinnamon.

They mix it all together in a clean bowl, and Naruto scoops some out for Iruka to taste. Iruka, having the advantage of knowing what's in it, doesn't grimace or wince once it goes into his mouth. He simply swallows and decides he's lucky that the flavours of the spices haven't had time to develop…

(Afterwards, he also adds some of Minato and Kushina's chocolate whiskey, but Naruto doesn't need to know about that.)

“Let's see if we can find a nice looking container for it, shall we?” lruka gives the concoction his seal of approval.

Before Iruka can stop him, Naruto jumps up, fist in the air, and shouts, “Yes!”

“Shhhh!”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“It's your dad you're going to need to apologise to if you wake him up,” is Iruka's stern response.

🍾

Together, they go and look through all of the vases, old perfume bottles, medicine bottles, water bottles, and food storage containers in the house. Nothing is quite good enough for Naruto. Naruto eventually hits the jackpot anyway with a little bottle in the recycling bin. Iruka thinks it was probably a sampler alcohol bottle Kushina brought home from her last business trip. The important thing is that it's cool looking enough for Naruto, and Iruka can wash and sterilise it.

🍾

“Seal it tight! You can give it to Kakashi when he gets home.”

Slyly, “Maybe <i>you</i> should give it to Kakashi instead.”

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[fourohfourrealitynotfound]

that night, the bugs and the dirt

For @flashfictionfridayofficial #FFF239 - Seal It Tight

(916 words)

When the door slammed shut behind them, a lump formed in Lockwood's throat. He whipped around and tried to turn the knob: nothing. The door was sealed fast.

"Ugh, Poltergeists," Lucy grumbled somewhere behind him.

Lockwood pulled and pushed at the door, but it wasn't budging a millimeter. Nothing was sturdier than old construction. He slammed a fist against the door.

"Woah, chill," Lucy said. "You're just going to piss it off more. George'll realize we're missing in a few and . . ."

She kept talking, but Lockwood's pulse raced in his ears and drowned out her voice. His breath was catching now, and it felt like a giant hand was wrapped around his lungs, slowly squeezing the air out. Lockwood tried to step away from the door, but his arm bumped into Lucy's shoulder. When he pivoted to give her space, he ended up with his back against the far wall of the closet.

Why the hell were they both searching for sources in here? There wasn't enough room for one person to breathe, let alone two. Wait, how well was that door sealed; were they getting any fresh air in here?

Panic clawed up his chest and throat. Lockwood pushed off the wall and fell on the door; he could barely see it, between the darkness and the tears starting to blur his vision. He threw his torch to the ground and started digging at the place where the door met the frame, desperately hoping he could somehow pry it open—

His arm was snatched away from the door, and hands spun him around until he was forced to face Lucy. There was a shock of cold on his face that forced him to gasp in a breath, and musty air filled his lungs. He realized that the cold was Lucy's freezing hands cupping his jaw, forcing him to look at her.

"Lockwood!" she said. Her tone was forceful and gentle all at once. "Breathe with me! Can you do that?"

He nodded as best he could with her hands holding him in place. He was unable to take in enough air to choke out any words.

"Okay," Lucy exhaled. "One . . . two . . . three . . ."

She guided Lockwood's breathing in time her own, a simple in-four-hold-four-out-four pattern that he was eventually able to start counting along with in his head. When he started to catch his breath a bit more, Lucy pulled him down until they were both sitting on the floor, their knees pressed together and Lockwood's back resting against the wall. Her face was calm all the while, guiding him down from the panic with gentle little encouragements like "you're doing great" and "good, keep going."

At one point, Lockwood tried to blink away his tears, and one rolled down his cheek. Lucy, without a thought, swept it away with her thumb, a firm touch trailing along his cheek and back to her hand. The little motion reminded Lockwood so much of Jessica—who used to wipe away his tears the same way, back when he would get overwhelmed as a child—that tears began to stream down from Lockwood's eyes anew.

