#and both of them sleep like they’ve been hit by a truck

[cowboy-caboodles]

Javey Sleeping Positions!!

I just KNOW Jack is the type of person to fall asleep anywhere, in any position, at any time, while Davey sleeps like he’s about to be cremated

[linked-through-the-centuries]

To help explain personality/chaos levels/Vibes for each of the Links, here’s how I imagine all of them would drive if cars existed (loosely ranked from best to worst, it’s not a hard set scale):

Twilight: Literally perfect, has never hit the curb before in his life, always uses his turn signal, never speeds, has never been pulled over. Driving with him feels SAFE and he makes sure everyone is comfortable and ready to go BEFORE he starts the car. He will tell everyone off for being too loud and tell them he needs to focus on the road, and he also checks the traffic maps before he goes anywhere so he knows the best route to take because he gets anxious sitting in heavy traffic. Most likely to have a minivan to drive ‘the kids’ around in, and also a pickup truck for work

Calamity: Perfect driver, both hands on the wheel always. The car ride is dead silent because he’s mute and also refuses to put on music, plus he’s not that talkative anyway, so it’s up to whoever’s in the car to talk if they want to. Would probably drive a small black SUV

Past: The kind of person who you cannot read whether or not they’re a good driver just based on vibes, but are surprisingly good. Sometimes stops are a bit rough and maybe they’ve hit the curb once or twice, but has never been given a ticket. Would have an older car that they’ve taken good care of, like an early 2000s Toyota Corolla

Mask: He’s a good driver, he’s just so stressed he has a death grip on the wheel and if people don’t let him over on the highway or he can’t merge over on surface streets he will burst into frustrated tears. Has to have the music turned up loud enough so that Hylia can also hear it, but without it he’ll be too much of a nervous wreck to drive. Would drive an SUV, he couldn’t handle anything bigger (he’d get too stressed out)

Sky: His kindness and music taste makes up for the fact that in a fifteen minute drive, you gripped the handle and feared for your life once. He asks if people are buckled up before he starts the car because one time he braked so hard Mask’s face bounced off the dash and he still feels bad about it. Would drive a smaller car and it’s definitely bright red

Minish: Inexperienced, and sometimes forgets to put on his turn signal. Has ran a red light once or twice. He’s 15 so he wouldn’t have his own car, he’d probably use Twilight’s or Wars’s

Warriors: He has never been in a crash that was his fault, which no one believes because getting in the car with this man feels like tempting the reaper. The kinda guy to hit a pot hole that leaves the car making a brand new sound and just go “OOPSIES!!!” but he cries himself to sleep over it. He either screams along to his playlists or he tells you the hottest gossip you’ve ever heard. Usually has an iced coffee in one hand and waves it around when he talks. Would have a Ford Escape, but like a 2013 Ford Escape specifically. He also checks the traffic maps before he leaves because he likes to he efficient and will leave very early for whatever event he’s going to

Tune: He’s never been the direct cause of a crash and that’s what’s important. He calls his car “ol’ girl” in the most respectful loving manner, and treats the car better than anything else in his life. That being said, he is a truly awful driver and would have a little old sports car

Hyrule: Struggles to stay in the lanes because he gets distracted by landmarks. Past has had to grab the wheel and steady it on more than one occasion. HAS hit another vehicle because he stopped too late. He’s also run several red lights because he thought he could make it

Tears: Better at off road driving than on road driving. You need to take a car up the side of a mountain? Tears is your guy. Otherwise don’t get behind the wheel with them, EVER.

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Fire camp (AO3)

Carlos' nephew wants to go camping with the new crew from station 126, Carlos goes along as chaperone. - Different first meeting AU

written for @tarlosweeklyprompts prompt of the day: Camp (I'm not even going to pretend I remember what day this was originally for)

A/N: I really struggled with this one, but I hope you guys like it.

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“Fire camp? Did you put him up to this?”

“No, a firefighter came to our school and showed us all kinds of cool stuff!”

“Cool stuff? Like what?”

“Like what to do if there’s a fire in the kitchen.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“It’s not! I want to go! Please mama! All of my friends are going and tío Carlos said it’s ok!”

“Oh did he now?”

“I’m sure they’ve taken every precaution to keep the kids safe. And it says parents are welcome too.” Carlos said, trying to placate his sister. He loved her and his nephew dearly but he didn’t want to get dragged into the middle of whatever the latest drama was. 

He’d agreed to pick Samuel up from school for her but that was as far as his uncle duties went as far as he was concerned.

Camila turned her attention back to the flyer.

“Do you know any of these people from station 126?” she asked him.

“Not really. There’s a whole new crew after the old one was… lost… on a call that went south.” Carlos explained, trying to keep things vague enough so his nephew wouldn’t catch on.

“So they’re all new to Austin and I’m supposed to hand over my nine year old to them?”

“I’m almost ten!”

“Not the point, Samuel. I don’t know these people, and they don’t know us or the city. I don’t think it’s safe.”

“Cami, they’re firefighters. It’s their job to rescue people.”

“Yes, rescue, not keep safe.”

“I know they have a medical side to the station too. Paramedics.”

“Who also only show up when people are in trouble.”

“What if tío Carlos came too? He’s a policeman, they protect people. Right tío Carlos?”

Carlos resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The kid was getting way too smart for his own good.

“Yes… but I have to work. And this camp is for kids only. Ages 8-12. I’m a little older.”

“I don’t know… if it’s mental age you should fit right in.” Camila said, daring her little brother to hit back with a dig of his own.

Carlos gave her a fake smile but let the comment slide.

“But they allow moms and dads to come too. So you and your mom can go together and she can see all the cool stuff they’ll teach you.”

“Oh no, I’m not sleeping in a tent in the middle of nowhere.” Camila told them and then turned to her son. “You can go if you can get tío Carlos to come with. I’m sure they could use a policeman to help out.”

“Please tío Carlos, please, please, please.” Samuel begged.

“Alright. I’ll see what I can do.” Carlos sighed. “I have to get to work now but I’ll stop by there afterwards and ask if I can help.”

“Can I come?”

“I have to work Samu. I don’t finish work until 8 tomorrow morning.”

“That’s when I have to go to school.”

“Exactly. And isn’t your dad coming to see you later? He’ll be disappointed if he came all this way for nothing.” Carlos reasoned. “I’ll text your mom as soon as I know anything. I promise.”

After saying his goodbyes to his sister and nephew, Carlos quickly headed home to change for his shift, only to realise he got the days mixed up and his schedule didn’t change to overnights until tomorrow.

He debated what to do with his free evening for a while before deciding to head to the firehouse and offer his help for the fire camp.

He’d been inside the old station 126 a few times to follow up after scenes both AFD and APD had been called to, but he’d never paid much attention to what the place looked like.

This time when he walked in, the first thing he noticed was a giant memorial for the fallen firefighters and what he could see from the rest of the firehouse, looked like something out of a magazine.

“Hello?” he called out when he didn’t see anyone. “Is anyone around?”

“Hey, can I help you?” a man of around his age jumped down from one of the trucks. Carlos had to remind himself how to breathe when he took a good look at him. He was gorgeous, with a smile that somehow lit up the room and green eyes that were sparkling.

“Uh yeah… I uh… saw the flyer about the fire camp thing you guys have coming up. I was wondering if you needed a pair of extra hands.”

“Are you a firefighter?”

“Uh no, I’m a cop. But I’m good with crowd control. I have experience with handling difficult people so 8-12 year olds… shouldn’t be that much of a challenge. Hopefully.”

The man laughed.

“Alright, wait here officer, I’ll go get the captain. He’s the one who came up with the idea to organise something for the local kids to get to know the community.” He turned around and walked out of the bay. “I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later the man returned with what Carlos assumed to be the captain in tow. He gestured at him from a distance and disappeared into the firehouse again.

“Hi. Owen Strand, captain of the 126. What can I do for you?” The captain walked up to him and shook his hand.

“I’m Carlos Reyes, I’m with the APD… I saw your flyer for the kids camp next weekend and I was wondering if you needed some extra help.”

“You’re volunteering to spend a weekend with a group of 8-12 year olds? I had to practically force most of my crew.” The captain said and Carlos shrugged.

“My nephew really wants to go and my sister won’t let him without supervision… and the real challenge will be spending the weekend with a group of firefighters. Red and blue are rivals in this city.”

“Not in my house, not in my camp. We’re all family here.” Captain Strand insisted. “But we’d be happy to have you on board… Carlos was it?”

“Yes sir. Carlos Reyes.”

“Come on up to my office, Carlos, so I can write down your contact information and fill you in on the details.”

They walked further into the firehouse and up some stairs leading to some kind of common room where a group of firefighters were gathered.

“Is he a new recruit?” Someone asked as they walked past.

“Nope. Sorry Mateo, you’re still the probie.” Captain Strand replied and the group burst out laughing.

Fifteen minutes later Carlos had given Captain Strand his name and phone number and made his way out of the firehouse again.

“So, are you going camping with the crew on Saturday?” The man from before suddenly appeared next to him right before he walked out of the building.

“Uh yeah, looks like it. Will you be there too?”

“Looks like it.” He said with a smile. “Cap’s making us all go to bond with the community or something… but suddenly I don’t mind so much anymore.” He held out his hand. “I’m TK.”

“TK? Is that short for something?”

“Yes it is.”

Carlos waited for him to explain but he didn’t say anything.

“Are you going to tell me what it stands for?”

“Not right now. Not when you haven’t even told me your name.”

“Carlos. Reyes.”

“Officer Carlos Reyes. I’ll make sure to remember that. See you Saturday.”

“So you’re still not going to tell me what TK stands for?”

TK grinned.

“Nope. You’ll have to earn it. Bye officer Reyes.”

The next few days Carlos did his best to put firefighter TK out of his mind and focus on his job and just get on with his life.

Only the fact that his nephew wouldn’t stop talking about how cool the camp was going to be, and how cool the firefighters were, meant that station 126, and one member of the crew especially, was constantly on Carlos’ mind.

Even Camila had caught on and under the guise of checking out just who they would be going camping with, she’d cyber stalked the AFD and found station 126. Apparently one of the firefighters was a social media star and TK a willing participant in her videos.

“He’s cute. Just your type.” She told Carlos, when he came to pick Samuel up and the boy went to pack his stuff.

“I don’t have a type.” Carlos argued. “And even if I did, I don’t even know if he’s into guys. Or into me.”

“He’s into guys.” Camila said, tapping her phone screen.

“How do you know? Does he look gay or something?”

“No. It’s in his bio. And there are pictures of him at pride. He’s from New York. The captain is his dad. I’ll send you the link to his profile.”

“I’m going to be spending the next 24 hours with the guy, I don’t need you to stalk him for me.”

“You’re going to be spending the next 24 hours watching my kid and make sure he comes home in one piece. Don’t get distracted by pretty boys.”

Carlos rolled his eyes.

“We’re going camping just outside the city. It’s close to the ranch actually.”

“Oh so you can introduce your new boyfriend to mom and dad right away.”

“Shut up. I’ve barely said three words to the guy. And I’m supposed to watch your kid, remember? Samu are you done yet? We have to go!” He said, directing the last part at Samuel.

The last thing he needed was his parents knowing anything about his love life.

Or lack thereof.

By the time they got to the camp site, it was starting to get busy. People were setting up tents and some of the firefighters he’d seen at the station were playing games with the kids.

TK however seemed nowhere to be found.

Carlos almost immediately lost Samuel to his friends, leaving him to set up their tent alone.

He sighed but got on with the job. It’s not like he’d really expected a nine year old to be much help anyway.

Only putting up a tent on his own proved to be more of a challenge than he’d thought.

He was just about to give up and convince Samuel sleeping under the stars would be the ultimate camping experience when he heard someone walking up to him.

“You look like you could use a hand.”

