#R2: drabble

[heartinhands]

@spirestar said: ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ( suzalulu )

When Lelouch wakes up, the first thing he's aware of is how much pain he's in. It courses through his arteries like a fire, stemming tide pulling at his surely-fractured ribs and a sore spot on the side of his gut. He's in too much shock to scream from the pain, although his throat hurts enough to tell him that he had been when he passed out.

Shinkiro's cockpit is in tatters. The pod is torn-up, hanged wires littering the cabinet like nooses. Lelouch tries to reach out for the keyboard controls, shaking fingers trying to stir the Knightmare back to life, but nothing happens except for the vague sensation of electric shocks beneath his fingertips. "Agh." Okay, so he can talk. Or make noises, at least. This stirs his body enough out of its shock-fueled reverie so the pain really starts to settle in. His vision blurs instantaneously, biting hard on the inside of his cheek. Lelouch shifts slightly in his seat, rolling to the side to identify what's wrong with his stomach and sees a huge piece of shrapnel sticking out of the side of his torso. "Ah--." Fear wraps its ghostly vestiges around his throat now and pushes. "Ah---ahh!!" Lelouch wraps his own shaking hands around the piece of Shinkiro that's betrayed him and embedded itself into his intestines but he has no strength to pull it--dimly he is aware that if he does, he will bleed out and die. No, no, I can't die here, not yet!! My revenge! Nunnally! His hands grapple and re-grapple with that foreign object in his side, debating if he has the courage or the strength to remove it, but no, Lelouch is a coward.

The cockpit makes a sound like screaming. Too high-pitched and grating for it to be someone coming in through the door in the back of the Knightmare. Through his weakened vision Lelouch sees that Shinkiro's cockpit is being pried apart by a Knightmare, and a few moments later Suzaku's unmistakable silhouette appears haloed by white light, his hand propped on the upper part of the man-made cavity so he doesn't fall into the destroyed, smoldering cockpit. "You're not dead." He sounds almost disappointed.

"Suzaku." It's an immediate gamble, saying his name. Lelouch is the easiest target in the world like this, and Suzaku has every right in the world to kill him. "I'm--,"

"Yeah, I can see it." Again his words come callous, detached. Lelouch lets out a withering gasp-like scoff he can't even call a laugh. Suzaku drops into the cockpit and carefully picks his way to Lelouch, gaze falling to the jagged piece of metal. It's impossible for Lelouch to read Suzaku's face when he's so woozy from blood loss, his heart beat the highest it's been in a long time. But his stomach is so torn up he can feel it when Suzaku gently scrapes his fingers over the piece of shrapnel even though his hands are nowhere near the actual injury.

"Ow, fuck," Lelouch hisses, his body wrenching like he's a bug about to be squashed under Suzaku's boot heel. Suzaku doesn't even look at him. "I don't know what happened," his voice pitches, toiling on unintelligible or maybe even drunk as his vowels shift and slur together, "suddenly I--,"

"Shut up, Lelouch."

He does. Lelouch blinks multiple times trying to will himself to focus on Suzaku's face as his companion looks over Lelouch's body trying to assess the damage, his expression taking on the muted one of a soldier. Maybe Suzaku's trying to figure out if it's safe to even move Lelouch right now, or whatever. While watching Suzaku watch him through his blinking vision Lelouch becomes aware of a purple curtain in the lower corner of his left eye. His stupid fucking contact must have gotten knocked loose when he got hit. No wonder Suzaku's so pissed off and trying not to look at his face. Now that Lelouch knows he hasn't done anything out of the ordinary to earn Suzaku's ire Lelouch really starts laughing in wheezing gasps that make pain race up his stomach and through his nerves; his lungs are too scared to draw in full breaths and accept the foreign piece of metal into his body even further into him or knock it loose and fill it with blood something. He is so goddamn afraid.

Suzaku fixes him with an unreadable look but this time it's unreadable because it's Suzaku and not because Lelouch is nearly delirious. "Shut up," he says again, leaning in a little bit, shadow passing over Lelouch, probably moving to try and remove him from the battered room.

Through those wheezing ghostly laughs Lelouch finds Suzaku's eyes and mutters, "Hey Suzaku, I order y--," and there's a hand suddenly slammed into his forehead to knock his skull back and into the ground (which is technically the wall of the cockpit) with enough force to concuss him. If Lelouch wasn't already when Shinkiro went down.

Now Lelouch can read Suzaku's expression. Anger. Fury. He likes it more when he knows just what Suzaku is feeling. After a moment of staring wildly up at Suzaku or just beyond Suzaku the hand that's got Lelouch's head pushed into the floor leaves its grip in his bangs and slides away.

Suddenly there's a pressure on his torso, Suzaku straddling him, his knees planted firmly into the ground on either side of Lelouch's body, adding his weight to the already brutal amounts of pain from the huge piece of shrapnel even though he's sitting just below where it's sticking out of his body like a knife. "Get up, Lelouch." Suzaku digs his weight down into his heels and the movement pushes all the air from Lelouch's lungs like a dying man's gasp. "If you can get up, maybe I'll save you." It's a better order than one Lelouch has ever given even with geass's absolute power at his side. Lelouch swallows and tastes iron.

He tries. Barely. He doesn't have Suzaku's deranged, self-hateful type of willpower. And it fucking hurts having a hole blown through your side like that, especially with Suzaku burying all his weight into the already-gaping injury. Lelouch slumps backwards into the destroyed cockpit seat. "I can't," he gasps weakly. Suzaku only drops more of his weight into Lelouch's body, his eyes narrowed to a squint more dangerous than any kind of knife's edge. The shadow of Lelouch's contact in the side of his vision blinks white with pain. The soreness of his throat tells him he shouted.

"Get up, Lelouch."

"I CAN'T, help me Suzaku, please--,"

"You're pathetic."

"Help me."

"I should have killed you when I had the chance."

"Help me."

Lelouch summons up enough strength to pitifully grab at Suzaku's left arm--his friend had kept them limp at his side the whole time instead of raising them or threatening to cave Lelouch's skull in with something or raising a knife. No, Lelouch doesn't have enough energy to fully grab or squeeze Suzaku's arm, his hand pathetically brushing against Suzaku's wrist. And it's this that for whatever reason that makes Suzaku waken enough from his hateful reverie. Green eyes widen a fraction. Lelouch can practically see the self-disgust drip into Suzaku's features like poison, the very corner of his lip curling acidly, eyes flitting back and forth across Lelouch's face like he'll be able to find his absolution in the Britannian's face. Suzaku has always cared so much about being A Good Person. This is not what A Good Person does--not that Lelouch deserves being treated like he's anything like A Good Person. But he wants desperately to live. it's Suzaku who wants desperately to die as penance; Lelouch has already committed the unforgivable sin of forcing his worldview onto Suzaku and forbade him from ever taking that avenue. Maybe because Suzaku is so afraid of being like Lelouch that's why he suddenly leans back.

The weight on his body feels enough to kill, really kill, pain churning into a maelstrom of uninhibited agonies as it combines with the life-threatening injury in his gut and Lelouch feels unbidden tears prick at his eyes from the pain, and then Suzaku's weight lifts off of his body like a shroud and the hurt is lessened just slightly but also making it a comfort. Lelouch lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, lungs aching as he sucks in another gulp of air, blackness tipping at the very sides of his vision, no longer able to keep up with the injury or the adrenaline or any of it. As he passes out another time he hears Suzaku get up and mutter, "I'll call Kallen."

[masterjedilenawrites]

Ooh this is so cute!! I love your blind date series so of course I have to do a birthday one too.

My name is Renae and my birthday is June 3rd. My time zone is Eastern Standard Time.

There are so many amazing Star Wars characters but my absolute favorite is the OG himself: Luke Skywalker. He’s just the overall best so of course I have to celebrate my birthday with him! Hopefully he will bring R2-D2 along to make the day even more fun. Though, a party with the whole Millennium Falcon crew would pretty epic.

Typically I keep things more low-key, but I do like a fun party to celebrate. I also really love surprises. While a good time with good company is more than enough for me, I do enjoy receiving a gift or two, especially when someone took the time to give me something I like or has special meaning. For me, sentimentality is all the luxury I need.

Again, I think this birthday prompt is really awesome and I hope everyone who receives one has the happiest birthday ever, including you 🫶🏼

Happy Birthday Renae / @dramaticpandabear !

You think Luke is the best? Well he thinks you are the best, and probably tells you so a dozen times a day. So you can bet your bottom dollar he’s been planning something really special for your birthday today. And of course it’s with the help of R2. Let’s just say there’s been many arguments, teasing, and scrapped notes between them for the past few weeks…

But your day is finally here and Luke’s got his plan in the nick of time. He knows you’re more of a lowkey person so he doesn’t overwhelm you right away. Instead, he pats the passenger seat of his speeder and invites you along for a cruise around town. Anywhere you want to stop, just say so. He’s like your personal chauffeur for the day. Though he doesn’t have enough credits to treat you to everything that catches your eye, you still have a good time window shopping, people watching, and laughing with each other.

The last stop of the day is the Millennium Falcon. You light up as Han and Chewie come out, wearing silly little party hats that they don’t seem too pleased about, but they greet you warmly nonetheless. You follow them all on board, expecting the ship to look as it always does, and are pleasantly surprised to find it packed with all your friends and family, decorated with streamers and displays of snacks and cupcakes. “Happy Birthday!” they cheer. Luke gives you a little wink, pleased that he found the right plan to make you happy today.

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Stuck Here Like Me

Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x F!Doctor!Reader

Summary: in the wake of the chaos, you’re there to pick up his broken pieces. Takes place during 1x13 so spoilers if you haven’t seen it yet

Warnings: depiction of explicit themes, death, grief, panic attacks, blood, hospital stuff, ptsd, age gap (reader is 35, Robby is 50) (no smut but yall better love it)

WC: 4.3k Drabble who?

A/N: omg no smutties??? Who possessed me??? Okay well there is smutties, this just isn’t it. I mentioned before that I started writing smutties based on ep 12 but when 13 came out I just had to write a comfort fic. God this man needs to be held and loved so I couldn’t help myself. The smutties based on ep 12 is still on the works. So think of it as an alternative ending to this one. I started writing this last night after I finished ep13 and i cant believe I finished it so fast. Hope you enjoy being traumatized give Noah his Emmy btw

Staying away from the chaos of the ER was the plan for today. As far away as you possibly could. You did this on purpose. Neither of you had worked on this day in years. You didn’t mind that Robby had made other plans. You were even happy that he was keeping his mind occupied with Jake. You would happily stay home and catch up on some well deserved sleep. Ever since you convinced Gloria to give you that pediatric emergency medicine fellowship, you had been doing overtime almost every single shift. You left at the same time as Robby every night, and that was saying a lot.

So when you felt movement beside you, your husband shifting as quietly as possible, you were very suspicious. You stirred and grumbled almost immediately. Much to his attempt of getting out of bed without waking you.

“Michael.” You muttered into your pillow, blindly reaching for your phone beside you. He gritted his teeth, turning his head to find you squinting at your phone. “Why are you getting up at six on your day off?”

“Ah, busted.” You felt his weight sink into the bed as he leaned over you to leave a kiss to your hair. “They’re down an attending this morning. And you know we’re short staffed so.”

You scrunched up your face, huffing softly as you shifted on your back. You gave him a look of apprehension and he leaned down to kiss the expression lines on your forehead.

“Today? Really?” The sleep lingered on your voice as you rubbed your eyes softly. He clicked his tongue but said nothing. You weren’t shy about it. You were an R2 when the pandemic broke out. How you managed to start, and maintain a functioning relationship was still beyond you. Though you guessed you understood each other’s he trauma. And your marriage has been without issues so far, so you guessed it worked out. Still, you weren’t beneath bringing it up, even if he didn’t quite enjoy it. “Michael I really don’t think—“

“It’s fine. I’m fine, really.” He was firm with his words, loving, but firm, like he didn’t want to press the matter further. A sigh of resignation left your chest and you shrugged, shaking your head at him.