"Shhh, you're okay," Lucy murmured. "Keep breathing: out . . . two . . . three . . . four . . ."

Lockwood wondered, idly, where Lucy learned how to do this. It sounded like her mother wasn't the type who was capable of such a gentle action. She had sisters, though. Maybe she had a younger sister that she had learned to help, like Jessica helping young Lockwood through his fear when they lost their parents in the Tesco. Or maybe Lucy got panic attacks too, and an older sister had done this for her. Either way, she was great at this. Lockwood stopped feeling like the walls were closing in on him; he felt instead like nothing bad could happen so long as his face was between her palms.

Eventually Lockwood's sobs and panic lulled enough that he was breathing whole, complete breaths on his own. Lucy pulled the sleeve of her jumper over one hand and used it to wipe away his tears, the other hand tilting his head for better access. "Doing better?"

"Yeah," Lockwood said. He tried for a reassuring smile, but it felt watery. "You, uh . . . you can probably tell I'm not a fan of enclosed spaces."

"No shit."

Lockwood barked a wet laugh. "Thanks. For, uh—"

"Don't mention it," she said. Lucy pulled her hands away and sat back, then winced. "Ugh, there's something—" She reached behind her and came back with her discarded torch and then a tiny rib bone.

"Shit," Lockwood said. "That's not a . . ."

"Have you got a spare silver net?"

"Yeah." He rummaged in his inner coat pocket for the square of netting and passed it over.

Lucy stood and turned to place the net. She gasped. "Oh, it's—I think it's a cat?"

"You're kidding me," Lockwood said. "A cat did all of this?"

"One way to find out." Lucy dropped the net and then turned and tried the door. It opened with ease. She turned to look at Lockwood with a shocked expression; they both burst out laughing, somewhere between astonished and relieved.

Lucy offered a hand and pulled Lockwood up to his feet. As soon as he was out of the room, he spread his arms wide and took a few deep breaths. Lockwood looked up and caught her watching with some concern and gave her a relieved smile. "Thanks for helping me out back there."

Lucy smiled back. "No problem."

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[reblog-house]

Lying Is Easy

Characters: BigB, Jimmy

Wc: 320

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 239, "Seal It Tight"

Ao3: Here!

BigB had been digging a hole in the badlands for a while now. His hands ached from the constant mining of terracotta and stone. He looked up at the ceiling of the cave he was mining in and patted the small cage linked to his belt where he kept his scroll. A secret. To dig a 3x3 hole all the way down. He could easily keep it to himself. It wasn’t that hard to keep secrets.

He grimaced to himself when he realized he’d have to dig all the way back up eventually, once he was satisfied with the depth of the hole, and he wasn’t even getting ores this way. Not a bit of iron yet.

Still, he kept digging.

Eventually, he heard a voice nearby. Jimmy. He warned him to be careful, but Jimmy still yelled when he found the hole.

When Jimmy calmed down a bit from the shock and was able to process the situation as it was, he continued: “What are you doing all the way down there!”

All the way down. Nice.

Not quite there yet, for his own peace of mind, but he was getting there.

“You know,” BigB said noncommittally. Lying wasn’t hard, you just had to say stuff and seal your mouth tight when it came to the rest. “Just looking for stuff.”

And it was also a matter of cutting further questioning and yes-and-ing when the person was coming to the wrong conclusions. He could do this all day.

Jimmy soon left, and BigB kept digging.

The next minute, his comms pinged with a few new messages for everyone from Grian.

if you tell someone your task, you have failed

IT’S A SECRET

that being said, scar has failed already

Good thing he lied to Jimmy. He wouldn’t fall into those traps.

Lying was easy.

He could do this all day.

He put pickaxe to stone again and kept digging.

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[renee-writer]

For @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 239. Also for

A prompt I have been wanting to do for awhile.