“Uh yeah, that would be great thanks.” Carlos said, crawling out from under the tarp, and staring up at TK’s smiling face. “Hi…”

“Hi yourself.” TK replied, amused, before kneeling down beside Carlos. “I’m not sure how much use I’ll be though. I’m from NYC, I don’t exactly have much experience with camping or putting up tents.”

“Right. Well… I appreciate the help anyway.”

“And if we get stuck, we can always ask Judd. He put ours up in about 10 minutes flat.” TK said and noticed Carlos looking past him to try figure out who Judd was. “The big guy. Texas personified. We’re sharing a tent because he thinks he needs to keep an eye on me. For some reason he thinks I’m going to get up to no good if he doesn’t.”

“Oh. And is he right to think that?”

“Maybe.” TK said with a grin. “I have been known to give into temptation every now and then.”

Carlos smiled and together they worked to put up the tent.

TK wasn’t much help but Carlos enjoyed being close to him and getting to know him a little while they worked.

“So… what about you?” TK started after telling him a bad break up made him decide to follow his dad to Texas. “Anyone waiting for you at home? That cute kid’s mom maybe?”

“Oh she’s definitely waiting for us at home. And demanding updates on what we’re doing… but she’s also my sister. Samuel is my nephew.”

“So you’re the cool uncle taking him camping with a bunch of firefighters and paramedics?”

“I was kind of forced into it… but I’m having a good time so far.”

“Likewise.”

Together they managed to get the tent up without too much trouble and when they were done they sat down in the grass in front of it.

“I’d offer you a beer but…” Carlos opened a cooler and took out a can of coke. “This is all I’ve got.”

TK smiled and accepted the drink.

“It’s fine. I’m not much of a drinker anyway. I get into enough trouble without throwing booze in the mix.” He said, turning serious.

“Really? Should I be worried about having to arrest you?” Carlos teased, trying to lighten the mood. He didn’t know what was bothering TK but he wanted to keep him smiling.

The corners of TK’s mouth turned up a little as he fiddled with the lid of his can.

“I promise I’ll be on my best behaviour this weekend.”

“Pity.” Carlos commented and took a sip of his drink.

TK raised an eyebrow at him.

“Officer are you suggesting I shouldn’t be a law abiding citizen?”

“I’m not suggesting anything.” Carlos said innocently. “And I’m not on duty so I’m just Carlos today. Tío Carlos to him.” He nodded at a group of kids Samuel was with who were busy with some kind of dance routine with Paul and Marjan.

“Hey guys, we’re doing a dance challenge Marj found online. Come join in.” Paul called out to them while Marjan tried to get the rest of the crew and some of the parents to join in.

“I don’t know the steps.” TK replied. “Carlos and I will just go look for firewood in a minute. You guys keep doing your thing.”

“Neither do I, but it’s fun. Come on.” Paul tried again.

“I’m not really a dance challenge kind of guy.” TK told him before turning to Carlos. “I used to play guitar. I’m pretty sure my mom still has my guitar in her attic somewhere.”

“Really? My dad plays too, if I’d known I would have brought his guitar out here.”

TK shook his head.

“I haven’t played in years. I’m not sure I even remember how to.”

“I’ve been told it’s like riding a bike.”

“I haven’t done that in years either.” TK said and they both laughed.

“Guys, come on, come join us! It’s fun!” This time it was Captain Strand trying to convince them to join the group. Almost all of the kids had joined in as well as some of the parents.

“Tío Carlos, come dance with us!” Samuel yelled while apparently effortlessly keeping up with the routine.

“In a minute.” Carlos promised and watched them for a moment before turning to TK. “It’s just line dancing. It’s not that complicated. I can teach you.”

“You know line dancing?”

“I’m Texas born and raised. It’s kind of hard not to.” Carlos said with a shrug. “My aunt was really into it for a while and she and my mom got really competitive.  Me and my sisters and cousins all had to learn when we were younger. My sister even won medals. There is a bar in town that has line dancing nights. It’s fun. I still do it every now and then.”

“Really? Do you wear a cowboy hat and the boots and everything?”

“For special occasions.” Carlos winked and got up. “Do you want to come dance?”

TK hesitated for a moment but then let Carlos pull him to his feet.

“Lead the way.”

~ three years later ~

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” TK said, cheeks hurting from smiling all day.

“If I recall correctly you didn’t need much convincing.” Carlos replied with a grin.

“That’s because you played dirty.” TK grabbed the cowboy hat from Carlos’ head and put it on his own. “You look way too good in that.”

“You wanted me to wear it.”

“Well it is a special occasion isn’t it?”

Carlos smiled and tipped the hat back so he could kiss TK.

“Yes it is.”

A microphone beeped and when they looked up they saw Gabriel and Owen argue over who could use it first.

“Should we do something?” TK sighed.

“Nah. Let them. Mama will deal with them.” Carlos said, slipping his hands under TK’s suit jacket to get his attention back on him.

They were close enough to catch a few words when Andrea indeed took it upon herself to deal with the two fathers. Carlos was pretty sure he heard some Spanish curses she would have grounded him for using as a kid.

“And now, the happy couple would like to invite you all to join them on the dancefloor, and celebrate their marriage, Texas style.” Camila had taken the microphone from Gabriel and Owen. “Welcome to the family TK, you’re a true Texan now.”

TK tipped his hat at her as the music changed from their carefully selected playlist to something straight out of the jukebox at the honkytonk.

“Do you think you remember the steps this time?” Carlos asked as they got in line with all of their guests.

“I don’t know. You might have to help me.” TK replied. “I’m feeling very forgetful today.”

Carlos lovingly rolled his eyes at his new husband but stepped behind him and put his hands on his hips to guide him through the steps, just like he’d done that first day at the campsite.

Even though this time around TK definitely didn’t need any help.

He put his chin on TK’s shoulder and dropped a kiss in his neck.

“And you say I’m the one playing dirty.”

[localcryptidinthewoods]

rockstar au !!

hotel room / sleeping edition!

@that-one-i-think has already said who bunks w who and it makes sm sense, imma just repeat it (plus add info) incase you have not seen that whole thread of reblogs

irene & shad room together unless their on a break, in which shad will go with menphia and irene will go with kul’zak.

irene always demands the best hotel room with the best room and view, and will annoy the others to switch with her if the one she got originally didnt match what she wanted. she has a 30 step skin + hair care routine, and has done that one trend of the “i cant do nights” of her post routine (she does so much and too much in order to avoid aging and keep her hair perfect). you would think irene would be a pretty sleeper because of how she acts but i think she sleeps like a truck just hit her. sprawled out all over the bed, blankets on the floor and everything. her side of the room is a mess cuz shes the kinda person who throws her whole closet on the floor trying to figure out an outfit.

shads kinda the opposite, he could care less if the hotel room is nice aslong as it has a half decent bed. has a skin + hair routine mostly because irene forces him to do it, its just not as intense as her. hes the pretty sleeper in that relationship, he sleeps like a pretty princess which is very funny bc dudes buff, covered in tattoos and has a death glare that could kill. i think hes a big cuddlebug when hes sleeping. i think hes also the type of guy to check that the doors actually locked 30 times and that theres no secret cameras before being able to sleep. his side of the room is pretty clean other than shoes being scattered around.

menphia & enki room together, they arent particularly picky with rooms, they just need one with a good ac system bc menphia runs hot. their room is ussaly the messiest along side irenes due to the same reasons, exept both of em do it. the two of them also spend 80% of the night gossiping and talking shit about others with one another.

menphia has a normal skin care routine but a heavy hair care routine. i think she dyes her hair a lot but wants to do the best she can to maintain it healthy + her hair is really really thick so its just extra work all around. shes the type of person who steals stuff from hotel rooms ranging from the toiletries to pillows to one time she stole the ironing thing some hotels offer bc they lost theirs and needed a new one. has probably set off the sprinklers in a hotel, how? idk yet but its happened. menphia sleeps curled up like a cat (mostly bc i’ve been headcanoning her as a meif’wa) and tends to purr in her sleep / in order to fall asleep

when irene & shad are on break / arguing, her and shad share rooms and when they do jesus fucking christ is it loud. they’ve almost gotten kicked out of hotels n motels because of it. the two just have an emo reunion. menphia lets shad rant about irene to her cuz she knows that he dosent really get to talk about it very often and that it helps him when he does.

enki has a normal skin care + hair care routine, just the basics. i think their pretty lucky when it comes to that area so they dont have to do a lot. enkis def the person who goes out for vending machine drinks & snacks in the middle of the night when they cant sleep tho and almost always wake up menphia whenever shes sleeping when trying to get back in no matter how quiet he walks in just cuz menphias a lightish sleeper. enki snores but its not annoying, its more like soft snoring. i think enkis a side sleeper who forces herself to sleep on her back but he always ends up on their side bc comfy.

when menphia rooms w shad, enki is stuck rooming with esmund. it’s ok, esmunds a really nice roommate its just…awkward? i suppose? they dont have a lot in common that their aware of other than the band. the night is spent with them both going to bed early after talking small talk for a little bit. so yeah awkward nights.

speaking of esmund, esmund and kul’zak room with one another. their room is the cleanest by far. kul’zaks side is a little messy but its mostly blankets on the floor n what not. the two of them talk about everything and anything, from The Divine band to their own little two person band Lament, they talk about new songs to write and old songs, they talk about the past and their futures and what they want to do with it.

esmund has the basic skincare + hair care, nothing extra other than what you need. i dont think he worries about that kind of stuff too much, but irene is always trying to get him to buy more products n what not. i dont think esmund uses a lot of blankets when sleeping, one at most, just bc he dosent get cold easily yk. i think he sleeps on his back cuz comfy, and i think he snores too much like enki. i think esmund is the kind of guy to always make his bed in the mornings and kul’zak tells him its fine that he dosent have to but esmund is just like: its the polite thing to do !!!!

kul’zak is part of the 15 step hair care routine club, i think this man has beautiful curly hair that he takes care of extremely well. his skin care is normal but his hair care is extra just like irenes is. kul’zak is a side sleeper for sure, curled up too. very comfy. he has to sleep with 5 blankets and 6 pillows otherwise he cannot sleep. only exeption to this rule is if hes sharing a bed with esmund.

kul’zak is the one that rooms with irene whenever her and shad r on a break. he lisents to her rant and go on her angry tangents which turn into frustrated tears and her yelling into a pillow while smiling and nodding. i feel like irene & kul’zaks nights either go with him nodding qnd smiling while she rants or the two of them having a really deep conversation about a situation, one or the other and its ussally the former. since irene sleeps like a truck hit her he’s ussally able to sneak out and see the others before going to bed himself.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Think of this as a bit of a prequel to my Jake is an er nurse au!

TW- terrible, kinda abusive/pressuring for sex oc cowboy bf for Jake. Don’t worry they break up.

Jake loves the rodeo. Decided to tag along with the guys that do it pro for a few years. Three years of this and he’s loved every second. Knows he won’t be a lifer like some of the guys though.

The men are a nice bonus as well.

He’s not a buckle bunny since he rides but goddamn does he love cowboys.

Emmitt is four years older then him. They’ve floated around each other for a few years. They compete in different circles, Jake rides bulls, Em rides horses.

Jake liked being pinned down and being made to ride his thigh until he’s crying.

He can hear his dads voice in his head telling him not to do anything or anyone too stupid.

Emmitt definitely qualifies as stupid. Twenty and twenty-five is definitely a stupid age gap. But the way he watches Jake ride makes it all worth it.

-

Jake is in the back of the truck, they’ve been making out for a good fifteen minutes. Jake hopes Em will decide to stick around after he fucks him tonight. They’re two nights out from another competition. Jake gets gently slapped in the face. Emmitt has a habit of doing that.

Jake’s not sure he’s a fan of it.

Suddenly there’s a pain in his leg. It’s been causing issues all week. Landed on his hip wrong last ride. “Em wait. Ow. Fuck my hip.”