“Mkay. Want me to come in with you?” You sighed, stretching out your arms with exhaustion. Robby narrowed his eyes at you and shook his head.

“Nope. You’ve been working what? Thirteen? Fourteen hours straight? Absolutely not. Sleep while you can. You’re going to burn yourself out.” You hated when he lectured you, the age gap between you sometimes becoming painfully obvious. You groaned with annoyance and squeezed your eyes shut. You hated when he was right.

“Fine, whatever.” You pretended to pout, which he found quite amusing. With a soft chuckle he leaned down to press a kiss to your pouty lips. You couldn’t help but giggle. “I swear Gloria is still punishing me for hexing you with my charms. She couldn’t get rid of me so she’s making me suffer.”

“Aren’t you doing overtime willingly?” He tisked at you as he peeled himself from you to finish putting on his scrubs. He knew that if he didn’t leave your side soon he would forget he has actual responsibilities to attend to.

You scoffed at him, shifting to your side again, “I’m being coerced. She insists that my fellowship is an unnecessary expense and that if it hadn’t been for your favoritism I would’ve had to transfer hospitals.”

“It wasn’t favoritism. I was completely objective and unbiased. You really are one of my best doctors.” He reminded you and you laughed into your pillow.

“She doesn’t seem to agree. She makes sure to remind me every time she sees me.” You rolled your eyes, disdain lacing your tongue. Robby found it almost amusing how you didn’t even try to hide your opinions. He always had to hold back a laugh whenever you gave Gloria side eyes when she came strolling down to the ER to get on his case about one thing or another.

“Yeah, well, she’s a pain in my ass too. Don’t take it too personally.”

“I’ll make you coffee and something to eat, hm?” You suggested, figuring you would spend as much time with him as you could before you didn’t see him for the next twelve-plus hours. He shot you an apprehensive glance, eyes narrowed but you were already throwing the blankets off you. “I’m already up. I’ll take a nap when you leave.”

Robby chewed on the inside of his cheek, clicking his tongue as his eyes followed you out of bed. His eyes never left you, more than happy to be reminded that you were parading around in nothing but an old tee and panties. He followed you out of the bedroom with eagerness, more than happy to follow you around until he left.

“Shit, my sweet and amazing wife is making me coffee this morning? And she’s making sure I eat? Aren’t I lucky.” He chuckled, following you to the kitchen. Your giggles filled the air and he was so in love with the sound it made his head spin.

“Don’t forget hot and young too.” You looked over your shoulder and shot him a wink, snorting at the groan he let out at your teasing words. If you had to be reminded that he was older, he had to be reminded that you were younger, too.

“God, I hope you don’t say that shit to other people. Makes me sound like such a creep.” He sighed out, his freckled cheeks dusting red with embarrassment. You loved to tease him about it. Even though you were already thirty when you started dating. You found it amusing how worked up he got about the logistics. You knew it fucked him up for months when you first slept together.

“If it makes you feel better, I tell people I wanted to fuck my attending.” You managed to hold in your laughter until after your words sunk in, you had your back to him as you made him his coffee, but when you heard him mutter ‘Jesus fucking Christ’ behind you, you bursted into giggles. “You love me. Oh! Can you get me the strawberries and blueberries from the fridge? And the Greek yogurt.”

“Yes I do, unfortunately.” He sighed out a long exaggerated breath as he searched around the fridge. You shoot him a glare, which he took with a chuckle.

“Okay, well, you can starve then. I’m not making you shit.” You clicked your tongue, huffing as you crossed your arms over your chest. Robby pouted, trying to stifle a laugh at the matching pout on your lips.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He said in between laughs as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to him and he left kisses on your cheek, on your nose, until you broke a smile and giggles left your lips. “You have such a shitty poker face.”

“I do. I can’t resist your old man charms.” You teased, throwing your arms around his neck. He rolled his eyes at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, successfully shutting you right up. You didn’t protest, you were in fact, very pleased with this exchange. God, you wished he would stay home with you. You didn’t want him to go. You were tempted to jump him right then and there. If you pushed him enough he really couldn’t say no to you even if he tried. But you also knew better. So against your better judgement you relented.

“I really have to go hun.” His words left his chest with an edge, his fingers slightly digging into your hips. You slightly threw your head back, grabbing his face as you whined. “Cmon, don’t do that.”

“I really can’t convince you to stay, hm? You’ll have me all to yourself today.” Your words left your lips softly, quietly. You could almost hear the gears turning in his head, his jaw ticking with each string you pulled.

“I’m gonna think with my head and regrettably say no.” An uneven breath left him, much to his dismay. Your offer was so fucking tempting. But he knew better, he definitely wouldn’t hear the end of it if he ended up not showing up.

“Ugh, I like your other head better.” You gave him one last jab to his sanity before you pulled yourself away to resume your previous task. You heard him groan loudly as he reached for his freshly brewed coffee.

“God, you're going to give me a heart attack one of these days.”

Though there was a smile on his face, those soft brown eyes filled with warmth, you knew him well, too well, and you knew there was more hiding behind those eyes, behind the same facade he put up every year. And that sat with you, you carried that worry like a burden, because you didn’t know what truly was going on in his head, what he was thinking. And it made you wish you could just lock him up until the day had passed. But alas, he wasn’t the type of man to hide. Exchanging I love you’s as he walked out the door left you with unease, with anxiety. And you couldn’t shake that feeling.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey love. Lemme guess, you’re staying late?” Your teasing words were laced with humor when you picked up the phone. You had managed to get through your day, though you definitely missed your husband. It was around six when he called.

“Yeah, something like that. Uh, fuck. I’m sorry to ask, but could you come in?” He rushed out his words, a sense of urgency edging through his tone even over the phone. The smile on your face quickly fell and you stilled, stammering over your words. “There’s an active shooter at PittFest and I’m down two residents. Please, you know I wouldn’t call if I didn’t have to.”

You were running to your bedroom for the first pair of scrubs you could grab before he was done talking. Your mind was racing with a million questions, but you didn’t have time to ask any of them.

“Fuck me. You really couldn’t stay home today, huh?” You blew out a breath of exasperation as you threw on pieces of clothing like a maniac. You were thankful you had decided to take a shower before getting started on dinner. Guess you would have to settle for takeout tonight, if you even left the hospital at all.

“I wish I had. Look on the bright side though, I missed you so much I had to find a way to get you here with me.” Though his words were playful, nothing about his tone was humorous in the slightest, there was so much edge to his voice it made your heart sink. As if he needed another thing to make today miserable. Today, out of all days, too.

“You could’ve just asked.”

You were on autopilot, walking to the hospital wasn’t even a conscious thought. You and Robby walked there every shift, it was just automatic. Though you were sure your feet walked just a bit faster than usual because you were walking through those doors and rushing downstairs before your brain could even process where your feet had taken you. You were met with the sight of just about the entire ER staff, day and night shift. Your heart pounded against your chest louder and louder by the second. You spotted Robby talking to Dr. Abbott. His eyes trailed in your direction and he could almost feel a sense of relief wash over him when he spotted you. It was automatic, his feet were taking you to him. He met you in the middle and he pulled you into his chest without hesitation.

“Michael.” You offered quietly, pressing the side of your face against his chest, happily accepting his embrace. You felt him press the cheek against the side of his head, a long sigh of relief leaving him.

“I really needed you. Thank you.” He muttered softly, only for your ears to hear. You nodded.

“You should’ve called me sooner. You’re down two residents?” You asked quietly, feeling the way he tensed under your touch at the question. He half nodded, another exasperated sigh leaving his heavy chest.

“Yeah. Collins wasn’t feeling well, so I sent her home, and I had to send Langdon home, too.” You could hear the slightest bit of edge in his voice at that last part. You frowned, pulling back to look at him with confusion.

“Why? What did he do?” You asked with a frown, having the feeling the reason had nothing to do with illness. His jaw tightened, his eyes drifting away from your gaze.

“You don’t want to know.” He shook his head dismissively, but his tone was anything but reassuring. You narrowed your eyes at him, not convinced by his answer. But he didn’t give you more than that. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

You didn’t want to push it, not right now at least, he had enough on his mind. You simply nodded at him, offering him a half smile as he walked you back to where everyone had gathered. You were met with some confused faces, but also welcoming glances of the familiar ones. You figured they were medical students or interns, since you didn’t recognize the new faces. What a day to be your first day, you thought.

“Okay, this is all hands on deck. That’s why I called for some help. For those of you who don’t know, this is one of our best doctors,” Robby looked at you as he introduced you. You felt almost embarrassed, faint heat rushing to your cheeks but you said nothing. “She’s our emergency pedes fellow, so if you need an attending and you can’t find me or Abbott, find her.”

You felt a bit awkward as Robby continued, now explaining the bracelet system and the colors for each area. You could still feel some confused and puzzled eyes on you every once in a while, but you otherwise ignored it. You figured there would be time for proper introductions later.

Robby and Abbott were done saying their final pieces before everyone dispersed in their own directions. You offered Robby a smile as he left to check on triage. This feeling of unease at the imminent doom that awaited you was making you sick, but you knew this is what you had to do. You eventually found Dana, and you were very distraught by the very evident brushing on her face.

“You didn’t have that last night. What happened to you?” You asked her, your tone alarmed, but you managed to keep your voice down. She sighed, like it was a long story that she had no desire to get into at this time.

“An unhappy patient decided to express how displeased he was with our care.” She states, her tone tired. Your eyes widened, your mouth falling open.

“A patient punched you? Are you fucking kidding?” You scoffed in disbelief and she simply nodded, too tired and burned out to do much more. You shook your head. “Maybe Gloria should fire me. Maybe she can hire better security with my salary.”

“Doubt it. She would find a way to claim we still don’t have the budget for it.” She blew out a humorless laugh, also shaking her head.