She doesn't know what woke her. Something deep inside just knew. With a groan, she turns towards her phone to check the time. It is flashing.

“What the…” an emergency broadcast, you know the kind that are always tests. ‘ if this has been an actual emergency type things. This time though - it is flashing one word, again and again, “RUN!”

Her heart starts to thump. Some joke, right? It has to be. Raising on shaky legs, she looks around for a threat. None is detected still that flashing message won't let her just go back to sleep.

She grabs her robe, slipping it and her slippers on. After a second thought, she changes them for her sneakers. ‘Run!’ If she needs to sneakers will be better.

She picks up the heavy flashlight she keeps by her bed, again just in case.

This is insane, she thinks. Still the part of her that keeps track of the oddities of life, it raises the hair on the back of her neck. It knows.

She walks through her house, flipping lights on. Still nothing. That is until she looks out the window. The sheer horror freezes her in place for a moment. Something beyond comprehension, a monstrous presence, is attacking her neighbors. She backs slowly away from the window. 

Run! No! No no no! She isn't going out there!

Her hands are moving before her brain catches up as her fight or flight instincts take over. She closes the curtains, putting down the shades. She bolts the seldom used dead bolt ( it is a safe neighborhood, was). She moves through the house making sure all windows are locked, all doors are secure. 

She finds pieces of wood left over from where she built her own bookshelf. These she criss-crosses over the back and front doors, securing them with the biggest screws she can find. She does the same with the windows.

“Locked in tight.” She realizes she is saying it aloud in a strange monotone. Shock. She is in shock. But maybe just safe from whatever is out there. 

She gathers water and cans of tuna and a few sleeves of crackers She picks up the butcher knife and adds it as well. These she brings into her bathroom. It has no outside windows. Taken the last of her extra wood, she places it over the door, locking herself in. 

Then she waits.

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[rootingfordorks]

Bury it, she told herself, keep it inside. Don't think about her smile, her laugh.

Her stiletto boots took her up the stairs, along the hallway, into the familiar office. Don't focus on the way she says your name or the smell of her perfume.

Rebecca was standing at the window, looking out as Higgins explained something. Her statuesque figure towered over Higgins, over the field outside, would tower over Keeley once she was close enough. Rebecca wore a standard work outfit, for her: killer high-end heels, form-fitting knee length pencil skirt (today's was black), blouse tucked in neatly (a baby-blue, collared, diaphanous number with long sleeves thst buttoned at the wrist), completed by a smart ponytail and side-swept bangs.

Focus on this: she is your friend, Keeley reminded herself as Rebecca turned toward her and smiled.

"Keeley!" Rebecca said, face lighting up. She gestured her over to join the conversation. "Thank you for coming."

Keeley couldn't help but smile in return. As she crossed the room, she made sure to direct a similar smile to Higgins.

"I always have time for you, babe," Keeley told Rebecca. Dial it back, she told herself. "Especially when AFC Richmond women's side is involved."

Higgins launched into an explanation of the current challenge the club faced in getting the new team off the ground. Keeley kept her attention trained on him, sparing only the briefest of occasional glances for Rebecca.

Since she'd come out publicly as bi, dating and breaking up with a woman, Keeley had worried about her feelings for Rebecca being obvious. She never wanted anyone to find out about her crush, especially not Rebecca herself. Of course her friend would be kind about it, but Keeley couldn't bear the thought of seeing pity in her eyes. Worse still, Rebecca might start keepig her at arm's length. The fear of losing her best friend kept a tight seal on Keeley's more romantic feelings.

#fff239 #fanfic #snippet #keeley/rebecca #this is actually too late for the prompt deadline but it was fun and i still want to post it #ted lasso #keeley jones #rebecca welton #ted lasso fanfic

[mimisempai]

Seal it tight

Summary

Not letting anything show, not letting himself go, hiding and locking up what he feels deep down, Aziraphale has known how to do this for millennia. Even when, over the years, a little of what he feels leaks out, he knows better than anyone what to do.