Emmitt pulls back to look at Jake. He tilts his head. “Baby can’t take it come on. Please? For me?” Jake shakes his head “not tonight it’s fucked.” Emmitt sits back up. “Well guess I’ll be going then.” Jake scrambles to grab his wrist. “No stay!” The man looks at Jake. He grins like a shark.

“But sugar if I stay I’m just going to want to fuck you.” Jake blinks at him. He hears his dads voice saying if someone ever pressures him to walk away.

Jake shoves his shoulder, “we can make out but I’m not doing anything more tonight. If you’ve got an issue with it yeah you can leave.”

Emmitt leans over to kiss him. “Come on it can’t be that bad with how you were dancing with Ryan earlier.” Jake stares at him. “Fuck off don’t start this shit again. You know there’s nothing with me and Ryan.”

Emmitt shakes his head, “dunno seems like you’d hop on his dick pretty fast.” Jake can’t believe this. He shoves the door open and lands on his feet. “We’re not doing this. Go sleep it off Em.”

The problem Jake has is he’s lean. Has to be for riding. But Emmitt is bigger, stronger. Can’t blame Jake for having a type.

A hand latches itself around Jake’s wrist. He’s jerked to a stop. “Sugar stay. Don’t go be a pouty bitch. Or a slut.”

Jake spins, he rips his wrist out of the hold. “And just like that we’re done. Fuck you Emmitt what the hell. I’m not the one who gets drunk, flirts and feels up the buckle bunnies. You do that. You’re the slut.”

There’s a crack of a slap.

Jake can’t believe it.

He punches Emmitt in the face faster then he can think. His dads didn’t raise a pushover. Always said if he got hit he better hit harder

It makes Emmitt stumble. Jake grabs his hat and takes off for Ryan’s trailer. He hears footsteps behind him he runs faster.

He slams into the door and falls through, he shoves it closed. Ryan sits up from where he was with his own buckle bunny. “Hey. Uh. We broke up. He hit me. Hit him back. Didn’t like that.”

Ethan and Ryan blink at him. They both move at once. Ethan snatches the knife he keeps on the bedside table, Ryan grabs the shotgun from the kitchen.

They’re both just in boxers but they shove Jake behind them. Ryan rips open the door. “Emmitt were driving through Death Valley tomorrow, if you even think about touching Jake anymore you’ll not leave that Valley. You hear me?” Ethan sends the knife flying into Emmitts hat. There’s a scream.

“Fine! The slut wasn’t worth it anyways! Fucking whore! Fag ass dads too!”

Jake can only watch in fear. He’s never had a boyfriend this bad before.

Ryan pulls Ethan back from doing anything stupid.

They pull Jake onto the small couch. Ethan hands over a satellite phone. “Call your dads, tell them to meet us in Vegas. They’ll get to watch you win and you’ll have more people in your corner.”

Jake can only stare at the phone. “What if they’re mad.”

Ryan laughs, he pulls Jake under his arm. Jake leans into the bigger man, “your dads are the nicest people ever. If anything we’ll have to keep them from killing Emmitt.”

Jake smiles at that. Ethan lights a cigarette and passes it to Jake. Now Jake doesn’t tend to ever smoke but goddamn he feels like he deserves it today.

“I’ll grab you ice. Ethan go get the kid some food and something strong to drink.”

Jake smiles at them. He knows they’re giving him an opportunity to talk to his dads privately.

They lock the door after they leave.

Jake dials the house phone.

It rings and rings.

“Chris Seresin?”

Jake let’s put a sob he didn’t know he was holding. “Dad? Some shit went down. Can y’all come to Vegas?”

Jake listens as his dad yells for the other two. “Baby of course. We’ll throw down vacation time. What’s wrong?”

Jake opens his mouth and closes it. He curls tighter in the blanket Ryan gave him. “I uh, broke up with the guy I was seeing. He didn’t like that much. Slapped me. I punched him back. I’m in Ryan’s trailer right now.”

He hears his pa start planning a murder. Can hear tata telling him to calm down. Jake smiles at that, why did he ever think they’d be mad. “We’ll be there. Pretty sure David, Lucas, Holly and Wolf will be too. we can make a trip out of it.”

Jake wipes the tears off. Ryan slips back into the trailer. He gives a questioning eyebrow, Jake gives him a thumbs up.

“Alright I gotta go, I’ll see y’all in Vegas. I love you.”

There’s a chorus of love you’s back. And promises of making sure he’s okay.

Ryan pulls Jake into another hug after he hangs up and holds the ice.

“I’m gonna quit. Be an ER nurse. I can’t do this my whole life.” Ryan laughs. “You say that like this is my long term plan. But seriously Jake you’d be an incredible nurse.”

Jake props himself up to look at Ryan, “you should marry Ethan. He deserves it for putting up with all the cowboy shit. He’s a goddamn clothing designer, he should be in California.” Ryan gently shoved Jake, “how do you know I haven’t proposed yet?”

Jake shoved him harder, “you can’t shut up about him, I’d know.” Speaking of the man he comes back with a burger and bottle of whiskey.

“Merry Christmas kiddo, Lea Ann sends her regards.”

They flip on the radio, Ryan starts strumming his guitar to the songs. Ethan pulls out his sketch book and sketches the way Jake and Ryan are leaning on each other.

It’ll be a long time before Jake can hear sugar and be fine but he’ll get there.

-

The next morning Emmitt is gone. Lea Anne insists she has no idea when he left. Everyone smiles at Jake. They might not all like the fact he’s gay but they do take care of their own.

Especially kids.

And that’s what Jake is to most of them, a kid, twenty.

[latibvles]

SAD, BEAUTIFUL, TRAGIC.

beautiful tragic // d-day plus six.

in which the company takes the village of carentan.

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WARNINGS: descriptions of gore, death, and injuries

SUMMARY: the nurses hit the ground running after being in Normandy for less than a week — not that daisy is necessarily complaining, as she’s placed in the first aid station closest to carentan.

She’s never really known how to be idle. Of course, anyone around her could tell her that — but there’s something about this heavy silence that hangs in the air that really smacks her in the face with that realization. It isn’t necessarily her fault, however, because in her defense, she’s been busy since she and her fellow nurses hit Normandy four days ago. Her muscles ache in a way that was almost satisfactory, nails chipped and broken from working with her hands, and for once she’s enjoying with this feeling of dirt itching across her skin. She only had enough time to squeeze in a few hours of precious sleep before she was back on her feet —not so much a shower. Not that she minded.

This however, she did mind, the waiting — staring in anticipation into the open rode and waiting for those first trucks to come with wounded men or corpses. How bad would it be? The rest of their men weren’t getting off the beach if they didn’t secure Carentan, and she had a feeling everybody with half a brain knew that. Including the Germans.

“Hey, Clarke,” she feels a hand come upon her shoulder and squeeze it, and she’s immediately looking to the left to face the one beckoning her.

Virginia Brant, their head nurse, and, as far as Daisy is concerned, one of the best nurses in their unit. Her gray eyes are searching, and she feels Ginny slide her arm down Daisy’s shoulder, going to grasp one of her hands. “Staring at the road won’t will something to happen. Come with me. Rita and Patty are cleaning bandages and I’m sure they could use the extra hands before this all goes to shit,” she raises both brows expectantly, and Daisy nods in surrender, allowing the woman to drag her away from the main road. She watches in fascination as Ginny’s blonde curls seem to bounce with every step she takes.

They’d met back in training a year ago, both of them fresh-faced nursing graduates hoping to put all that school to some good use. Ginny stuck by her ever since — and now was the Captain of their unit. The position always suited her. She’d always been an opinionated, commandeering sort.

Sure enough, Ginny leads her to one of the abandoned buildings that they’d used to establish this field hospital, five miles out from Carentan. Inside, there’s water boiling on the stove and she watches as her two fellow nurses dump bandages unceremoniously into the large metal basin on top.

Well, Rita’s unceremonious and quick about it. Patty is more precise, Daisy watches as she delicately places the bandages in the boiling water as though they were made of glass. Rita notices her and Ginny first, flashing the two of them a toothy grin.

“Was wonderin’ when you’d snap outta it. Ginny puttin’ you t’work now?” she asks playfully. Daisy releases her friend’s hand, and immediately goes to the pile of what she assumes is clean bandages, wringing out the water in them with a lighthearted roll of her eyes.

“I just knew that you’d be struggling without me, and I was feeling charitable today.”

“Oh how kind of you,” Rita drawls in response, eliciting a low chuckle from Ginny.

“Right then — the boys are set to come up on Carentan within the hour. So far we’ve got Easy Company and Fox Company making their way — but no doubt we can probably expect Dog Company falling in soon as well, and Able’s up to the North. Don’t know what firepower they’ve got on the German side, but you remember what it was like at the 42nd,” Daisy wrings out the next bandage a little tighter than what she’s used to, and her eyes flit to Patty, who’s resigned to picking at her bottom lip.

They’d gotten to Normandy early in comparison — as a result there was nowhere for them to set up a field hospital, nothing to set it up with. So they worked at the 42nd Field Hospital until they were ordered to move out. Most of the men they dealt with were some of the first to land in Normandy — and several required surgery. Needless to say, it was a bloody mess, and when things finally calmed down as much as they could, Daisy was the one who held Patty’s hair back as she threw up into a helmet with no liner after losing several patients in surgery.

The girl’s green eyes are clouded with a sort of pensiveness that lets Daisy know she’s probably thinking about that day too.

“Rita, I want you to assist our surgeon. Patty, I want you in preop, and Daisy, you’re on standby till we’re ready to send you down to the aid station. They’re still getting their bearings on who survived Day One so they’ll likely be short on medics. That clear?”

There’s an almost sick, cruel irony in her being ordered to wait, but she knows that it’s not like Ginny meant for things to pan out that way. Just happened to be her turn in this three-way rotation they’d set up. The luck of the draw. And Daisy, apparently, just seems to have poor luck today. But she doesn’t protest, just gives Ginny a definitive nod as she continues to wring out bandages and lay them out to dry. Rita replies with a calm ‘aye aye Captain’ and Patty squeaks out her own ‘You’ve got it.’

With that, their dear Captain Brant leaves the room, and Daisy crosses over to give Patty a reaffirming squeeze on the shoulder.

The sick, cruel irony was that every patient Patty lost hadn’t even made it past preop. She looks to Daisy with a frown, biting her bottom lip. Daisy, in turn, tries to give her a reassuring smile.

“You’ve got this, Pats. Everything’s gonna work out like it’s supposed to.” She brings the girl closer, and Patty tilts her head to one side so Daisy can kiss the side of her head as a means of reassurance.

They’d met Patricia Kegley upon their arrival in England. Daisy’s unit was meant to show an example of skill to the other nurses who had been on standby, waiting for D-Day’s fast arrival. Apparently, Patty was so moved by the display that she asked to be transferred to their unit — it had been finalized just before they were meant to embark to Normandy. Needless to say she was definitely emotional — sometimes Daisy wonders if those rosy cheeks of hers were a direct result of all the tears she’s wept for the fallen men. Needless to say, Patty’s heart was oftentimes, too big for her petite frame to carry.

Patty smiles at her, a wobbly thing but it’s an attempt, and she nods.

“You’re right, Daisy, I just…”

“I know, Patty, I know.”

The thing about rifles is that even when you’re miles off — you can still hear them. Especially when it’s countless rifles all firing off at the same time. Five miles out, she can still recognize the pepper of gunfire, no matter how distant — in times like this it almost feels like the entire field hospital is holding their collective breath. She hasn’t seen Rita nor Patty since they separated after cleaning duty — finding an unoccupied spot to perch upon in case anyone needed her.

There’s a loud, rattling boom, and Daisy cringes. She isn’t sure if it’s a mortar or very well placed TNT, and she can only hope that their guys were the ones setting it off as her knee begins to bounce in anticipation, waiting for whichever jeep is going to speed into the town first and take her away.