You opened your mouth to reply but stopped when you heard a string of voices speaking all at once, you knew it was time for the madness. And you had no idea just how much.

~~~~~~~~~~

You don’t know where your head was anymore. You were jumping from patient to patient like it was a marathon. You had managed to tune out most of the noise, focus on where your hands were. You were helping Langdon when you spotted Robby wheeling in a girl and your heart nearly stopped when you saw Jake following him. Robby hadn’t heard from him or his girlfriend since the shooting started and he was frantic, looking for him every time a new patient was wheeled in. He didn’t show it, but you could tell.

“You good here?” You asked Langdon, his panicked expression matching your own when he spotted Jake. He nodded, ushering you to go. You nearly ran across the other side to find Robby doing chest compression on a girl, and Jake was standing there, refusing to leave her side.

“Jake, hey, are you okay?” You asked him, checking him for any severe wounds, but he didn’t seem to be hurt, despite being covered in blood. He didn’t acknowledge you at first, his eyes glued to the girl on the gurney, you assumed this was the girlfriend Robby had told you took his ticket.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay, just my leg I think. But Leah is really hurt. Is she going to be okay?” He still wasn’t looking at you, not moving either. You gently grabbed his arm as you made eye contact with Robby. You knew that look. You half nodded, trying to usher Jake back. You hadn’t known him super long, his mom and Robby had already been split for a while by the time you came into the picture. But he thought you were cool and you found his relationship with Robby endearing.

“Robby is helping her right now, but you can’t be in here. You need to get that leg checked. I promise I’ll come find you.” You slowly pulled him back as you called for a wheelchair, he wasn’t budging, understandably not wanting to leave his girlfriend. “Jake, please. Robby’s got her but you need to get checked out.”

You managed to join Robby, and it did not look good. You made eye contact with Dana, and you did not like the look she gave you. You took in a deep breath, clearing your throat as you tried to find your voice.

“Where do you want me?”

“Switch with me.” Robby panted, quickly switching places with you. You resumed chest compressions, despite knowing where this would end. You couldn’t stop the bleeding, and you couldn’t transfuse blood fast enough. But you would keep going until he told you to stop. “Stop compressions. Check for carotid.”

You swallowed, pressing your fingers to her neck. You held your breath, perhaps holding yours would allow you to feel even the faintest beat. There was nothing. You sniffled softly and shook your head.

“I can’t feel the carotid.”

“No femoral either.”

You stopped keeping track of how long you were at it. You were at three bags of blood when you stopped compressions, and again you couldn’t feel anything. Robby shook his head.

“Robby.” You protested, knowing this was it. There was nothing else you could possibly do. There just wasn’t enough time. He shook his head again, the denial evident on his face. You exchanged knowing looks with Dana as Abbott spoke, but he couldn’t get through Robby either.

“Push one more bag of O neg, resume compressions.” He insisted, his voice breaking the slightest bit. A shaky breath left your lips and you hesitated for just a second, but you complied nonetheless.

“Abbott is right. The bullet probably tore right through the aorta. I still can’t get a pulse and we can’t give her another bag.” Your own voice was breaking, sweat starting to fall down your forehead and soak your hair. He shook his head at you, checking his own pulse to make sure the machine worked. “Michael—“

“I know, I know. Fuck, just, let me try this. Please. Hold compressions.” His voice was shaky, on the verge of breaking as he avoided your gaze. You breathed out shakily as you stopped and waited. You could hear abnormal beats, coming and going. And then nothing. There was nothing. Robby kept trying, his jaw tight and he squeezed his eyes shut as he desperately tried to find a pulse. Anything. There was nothing. Your eyes found Dana’s and she shook her head at you. Your eyes filled with tears when Robby shook his head. “We’re done.”

Your breath got caught in your chest as you held it, your own eyes fluttering shut as the realization finally dawned on you. When you opened them again your eyes landed on Robby and your heart sank. You swallowed, inhaling sharply before you spoke.

“Do you want me to come with you?” You asked quietly and he quickly shook his head, sniffling softly.

“No. I’ll go. Just.. Can you take her?” He looked at Dana. She nodded. You opened your mouth to speak again but he gave you no time. He was rushing down the hall as you were left with your mouth open, speechless and distraught. Seeing him like this, it reminded you of what today was. And that feeling made you so uneasy it made you nauseous.

You didn’t know how much time had passed. You got pulled from patient to patient until your head started to spin. You didn’t even have time to notice Robby was gone. And nobody could find him. Those words made your stomach drop. You rushed to where Jake was, you found him still on his gurney, crying. You figured he knew.

“Jake…” You said softly, and he didn’t even bother to look at you. “Jake, I'm so sorry. We tried. We really did. But I need you to tell me where Robby is.”

Jake stayed silent for a long while, sniffling quietly, still not looking at you, “I dunno. He took me to see Leah then he kicked me out. He started, like crying and didn’t come back out.”

Your eyes widened, your breath picking up and your chest started to pound. “I promise I will come check on you but please, try to call your mom. She must be really worried.” You offered him a half smile, your lip quivering the slightest bit before you rushed to the pedes room. God this fucking room was cursed.

Your heart was not ready for the sight you would find. You were frantic as you opened the door and you found your loving husband, the love of your life, in a corner with his hands behind his head, shaking. You choked on your own breath as you grabbed the curtain and covered the door before you dropped to your knees in front of your husband. Your own eyes filled with tears at the sight of him like this. It was like he didn’t even process that you were here, he was hyperventilating, choking back sobs into his arms.

“Hey, Michael. It’s okay, baby. You’re okay.” You held back your own tears as you reached to grab his face. He wouldn’t stop, he was sobbing and crying like you had never seen him do. You didn’t know what to do, you had never seen him break down like this. Your own tears had started to fall without even knowing. But you kept talking to him, you grabbed his face, “Michael, hey, you’re okay. I’m here with you. I’m here baby.”

“Did… Did I ever tell you you have the prettiest freckles? They go so well with your eyes. You have the kindest, softest eyes. I’ve been in love with them ever since I met you. I knew that you were it, I knew I wanted to be with you, all the time.” You didn’t know what you were saying, or when you started to cry, too, but you continued, “I’m right here with you, okay? At your lowest, remember, like in our vows? I got you, I promise.”

You didn’t know what clicked in his head, or what wall fell down in his fragmented mind, but he reached for you, a broken sob leaving him as he found refuge in the comfort of your arms. He sobbed into your shoulder and you held him, cradling his head as you shushed him softly, choking back your own tears.

“It’s okay to cry, you know? You can cry. It’s okay. Just breathe with me.” You spoke quietly into his ear, pressing a kiss to his hair. He held you tighter.

“I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t save any of them.” He sniffled into your shoulder, his voice hoarse from emotion. It shattered your heart to hear him like this. You would give absolutely anything to make sure he never felt like this.

“I know.. I know. And I can’t make it hurt less, I wish I could. But it’s okay to grieve and feel like this. Sometimes we need to feel it.” You said softly, breathing softly, each breath you took was slow and steady until his own breath matched yours. You held him there, you let him cry until he couldn’t anymore. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how long he had been holding this in. Years of grief bottled up until he couldn’t take it anymore. “You have saved so many lives. So many people look up to you. I look up to you. And I know you have lost a lot, and that feeling will never go away. But the good you have done doesn’t go away either.”

You lost track of how long you stayed like this. But you didn’t care how long it took. You held him for as long as he needed. You said nothing more as he cried quietly into your shoulder, until he stopped and all that was there was his tight grip on you and his steady breaths in your ear. When he was ready you gently grabbed his face and offered him a sad smile. He closed his eyes as he leaned into your touch, a shaky breath leaving his lips as you gently wiped his cheeks. He opened his eyes to find yours. And as he looked at you, you felt so much sadness seeing the eyes you were so in love with so full of pain. You held his face, your cold rings against his hot skin grounded him. You leaned your forehead against his and stayed just like that. You said nothing. He said nothing. You had nothing to say. You needed this silence. Words weren’t necessary, only grief and sadness was present and that was okay. You would be here to pick up his broken pieces when he was ready.

[renlyslittlerose]

If you’re still feeling like a Drabble: a time when Anakin thinks that Obi-Wan is going to be So Mad At Him (but he’s not)

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Anakin always started out with good intentions.

It was just, even Anakin’s best laid plans and most well intentioned ideas came with a certain amount of incalculable chaos. It wasn’t as if he ever went out to make things worse, they just had a habit of happening.

This particular incident started when he was left alone with Obi-Wan’s R4 unit for a dangerous amount of time.

It was a solid unit. She did her job competently, didn’t get in Obi-Wan’s way, and had managed to even endear Obi-Wan to her despite protests to the contrary. But she was so passive. She’d wait for Obi-Wan’s delayed commands during a firefight, hide whenever enemy targets were nearby, and had an annoying habit of following orders to the exact letter. There was no room for improvisation in her coding, no uniqueness, no thought beyond what she’d been told to follow.

In short, she was too perfect.

Anakin believed that droids assigned to Jedi required a certain amount of deviation from the norm - out of the box thinking that would serve the chaos of a Jedi’s life well. They needed to be as strong an ally both in the skies and on the ground. They needed to be like R2. Because R2 was perfect because he was imperfect.

Only, Anakin was also imperfect - not that he’d ever admit to it - and somewhere in his work he got something wrong. Instead of defending herself against perceived enemies, she was defending herself against everyone. Get too close and she’d threaten you with her utility arm, sharp little bites of electricity coming off the end. Actually try and touch her and she’d shock you, making good on her threat with a decisive ‘whack’ on your shin that had you cursing loudly in the hangar bay.

Normally, Anakin would have fixed the problem before sending her back to Obi-Wan. But the thing was - he couldn’t get close enough to her to shut her down, let alone open her up and re-work the coding he’d put in.

At a loss for what to do, he sent her back to the droid storage unit, hoping that Obi-Wan wouldn’t need her before he had time to fix her.

But the Force had other ideas.

“Anakin?”

Glancing up from his datapad, Anakin looked at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan and his very frizzy, static charged hair.

Fuck.

Obi-Wan smiled tightly and walked casually into the room. There was a slight twitch to his right hand, and the vague smell of burnt cotton. “I have a question for you,” he said, voice still deceptively placid. “Did you happen to do something to my R4 unit?”

“Maybe,” Anakin said quickly. He didn’t know why he was being so obtuse. Obi-Wan knew; the maintenance clones in the hangar knew; R4 certainly knew. Everyone knew. “I just did some basic maintenance on her the other day. Her and R2. Why, is R2 acting strange?”

“No, R2 is fine.” Obi-Wan was still smiling. It was unnerving. “It’s just, I went to fetch her for a mission, and the strangest thing happened.”

“Oh?”

“She tried to attack me.”

“Oh. That is strange.”

“Very. She shocked me.”

“I can see that.”

“She also tried to cut me with her wire cutters.”

“I didn’t program her to do that,” Anakin said quickly.

“Just to shock people?”

“Yes. I mean—”

Obi-Wan stared at Anakin. That damn smile was still there. Like he thought this was funny. But Anakin wasn’t going to fall for it. Obi-Wan had to be mad - Anakin would be, if R2 suddenly decided he was a Sith Lord that needed to be defeated for the greater good of the galaxy.

Sitting down across from Anakin, Obi-Wan attempted to smooth his hair down. It didn’t work, little fly-aways following Obi-Wan’s hand like moths to a flame. At least the twitching in his hand had gone. “Do you mind telling me what you were doing with my R4 unit?”