Seal it tight.

Notes

Angsty but as always with a happy ending.

A little premise of my longer project.

Fore the @flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt #239 : Seal it tight

On Ao3

Rating G -  563 words

"It'd be funny if we both got it wrong, eh?"

Crawley looked at him with a slight chuckle and continued, "If I did the good thing and you did the bad one."

Aziraphal couldn't help but join in, finding the idea amusing as well.  

Before he realized what he was doing. 

He was laughing with a demon.

Then he put on a serious expression and protested, "No. It wouldn't be funny at all."

He ignored the slight disappointment on the demon's face.

Yes, like that.

It was too dangerous.

Seal it tight.

**********

"Well, maybe there is something to be said for. Shades of gray." 

He raised his glass to Crowley, who in turn raised his, and they toasted as the demon added, "Well, shades of... dark grey." before taking a sip.

Aziraphale, buoyed by the atmosphere, retorted, "Shades of a very light grey, I'd rather fancy." 

They continued drinking in silence.

The angel cast a few more furtive glances at Crowley, allowing himself a brief moment to soak in the gentle atmosphere.

Before he locked away the feelings that had blossomed inside him that night.

The night that had shown him how risky it was for him and for Crowley.

He couldn't let himself go.

Seal it tight.

Until next time.

**********

I love you. I love you. I love you.

"I forgive you."

Yes, seal it tight.

Crowley backed away, sighed, and as he left, whispered, "Don't bother."

Don't leave me. Come with me. Don't turn your back on me.

Seal it tight.

The closing door didn't slam, but the sound echoed just as loudly in Aziraphale's heart.

He put his trembling hand to his trembling lips.

His whole body was shaking.

Do it again. Come back to me. Don't leave me.

Seal it tight.

He heard the door and turned sharply, hoping, but saw Metatron enter and turned away immediately.

"How did he take it?"

Aziraphale took a deep breath and turned to him with a smile on his face.

Seal it tight.

**********

Standing in front of the elevator, Aziraphale tried to resist the impulse to turn toward Crowley, to run toward Crowley, aware of his presence near the Bentley.

The pressure was so strong that he couldn't hold back a glance, barely turning his head.

He filled his eyes one last time with the vision of the one he loved more than anything in the universe. His heart screamed, but his face showed nothing.

Seal it tight.

Then he took a deep breath, put a fake smile on his lips, and stepped into the elevator.

He kept that smile on his lips as the doors closed on everything that made up the life he loved so much.

Seal it tight.

Just a little longer.

Until the day you won't have to anymore.

**********

"Good morning, Angel."

Aziraphale is jolted from his thoughts by Crowley's still sleepy voice as the demon finally awakens.

Watching him stretch and emerge from his slumber, Aziraphale, still in the recollection of his memories, gently touches his own lips, then begins to smile.

With all his heart.

Without restraint.

No need to seal.

Neither his mouth nor his heart.

He leans into Crowley's face and softly replies, "Good morning, my love." 

Then he closes the distance between them and presses his lips to the demon's in a tender kiss.

His lips on Crowley's.

The only seal that matters.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[polizwrites]

Every Second of The Night I Live Another Life

This is a fill for today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF239 Seal It Tight]  as well as my  @stonyauniverse   Mutual Pining and   @steverogersbingo   Wet Dream squares. 

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Rating: Mature Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Tags:  No Powers AU, Mutual Pining, Wet Dreams, Alternating POV Summary:  Neither Steve nor Tony think their dreams about their co-worker and friend could come true. Word Count:  452 words 

Steve’s eyes flew open, awakening a moment too late as his body convulsed in yet another unwelcome orgasm.    Perhaps ‘unwelcome’ was too strong a word; sure, it was no fun starting the day sticking to the sheets, but the dreams themselves, well, they were spectacular.  