The biggest problem with distance is that while she can tell that there’s combat going on — it’s not like she can see it. So Daisy simply has to hope. Hope things are going as well as they can, hope that whoever is there is holding down the fort, and hope that when she does get down there — she’ll be useful enough.

And this is why she hates the waiting, even though it would probably do her some good to refine her patience. Left like this, on standby no less, would almost always lead to her generating the worst case scenarios and running through each of them as though she were her own cruel, sadistic drill sergeant.

The revving of an engine and the calls for aid snap her from her muddled thoughts.

An ambulance revvs through the gravel and two soldiers are unloading a third before it even comes to a complete halt. One side of his face is completely mangled by shrapnel, and she can see smoke pluming from his left arm as the entire place goes into motion. She watches as they carry him off and Patty coaxes the three of them inside, and it doesn’t take long before more and more are coming in. It’s a cacophony of tires screeching, of wailing, dying men, of nurses and doctors ordering about the soldiers to stay or go or hand that here.

“Nurse Clarke?”

A voice snaps her from her own trance, a hand firmly gripping her forearm and she turns to look at whoever called her. He’s got brown eyes, a helmet on, and she immediately recognizes the red cross on his uniform. Daisy clears her throat, rising to her feet but not paying mind to his grip, standing up straighter.

“Yes. That’s me.” It’s immediate. He gives her nothing more than a nod in greeting.

“Eugene Roe. You’re coming with me.” He’s got a thick accent and although he’s very quick to relay this to her, he’s also quick to release her arm as she grabs her helmet from where it rested at her side and the two move quickly down the street to an awaiting jeep on the hospital outskirts. He hops in first, extends his hand, which she takes to pull herself up immediately after. The last thing she sees before they take off is Captain Brant helping a soldier limp into a tent.

“How many wounded?” she asks as the sounds of gunfire grow louder, and she can make out indiscernible shouting.

“I don’t know.” Eugene replies, jaw clenching as they approach.

“If you had to take a guess?”

“We were getting shot down before we even stepped foot in Carenten, if that gives you an idea.” Daisy nods, as the jeep skids to a stop, jumping off without assistance and turning to face Eugene.

“Which company are you a part of?”

“Easy, ma’am.”

“Right. Okay, point me in the direction of your aid station and then just worry about getting your boys to me,” she feels the ghost of Eugene’s hand on her back as he guides her to a building. Gunfire rings loudly in her ears and they’re quick to scurry inside. Already she’s met with the scent of blood, men moaning in agony. She looks to Eugene, gives him a nod, and he’s scurrying off towards the front. Daisy moves further into the building, and after a brief exchange of introductions, immediately falls into step with the men around her.

A man is brought in — although he’s more like a boy — face a ghastly pale color, lip quivering and eyes blown wide.

“Here. Put ‘em here.” She gestures to an empty table and the two men who brought him in set him down. Immediately she’s moving the fabric of his jacket and shirt away, greeted with a bullet hole. Apparently, and unsurprisingly, they’re low on morphine — so Daisy tears a bit of his jacket unceremoniously. “Here. Bite this. It’s probably gonna hurt a lot but I need to get that bullet out, alright?” The boy looks to her, fear in his face, chest heaving.

“I don’t— I don’t wanna die,” is his meek, blubbering reply. Daisy reaches up, letting her fingers caress his face for the briefest moment and using her free hand to put pressure on the wound.

“You’re fine. Just need you to relax for a second and bite, okay? I’ll patch you up real nice.” It takes a few seconds, but he stops heaving and she, rather flippantly, shoves the cloth into his mouth before reaching for the tweezers and giving him one last shared look before she’s pulling out the first pieces of the bullet that had lodged into his side. His scream is muffled, and she winces, but continues.

It takes a few minutes, but she works deftly to ensure all the pieces had been pulled before she’s tearing open a packet of sulfa powder with her teeth and sprinkling it on the wound, then grabbing bandages and wrapping them around his waist, muttering out her own reassurances that he’s doing fine.

“Alright, you’re fine. You’re okay — hey, can someone come move him?! Send him up to the field hospital on the next ride up!” she calls out. Surely enough two medics come, but she frowns when they pick him up too roughly for her liking. “Hey. Easy now, he’s not a sack you can just swing around!”

She wipes off her hands with a rag, and sure enough there’s another patient being half-dragged in, and the roof of this aid station rattles with every mortar blast. She doesn’t slow down. There’s a man with a missing leg, a man with a few face abrasions and a wound in his thigh. She assumes that the man who brought him in is a friend, because when she’s done he makes a joke about her saving the man’s “family line” — if this were any other time, Daisy probably would’ve blushed.

Those aren’t even the worst ones of the day.

She’s just finished removing another bullet wound when the door nearly crashes open and three men come in, carrying a forth. The entire right side of his face is mangled, bloody, and he’s coughing up blood that dribbles down the front of his uniform. Even from across the room she can see the severe burns, the smoke that comes out of his boots. He’s whimpering and heaving and one of the men is muttering out his own reassurances.

“You’re gonna be fine, Tip, I’ve got you.”

Daisy, and two other medics immediately guide them to an open spot. Just as the one man moves to leave with the other two, she grabs his sleeve.

“Your name, sir?” Brown eyes, brown hair, an upturned nose and a look of frustration on his face. For a second she thinks he’s going to mouth off to her, but he doesn’t.

“Liebgott,” he bites out, and she repeats it quietly.

“Alright Liebgott, you stay here with him and keep him calm. Gonna take a second for the painkillers to kick in and we don’t need him thrashing about till then, got it?” As if thrown off by her order, he blinks for a moment. She narrows her eyes and repeats it again. “Got it?!”

“Yes nurse, got it.” he replies, moving into “Tip’s” field of vision. In cruder terms — the left side of his face. She watches Liebgott take his hand and squeeze it, before getting to work herself, cutting away at the fabric aggravating his burns as whatever drug the other medics adminsistered seems to kick in, and his body relaxes, barely reacting as one of them begins to cut away at some of the burned tissue. Make the surgeon’s job a little easier — but there’s not much they can do without proper surgical tools. Continuously, her gaze shifts to Liebgott when she’s moving on to another task, and once they’ve managed to move Tipper and send him up the five mile drive, she does her best to smile at him before he leaves.

The rest of the day goes quickly after that — she’s left heaving in the aftermath, but is conscious of not dragging a hand down her face despite the desire to. Instead, she takes a few steps back, looking about the station as she wipes her hands on her apron. There are men spread out on every available surface, some hooked up to plasma or other fluids, but the pepper of gunfire has died down significantly, and for that she’s relieved. Daisy’s eyes land on a doctor, tucked away in his own corner, and recognizes it as Eugene after a few moments, so she makes her way over.

A man sits on the table, with neatly parted ginger hair and a piercing blue-eyed gaze. Eugene seems to be wrapping a bandage around his ankle. It doesn’t help that he’s the first to notice her presence — she tries not to make her shudder too obvious. Afterwards, Eugene follows his stare, looks up, and gives her something of a smile. Even though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, it’s still warm and inviting.

“Nurse Clarke,” he greets.

“Roe, and this is…” she looks at the ginger expectantly.

“Lieutenant Winters, ma’am,” he introduces himself, and Daisy’s eyebrows shoot up reflexively.

“The one in charge,” she blurts without entirely thinking it through. Rita liked to gossip, so she was more than aware of the ‘Lieutenant Meehan situation’ as Rita liked to put it. He cracks a smile and suddenly Daisy wants to shrink into her own skin.

“Sorry sir I didn’t… I just— well I was gonna have Eugene pass this on but since you’re here I can do it,” she reaches up to scratch the side of her neck, then feeling the sticky substance on her fingertips, does her best not to swear. “Private Tipper’s been sent up to the hospital, they’ll probably be moving him further from there. If you wish to relay that to whoever might be concerned that’s up to you but I figured to notify you. I didn’t take all your guys though.” The last part of her statement garners a laugh from him — brief as it may be, and a small shake of his head as he voices his thanks. Daisy then looks back to Eugene.

“I… better get back to the field hospital. Someone will probably run by with the names of who we’ve got up with us, so keep a lookout for that. Be safe, Eugene. And you too, Lieutenant.”

She doesn’t linger for long after that, opting to scurry out of the aid station and into the now slightly busy town. But she doesn’t get very far, before she collides with another person.

“Long time, no see.”

[imthegayone]

deserving of love

Summary: Steve opens up to Nancy during the fruity four’s sleepover.

steve harrington x nancy wheeler (platonic), robin buckley x nancy wheeler (romantic), eddie munson x steve harrington (romantic) 

Warning: Bad writing (im dyslexic so idk wtf I’m doing), way to many commas and probably not used correctly. 

Writers Note: Like I said idk what I’m doing. I just wrote this and skimmed it but if I don’t post it now then I never will. I also don’t know how I feel about the ending but here we go...

_________________ It was dark in the Harrington household, the only light coming from the purposefully left on tv. Laid on the living room floor was Robin, Nancy, Steve, and Eddie. After Vecna, the four had come together almost every night to sleep at Steve’s house. His parents were never really home, so the lack of prying eyes as they all held each other was something they cherished. 

Eddie, as long as he was cured into Steve’s side would be the first to fall asleep. Robin being the next as she wrapped her arm securely around Nancy’s stomach, and making sure her knuckles could also feel the brush of Steve’s side.

 It left Nancy and Steve, the ones who’ve had the most run-ins with the upside down to wait until sleep would overtake them. Some nights they’d whisper about their days, Nancy sharing some of the stories she was working on and Steve would talk about the movie Robin had forced him to see that week. Other nights they’d lay silent as they listened to their partners sleep, Nancy playing with Robin’s hand and Steve running his fingers through Eddie’s hair.

This night was one of the latter, Eddie’s quiet snoring, Robin’s breathing, and the quiet hum of the tv being a sort of luluably to the last two awake. Each knew that the other's mind was racing with thoughts that kept them awake. With a comfortable blanket of understanding, there was no judgment in what the other was feeling or thinking, just an unwavering support. 

“I’m sorry.” Steve’s whisper cut through the air, making Nancy look over at him with confusion. 

“For when we were together.” Steve’s eyes cut from the blanket wrapped around him and Eddie to Nancy and back. Nancy’s expression turned to self-reproach but before she could say anything Steve continued.

“You deserved and are still deserving of so much love. I didn’t give that to you and I’m sorry. Seeing how much happier you seem when we’ve just supported you and loved you, it made me realize just how much of it I was denying you of.” His free hand was picking fake lint off the cotton trying to keep himself busy as he spoke a regret he’s only ever told Robin. 

A breathless broken laugh escaped his lips as he lifted his head, urging his tears not to fall. Nancy watched him, taking in his words. She placed her hand over his, gripping his fidgeting fingers. She held his hand looking at his face, quietly begging him to look at her. When he finally looks at her, a tear escapes him.

 “I’m really sorry, Nance” He whispers, his full love and remorse for her evident in his eyes. It almost breaks her, she’s seen how much he’s grown from being Steve “The Hair’ Harrington. But getting an apology for something like this hits her like a truck. 

“Steve, you’re just as deserving of love.” Shaking his head he looks down at their hands. Before thoughts of self hatred can come barreling into his mind Nancy tightens her hold. When he looks back at her, he sees that she means it. Nancy was always a terrible liar, he knew that and he knew she wouldn’t lie about this. 

“We were both stupid, but look at us now.” Nancy motioned to Robin and Eddie. “We’ve never been so happy. I don’t think I’ve ever heard us laugh as much as we do with them.” That put a smile on both of their faces just at the thought and as if on cue Robin’s arm tightened, and Eddie cuddled further into Steve. 