Sighing, Anakin put the datapad down and ran a hand through his own hair. Catching on a knot, he yanked it out with a wince. “I’ve been observing R4 and R2 over the last few missions. Comparing how they function, what their programming is telling them to do, versus what they’re actually doing. I wanted to see what makes R2 unique - why he’s been so successful where other droids have failed. You know as well as I do that regular droid programming isn’t always practical - especially with what we do.”

“Go on.”

“I decided that R4 could do with a bit of tweaking. Change her subtly, so that when confronted with something she’d be able to fight if she couldn’t flee. In addition, I changed it so she’d make decisions based on prior combat data, instead of preexisting coding.”

“And this resulted in me getting attacked?”

“I made a mistake.” Anakin shrugged. “It happens.”

He wasn’t going to apologize. That would admit guilt, and Anakin wasn’t guilty about it. Obi-Wan should have waited to use the R4 unit. It was his fault. At least, that was the story Anakin was sticking to.

“Well, so long as you know what’s wrong with the unit, and you can fix it, I don’t see any harm in what you’ve done.”

Anakin narrowed his eyes and stared at Obi-Wan. “You’re not mad?”

“No. I think your idea, though perhaps hasty, was a good one. I agree, R4 should have more room for decision making, and it would be good to have a unit I can depend on to keep themselves safe. I just wish you’d told me.”

Sitting up a little straighter, Anakin sent Obi-Wan a pleased smile. “Alright, okay.”

“Of course,” Obi-Wan began, a familiar sing-song quality to his voice that told Anakin he wasn’t going to like what came next, “I’m not going to be the one who has to chase her down, fight off her attacks, and fix her. But I certainly will be there when you do. Perhaps I’ll bring a snack and a drink with me - keep me parched and full while you run around after the little droid.”

Anakin’s smile dropped. He hadn’t thought about that. “You’ll help, won’t you?”

“I could even sell tickets to the event,” Obi-Wan continued, as if he hadn’t heard Anakin. Looking up at the ceiling, he waved his hand through the air. “The Great Chosen One versus a Lone R4 Unit - a contest of wills, strength, and intelligence. Who will win?”

“I get your point, Master.”

“I could start a betting pool.”

“Obi-Wan…”

“I’ll bet on you, of course.”

“Thanks.”

“Only because I have to. Proper Master, Padawan relationship, you see. One must always support their Padawan. Even if the odds are thoroughly stacked against them.”

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The front door opens and slams closed with so much you fear for the picture that line that particular wall. It's startles you but you know it can only be one person.

At least you hope it is.

"Jimin? Honey?" You don't hear an answer, growing worried because shit! What if it's not him? You probably shouldn't give your location to the-

"It's me."

You breath out in relief, trying to calm your beating heart. The squeaking of the wooden can be heard underneath his feet as you know he's headed to the living room. In return, confuses you since he always finds you first.

Something's wrong.

"Petal?" You don't let any of that deter you, wiping your hands on the towel hanging from the oven and turning down the fire to let the food simmer. It doesn't take long for you to find him in the living room, sat on the couch with his head.

"Petal? What's wrong?" You see the bags under his eyes. You've notice he's been overworking himself for the dance studio and coming home late from time to time. Your lips upturn into a frown at the way his body is visibly tired. "Jimin. What's-"

"Nothing! Jesus... C-Can you just give me a second?" The moment those words leave his mouth, he instantly regrets it. Your head cocked to the side in a 'what the fuck' notion, face scrunched in irritation. "Honey..."

No. He doesn't get to call you that. He's angry but he's most definitely not mad at you. He shouldn’t have since you didn’t have anything to do with it. It’s not your fault Taemin quit. Or the fact the parents were getting on the instructors' cases about who will have the lead this year for the Nutcracker showcase. In all honesty, Jimin hates this time of year. It brings out the worst in people. The only good thing is the two and a half weeks he gets to spend with you uninterrupted.

And, of course, seeing his students graduate from his class too but spending time with you takes the cake.

When he peeks over at you, he frowns when your face doesn't show any emotion. Fuck, he didn't mean it.

"Jimin."

"Shit! I'm sorry..."

"What the hell?"

"I-I'm sorry?" It comes out more like a question as Jimin reaches for you to make sure you don't scooch away from him. "I'm just exhausted and angry and-."

"I can see that but that doesn't mean you can take it out on me."

"I know, I know... I just-" Jimin stops because he knows you don't want to hear excuses but he hopes you forgive him. "There's so much going on at the studio that I feel I'm being stretched every which way."

"Baby?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Petal," You coo, scooting closer to pull him right into your lap. He lays his head on your shoulder as your fingers thread through his blonde hair. You can sense the way he tenses, running your hand up and down his back as he finally vents.

“What's on your mind?”

“Nothing and everything?” He whispers, closing his eyes to simply feel. "I don't know if I want to keep doing this."

"Your work?"

He nods, "It’s just with the kids' showcase coming up and the parents being pushier than usually. It's getting to breaking point." Jimin grabs your hand to play with your fingers. "And with Taemin quitting on us was the last thing we needed so now we have to find another instructor."

"Seems everything is hectic right now."

"It is..." Jimin groans and you can't help but feel bad. He needs a break. You can't help but want to take care of him like you promised him you would. You always know what to get him to calm down, regardless of why he's riled up. "I don't know what to do."

"Well, I can't tell you because I don't know anything about what you did I can tell you that you got this." Jimin rolls his eyes but the smile on his face says otherwise. “But, if you don't have to talk about it more you don't have to. You know I'm here whenever you want to, Petal.”

“I know.” He pouts, peeking through one of his eyes to get a glimpse of your reaction and blushing when he see you smirking back. “T-Thank you.”

"You're such a cutie." You mushed together like this for a couple more minutes and cuddling him until he doesn't want to anymore. “Anyway, it's what I'm here for.”

He bites his lip before glancing back at the kitchen to see the pot on the stove. "What were you doing?"

"Well I was cooking you dinner but then you started yelling at me. I'm hurt."

"I said I was sorry," Jimin whines while bowing his head and groaning.

"Uh huh."

He calls your name but you can't help but chuckle.

"It's fine baby." You kiss his forehead before nipping at his earlobe. "But, next time you snap at me like that you're going to be punished."

Jimin's eyes widen. He said he was sorry! How much more does he need to do for you to forgive him?

“Nope, you’re not getting out of this by being cute, Petal.” You grab him by the hand to pull him into the kitchen. Your heart sings at how sweet your baby boy is. “Anyway, c’mon. I made your favorite.”

“Kimchi Jjigae?” 

“Mhm." You turn him toward your shared bedroom and pat him on the bottom to get him to move. "Go take a shower, I'll get our plates ready. We can watch a movie or something."

"Okay!" You something kin to weights being lifted from his shoulders.

As you watch him disappear into the room, the wheels turn inside your head. So many ideas come time mind but you settle on one. One you know he will enjoy and appreciate. You'll put it in motion for your sweet little petal because Lord knows how much he needs.

And how much you want to help.

You can’t wait.

[ 07:43pm | Honey🥰: Hey, I need to talk to you when you get home.

Your text sent Jimin’s mind into a mental gymnastics frenzy. Your relationship has been going well, at least, he thought it was. He doesn't know what it could be. Is it good? Is it bad?

He frowns at that.

Oh god, what if you were finally done with him?! Wait no, that can't be it! Shit, what could you need to talk to him so urgently for?

Fuck…

Here he goes overthinking things! Should he text back and ask? Would that ruin the surprise? What should he do?? S-Should he do anything? HIs breathing grows labored, hyperventilating at the the thought of you leaving him. Is this because he yelled?

God, why is he like this?

His phone buzzes in his hand as he takes a quick glances at it, releasing the breath he was holding.

[ 07:54pm | Honey🥰: and I know you're overthinking this. Stop it, it's nothing bad, love I’ll see you when you get home 😘

"Get it together, Jimin." He can't help but snicker at himself and if anyone else was there they'd think he was insane. It takes everything not to tell you what happened because he already knows what you're going to say.

[ 08:05pm | Okay, I should be home in a little bit. Just closing up.

Jimin checks the time on his watch and noting it's almost nine. He hates that he sent most of everyone home (with the exception of Hoseok and Jungkook). It simply meant the three of them had to finish locking up.

"Jimin!" Hoseok runs up to him, his smile bright as ever as he hands him his checklist. "Anything needs to be done? I'm done with mine."

"No. If you want to head out you can." Jimin shrugs while looking over his own. "I can lock up."

He looks at the rest of the closing list:

☑ Making sure his rooms are cleaned and tidy. ☑ Things that were left behind by the kids are put in the lost and found for the next day. ▫ Relieving the Janitor once he's done cleaning the dance floors. ▫ Lastly, shutting off unimportant lights, locking up.

It’s not that bad. He thinks he can manage.

“It’s okay! I just have to see the janitor out and then I’ll be heading home.”

“Are you sure? We can stay and help.”

“You know it’s not a bother.”

“I’m sure. Go home guys.” Jimin starts to shoo them out of the door. “I’ll be fine. I told he-”

“Yeah, yeah. Give her a hug and tell her I miss her cooking.” Hoseok jokes, grabbing Jungkook by the arm to make him leave as well. “We need to get together again!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll see you guys later.” Jimin chuckles before heading to the back to tell the janitor to leave. Lights off, doors locked and the alarm set, Jimin rushes out to his car to get ready to leave. Of course traffic stops him from getting home at his normal time, telling Siri to dial your number and hearing it ring twice before you answer. Pulling onto the highway, he’s trying his hardest to keep his excitement off the gas pedal. It’s easier said than done until he sees the traffic has come to a slow stop. 

He instantly regrets not going the way he usually does.

“Petal?”

“Hey honey, I’m on my way home!” He says before groaning when he notices the traffic hasn’t moved. Of course when he wants to take the highway, there’s a traffic jam. “But there’s a bit of traffic.”

“It’s okay, love,” You chuckle at how annoyed he sounds, wanting nothing more than to pinch his cute cheeks and tell him it’s okay. “Take your time. I’ll still be here.”

“I know. I know. I just miss you.”

“I miss you too, darling.” He hears a bit of shuffling and he can tell you’re in bed. What he wouldn’t give to be in bed with you right now. “But are you sure that’s the only reason you called?”

“Huh? Yes?” 

“Uh huh. I’m not telling you anything until you get here.” You chuckle, making Jimin smile on his end. Your laugh never fails to brighten his day.

“Damn. You got me.”

It’s then that he glances out beyond where he is and realizes there’s been a car accident. A bad one from the looks of it. 

“Oh there was an accident.”

“Well be safe, Petal. We’ll talk when you get home.” 

“Okay I’ll see you in a little bit.” He hangs up the phone, traffic slowly picking up but still moving at a slow pace. Eventually, he makes it out of the radius of the crash (and hopes everyone involved is okay). He ends up arriving home around nine-forty, pulling into his driveway. He notes your car is in the garage so he leaves his parked outside. 

Jimin's heart is thrums in his chest, unsure of what you have planned but excited at the thought of what it could be. He doesn’t know what you have in store for him but that doesn’t stop him from running to the door with his keys in hand and ready to open the door. He’s confused the moment he shuts the front door and sees the downstairs lights are off. 

You said you were going to be home, so… Where were you?

“Honey?” He calls out your name with no answer in return. He tosses his keys and wallet in the basket next to the front door and sets his shoes on the rack. The soft hum of the air conditioner can be heard and the little creaks of the house but he doesn’t hear you. “Where is she?”

Jimin feels his phone buzz, noting you must have texted him earlier when he was getting out of the car. That’s why he didn’t feel it.

[ 09:32pm | Honey🥰: Come upstairs when you get home.

He stuffs his phone into his back pocket and heads upstairs when he sees the candles lining their way from the top of the stairs to your shared bedroom. He bites back the smile, realizing he was really panicking for no reason. Holding your arms open, he runs into your arms with hesitation as you amused at his reaction.

“Surprise Darling!” You grin as he’s vibrating with excitement and also confusion. 

“Is this-”

“Mhm and It’s all for you. I know how stressed you’ve been and I wanted to do something to help you relax.” You, noticing the way his eyes twinkle with adoration. You want to keep that look in his eyes for as long as you remain together. 