And inappropriate, he firmly reminded himself.  Incredibly inappropriate.  Tony Stark was his friend and co-worker – someone who deserved more than to be sexually objectified by Steve’s rampaging id.  Just because Tony was a flirt - and Steve was not his only target -  didn’t mean he meant anything by it.   

Besides, Tony was out of Steve’s league.  First off, he was absolutely brilliant - and not just when it came to every aspect of engineering; he was a treasure trove of pop culture knowledge, too.  Well, except for sports, but Steve had that pretty well covered.   Between the two of them, they were pretty much unstoppable when it came to trivia night - in fact, more than one bar had basically barred them from competing. 

So Steve bottled up all those feelings, sealing them away so as not to ruin their friendship.  He’d do laundry every damned morning if that’s what it took to get it out of his system. 

Tony awoke with a gasp, pleasure cresting to a peak and crashing over him.  But it was only a dream - a beautiful, impossible dream - leaving him alone and bereft. 

And more than a little guilty.  Just because Steve was a Greek god come to life didn’t mean Tony got to lust over him like some sort of creep.   Steve was so much more than a gorgeous body;  he was a born leader that managed to bring out the best of everyone he worked with.   

For example, Steve could translate Tony’s caffeine-fueled engineering babble into something anyone could understand, even the interns they’d been assigned for the semester.  Not that they weren’t both bright as hell - but Peter was legit ADHD, and MJ was the poster child for  ‘I don’t care and you can’t make me.’ That said, they were both blossoming under Steve’s guidance. 

And Steve’s competitive instincts - to say the least of his encyclopedic knowledge of sports and history - made him the best trivia partner Tony had ever had (sorry Rhodey).  They wiped the floor with their competitors at every bar trivia night they were still allowed to compete in - which was fewer and fewer every week.  

Tony couldn’t bear the thought of losing Steve’s friendship just because his dick had a mind of its own.  He’d enjoy the wet dreams as they (and he) came - but he didn’t dare let those feelings spill over into real life.  So he sealed away those emotions and started yet another day alone. 

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[renee-writer]

For @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 239. Also for

A prompt I have been wanting to do for awhile.

She doesn't know what woke her. Something deep inside just knew. With a groan, she turns towards her phone to check the time. It is flashing.

“What the…” an emergency broadcast, you know the kind that are always tests. ‘ if this has been an actual emergency type things. This time though - it is flashing one word, again and again, “RUN!”

Her heart starts to thump. Some joke, right? It has to be. Raising on shaky legs, she looks around for a threat. None is detected still that flashing message won't let her just go back to sleep.

She grabs her robe, slipping it and her slippers on. After a second thought, she changes them for her sneakers. ‘Run!’ If she needs to sneakers will be better.

She picks up the heavy flashlight she keeps by her bed, again just in case.

This is insane, she thinks. Still the part of her that keeps track of the oddities of life, it raises the hair on the back of her neck. It knows.

She walks through her house, flipping lights on. Still nothing. That is until she looks out the window. The sheer horror freezes her in place for a moment. Something beyond comprehension, a monstrous presence, is attacking her neighbors. She backs slowly away from the window. 

Run! No! No no no! She isn't going out there!

Her hands are moving before her brain catches up as her fight or flight instincts take over. She closes the curtains, putting down the shades. She bolts the seldom used dead bolt ( it is a safe neighborhood, was). She moves through the house making sure all windows are locked, all doors are secure. 

She finds pieces of wood left over from where she built her own bookshelf. These she criss-crosses over the back and front doors, securing them with the biggest screws she can find. She does the same with the windows.

“Locked in tight.” She realizes she is saying it aloud in a strange monotone. Shock. She is in shock. But maybe just safe from whatever is out there. 

She gathers water and cans of tuna and a few sleeves of crackers She picks up the butcher knife and adds it as well. These she brings into her bathroom. It has no outside windows. Taken the last of her extra wood, she places it over the door, locking herself in. 

Then she waits.

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