“They’ve helped us in showing and receiving love. And I know you love me and I love you. I know this, Steve, I know because you’ve shown me as much. In every little moment you’ve shown love and kindness. Not only with me but with Robin, Mike, all the kids really, even my mom. You have so much love in you and you deserve just as much. We both do.” Steve held Nancy’s hand back, a silent thank you passing through them. 

“I’m so glad to have you as a friend, Nancy.” 

“I’m glad to have you as a friend too, Steve.”

[kylermalloy]

Something something plantcest Flowers in the Attic AU

For the uninitiated, Flowers in the Attic is a gothic horror novel published in 1979 by VC Andrews. Four siblings are locked in an attic for years on end. Incest ensues.

So imagine—Vash and Nai locked up at a young age due to [unspecified tragedy] befalling Rem, which twists their subsequent development around each other

Oh my GOSH this is perfect for them

Here’s how I think it would go. Bulleted list to follow

Warnings: transphobia, manipulation, dubcon, periods, pregnancy, miscarriage

The twins are about ten when Rem dies and are passed into the hands of some relative or guardian (I am too lazy rn to elaborate further on this character)

Cruel guardian disgusted by their existence for [unspecified puritanical reason]

Does not believe Vash when he asserts he’s a boy; only provides him with dresses and skirts which he hates to wear

Nai shares his clothes with Vash so he feels comfortable

Vash adores wearing his brother’s clothes; they’re a little too big but they’re always warm and they smell like Nai. It’s a win-win.

Guardian is incredibly paranoid about the twins lusting after one another; insists they bathe, dress, sleep separately

They Do Not. They do everything together.

Vash longs for the outside. Presses his nose to the glass, dreams of climbing trees and growing flowers and going to school—

Nai helps him draw flowers all over the walls of the attic

Whenever their guardian catches Vash wearing Nai’s clothes, they’re liable to not get any food for a few days, at least

Puberty hits them both like a truck; Nai’s voice drops, Vash gets menstrual cramps and cries over his chest pains night after night

They climb out the window, sometimes, at night. Sit on the roof and watch the stars. They know them all by name; it’s in one of the books they’ve been allowed to have.

In that peace, that sliver of freedom, Vash longs for more. Maybe he cries about it. Maybe Nai just wanted to kiss him. Anyway, they discover kissing as they do all things—together.

Within a year they’re exploring each others’ bodies. They were made for this, Nai tells him. They belong together. It’s so natural, the way Nai rises under Vash’s touch, how Vash becomes slick enough for Nai to slide right into him—

Vash is pregnant by age thirteen.

They’re almost relieved when it bleeds out of him after just a few months.

Still, some part of Vash shatters when he realizes what’s happened.

He draws more flowers on the wall, over the old ones. It looks to Nai like a memorial.

Nai can’t promise him another baby. How he could he, when they’re so young, when they live like this, when they’re brothers—

It happens again, anyway.

They’re fifteen when the baby is born. It’s a girl, and miraculously, she’s healthy.

And loud. She’s very loud.

They’ve done all they can to conceal Vash’s condition from their guardian—wrapping him in coats and blankets, him feigning sickness for the last few months, when his belly is far too swollen to hide

But how can they hush a newborn baby?

Guardian finds out, cuts off their food entirely

Vash is near hysterics; how can he feed the baby if he can’t feed himself?

They’re on the brink of starvation when their guardian returns with food; announces the plan to send the baby to an orphanage

Nai snaps. He’s gotten a knife from somewhere, and—well.

They escape, two penniless boys and a newborn baby.

Making a new life for themselves is hard; they must reinvent who they are so as to appear ~acceptable~ to society

Their mother is newly deceased; the baby is their sister. They certainly haven’t been locked in an attic for five years, nope, nuh-uh.

It’s all so overwhelming. The boys deal with freedom in different ways. Nai is aloof, cut off from connecting with others—except Vash. Vash, on the other hand, gives a piece of his heart to everyone he meets.

Nai’s not jealous, of course. He knows Vash belongs to him, utterly and completely.

Right?

He begins to restrict where Vash can go, who he can see. Stay inside, brother, the baby needs you. Trust me, I know what’s best.

Vash naturally acquiesces, but he longs for the outside, for the freedom he dreamed of for so long. The flowers, the trees.

Someone probably guesses their secret about the baby, or at least part of it. Vash’s chest is a little too prominent, and people are cruel and judgmental.

Nai takes drastic measures to defend his little brother. They may or may not have to hide a body.

Sometimes, Vash whispers, he thinks it would be easier if they split up. At least for a little while.

Nai stiffens. Absolutely not.

They haven’t had full-on sex since the baby, but Nai pushes until Vash agrees to it. He warns Nai to be careful, though—they can’t explain another baby!

We’ll go away, then, Nai says. Somewhere they don’t know us.

He won’t let Vash get away from him, no matter what.

…and that’s where my imagination runs out for now. Suffice to say whatever happens after will be painful.

[peninkwrites]

The First Night - Ch 5 of 9

One last job. It's almost too easy. Ponk can't believe they're almost out of this mess.

crossposted to ao3

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Ch 4

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Mafia AU masterpost

~ Ponk ~

The evening had been nice, cold, but easy to bear walking beside each other.  Ponk and Sam had walked Fran alongside the river, eating gyros they’d gotten from a food truck, talking about absolutely nothing.  Ponk can’t help but glance at the bridge not far off, but Sam doesn’t seem to notice they’re distracted.  At some point Sam started to trail off, mostly just responding with one word to Ponk rambling about especially snobbish donors at the museum.

“Sammy?”

“Mhm?”

“You look tired.”

“Mhm.”

“We should go home.”

“No… no Fran needs a longer walk than this.  She’s been cooped up all day,” Sam has taken on that sleepy, almost pouty voice that Ponk can’t help but be smitten by.

“Fran will forgive you.”

“No she won’t.”

“Give her the rest of your food.  She’ll forgive you,” Ponk gently knocks shoulders with him, Sam actually stumbling slightly.  “Holy shit, dude.  You really got to get some sleep, like damn.”

“Fine, fine,” Sam puts his arm around them, leaning in close.  “Anything for you, Ponkie.”

Fran doesn’t seem to mind the short walk, in the same boat as Sam, hopping up on the couch and settling down to sleep.  She has a perfectly good dog bed, but Ponk doesn’t mind her using the couch.  A better compromise to rolling over to hug Sam in the night and getting a face full of fur.

Sam gets changed and falls into bed immediately.  He says something to his pillow.

“What was that, Sam?”

“G’night, Ponkie.  Love you,” he murmurs.

“Love you too, Sammy,” Ponk feels sick with nerves.  They hope their voice sounds steady.  “I’ll join you in a bit.  Was gonna stay up for a little.”

“Mmm… okay… don’t be too long…” Sam is already drifting.

Ponk can’t help it.  They stop and kiss the top of his head, brushing through his hair.  Soon this will all be over.

Ponk goes to their living room.  Sitting beside Fran, stiff as a board.  She looks at them, ears up, before circling her spot on the couch once and laying back down so her head is in their lap.

“Thanks, Fran,” Ponk scratches her head.  She’s Sam’s dog, always will be, but Ponk is glad they’ve come to a mutual understanding.  They both love Sam.  That means they’re in this together.

Ponk watches the clock.  They don’t move.  Twenty minutes pass by.  They stand, gently brushing Fran off.  They return to their bedroom.

“...Sam?” They whisper.

No reply.

They return to the front door, lace up their shoes, and grab the key ring with a little metal charm on it reading Proud Dog Dad.  Here they pause, grabbing a napkin and rummaging for a pen.

Had to help a friend.  Urgent.  I’m fine will be home soon as I can

Xo

They don’t know what they’re hoping for, but it felt wrong to leave Sam with nothing.  They can hear him snoring from here.  Ponk will be back in maybe an hour.  Ponk presses a finger to their lips as Fran watches them go with mild interest.  They tread lightly in the stairwell, only picking up their pace once they hit the street.  It’s not far.  Ponk walks the same path they and Sam had taken Fran along, giving an awkward wave to the food truck still tending to late night patrons.  Maybe they should’ve taken a different street.

They make it to the bridge.  Cars continue to pass through, but the foot traffic has thinned.  Ponk sits on a bench adjacent to the bridge, looking over the river.  It felt less suspicious than pacing anxiously.  They hadn’t given a specific time, because it had very much depended on Sam, so Punz might not even be here yet–

“Ponk.”

“Oh my fucking god– Don’t sneak up on someone like that!” Ponk put a hand to their heart.

“Was I supposed to come out of the river?” Punz says dryly, nodding over the edge of the railing.

“Ah, touché.  So, how’s this gonna work?”

“You give me the keys.  And in a half hour, I’ll be here to give them back.”

“A half hour?”

“Yes, Ponk.  A half hour.  Thirty minutes.  I’m good, but I’m not magic,” Punz extends a hand, waiting.

“Okay, so, so this one’s the outer door, this one’s office, and this one’s the filing cabinet.  I’m like, eighty percent sure.  Might have to try them, though,” Ponk hesitates for a moment more before dropping the ring of keys into Punz’s waiting hand.

“Don’t worry, Ponk.  No evidence left behind.  Promise.  Literally no one will know I was in there.”

“What’re you doing in there, then?” Ponk frowns.

Punz tilts his head, amused.  “You’re not the one paying me, you don’t need to know.”

Ponk doesn’t have an argument.  They hate this part of the job.  They do their task, and never know what the consequences will be.

“See you soon,” Punz gives them one last nod before he crosses the street and disappears around the corner.

Ponk considers going home for what will be the most stressful thirty minutes of their life, but they aren’t sure if they could sneak back in and out again without waking Sam.

He could be awake already, in a panic, waiting for them to come home.  Maybe he’ll go out and look for them, go to grab his keys, and connect so many fucking dots that he only hasn’t seen so far because he loves them.

They won’t know until they go home.  And they’re not going home without those keys.  They really aren’t going home without those keys– they didn’t think to take their own as well.  Fuck.

So Ponk takes a walk.  They know they should be nervous right now, or ill content from an icy rain now coming down, but mostly they just feel lighter.  Thirty minutes left.  That’s it, then no more mobs, no more sneaking around, and no more Schlatt.  Ponk could deal with a rude patient, but that man is a time bomb waiting to go off.  He’s made way too many enemies and Ponk has no intention of being on the wrong side when they come knocking.  They do feel a bit bad having not said goodbye to Tubbo or Quackity, but they’d understand.  Maybe they should’ve extended the Badland’s protection to them as well, but they don’t think their information was worth that much.  The Badlands barely let them add Sam to the deal.

Sam would be safe.  They would both be safe from any retaliation and this was the last job for the Badlands.  It had been a sealed deal.  Ponk would, of course, continue to sell less than legal products from Eret’s basement, but that was nothing.  Ponk was good at it, for one thing.  If someone needs something, they can find it.  Ponk is good at making friends anywhere.

Sam could live with that.  What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.  And after this, Sam’s job will get much easier.  Everything gets easier from this point onward.

By the time Ponk circles back to the bench they’re in maybe too high spirits.  “Punz!”  They greet him with a clap on the shoulder.

“...Hi?” Punz is far less enthused, hood up and shoulders hunched inward against the chill.  “You should get home.  Quietly.”

“All successful?”

“As always.  It’s locked up tight, left it just as I found it.  And it looks like their watchman was asleep, so,” Punz shrugs, handing off the keys.

“That’ll be George.  Sam is always getting on his case about that,” Ponk smiles.  “Right, well.  See you around, then.” Ponk turns on their heels and makes their way back up the river toward home.  They’re done.  They now owe the Badlands nothing and Schlatt can die for all they care.  He can’t hurt them.

Ponk returns to their building, treading quietly up the stairs.  Okay, if Sam is awake, maybe they can drop the keys in the bowl fast enough he won’t notice which pair they had, and they can make up some story about going to help Purpled– Red.   Because that was what his name was according to Sam.  That had been tricky.  Sam coming home early, Purpled had been visiting, Ponk, in a panic, knowing not to use his real name had settled on the next thing– or next color– that came to mind.  Alright, if Sam is awake, they’ll say they were going to help their friend Red.