“I don’t know what to say.” Jimin throws himself into your arms again, this time his plush lips connect with yours over and over as you giggle into it.

“Petal-”

“No.” Jimin's eyes meet yours as you see his bottom lip begin to wobble, a small pout on his lips. You can see tears beginning to form in his eyes and you can’t help but comfort your baby. You know why he’s so emotional when you do things like this but it still hurts to see. “T-thank you for taking care of me.”

Your smile fades the longer you hold him in your arms as you don’t move, knowing he needs this more than he leads on. To be secure, comforted and not ridiculed. You kiss the tear from his cheek before wiping it away with your thumb.

“I told you I would. You don’t have to thank me for that.” As you hold his jaw, you bring his face closer, your lips so close all he has to do is lean forward to taste you but you don’t give him the luxury again. Not yet. You have a point to make. “You deserve all of this and more, beautiful. And remember what I said?”

“Whoever made me feel less than doesn’t deserve me.”

You hum and note the way he melts into your arms, body so close to becoming boneless. He continues to take in your words as truth because he knows they are. He’s glad he found you when he did and he’s glad he took a chance that night when you spoke to him at the club. He’s never felt this genuine with anyone he’s been with before. 

He doesn’t know where he would be if he hadn’t cast his doubts aside.

“Aish…” Jimin rolls eyes as his head falls back. “I’m sorry for messing up the mood.”

“The mood is whatever you want to make it. There’s no rules.”

Jimin nods, taking in his surroundings as he steps away to truly look around the room. The rose petals leading from the top of the stairs to your shared bed and the way the dim candles are lit and lighting the room. Jimin can’t wait to see what you’re going to do.

“Now it’s time for you to relax and let me cater to you, Pretty.” You hold your hand out for him to take and when he grabs it, you tug him into your chest. His breath hitches and his eyes widen the moment as he swallows. Whenever you take control, it always makes his heart skip a beat but he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. “I wanna take care of you tonight.”

He looks at you before noticing a bottle of oil next to the bed. The apple of his cheeks turning red as you can feel his dick chub up in his jeans. 

“A massage?”

You hum, twirling your fingers for him to turn around and patting him on the butt to force him to move.

“Yes. Now, go shower.” Your tone is playful but stern and he knows you have something more in store aside from the initial plan. 

“O-Okay.”

“Ah, ah. Yes, what?”

“Y-Yes Mommy!” He squeals, practically skipping toward the bathroom before shutting the door. You light a couple of more candles in his absence and grab a couple of towels to lay on the bed. You want him to feel good but don’t want to worry about cleaning the bed sheets later. Plus that oil is a little too runny, you make a mental note to get a different brand. 

It doesn’t take much longer for Jimin to emerge from the bathroom. His hair is wet and dripping as the water cascades down his toned body. You were always amazed at how beautiful he is as a whole but his toned body is on a whole ‘nother level. You’re dying to rip the towel from his body and give him exactly what he needs to release the unwanted tension throughout it but that is going to have to wait.

For now.

“You’re staring,” Jimin states playfully. “Like what you see?” 

He undid the towel around his waist and let it drop to the floor as he watched you run your tongue over your top lip. He shifts on his feet, the butterflies doing work to his stomach. 

God, you make him feel so wanted.

“You know I do,” You chuckle, taking in just how hard he is (cock so red you can’t help but want to kneel down and blow him). The things you want to do to him right now are so surreal but, atlas, he needs the tension released from his body.

Focus.

You gesture for him to lie down on the bed. He makes a show of it, crawling slowly to give you a full view of his ass. 

“You’re really trying to rile me up, aren’t you, Pretty?”

“Maybe?” He winks over his shoulder before laying down on the towel and wiggling a little to get comfortable. 

“Tease.”

“But I’m your sweet little tease.” He grins, folding his arms and resting his head on top of them. He wiggles a little more to get comfortable. Well, as comfortable as he can get with how hard he is. You can see him rut against the bed as you slap his firm ass, hearing him let off a soft groan. 

“Be still.” It’s your turn to strip down to nothing, your lingerie thrown on the floor (long forgotten). You grab the lemon-scented massage oil from the bedside table and climb into bed, weight on the back of his legs just below his ass. You’re careful to make sure you don’t hurt him. 

“Remember. Relax.” 

“It’s kind of hard when I can feel you’re naked on top of me.”

“Would you have it any other way?”

He shakes his head but hisses the moment you apply pressure into the middle of his back. Your hands travel up to his shoulders and back down his back. Jimin’s hyper aware of how wet you are, he can feel it and holy shit, he wants to be buried inside of you. He wonders… Was this turning you on as much as it was for him?However, this massage feels way too good to have you stop now. He didn’t realize how pent up he was now that you’re doing your best to loosen up those muscles. 

It doesn't go unappreciated. 

“How does that feel, Petal?” A soft chill travels through his body the moment you begin walking your fingers down his back again. You’re no doubt tracing the various moon eclipses in the center of it and he can’t say he doesn’t like it… Because he does. You worship every single part of his body like he was made for you to praise and he can’t help but love every part of it.

You conditioned him this way but he’s glad.

“Sweets?”

“Hm?” 

“Did you hear me?”

“Oh no…” Jimin twists slightly to get a good look at you and he wishes he hadn’t. “Fuck…” You look so hot on top of him (even if it’s the wrong way). He can see your nipples hardened from rubbing your breast against his back and probably the cold air. You always look so sexy when you’re concentrating and right now is no different.

Feeling eyes on you, you glance to meet Jimins and smirk, knowing what that glint in his eyes mean.

“Nope. I’m not done, lay back down sweetheart.” 

Jimin whines, wanting to get you to touch him down there but it’s not working. You’re too determined to finish this. You make sure to get the rest of his back, knowing how much he twists and turns while dancing. He mostly complains about it anyway so you know it’s one of the places that needs to be worked out.

“Still with me?” 

He moans, “Y-Yeah, can you go deeper?” as you slide your palm near the trapezius.

You hum, “Of course. You’re so tense.”

“I know…” Jimin sighs, knowing he’s so fucking turned on. It’s starting to hurt a little since he’s laying on it. “M-Mommy…”

“Yeah?”

“Hurts?”

“Hm?” You scoot further back on his legs to be able to lean down and cup his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. It’s when you push your fist into the muscle and then knead into it that has Jimin practically crying for release. He moans your name, gripping the sheets on the side of him and pushes back against your hand with a soft whimper. 

“It hurts so good.” You want to ruin him right here, right now. You want to make sure that he can’t walk for a couple of days, stumbling around asking (or rather whining) for your help because ‘you did this to him’.  

You also want him to be able to unwind. Be free of thoughts and responsibilities. To simply feel the world around him. 

Although, the latter is currently living rent-free in your mind.

The scent of the oil sends Jimin's senses into overdrive as it finally fills the room. When you hit a certain pressure point in the back of his calf, he hisses while reaching for a pillow to hold.

“Tell me if it hurts, baby.”

“I will, mommy.” 

Fuck he needed this. You’re so good to him.

You hum, giving his ass a soft smack and hearing him groan.

“You know what I think, Petal?” You ask as Jimin's breath hitches the moment you start kneading his ass. “I should spank you for your outburst the other day.” You smack his ass again before pressing your hand into his lower back, leaning close to his ear. “I should fuck this pretty little hole until you're begging me to stop. Make you cum over and over again from just my cock but you would love that wouldn’t you, baby?”

“N-No. Punish me.”

“Oh? You wouldn't?” You chuckle, finally pulling his cheeks apart to the small Emerald peeking out of his hole. “Is that why this is here?”

“No! No… I-I just wanted to be prepared.”

“Of course, my love.” You tap the little gem before finally pulling it out and pushing it back in. You quickly up the speed and with how hard he is and all your teasing, he doesn't know if he will last much longer. “But I don't think you deserve this… at least, not yet.” You abruptly stop as he begs you to keep going. You pretend to ignore him. You slowly stand up, admiring the way his hole gapes open with the little green gem sitting pretty. 

He knows you’re going to make him work for it. He doesn’t mind doing it but it’s so pent up, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to withstand it. You, however, are enjoying the show as you take a step back to gaze at him. An impish smile spreads across your face. You have something planned.

“Do you think you deserve it?” You ask, your voice soft but enticing. He nods, his eyes wide with anticipation. 

“I said I was sorry…” 

“I know you are and that’s the only reason I’m not.” 

 “P-Please…” He whines as he tries to rut against the bed but another quick slap on the ass stops him.

“Impatient.” With the click of your tongue, you remove the gem from his ass to watch him try to clench around nothing. “Get on all fours.” 

“Yes Mommy.” He’s quick to obey as you reach around his frame to begin to stroke his cock. Running your fingers over his sensitive skin, he moans in pleasure. His eyes were lidding with excitement. You cup his balls in your hand, to massage them before more back to his ass. 

“You want this, baby?” He can feel you thrusting against him and he so wishes you had your strap on right now. He needs it but whatever else you have planned he’ll take that too.

“Yes!” You rub your index against his hole in a circular motion. He moans softly, his body trembling with anticipation. You tilt forward to begin kissing up his back and once you reach his shoulder blades, he knows he’s a goner. 

“If you can cum for me, you can have it.” You reach up to caress his cheek as his body vibrates with pleasure. His heart is pounding against his chest the moment your lips brush against his. "Now be a good boy and turn over for me baby." You step back and smirk, knowing you're about to give him what he really wants. “I wanna see your pretty face.” 

It’s not so much as a request but more of a demand and Jimin does exactly what he’s told. You notice the moment he does that his cock looks like it’s about to burst from being neglected. The way it curves against his stomach makes you want to put it right in your mouth but you know the moment you do, he’s going to cum. 

And you don’t want him to. Not yet.

You nibble your bottom lip to try not to give off how much this affects you but your mouth is watering at the sight. 

“So pretty.”

“For you.”

“All for me?” He profusely nods as he writhes in your grasp, you feel up his stomach. He’s falling into that headspace but he’s okay with it because he knows you’ll take care of him when he does. You always do. “I hope so. Ready?”

“Y-Yes. Please.” Jimin whimpers, puppy eyes staring right into yours. “T-Touch me, please. I’ve been good. I w-waited.”

“Oh baby,” You coo, tracing the pre-cum on the tip of his cock as it jumps from the feathery touches. Another whine erupts from his throat as he arches his back, desperate to feel your lips or pussy wrapped around his cock.

You know he's growing desperate but you also know the pleasure he'll feel in the seconds to come will be out of this world with all the times you've denied his orgasm. You take a mental picture of him on his back with his legs pressed to his chest for your memory bank, savoring the moment. 

Locked up safe and tight.

“I want you…” Jimin sighs, head falling back into the bed. The oil makes his body glisten, accenting the pre-cum drooling from his cock. You lick your palm and take hold of his cock as you slowly stroke it again. This time you swipe your tongue over the tip before closing your mouth over it and sucking it. “You're gonna make me cum.”

“Oh?” You suck a little harder and by the gods, Jimin is right fucking there just a couple of more sucks and you'll have his cum all down your throat but, alas, you stop again and Jimin feels like he's about to go insane.

“Turn over,” You tell him, hearing him whine louder because why? Why did you stop? Why were you doing this to him? Is it because he yelled at you? God… “Ah, ah.”

“Mommy, I-” You raise a brow and honestly, Jimin knows not to say much of anything else unless he wants you to walk out and leave him with the Blues balls he's ever had. Everything hurts at this point but it hurts so fucking good.

“Turn over.”

Once he's in the position, you smack his already red ass another smack to watch it jiggle from the force. That's when an idea comes to mind. You've seen Jimim dance, you know how flexible your king is and you want to see how long he can hold a position. 

“I want you to do the splits, baby.”

Jimin’s eyes widened at the request. He can do it. Hell, he can do the side splits and the front but he's never done it for sexual gain. Will that feel good?

“Do you wanna cum?” Jimin peeks back with pleading eyes, hoping it'll get you to let him but all he gets is a chuckle in return. “Do you?”

“Y-Yes.” 

“Splits.”

Jimin nods, positioning himself into side splits and scooting back to the edge of the bed per your request. It feels weird, to say the least. His muscles are sort of strained but with years of ballet under his belt, he can handle it. You press his upper body into the mattress, lifting his bottom to make his cock and balls hang off the side of the bed. That way it's not hurting him and making it easier for you to play with. 

“Fuck, I love your ass baby.”

Jimin whimpers and wiggles to try and entice you to start. His cock salivating all over the side of the bed sheets. 

“I want you loud, Petal. I wanna hear how good I'm making you feel. Understand me?”

“Yes!” You smack his ass one more time before taking the right cheek and kneading it. “Fuck yes…” He moans, heading falling into the mattress with a gasp once your tongue is swirling around his pretty little hole. “Please fuck my hole. It's yours Mommy. It'll always be yours.”

“Yeah?” You spit into it before delving back in, your other wrapping around his cock to stroke. “You want me to stretch you baby? You want me to fuck you so good you'll still feel it in the morning?”

“Yes! Yes!”

You can feel the sheets tightened because of his grip on the bed sheets. His breathing grows withered and scarce. He jolts the moment you nip at his right cheek and instantly moves to the left and back. 

“Your ass is so fucking amazing, baby.” You trace your finger around his rim before sinking it in. His hole flutters around it, he's so warm and wet and you wanna put your strap on and fuck him to oblivion but he's going dumb with just your tongue and fingers. “I’m gonna fuck you dumb, baby boy. Make you want me so bad.”

You push your finger deeper as he mutters to no but himself, his body trembling with pleasure. You start off slow, hooking your finger to find that spot that you know will drive him wild. 

“I love how wet you are for me already, baby.” Jimin slightly arches his back and pushes his hips up against you. You smirk at how needy he is now, reaching for a pillow to place underneath his stomach to make him arch a little better. 

“Look at you taking my finger so well. It sucks me right in, baby. I wonder if you're ready for my-”

“I am, please!” He whines, pushing his ass back as he hears you chuckle.

“Eager aren't we?”

“Yes. Please!” Jimin’s full on sobbing now and rutting against the pillow. You know the friction it's causing will be enough to make him cum and you think you’ve played with him enough. “I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me, please!”

“Oh I plan to, but first…” You lean forward and immediately start flicking your tongue against his rim. 

before running it down to his balls to the tip of his cock and giving it a light suck.

“Fuck Yes…” Jimin whimpers, “Your tongue is so good. You feel good.”

“Mhm…”

Jimin reaches behind him to try and shove your head into him and try to keep you there. He much rather have you laying on top of him and fucking his tight ass open but he’s so into his pleasure that he can’t seem to reach you like he wants to. He moans louder and louder as you keep licking and sucking his asshole. 

He pushes his ass toward you just to feel more of you. Your hands, your tongue, your body heat- he’s surrounded by you and he knows he can trust you. You make him feel so safe and secure. 

He’s so close to the edge and he wants you to take him over. Your hands gripping his thighs tighter and at this point, he is straight grinding on your face as you tongue his pretty hole. You’re switching between fucking him with your tongue and fingers and his pleasure is at it’s peak. He can feel it simmering in his stomach, wanting it to snap because he needs this. 

He needs you to keep going. 

He feels your body move against his and his heart races as you take him deeper. He’s never felt this pleasure before and he knows he’s going to cum soon. He moans in pleasure as he feels your tongue exploring him, his breathing becoming ragged as he feels you teasing him. 

He wants you to fuck him. So. Fucking. Bad. 

“Please...” His strength is ebbing away, and he can't keep up the momentum. He wants to cum so bad but he wants to feel full.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, petal.” A chuckle escapes your lips. He surrenders completely and lets you take him as far as you want. He feels so relaxed and open with you and he knows he can trust you. He lets you take control and he lets you bring him pleasure. “Ready?”

“Cum… ‘Wan cum…”

At first, you were simply grazing his prostate and barely touching it but now, you’re fucking him so good that he’s starting to mumble incoherently. He’s tensing and then untensing before gripping the sheets so hard, you knew his knuckles were turning white. His moans grow so much louder as his breathing is becoming labored. 

He’s oh so hot and god, you want to ruin him some more.

You add a third and this point, you’re thrusting in and out as his pretty hole sucks your fingers right in. He can’t control the sounds he makes each time you so much as graze (let alone touching) against his prostate and he knows he’s about to cum so hard. He needs this, his mind and body stressed to the point that he can’t even relax on his own but that’s why he’s happy you’re here.

You always know what he needs.

“I’m about to cum!” He buries his face further into the bed and you know his face is beet red from how much he begins wiggling to reach his high. You lean over and whisper in his ear, "Cum for me, baby." 

He lets out a loud moan as his body shudders and he cums all over himself. 

“Ah! Ah! AH!” He yells the moment he finally cums, he keeps rutting into the bed to keep his orgasm going as you begin to slow down since you know he’s hypersensitive right now. “So good. So good. I’m good. Good.” He whines and you know he is falling into his space. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!”

“Petal?” You immediately climb into the bed to lay on top of you, knowing he needs the comfort of knowing someone is with him. You rub circles into his back, let him know that he's not alone and that you're here. You'll always be here. You’re pleased and content in the knowledge that you made him feel this good.

“I'm sorry…” The way he cries does nothing but break your heart because you know it's coming from a place that he hasn't tapped into since he left his last relationship.

“Why honey?” You ask, your smile turns into a frown when his eyes meet yours but they're widened with fear. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I-” He tried to explain but the moment you shake your head, he stops. 

“Honey, don't ever apologize for something that you don't have control over.” You reach forward to caress his cheek, noticing how blotchy with red they've become since his episode. “I told you I would take care of you and I meant that.”

Jimin hums, eyes in a complete daze as he leans into your touch to rub his face into your hand.

“I'm sorry…” You smile, kissing his forehead as well to say it's okay. You hate the damage his ex’s has done to him but you're determined to reverse it because Jimin deserves everything and more. He deserves to be loved and cared for. Not ridiculed because of what he’s into.

“It's okay, Petal.” He rests his head in your breast and you know sleep is finally taking over his form. He needs the rest and you don't bother him while he does.

With his arms wrapped around your waist and his breathing finally evening out. You can say he's satisfied and stress-free right now. 

Maybe you should run him a bath when he wakes up. 

Yeah, you think you’ll do that. You smile to yourself and stroke his hair, he looks so peaceful and content.

You kiss his forehead, silently wishing him a peaceful night.

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[lonepower]

ok outlaws/kd5 girlies(gender-neutral), what are the postgame thoughts? I have Ideas™ for things I think would be fun, but nothing concrete or connected enough to turn into an actual story yet, and I'm curious how the other people who've been in the fandom longer than I have see the Trailblazer crew continuing on from here!

(own musings under the cut-)

There's a lot of potential in Jet Kordo and the Miyuki Trade League imo. If I do end up writing any sort of plot-focused fic, it'll almost definitely involve them. I think Kay would be a good fit for them - they're clearly not strictly above-board, but they seem to operate independent of the syndicates and have their own practices & codes of ethics, which I think would suit her. And I think she would be interested in catching up with Kordo, if for no other reason than to meet the man behind all the messages. (Also, more importantly, they're an invention of this game, which means I don't have to worry about contradicting 5 million years of convoluted and already-contradictory lore.)

I think they would suit ND as well, actually. He's left a lot of his Separatist programming behind, but not all of it, and he's no fan of the Jedi or the Republic. I can see him slotting the trade league in as a surrogate/successor for the trade federation (which, if it weren't for Dooku meddling in it, sounds like it wouldn't really have been that bad... (<- hasn't watched the clone wars and doesn't plan to)) 

Related, I'm really curious on where we all stand re: what ND actually likes and wants. The game leaves a lot of it up for interpretation; his whole arc is about regaining agency and coming to terms with the fact that he's not just "a tool to be used," (😫😭) but that's... sort of where it ends? He knows what he isn't, now, but I'm not sure he has any more idea of what he is or what "freedom" means than Kay does. He says he enjoys having a purpose, but... what would that be? Lots of potential. Much to ponder.

I do think he genuinely enjoys traveling the galaxy. All of the comms dialogues where he sounds the most interested are about locations, land features, the people therein (for all that he professes to prefer solitude - he doesn't like interacting with people, but he seems interested in observing them). It's another reason I think he'd actually be happy continuing as a smuggler or trader. But people are complex, that can't be his only source of fulfillment. For some reason I got it into my head that he'd be a surprisingly good artist, but I'm curious what others envision for him (◡_◡)

Kay says that having the Trailblazer isn't enough to be really free, but as mentioned it's a recurring theme that she has no idea what being free actually entails (and Qira certainly isn't helping. go pull that cryptic shit on someone else). I think once the death mark is off her shoulders, she'd start to realize that maybe she can just live as she has been, and maybe Nix and ND and the Trailblazer and all the new friends she's made are enough, at least for the foreseeable future.

Speaking of: in-game the death mark is sort of left as a case of No Ontological Inertia, but there's a drabble/plot bunny somewhere in there where it's explicitly Vail who calls it off. Just imagine how that would go. Imagine how smug ND would be. It would be so funny. please

After the wild cards dlc, one of her more Kay-like goals is "get rich enough that I can enter the competition legitimately". ND is actually in the audience this time. Along with Nix, to prove a point, because I'm still salty a) that ND was surprised by my being good at sabacc, and b) I won that goddamn game without framing anyone. I freaking HAD THEM when that bomb went off, I am so mad-

It's a bit of a stretch, but I also really want Kay to be the one who smuggles R2 and 3PO up to Jabba's back door in the beginning of ROTJ. (Lando knows her! Presumably he knows she broke in & out of the palace once already! It could be plausible!) This is mainly because I want to inflict R2 (chaos incarnate even among astromechs) on ND (vocally hates astromechs). Also Kay would be super weirded out by Luke even without knowing the Jedi thing and it would be fun to make them interact.

They still would do their best to avoid the rebels. When the Empire falls 6ish months later, how do they react? How much would life even change for them as smugglers (who would presumably find themselves at odds with any sort of organized government, even an ideal/democratic one)? Does the sudden power vacuum mess them up, or does it make life even more profitable as people struggle to function without structure in a transitional period?

I don't have actual full-fledged fic premises for any of these points and I really do want to know what (if anything) the other handful of people in this fandom have come up with, so if you have additions/objections/other ideas, this is your cue. pls come yell i'm brainrot about this game........

[spaceyaemonds]

omg your most recent piece about dr. abbot was so mf good!!! i gotta know what happens with the pregnancy and everything. wondering if there will be a pt. 2?

also keep up your fantastic work & have a lovely day!!! ☺️🤍🤍

hi friend!! i am so so glad you enjoyed it!!

there will be a part 2! i think for this specific au, it is going to be a series of drabbles (1-2k words), of 7-10 parts! i have a rough draft of how things will go, but i don’t have anything super set in stone yet. i do hope to have part 2 posted some time late tonight, though!

a rough estimate for this week is to possibly have 3-5 parts of the surprise pregnancy, my former stripper/r2!reader fic, and another jack abbot fic posted! but we shall see, work is super hectic this week already!