They stop outside the door, listening for that telltale nervous pacing.  Nothing.  Good.  Ponk is ready to just lie down next to Sam and sleep.  Maybe they’ll call Eret in the morning, say they’re sick.  Maybe they’ll actually pretend to feel sick so Sam will stay home to fuss over them.  The lock clicks, Ponk not use to so many keys rattling as they carefully open it, slipping inside.

Fran is up.  Sitting by the door as if waiting for them.  Ponk should’ve taken that as a warning.  They don’t drop the keys immediately as they had planned.  First, they reach out to scratch her behind the ears.

“Ponkie?”  Sam’s voice, first drowsy confusion, then he turns cold.  “...What are you doing?”

[renecdote]

#5 feeling for a pulse because I think this is just so soft and tender 🥰

Anonymous asked: 21 (kissing the other’s brow) or 22 (falling asleep on the other’s shoulder) for buck & Eddie 🥰

If you’re wondering whether I matched these two prompts together because they both had the 🥰 emoji, the answer is yes.

Also using this as a fill for a BTHB square: doesn’t realise they’ve been injured.

[Read on AO3]

Buck can’t quite see Eddie’s face, but he can feel the way that he keeps dozing off, then pulling himself back from the edge of sleep. His head tips against Buck’s shoulder, then jerks back up; a jolting rhythm that doesn’t quite match the rocking movement of the engine as they wind back toward the station.

It’s a little known fact that car rides put Eddie to sleep.

“Ever since I was a kid,” he admitted to Buck one night, trading some of the less tragic stories of their childhoods. “My mom used to drive laps around the block just to get me to sleep.”

Buck is pretty sure that no one else knows. It doesn’t usually happen at work—the firetruck isn’t exactly a car, after all, and the trips between calls aren’t long. The twenty hours it took to get to San Antonio to help with the wildfires don’t count, either, because everyone slept as much as they could then. And nobody else has driven hours out of LA to go hiking and camping with Eddie dozens of times. This is privileged information that Buck holds; the kind that Eddie wouldn’t share with just anyone.

But it’s late, night long since fallen outside the windows, the trip from out in Arcadia longer than their usual drives between calls. Everyone is sleepy and quiet. Hen has one arm propped on the window, blinking slowly at her phone; Chimney is staring vaguely out at the passing streets; Bobby is talking quietly with Nelson in the front; and Eddie is falling asleep on Buck’s shoulder. He doesn’t quite get there before they’re pulling into the station, everyone rousing themselves to get out of the truck and shuffle to the bunks instead. Eddie is slower than most, wobbling when he jumps out of the truck, and Buck reaches out to steady him automatically.

“You okay?” he asks.

Eddie rubs at his eyes, trying to make himself more alert. “What time is it?"

“Just past one.”

Eddie frowns, face scrunched up like it doesn’t quite make sense, but thinking too hard about why hurts. “How long…”

“How long were you asleep?” Buck guesses, when he trails into silence. “Not long, just a few minutes here and there.”

Eddie shakes his head a little, wincing, and rubs at his temple.

“Eds?”

They’re still standing by the truck, the bay empty around them now. Buck steps closer, worry gathering like ants beneath his skin.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Just need to sleep,” Eddie replies, trying and failing to smile reassuringly. He’s slow stripping out of his turnout gear, movements tired and fumbling, none of the fluid grace that Buck is used to seeing. He hovers close even after his own gear has been hung up, more certain in his concern with every second that Eddie doesn’t roll his eyes and say that he’s being ridiculous.

Buck wishes he was just being ridiculous.

They don’t make it more than a few steps away from the lockers. The railing along the staircase is just as close, but Eddie reaches for Buck, and Buck just manages to get an arm around his back as Eddie sways into his chest.

“Whoa, okay, I’ve got you.” Buck lowers him to sit on the steps, crouching in front of him, the ants swarming under his skin. “Did you hit your head?”

“I—don’t know. I don’t think so?”

He doesn’t sound sure. Buck tries to think back, but there was too much time where he didn’t have his eyes on Eddie. Too much that can go wrong in a fire, even when you do everything right. Their gear is designed to protect them, but Buck knows better than most that helmets aren’t a complete guarantee against head injuries. Half of the upper floor was collapsing by the time they evacuated, and Eddie said he was fine, he seemed fine, but—

Upstairs, someone drops something, loud and ringing in the quiet of the night, and Eddie winces. Sensitivity to noise, Buck mentally catalogues.

“I’m getting Hen,” he says, starting to stand.

Eddie grabs his hand, holding him in place. “No.”

“What?” Buck tries to pull his hand back, but Eddie doesn’t let him go. “Eddie, you might have a head injury.”

“Just—” The heel of his palm digging into his temple, this frustrated, can’t be hurt noise caught in the back of his throat. “Wait.”

It sounds like stay.

“Okay,” Buck says, even though it goes against everything in him that desperately wants to get Hen, or Chimney, or Bobby. Someone who can fix this better than he can. “Okay, I’m right here.”

He sits down, turned slightly on the step so that he can still watch Eddie’s face. Eddie doesn’t let go of him, but he lets Buck twist their hands so that he’s the one wrapping his fingers around Eddie’s wrist, counting the beats of his pulse: fast, but only slightly. Better than Buck’s heartbeat, fluttering in his chest.

“I have to pick up Chris in the morning,” Eddie says after a long moment, and Buck hears the words behind the words: if I don’t pick him up, he’ll be worried, and I can’t worry him any more.

You’ll worry him more if you drop dead from a brain bleed, Buck thinks, and fucking Christ, he hates his brain sometimes. He hates that he doesn’t even have to imagine what life would be like without Eddie because he almost lived it not even a year ago. He hates that it’s always there, just under the surface.

“I’ll go with you,” he says, and he’s trying so hard to sound normal but he doesn’t know if he succeeds. “Christopher won’t think anything is wrong if I drive.”

Eddie’s hand is over his eyes when he replies, a huff of laughter falling flat, “He thinks it’s funny that you always drive me around.”

The rest of their friends and family give them shit for it too, but Buck doesn’t care. He likes driving and Eddie doesn’t; it just makes sense. It doesn’t have to mean anything.

(Even if he wishes, sometimes, that it did.)

“Can I get Hen?” Buck tries again, quieter.

Eddie drags his hand down, pinching the bridge of his nose, then letting it fall. He blinks up at the shadowy cavern of the ceiling high above.

“Yeah,” he breathes, shaky. “If—if she’s awake.”

She is, but Buck wouldn’t have felt any guilt about waking her up if she wasn’t. They move up to the couches and he hovers while Hen runs through all the concussion checks, shining a pen light in Eddie’s eyes and asking him questions, running her hands through his hair to check for any bumps or bruises. It’s stupid, the spike of irrational jealousy Buck feels at that, wanting to run his own fingers through Eddie’s hair. He tucks his hands under his arms instead, hugging himself while Eddie sighs and says, “No, Hen, I didn’t know. I don’t even remember hitting my head.”

Hen glances at Buck, then, and he shrugs. He didn’t notice either.

“Well,” Hen says, sitting back. “I think it’s just a mild concussion, but if your symptoms don’t get any better, you should go to the hospital.” She gives a wry kind of smile. “I’m not actually a doctor yet.”

“I can’t go home,” Eddie says, jaw jutting out as he looks to the side, emotion blinked back before it can properly form.

Hen looks at Buck again and he doesn’t know exactly what question she’s asking, but he does know the answer: “Christopher.”

He’s not sure that she really needs the confirmation; with Eddie, all roads lead to Christopher.

“It’s better if you’re with someone who can keep an eye on you anyway,” Hen says, like that’s all it is. “I’ll talk to Bobby, let him know that you’re not going on any more calls. Buck can drive you home in the morning.”

She gives Buck another look as she leaves, but he can’t even begin to decipher this one. Hen’s medical expertise hasn’t put him at ease the way he thought it would; all it has done is validate the voice in the back of his head that is telling him he should have noticed something was wrong. More than that, he should have stopped anything from happening to Eddie at all.

“Buck,” Eddie says, and his voice is tired, his head tipped back against the couch with his eyes closed, but he has never needed to see Buck to see right through him. The it’s not your fault is heavily implied.

Buck sits down in the nearest armchair, knee bouncing. Then he stands up and moves to the couch, sinking down beside Eddie instead. It only takes a few seconds for Eddie’s head to settle on his shoulder, keeping him there. It also answers the question Buck wasn’t going to ask about whether they should move to the bunks, maybe try to get some proper sleep like everyone else.

“You don’t want Tylenol?” he asks, unable to help reaching up and tracing the pained lines around Eddie’s temple with his fingers, emboldened by the night.

Eddie’s words are half mashed against his shoulder when he replies, “In a sec.”

It doesn’t feel like enough, to just sit and do nothing. To not… fix.

Eddie’s hand finds the edge of Buck’s shirt and holds on, fingers curled in the tight-fitting cotton, and Buck has to flatten his palm on his thigh so he doesn’t do something stupid like reach out and offer his own hand to hold instead.

“Dizzy?” he asks because he remembers having concussions. He remembers the way it felt like he couldn’t trust his own centre of gravity, the whole world spinning away behind his closed eyes.

There’s a pause, barely noticeable, and then Eddie mutters, “yeah,” and—it doesn’t feel like a lie, but it doesn’t feel like the whole truth either. Buck has the sudden, dizzying feeling that if he offered his hand, Eddie would take it. And then he wonders if he should have Hen check him for a concussion as well.

“Maybe you should lie down,” he suggests, and Eddie makes a sound like agreement, but neither of them move. The station is still and quiet, everyone else is resting in the bunks, and Eddie is falling asleep on Buck’s shoulder. Buck can’t bring himself to make him move.

“Okay,” he says quietly, relaxing back against the couch. “In a sec.”

And even if Eddie is still awake, he’s probably not going to remember this in the morning, so—Buck runs his fingers gently through his best friend’s hair, and Eddie sighs and presses closer, and it doesn’t have to mean anything.

(Even if they both wish it did.)

[shorkbrian]

Your brother Kirishima and his spiritual, moral brother Tetsutetsu, will worship you from head to toe. They will love, lick and mark every millimeter your "gorgeous and fragile" body. They will carry you in their arms like a bride treasure, if you tell them. Sometimes they fight over you, because they're both terribly possessive, but once they see you, they team up to love you.until you're become stupid enough to admit you're their bride

Not requcst, just letting you know💞

omg stOP I can’t be this horny this early in the day pls bro oml.

god

(What to expect - incest, NSFW, dubcon, manhandling. Blowjobs, size kink, DP in one hole (I cannot believe I just typed that lol I’ve fallen so far))

Seriously just thinking about how Kirishima and Tetsutetsu grew up together, you’re used to their little antics. They’re gym buddies now, and Tetsutetsu showers after Kiri before the two of them come and invade whatever space you’re in. The three of you had moved in together, and at the time you had thought it to be a good idea. It was seemingly less attractive now that you knew 80% of your homelife would be spent speared on one, if not both of their cocks.

When you’re in your room, one sprawls across the bed, the other lounging on the floor, whining for attention.

If you’re in the kitchen, they crowd around you, barely giving you space to breathe as they pester you with questions, let their hands wander, snickering when you slap them away.

Watching TV? they’ll plop down on either side of you, tripping you between two hard (in more ways than one), muscled bodies.

You can’t ever ignore them for long, because even if you try, you’ll get pulled away from whatever you’re doing, and into a lap.

Sometimes it’s Kirishima’s, your brother grabbing your hips and pulling you over his legs, until you’re straddling him chest-to-chest. Kisses get pressed to your face, all over your cheeks, and his hands are already kneading at your ass like a cat kneads at a blanket.