i hope you have a wonderful day, sweet friend! be sure to stay hydrated!!

[myevilmouse]

We did it guys! We got to the end of Evilmousetober 2024!

If you'd like to read all the drabbles from the last 31 days in one easy spot, you have two options! You can scroll through the link here, or you can read the "fic" I posted on AO3 here. Also remember all the previous years of drabbles are also on my AO3 account!

Enjoy drabble lovers 🥰

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars Legends: Thrawn Trilogy - Timothy Zahn, Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars: The Book of Boba Fett (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mara Jade/Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa/Han Solo, Grogu | Baby Yoda & Luke Skywalker, Arihnda Pryce/Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Ben Skywalker (Star Wars Legends) & Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker & R2-D2, Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Original Female Character(s), Chewbacca & Han Solo, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Callista Ming/Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker & Han Solo, Sienn'rha/Luke Skywalker, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Lando Calrissian & Han Solo, Mara Jade & Mirax Terrik Characters: Luke Skywalker, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Arihnda Pryce, Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Ben Skywalker (Star Wars Legends), R2-D2 (Star Wars), Han Solo, Chewbacca, Wookiee Characters (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Callista Ming, Hera Syndulla, Sienn'rha (Star Wars), Mara Jade, Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Zeltron Characters (Star Wars), Lando Calrissian, Mirax Terrik, Jaina Solo, Jacen Solo, Millennium Falcon Additional Tags: October Prompt Challenge, Fictober, Flufftober 2024, Angstober 2024, Whumptober 2024, Kinktober 2024, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, Jedi Training (Star Wars), Kissing at Midnight, Droids (Star Wars), Prostitution, Twi'lek Species (Star Wars), Bounty Hunters, Rodian Species (Star Wars), Rescue Missions, X-Wing Fighters (Star Wars), Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Pets, Destruction of Alderaan (Star Wars), Jedi Funerals (Star Wars), Tattoos, Weddings, Crossover, Pokemon References, Cybernetics, Walks In The Park, Character Death Series: Part 1 of Evilmousetober Collection Summary:

Welcome to another year's collection of 31 days of 100 word drabbles, all Star Wars related. Once again, rather than choose just one set of October writing prompts, I went all over the place! Enjoy a variety of characters in a variety of situations is very precise, bite-sized chunks this Evilmousetober!

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday, June 13

XANDER: Laugh now, missy, they assigned you to the booth for law enforcement professionals. BUFFY: (stunned) As in police? XANDER: As in polyester, doughnuts and brutality.

~~What's My Line~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Annoyance by Enigmatist (Spike, Angel, Joyce, Buffy, Not Rated)

kiss that’s black as sea by evesock (Buffy/Willow, E)

Up all Night, I Won't Quit by Hecate (Faith/Katherine Pierce, TVD xover, M)

Love (Spaith; Spike/Faith) by Datherine100 (Spike/Faith, T)

VD/Buffy: Last Battle by Datherine100 (Buffy, Faith, TVD xover, T)

OUAT/Angel: Love Will Conquer by Datherine100 (Cordelia/Hook, Once Upon a Time (TV) xover, T)

In Disarray and Dazed (Spike x Y/N) by itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland (Spike/reader, unrated)

Leaving Sunnydale by Rea (Buffy/Spike, G)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Overheard - Ch. 1-3 by silvain (Giles/Ethan, T)

The Adventures Of Cordelia Chase and Xander Lavelle Harris vol.1: She's Back - Ch. 1-8 by Datherine100 (Xander/Cordelia, T)

and multiple other works by Datherine100, a few directly linked below. all rated T, some are one shot collections. other pairings include: Buffy/Spike, Angelus/Darla, Angel/Darla, Buffy/Angel

Xanya (Xander/Anya) - Ch. 1-3 by Datherine100 (Xander/Anya, T)

Coyle (Cordy/Doyle) - Ch. 1-3 by Datherine100 (Cordelia/Doyle, T)

Biley (Buffy/Riley) - Ch. 1-4 by Datherine100 (Buffy, Riley, T)

The Devil's Trill - Ch. 9 by Murray (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Deliverance From Destiny - Ch. 31 by Ragini (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Reclaimed - Ch. 6 by Holly (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Waiting for You - Ch. 8 by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

To All We Guard - Ch. 23 by simmony (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Out of Time: 1942 - Ch. 57 by Jonayla (Buffy, HP xover, FR18)

Ship of The Line – Effect 31 - Ch. 14 by KnifeHand (Xander, Mass Effect and Star Trek xover, FR18)

You Drive Me Out Of My Mind - Ch. 1-35 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R) COMPLETE!

Bruises - Ch. 20 by hulettwyo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Bruises - Ch. 19 by hulettwyo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Waiting for You - Ch. 8 by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Dear Journal - Ch. 6 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) COMPLETE!

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: Does it burn? - Ch. 1 by Dirtyaim (Spike, NSFW, rated PG-13)

Artwork: Spuffified: A Collection - Ch. 5 by satinsafe (Buffy/Spike, NSFW, rated PG-13)

Textpost: spuffy + textposts (4/?) by spikespeaches (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Gifset: buffy + angel's claddagh ring by ptieuca (Buffy/Angel, worksafe)

Gifset: buffy + wearing angel's jacket by ptieuca (Buffy/Angel, Giles, Willow, worksafe)

Artwork: “You ask me to dance and you just stand there?” by l0veisntbrains (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Gifset: 6x15 || 7x05 by clarkgriffon (Buffy, Anya, Spike, Xander, worksafe)

Gifset: Willow Rosenberg + Outfits (Season 4) by clarkgriffon (Willow, worksafe)

Gifset: Ranking Buffy Summers' hair evolution (as voted by my followers) 6/11 by buffysummers (Buffy, worksafe)

Artwork: ☀️☀️ ATS 219. Belonging ☀️☀️ by tmcarlee (Cordelia, worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

REACTION VIDEO: May 22, 2001: Watching 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' Season 5 Finale by 90s Grunge Dreams

[Recs & In Search Of]

l0veisntbrains recs So It Goes by scratchmeout [bonus Spuffy art]

ISO: Pineappleskies1991 seeks Rainy Episodes [from BTVS or ATS]

ISO: thisguy49 seeks shooting location - Does anyone know what school was used to film Angel episode Happy Anniversary

[Fandom Discussions]

POLL: Absolute BEST Faith dream scene? (R2 - bonus round - photos below) by elizadushkudaily

POLL: Vampire Media Guys Round 16: Spike or Klaus Mikaelson? by vampirewrestlinglover

POLL: If Angel existed in “Detroit: Become Human”, would he be pro-android rights or anti-android rights? by giveamadeuschohisownmovie

POLL: Spike from Buffy the vampire slayer, plz. by bedpolls

Anya/Xander vs Other Age Gap Relationships by lightningrain

... Kendra leaves the next day. Where did she stay that night? by finalgirl1984

Cordelia deserved to be back in season 7 for the finale or at least have a comeback... by cordelia-slay

[poll on non-canon crack Buffyverse ships - see commentary in tags] by cangeltwillowinvestigations

Oz in Buffy is often praised for his emotional maturity and calm demeanor... by air--so--sweet

Show me a HERO & I'll write you a T R A G E D Y [Xander rp] by theanimulus

Was Riley Suicidal? by nightshade

I refuse to accept Kennedy as Willow's end game pairing / one true love. updated by garfan

What's your favorite Buffy merchandise? by jigglesauruspuff

behind the scenes photo of amber (tara) in the [new] film ‘i saw the tv glow’ by amigaraaaaaa

Who else is still annoyed that Eliza [who played Faith] wasn't invited to the 20th reunion in 2017? by Other_Thing_2551

Sineya by illvria

Kendra’s existence is confusing. by Complex_Bit_4921

Good point [Riley's sense of masculinity] by jogaforacont

Tara was on a slow and gradual course... to become Buffy's closest friend. by GreyStagg

Unpopular opinion: Willow should have been killed off. by Kat-Attack-52

Angels Timeline [on ATS] by CazzaGal

Los Angeles as a character [in ATS] by Berry-Pie216

Gunn & Fred by Trick-Flight-8749

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[endlesstwanted]

I Got My Heart From You

Drabble for @monthly-challenge’s prompt — Insect. You can read it under the cut and on Ao3 here.

Fandom: The Resident (TV 2018)

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Jessie Nevin & Nicolette Nevin

Tags: Missing Scene, Butterflies, Memories, Spiritual

Summary: During her coffee break, Nic receives a special visit.

Wordcount: 100

Also created for: @lyricalescape | “If you could fly and be the bird.” / @fandom-free-bingo, Book Night Edition | Sitting on Their Lap / @multifandom-flash, r2#2005 | “I love you in every universe.” / @fandombingo, Reverse: 1999 | A Question

It was Nic’s coffee break when she decided to enjoy the sunny day by sitting at a table outside the Chastain Memorial.

She almost missed it after the first sip from her cappuccino, the creature flying to hair and landing on her lap.

The butterfly was as tiny as it was lightweight. Orange, like Jessie’s hair when she dyed it at fifteen.  Like the cat’s painting from kindergarten that lived in their childhood-home’s fridge for years, until they both moved out. Like her sister’s favourite top.

It had to mean something, she guessed. Wondered. Hoped for.

Then, it took off.

[rebelmeg]

Rebelmeg's TSB Mark VII Masterpost

I GOT MYSELF A BLACKOUT FOR THIS ROUND OF THE @tonystarkbingo!!!

S1 - Would You Rather...? | Gen | Iron Family | fanfic

While Tony recovers, Morgan keeps him entertained.

S2 - Tea and Sympathy and Seeing Too Much | Gen | Peggy Carter & Phil Coulson, referenced Pepperony and Ana/Edwin | fanfic

In which awkward SHIELD agents have tea and deal with seeing too much PDA.

S3 - Rebelmeg Drabbles - Chapter 31: Stunned into Stillness | Gen | Iron Family | fanfic drabble

Tony holds his daughter for the first time.

S4 - Not Yet: Chapter 12 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & Harley Keener | fanfic

Taking his arc reactor out is always a bad idea, but Tony doesn't think twice this time.

S5 - Laugh Lines | Gen | Pepperony & Iron Family | fanfic

Pepper has spent years watching the subtle (and sometimes unsubtle) ways Tony's face has changed. This one is probably her favorite.

T1 - Wingmen and Airmen, Flirting and Flying - Chapter 1: Two Drink Limit (Limits Were Made To Be Tested) | Teen | Carol/Rhodey, Tony/Maria Rambeau | fanfic

Tony and Rhodey are having a night out before an important Air Force/Stark Industries presentation in the morning. As it so happens, so are Maria and Carol… Except they know who they're talking to, while the boys have no idea that the ladies they're talking to tonight will be the same ones making their jaws drop tomorrow. Rhodey lays down the law, Tony scoffs at the very idea, Carol is considering hijinks, and Maria is up for the challenge.

T2 - Not Yet: Chapter 14 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death | fanfic

The time Tony didn't die.

T3 - Not Yet: Chapter 8 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death | fanfic

Finding out about the palladium poisoning, and trying to fix it, turns out just as well as you could expect.

T4 - I Want You Back | Gen | Pepperony | fanfic

Pepper asked for the separation when Tony couldn't let go of Iron Man. Then, when she got what she asked for, she realized just how much she was giving up. And found a way to own up to her own shortcomings, and meet the love of her life halfway.

T5 - On and Off the Record | Teen | Pepperony | fanfic

Pepper is a broadcast journalist. Tony is a big-time CEO. When their chemistry makes them friends at first sight, it's really only a matter of time until they finally turn into something more.

A1 - Hot and Bothered and Gone on You | Teen | Pepperony | fanfic

A few weeks into Pepperony’s new relationship, Pepper’s heat comes early. And they haven’t talked about it yet.

A2 - Gingerbread, Cocoa, and Coffee | Gen | Tony & Bucky | fanfic

Tony tries to pull one over on Bucky, who is (unsurprisingly) not fooled. Also, there's a real big gingerbread house.

A3 - Tony's New Cars | Gen | Pepperony | fanfic

Tony seems to have replaced all his cars. Pepper finds out why.

A4 - Not Yet: Chapter 5 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & Rhodey | fanfic

Tony faces a very unhappy new year.

A5 - Wingmen and Airmen, Flirting and Flying - Chapter 2: Darts and Tequila and Pairing Up | Teen | Carol/Rhodey, Tony/Maria Rambeau | fanfic

Rhodey braces himself to make his move, Tony makes his, and last call comes as a surprise to everyone.

R1 - Optically Deficient Is The New Sexy | Teen | Pepperony | fanfic

Tony ponders the positive effect Pepper's reading glasses have had on his life. In bed.

R2 - Not Yet: Chapter 9 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & his Bots | fanfic

Getting out of his banged up suit after his disastrous birthday party isn't going very well.

R3 - Not Yet: Chapter 1 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & Maria Stark | fanfic

Tony's life begins with Death.

R4 - Not Yet: Chapter 7 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death | fanfic

In Afghanistan, Tony visits Death again. And again, and again, and again.

R5 - Not Yet: Chapter 4 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & Rhodey | fanfic

Tony's night in the lab does not go as he planned.

K1 - Bot Shaming - Part 11 | Gen | Tony & Dum-E | social media post