Other times, it’ll be Tetsutetsu that picks you up, swinging you up into his arms like a princess, cooing at your “cute little face!” as he carries you. The silver-haired man finds a good spot to sit down, situating you in his lap so you’re sideways, Kirishima sliding to sit next to his bro, slinging your legs over his lap.

You’re used to the uneasy feeling in your stomach every time they come around, have already made peace with the fact that they're going to touch you, and you can’t stop them. This had been going on long enough for you to begrudgingly accept all of it.

They’re so big, and beefy, it’s impossible to try and fight.

So you let them grope your body, kissing every single inch. Tetsutetsu paws at your chest while sucking hickies onto you neck, Kirishima tickling thee skin of your legs while he messily kisses up them.

It’s often that you find one of them on their knees in front of you, eagerly trying to pull down your bottoms before you can even breathe.

The other one will catch your hands, stop you from trying to keep yourself dressed, kissing you deeply as the other man bares your lower half.

Your knee gets lifted over a shoulder, the man between your legs immediately diving into suckling at your folds, slurping and spitting and being gross between your thighs.

The sensation is overwhelming. With Kirishima, he likes to focus on your clit, catch it gently between his teeth and flick his tongue over it repeatedly, make you sag against his face and scream, Tetsutetsu holding you up, swallowing your scream with his mouth on yours.

With Tetsutetsu between your legs, it’s more controlled, a steady buildup until you cum. It doesn’t hit you like a truck out of nowhere, the silver-haired man preferring to go slow and steady, hands digging into your thighs to keep you still.

Sometimes, when Tetsutetsu is out, Kirishima will make you ride his face, lapping at you like a dog, hands on your hips forcing you to grind against him, pressing his nose between your folds, absolutely drenching his face.

You don’t know what they see in you, why they worship you so.

Tetsu likes cockwarming, having his dick nestled inside your warmth at night, hand around your waist to stop you from wiggling away from him and letting his cock pop free while he sleeps. He hates waking up to find you gone.

It’s hard to move though, with Kirishima pressed to your other side, face nuzzled into your chest.

Kirishima’s tried cockwarming with you, having you kneel and hold him in your mouth while he plays a game, but he can never hold himself back. You try to swallow your saliva around his thick dick, and he’s gone, frantically humping against your face, apologizing for being so rough.

You only ever get a break when they go to the gym, and it’s hardly a break when you have the knowledge that they’re going to come home, keyed up and pumped full of testosterone, ready to fuck your brains out.

They get in fights sometimes, only when they come back from the gym. They remind you of two giant bears, spitting at each other, baring their teeth, posturing while one clutches you to their chest.

You feel like a rag doll, getting pulled around like you weigh nothing. Kirishima will growl at Tetsu, because the redhead wants more time with you, doesn’t want to pull out and let his cum splatter to the floor.

Tetsutetsu’s impatient, cock hard enough to cut diamonds, already stripped and lubed, ready to pound into your mushy, sopping wet insides, mix up Kiri’s cum into froth.

Their fights never last for long, Tetsu being satisfied when Kirishima makes you offer the other man your mouth, or your tits for him to fuck.

It’s the worse when they fuck you at the same time, spending more than an hour prepping you so they can squeeze both of their cocks into your cunt. It’s agonizing, more mentally so than physically - they take care of you after all.

Kirishima’s cock is blunter than Tetsu’s, uncut and thick, enough to leave you breathless and stuffed whenever he fucks up into you. Even stationary, it’s almost too much, stretching you uncomfortably.

Tetsu’s longer than Kirishima, arguably prettier, with his cock circumcised, prominent crown, veins traveling the length. He’s just as thick, but both men can fuck you until you pass out, so “who’s cock is better” isn’t ever really a question that crosses your mind.

They’ve asked you before, turning it into a game, taking turns fucking you until you’re a sobbing, drooling mess, barely even able to hold yourself up as they bounce you on their cocks.

But when they both fuck you, you’re crying from the first second that the second cock teases at your hole. You know the pressure will be immense, make you choke and sob, clutching onto whoever’s closest as they coo and praise you for taking them so well.

As soon as your body adjusts to the intrusion, neither of them hold back, thrusting up, kissing your neck, shoulders, face, any inch of skin they can reach. They say it feels amazing, having your gummy walls clenching down on them, so tight it’s almost painful, accompanied by the sensation of their cocks rubbing against each other.

When they penetrate you at the same time, they never last long.

Other times, Kirishima will claim your pussy, leaving your ass to Tetsutetsu who has the patience to prep you fully, tongue, then fingers, until you’re ready for his cock.

Kirishima’s the one with a noticeably higher sex drive, always crawling over you for a quickie, manhandling you whenever you’re focused doing something else, easily putting you in positions where he has access to your cunt.

Sometime’s he’s kind enough to let you still work on whatever it was you were doing, such as schoolwork, or playing a game while he fucks you.

It’s a never-ending cycle with these two, always having someone touching you, kissing you, licking you, fucking you.

You’re going to have to start liking it sooner or later, because they don’t plan on stopping

[mediocre-writerr]

unbreakable [jennifer jareau]

jennifer jareau x reader, emily prentiss x sister!reader

requested: i love your works sm, could i request a criminal minds one where the reader is emily’s little sister and jj’s girlfriend and she gets injured and she calls jj to tell them her location, but her injuries kept getting worse. jj and emily try to stay calm, but are scared and when they get to her its angsty (and COMFORT)

*not my gif*

The black pickup truck flew through the red light, heading straight for you. Your blood froze in your veins. You wanted to swerve out of the way, but you couldn’t. You were frozen. 

The black blur grew closer and closer with ease. You couldn’t even get into a position to save yourself, you just continued to stare as the car rammed into your driver’s side. 

The amount of force causing your entire car to flip over and over and over again. Until eventually you landed in a little ditch with your car upside down. 

You don’t know how you were still conscious, but you couldn’t move. Everything in your body ached. 

It was a simple drive. A drive you’ve made countless times. You were going to surprise your sister and your girlfriend at the bureau with their favorite lunch. You know how much stress they’ve been under lately, but then all of a sudden you felt like you were dying in a ditch.

Luckily, with technology these days you were able to use your car to call your girlfriend. The ringing filled the echoing car as your eyes began to grow heavy.

“Hey love, you’re on speaker! What’s up?” JJ’s voice filled the car.

“Hey Y/N,” Emily’s voice said from next to her and you smiled to yourself softly.

You cleared your throat before speaking up, “I’m-I’m in a bit of a situation,”

There was silence on the other end of the phone and you could just imagine their faces right now. They probably looked at each other, each of their smiles dropping.

“What happened?” both of their voice said in unison.

You chuckled softly, “So uh funny story, I was going to surprise you guys today,” you got out as you felt your breathing start to become more ragged, “Bring you your favorite lunch, but as I was a driving a truck came out of nowhere and now I’m outside down in a ditch,” 

“Okay, Y/N, where are you right now?” Emily asked and you could tell her protective older sister was showing. 

You tried to remember where you were driving by, but your mind was starting to become a little fuzzy. You shrugged even though they couldn’t see you, “I’m-I’m not sure, I already got the food so I was on the way to the bureau. I can’t remember,” you admitted and you started panicking even more, “Guys, why can’t I remember?” 

Reid’s voice whispered to both JJ, who was pacing the room, and Emily who was currently bitting on her fingernails, “She’s probably suffering head trauma,” 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” JJ’s voice whispered soothingly into the phone, “Close your eyes and try to think,” 

You closed your eyes, following the exercise the BAU did on countless occasions to help victims remember, but you came up empty, “I don’t know! I can’t! I can’t remember!” you exclaimed as your chest started heaving. 

“It’s gonna be okay, can you move?” JJ asked again, “Are you able to get out of the car?” 

You shook your head, “No, no I can’t move. J, what’s wrong with me?” you whimpered.

It was her turn to shake her head, “Nothing, absolutely nothing. We’re gonna have Penelope track your phone okay? And we’ll be right there to you. Hotch is gonna send an ambulance as soon as we get your location, okay?” 

“You may want to hurry,” you whispered, feeling blood drip down your face, “I don’t know if it’s ketchup from your burgers or blood that’s dripping from my head,”

You reached up to feel your head and looked back at your fingers before smelling it, “No, that’s blood,” 

“Baby girl,” Derek said in a stern voice to Penelope who was trying her best to get the location fast enough.

She looked at him with a nod, “I’m going as fast as I can,” With a few more types at the keyboard there was a ping, “I got it!” 

They all looked at the computer screen, Hotch was already on the phone with the ambulance repeating back her location. Without hesitation, JJ and Emily ran out of the room and towards the car. Everyone else following suit. 

They drove to where you were which wasn’t that far away, literally down the block. You were almost there. 

The girls parked on the side of the road and noticed that no one bothered stopping to help you. The black pickup truck, nowhere to be seen, he probably drove off as soon as he was well enough to leave. 

There was broken glass leading towards the ditch and they slid down it as safely as possible. Your driver’s side door was caved in so they went to the other side to drive and get to you.

“Hey Y/N?” Emily’s voice filled your ears and your ears perked up, despite your eyes threatening to give out on you any second now, “We’re here now, okay? I need you to stay strong, the paramedic is on their way,” 

You smiled, “I don’t know,” was all you could get out, until you calmed your breathing down, “I don’t know if I can stay awake for that long,” 

JJ’s eyes were threatening to spill the tears that were held in her eyes. Derek went over to the passenger’s side to see if he can help get you out. JJ hung out next to your driver’s side and looked at the blood trickling from your head.

“Can you stay awake for me, baby?” JJ asked and you turned your head to look at her best as possible.

You made a pouty face, “I’m really tired JJ,” you whispered, “I think I need to go to bed,” 

Emily finally started breaking down, “No, we’re gonna try something, okay?” She could see you slowly nod, “Okay, it’s Christmas Eve, you’re six years old and I’m eight. We wanted so bad to stay up and see Santa put gifts under a tree and you were following asleep, but I kept waking you up. You need to keep imagining that okay?” 

“Emily, I love you,” you told her as your eyes started drooping more. 

She shook her head, “Hey, no. Santa’s coming soon! We need to stay awake,” she told you. 

Even with Derek’s strength he couldn’t get the car door open. He slammed his hands on the car in frustration, as he looked up at Hotch, “They’re gonna be here in five minutes!” 

“Hotch! We don’t have that kind of time!” Derek screamed.

JJ reached her hand through your broken window, “I love you,” you whispered to her as she rubbed your cheekbone softly.

“You can tell me that when we get you all bandaged up, okay?” she told you and you shook your head.

“I think my head needs a little more than a band-aid,” you joked which caused her to let out a breathy laugh. 

Mission accomplished, you thought to yourself. 

You started to close your eyes and she shook head, “Hey, stay awake, okay?”

“Can you tell me a story?” you whispered, something JJ would do whenever you were having a rough day or the two of you were being lazy on the couch. 

“Will you stay awake for me if I do?” she asked and you nodded.

“I’ll try my best,” 

“It’s Christmas Eve in about twelve years or so. We have two kids who are six and eight. They’re waiting for Santa to come down the chimney so they can see him. They’re telling each other that they need to stay awake,” she begins and looks at Emily who’s breaking down, crying softly in Derek’s arms. 

Her voice starts to become more shaky, “And I’m shaking your arm in bed every so often whispering to you, ‘Love, you need to stay up so we can put the presents on the tree’. But you’re falling in and out of sleep, so I give you a sweet kiss and rip the blanket off of you. You groan in response as you cling onto me,” 

Your eyes start to close, but JJ continues talking, “You say ‘I'm so tempted to call Rossi and tell him to buy a Santa costume just so they can go to bed already.’” you let out a breathy laugh as JJ tries her best not to cry in front of you, “You always pretend to hate the idea of staying up, but you’re secretly happy because it reminds you of how you and Emily used to be when you were young,” 

“In a world where your parents were barely around and the only people you had were each other, waiting for Santa to come reminds you of her,” she finishes telling you, “You need to stay awake, okay? So we can live a life like that, please,” 

The flashing of blue and red lights, along with sirens filled the void of silence. The paramedics and firemen rushing down the ditch to come and rescue you. JJ is moved out of the way and into Emily’s arms. The two of them crying together, holding each other close. 