In which Dum-E continues to be a disaster with a fire extinguisher, and Tony continues to be a shocked and appalled Bot Dad.

K2 - Not Yet: Chapter 11 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & JARVIS | fanfic

Tony doesn't like being buried alive, suffocating, and drowning all at once. No, he does not.

K3 - Strictly Ornamental | Gen | Pepperony & Iron Family | fanfic

Tony is doing some last-minute (see also: forgotten) gift-wrapping while Pepper tries to keep their baby out of the Christmas tree.

K4 - Wingmen and Airmen, Flirting and Flying - Chapter 3: I'll See Your Hangover, and Raise You Another | Teen | Carol/Rhodey, Tony/Maria Rambeau | fanfic

The boys are having just as miserable a morning as could be expected after their night out, but when they finally do show up at the demonstration, a couple of familiar faces are there to greet them.

K5 - Primal Satisfaction (of the Clothes-Stealing Variety) | Teen | Pepperony | fanfic

Pepper really understands her husband. Both his possessive caveman side, and his nostalgic pack rat side. Rhodey would really rather not hear about it at all.

ADOPTED PROMPT: abuse - Not Yet: Chapter 2 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & the Jarvises | fanfic

An act of neglect sends Tony into Death's arms once again.

ADOPTED PROMPT: Next Generation - It's Good To Be Back | Gen | Peter & the Stark Family | fanfic

After the Snap and everyone comes back, Peter visits Tony in the hospital and meets someone he didn't expect.

[darthbloodorange]

My Tony Stark Bingo Round 8 Masterlist ( @tonystarkbingo )

[Full extended masterlist on Dreamwidth HERE]

[Warning! Some of the following works may contain; Adult Content, Mental Health issues, Violence etc. Each work should be tagged with warnings. For full tags, please visit my Dreamwidth for my extended masterlists.]

S1 – IMAGE: Tony looking disinterested [Art] Dropping By - Teens - AA - Peter & Steve, Tony & Avengers TumblrLINK / AO3link S2 – AU: College [Moodboard] Love and Lunch - Gen - MCU - Thundershield TumblrLINK / AO3link S3 – Character Death [Moodboard] Alone Now Without You Here, Steve - Teens - 616 - Stony TumblrLINK / AO3link S4 – Action/Adventure [Art] Terrible Place, Inopportune Time - Teens - MCU - Stony TumblrLINK / AO3link S5 – Crack [Art] Kitchen Unicorn - Teens - MCU - Stony TumblrLINK / AO3link

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T1 – 5 + 1 [Art] Team Time - Gen - MCU - Stony, Steve & Avengers TumblrLINK / AO3link T2 – AU: Historic [Moodboard] Picnic on the Grounds - Gen - MCU - AmericanSpice TumblrLINK / AO3link T3 – IMAGE: Focused Tony with a toothpick in his mouth [Art] Find Out, Tony! - Teens - Ults - Stony TumblrLINK / AO3link T4 – AU: Canon Divergence [Moodboard] Patient Confidentiality - Teens - MCU - Thundershield TumblrLINK / AO3link T5 – Happy Hogan [Art] Learning Experience - Teens - MCU - Tony & Happy, Tony & Avengers TumblrLINK / AO3link

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A1 – Grief [Art] When You Go - Teens - Ults - Stony TumblrLINK / AO3link A2 – "I'll sleep when I'm dead." [Drabble] Buried Deep - Gen - Noir - Stony TumblrLINK / AO3link A3 – Free Space [Art] "Language" - Teens - MCU - Steve & Avengers TumblrLINK / AO3link A4 – IMAGE: 616 Tony with kids [Moodboard] Children's Hospital - Gen - 616 - Gen TumblrLINK / AO3link A5 – Christine Everhart [Art] "No Comment" - Mature - MCU - Stony TumblrLINK / AO3link

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R1 – IMAGE: 616 New Haircut [Art] New Century, New Steve - Teens - MCU - Steve & Tony TumblrLINK / AO3link R2 – Asking for Trouble [Art] Disproportion - Teens - MCU - Stony TumblrLINK / AO3link R3 – Tony's Metal Children [Moodboard] Tony's Bots - Gen - MCU - Tony & DUM-E & U TumblrLINK / AO3link R4 – "How Dare You" [Art] JARVIS' Favorite - Teens - MCU - Stony, Steve & JARVIS TumblrLINK / AO3link R5 – IMAGE: Hug and Fly [Art] Dropped - Gen - MCU - Stony TumblrLINK / AO3link

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K1 – Tony Stank [Drabble] Tony Stank - Gen - MCU - Tony & Rhodey TumblrLINK / AO3link K2 – Broken Promises [Drabble] A Promise Broken - Gen - MCU - Steve & Tony, Tony & Avengers TumblrLINK / AO3link K3 – AU: Urban Fantasy [Moodboard] Community Garden Witch - Gen - MCU - Thundershield TumblrLINK / AO3link K4 – Facial Hair Bros [Art] Locked in with Stark - Gen - MCU - Tony & Dr Strange TumblrLINK / AO3link K5 – Drunk Dialing/Wrong Number [Moodboard] Tony's Alarming 3AM Call - Teens - MCU - Stucky, Steve & Tony TumblrLINK / AO3link

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Adopted – Ghosts [Art] There in Spirit - Explicit - MCU - Stucky, Steve & Tony TumblrLINK / AO3link Adopted – Time Travel [Drabble] Time Travel Research - Gen - MCU - Steve & Tony & Avengers TumblrLINK / AO3link Adopted – Interspecies [Drabble] Treaty Solution - Teens - MCU - Stony TumblrLINK / AO3link Adopted – Enemies to Lovers [Art] The Midnight Scoundrel - Mature - MCU - Leapershield, Steve & Tony TumblrLINK / AO3link Adopted – Major Injuries [Drabble] The Hole Situation - Teens - MCU - Stony TumblrLINK / AO3link

[somesortofitalianroast]

2023 Darcy Lewis Bingo Masterpost

Thanks to the weekly prompts, I got a lot of fills this year in the Darcy Bingo. I also stretched some muscles, writing drabbles and creating moodboards.

List of fills under the cut

A1: Coffee shop AU - Gen - Bucky/Steve - No archive warnings apply - 1111 - Of family, Hanukkah, and idiot ex-boyfriends

R1: The Twin dilemma - Teen - Clark Kent/Darcy Lewis - No archive warnings apply - 1344 - Superman was a bit of a perv, who knew?"

C1: Running the Candy Cane 5K - Teen - N/A - No archive warnings apply - 500 - Running the Candy Cane 5K [Drabble Sequence]

Y1: "On a Dark and Stormy Night" - Teen - Clark Kent/Darcy Lewis - No archive warnings apply - 547 - the secret to life and success are the love of a good man (chapter 2: check you for injuries)

D2: New Girl in Town - Gen - Gen - No archive warnings apply - 0 - A Paris Internship [Moodboard]

A2: AU: AirBnB Mixup - Mature - Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis - no archive warnings apply - 1729 - Autumn in Vermont (Chapter 1: A MixUp at the Rental House)

R2: Opposites attract - Mature - Bucky/Darcy - No archive warnings apply - 827 - Autumn in Vermont (Chapter 3: Bucky and Stella?)

C2: Malibu - Gen - Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis - No archive warnings apply - 600 - Steve's an Army man

Y2: Watching Scary Movies Together and the Lights Go Out - Gen - Clark Kent/Darcy Lewis - No archive warnings apply - 585 - an excuse for cuddling

D3: Omegaverse: Courting - Mature - Bucky/Darcy - No archive warnings apply - 1059 - Alphas and Omegas and Heats, Oh My! (Chapter 1)

A3: "When I needed a friendly face, you were there" - Explicit - Clark Kent/Darcy Lewis; past Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne; future Clark Kent/Darcy Lewis/Bruce Wayne - No archive warnings apply - 1547 - I’d know that breathing anywhere on this planet R

3: FREE - Explicit - Darcy Lewis/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Darcy Lewis, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Darcy Lewis/Bruce Wayne - No archive warnings apply - 3214 - just another night (just another night with you)

C3: SHIELD Agent Darcy - mature - Nathan Ford/Darcy Lewis - No archive warnings apply - 899 - Of red wine, broken hearts, and Paris

Y3: Groundhog Day Loop - Gen - none - No archive warnings apply - 200 - Stuck in A Time Loop [Drabble}

D4: Neighbor AU - Teen - Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis - No archive warnings apply - 643 - her neighbor in dress whites

A4: A Long Autumn Walk - Mature - Bucky/Darcy - No archive warnings apply - 1442 - Autumn in Vermont (Chapter 2: An Accidental Kiss.... )

R4: Aphrodisiacs - Mature - Clark Kent/Darcy Lewis, Darcy Lewis & Bruce Wayne - No archive warnings apply - 2257 - I’m going to barely poison your boyfriend

C4: Emergency Room - Teen - Darcy & Clint; Bucky & Steve - No archive warnings apply - 1601 - “So, come here often?”

Y4: Mutual pining - Gen - Scott Lang/Darcy Lewis - no archive warnings apply - 200 - Longing [Double Drabble

D5: Found a Puppy - Gen - tony/bucky - No archive warnings apply - 1691 - A Kitten for a Sergeant

A5: Exes - mature - darcy/bucky - No archive warnings apply - 1642 - well, this is awkward

R5: Omegaverse: Nesting - mature - Darcy/bucky - No archive warnings apply - 967 - Alphas and Omegas and Heats, Oh My! (Chapter 2)

C5: Kidnapped AU - Teen - Clark Kent/Darcy Lewsi - No archive warnings apply - 1638 - this isn’t your usual style, dude

Y5: Amnesia AU - Gen - one-sided Darcy/Tony - No archive warnings apply - 200 - part-time Soulmate; full-time problem

Adopted (June 2023 Party): Coney Island - Gen - Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers - no archive warnings apply - 0 - Coney Island [Moodboard]

[30somethingontumbler]

Saw this post and could not get it out of me head so here we have a tiny little Drabble to satisfy the need for an R2 Kix reunion.

When Kix woke up from cryo sleep he had been told that everyone he knew and loved were gone. His brothers, his Jedi, the few good senators who cared, everyone. He was alone and for quite some time he lived believing that was true. He joined a group of smugglers, he made new friends, he worked to move forward and live.

Then the first order began to take hold, a clone of the empire he was born to fight against, what else could he have done but join this struggling rebellion. A good medic is hard to find in a war like this and Kix was a good medic. Kix was also a clone, and as soon as General Solo heard there was a Clone in the medical tent she had requested a private meeting with him.

He was not expecting to walk into a room and immediately be pulled close to her in a bruising hug, or to see the tears in her eyes as she look him in the eyes as she told the story of a pair of young Twins separated at birth with the last name of Skywalker he shed a few tears of his own as she told him a story of a Clone Captain who beat The Chip and lived through the War, who lived to have a happy ending. Rex was always the best of them, if anyone could have done it, it would have been him.

Most surprising then all of this though was the familiar trill of droid speak that came from the doorway as General Leia Solo finished her story. He fell to his knees to do something he never thought he would, he embraced a Droid. As he knelt on the floors hearing the thrilled beeps coming from the familiar Blue and White astromec he felt a weight lift from him. As he listened to R2D2 trill out something that sounded like ‘Good Droud is a dead droid my ass’ he couldn’t help but laugh, after all this time he wasn’t alone after all.

And there we go now I can move on with my day without this living in my head all day.

[ledouche-lamperouge]

Imagine Code Geass but the episode titles are named like Rick Riordan chapters:

"I Accidentally Join a Terrorist Group"

"My Childhood Friend Shows Up to Kill Me"

"Funiculars Have Never Been So Disturbing"

"Suzaku Does Something Stupid (And No One is Surprised)"

"I Say a Really Bad Joke"

"My Enemy Becomes My P.E Teacher"

"Have You Ever Seen a Costume Party With a Million People?"

"We Wear Butts on Our Heads For a School Festival"

"I Crash a Wedding"

"Schneizel Develops the Ideologies of Light Yagami (Though I Have No Idea Who That Is)"

"I Tell God to Do Me a Favour"

[azertyrobaz]

Dank Farrik Drabble #41

Have some levity on this strange night with Pan/Puzzled! With some characters I usually don’t write about much. I might just be able to catch up with all the prompts I missed...

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“I’m still not talking to you.”

If the astromech could shrug, it would, thought Luke. He sighed and focused again on the pasta he was attempting to cook. He’d never really had to deal with preparing food before, as he’d been happy with his aunt’s cooking most of his life, then dependent on rations or instant meals provided by the Rebellion.

But there was a first for everything, and he had time on his hands. More time than he’d expected actually, since his first (and only) student had just deserted him, whisked away in the night by his droid. A droid he’d thought trustworthy until now, if a bit unhinged at times.

“Anything could have happened to you two out there, why didn’t you wake me?” he grumbled.

R2-D2 emitted a series of beeps he interpreted as a long suffering sigh.

“Ahsoka Tano says his father is a powerful warrior. I wouldn’t want a Mandalorian on my back, had anything befallen his son.”

The white and blue droid chirped, stifling an electronic laugh.

“Yes, I know, I said it…” Luke mumbled. “You were right about that, at least. They do share a very close bond. I just hadn’t realized how close, or how much it hurt them both to be separated.”

He’d been too happy about finally being able to share his knowledge. This school was everything to him and he’d despaired not being able to find students.

“Maybe I was a little too eager,” he admitted. “But I know I was able to help him – he needed to remember and use the knowledge he’d already acquired on Coruscant.”

The astromech shared some more of his own knowledge – which was very vast apparently, and Luke turned his back on him to roll his eyes discreetly and hide a smile. Dammit, the water was boiling already.

“Yes, you told me that already, he was so anxious to leave this place he punched the hyperdrive himself, no need to rub it in.”

More beeps and Luke frowned. Surely he wasn’t understanding this right.

“You’re making this up. The Mandalorian wasn’t ‘so distraught’ from missing his son when he came here that he didn’t realize you were building a bench.”