The firemen breaking the door away, letting the paramedics due their duties as they rushed you onto a gurney. Your eyes were still fluttering open and closed as you tried your best to hold onto the little life that was present in your body. 

Until you couldn’t anymore. 

/ / /

“Love,” JJ’s voice drew out, you fluttered your eyes open to see her staring back at you, “You fell asleep again,” 

You rolled your eyes teasingly, “I’m sorry, these kids are unbreakable. It’s 4 in the morning and I need to sleep if we’re going to be hosting tomorrow. I mean we still have to finish cleaning,” 

It was her turn to roll your eyes as she pressed a soft, yet sweet kiss to your lips. You smiled into it, the feeling of contentment overflowing you. But it’s gone all too soon as the cool Virginian winter air hit your body.

“No! Babe!” you whispered, groaning. 

JJ was sitting up in bed as you wrapped your arms around her waist, clinging onto her like a sloth onto a tree. She let out a laugh before planting a kiss to the top of your head.

“Rossi is on speed dial, I am more than willing to call him,” you mumbled, before placing a kiss to her hip causing her to laugh more.

The two of you just stayed in that position until you couldn’t hear whispers from downstairs anymore. 

You perked your head up, “Do you hear that?” 

“What?” 

“Exactly,” you shot out of bed as quickly, but quietly as possible. She let out a soft giggle before following suit. 

The hard wood floor cold against your bare feet. You looked from the top step to see the kids finally fast asleep on the floor. JJ opened the closet door and grabbed all of their presents, lying them neatly along the tree.

You took the cookies that they made and took small bites out of it before drinking some of the milk. You went over to JJ with a cookie in your hand, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind. 

“Cookie?” you whispered and she nodded gratefully before taking a bite out of it. 

The two of you just swayed from side to side as you embraced the colorful lights of the Christmas tree filling the dark room and your two kids sleeping peacefully on the floor with one another. 

You grabbed your phone from your pocket, shooting a text to Emily who was probably fast asleep. You and JJ got close to the two kids before taking a selfie with them, sending the picture to Emily saying:

They did it again...stayed up much later this time. I’m starting to feel bad for Mom and Dad now!

You grabbed the blanket that was on the couch and laid it over the two kids, as JJ wrote note in cursive thanking them for all the cookies. You placed a kiss to each of their heads before following JJ to bed.

The two of you getting comfortable once more in bed, finally allowing yourselves to try and get some sleep, “Aren’t you glad you stayed awake?” she whispered.

You nodded, softly, thinking back to the time where you almost died, “I’m very glad I stayed awake,” you told her, the double meaning hidden along the sentence. 

But JJ knew, she always knew.

[afterartist]

Have a headcannon dump of a LU!centaur Au that’s been cycling in my brain for a week, I’m quite possibly going to write a fic/do more art,

You’re free to leave ideas or suggestions for this Au as well

(Wild doodle to go with at the end)

•–•Au Basics:

-this is heavily based off the @linkeduniverse Au by @jojo56830

Basically it’s the same but every character (even side characters but they’re not important) are Centaurian, this is finicky and involves things like Cervitaurs, mermaids and whatnot,

This is hevily based on living conditions and most races are born with natural legs, ie; hylians are born with two hylian legs, and their secondary legs will grow in around the age of four depending on the food and lifestyle they’ve had until then, the secondary traits are usually set in by the age of six where they will no longer have their original legs.

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Now the headcannons (this is just the links cause idk much about the Zelda’s so I have to do more research)

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•–Time•

- The old man is a Stag, no I will not take criticism on this

Time started off his journey a young deer cervitaur, barely grown into his fawn limbs before coming into contact with Fi,

Deer are often seen as prey animals and weak, but we all know Time is seen as the leader for a reason,

My man got mad strong horns and has kicked, impaled and stomped on more Moblins then any sane person should, while deers are often seen as weak you would have to be blind, deaf, three years old and an idiot to think Time any less then the powerful stag that would lay his life down for his family

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•–Sky•

-Loftwing… kind of a no brainer for this one

Oh yeah, our sleepy king has butt wings and you can’t stop me,

Sky was literally found in a Loftwing nest and the majority of Skyloft secretly think he’s a Hylian Centaur instead of the other way around,

Learning to fly was the literal worst, his wings took a few more years to fully develop so he got to flying later then most, the fact that his wings sit at an awkward place on the base between his hylian torso and his Skywing back doesn’t help that fact

Yes he’s still perfected the art of flying while asleep, not even other Loftwing hybrids know how he does it

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•–Twilight •

-He’s… hes a Wolf… it’s… it’s twilight… literally what else would he be?

He was actually a wolf hybrid before his adventure started and is honestly not sure how it took so long for the chain to even start to theorise his connections with Wolfie,

Wind guessed they were long lost brothers,

Fun fact, Twi is allergic to fur, it took him embracingly long to realise, ‘Oh, I thought the air was just meant to hurt’

Legend likes to call him a husky and watch as Twi goes on a rant about how they are completely different, this went on for months before time brought a stop to it

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•-Legend•

-Pegasus… is this because I love the Pegasus boots? You’ll never know

The only reason sky knows how to preen his wings is because legend literally sat on him one day and showed him

In the ‘Not quite horse centaurs’ club with Wild

His tail was unfortunately docked in his third adventure, Wind used his ‘ Customary Pirate Rope tying skills’ to fashion him a fake tail out of foe hair (yes it’s pink) and braided him a new tail,

Legend won’t admit but that was the day he started trusting the rest of the chain

Likes to cuff Wars over the head with his wings, he quickly found out Wars’ wings hurt a lot more to get hit by then his

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•–Warriors•

-DragonDragonDRAGONDRA-

His scales are literally brighter then the chains future (admittedly not hard to be)

Learned the hard way that his claws are sharp and for completely non related reasons has a wooden backscratcher he won’t tell anyone about

Runs hotter then the others Links, thus why he always wears his scarf, Legend jokes he’s as cold blooded as his blood,

legend regrets.

Has an unhealthy obsession with shiny things, his time in the army has helped him restrain from stealing freshly polished swords and amour but four swears they had a freshly cleaned dagger right next to them and now it’s gone-

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•–Four•

-Minish?? More like biggish (that was bad I’ll see myself out-)

Still Has four legs like a mouse instead of the two that minish usually have, but has the fluffiest tail in existence

Actually wasn’t sure what Minish were before meeting them so was super confused for the first few years after developing

When Wind was confused on how to use their pronouns (they/them) correctly they told him to just picture four mice in a Trenchcoat (it helped Wind a lot)

Paints their claws/nails, each foot is one of the four colours, the blue nails are for some reason always somehow chipped, Warriors ends up lending them some of his nail Polish which is sturdier

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•–Hyrule•

-obsessing over the idea that Rules’ Hyrule is basically Australia so Rule is a kangaroo

Kangaroos are evil deer, Rule is the exception

Kangaroos are terrifying and could be hit by a truck and walk it off, lest to say Time had a mini breakdown after watching Hyrule get punched into a tree by a Hinox, stand up, then carry on with his life without so much as a scratch

They still suck at cooking

If you say ‘shrimp on a campfire’ he will ring your throat until you meet Nayru face to face,

‘I may not know how to cook but I know they’re called prawns.’

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•–Wind•

-Salt water croc for my salty pirate

Changed from lobster because I personally hate lobsters

Has claws and knows how to use them, preferably on the back of legend’s legs but has learned hooves hurt to take to the face

Has 3rd eyelid to be able to see underwater, so he likes to sleep like that sometimes and creep out whoever is on watch

Wild has attempted to eat him at least twice, both times Twi had to stop the because Wind was also curious

Sky only has two legs? Boo loser, Wind has 4 and a big tail that could snap your spine (it took wind several years to learn how not to trip over and he still can’t walk for long periods of time)

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•–Wild-

-Lynel… Time is not surprised

In the ‘Not quite horse centaurs’ club with Legend

Honestly thought he was a horse until Flora mentioned ‘no Link, horse’s don’t grow horns out of their head’

Isn’t sure if he’s a gold Lynel or just blond (they’re just blond)

Also has a hint of orange in his blue eyes, eyes that glow red on bloodmoons

Unlike their hair they actually like to style their tail a lot, went they went to Gerudo town he was taught how to braid and bun it but can’t do it on his own so let’s Wind do it when he’s bored

Has small horns that Time had to teach him how to take care of, cause who knew horns need maintenance

Literally no one knows how his glider is able to hold him up… or how he climbs literally anything with ease even with his equestrian limbs

Was also one of the first to use Four’s pronouns correctly as they themselves use all pronouns (likes he/they the most tho)

—- Quick sketch of Wild cause I love them with all my heart

Anyway, it’s just a poorly thought out Au and I’ll probably work on it more but have this info dump for a second as I try to figure out what I’m doing with my life,

If y’all have any suggestions have at it,

I just hope my ideas aren’t as jumbled as I think they are

[harveywritings92]

BNHA Dad scenario: You get your quirk!

Warnings: Blood, death and Shiggy angst!

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Shigaraki:

[Your mom's quirk was self healing it could heal any physical damage on her body in a blink of an eye and so it cancelled your dad's Quirk out, the two Quirks mutated with you so, Your Quirk is called Second chance: you can bring people back from the dead, (like the Piemaker from pushing up daisies) when you touch them, but only once, you touch them again they rapidly decay and turn into dust...Though it varies depending on how long they’ve been reanimated for, recently deceased people don’t decay they just drop dead. Unfortunately you found this out the hard way with your mom... and now you're boyfriend.]

No one knew that your mom was part of the league let alone it's leader's wife! At least that what your parents had thought! You and your mom were at the park together after grocery shopping, Your mom called you from the bench she was sitting on telling you it was time to go home! You said okay and ran over to her when suddenly there was a loud pop! and you felt something wet and sticky hit your cheek... your fingers grazed and saw red, and your mommy was on ground surrounded by red, not moving which confused you.

Your [y/ec] watched as parents ran around grabbing their kids and ran from the park, then it was time to go and patted your mommy's telling her to wake up. "C'mon mommy time to go!" she let out a gasp and shot up looking at you stunned, then down at herself she was shot in the chest and was still bleeding! why wasn't she healing? how is she... Your mom was snapped out of her frantic state by the sound of men shouting.

"She's still alive!" she hissed and snapped at you to run! as she got up and followed you while calling your dad telling him what was happening, when she saw you run into the road and grabbed your hand... next thing you knew you were under your mothers body as the men who were chasing you both caught up, they saw your mom not moving and figure she finally bled out, thought one of them was voicing his confusion; he said he was sure he had shot her with a Quirk erasing bullet?

"What do we do wit' the brat?" they were fighting over whether they should kill you or take you to their boss? when this purple haze suddenly appeared behind them, before they could react two hands shot out of the haze and wrapped their necks, there were no screams as the men’s bodies decayed into dust, then you father walked out the portal. 

His red eyes widened in horror as he lost all the strength in his body and fell to his knees in aguish, when he thought was looking at the bodies of his wife and child... until he heard you whimper and sob, he gasped and carefully removed your mother's dead body to find you alive, crying and cover in blood but otherwise unharmed...

Shigaraki let out out a choked sob as you got up and hugged him, his arms froze realizing he didn't have his gloves and couldn't hug you back! until someone held his gloves out in front of him, he looked up and saw Dabi looking at him with an unreadable expression, he put them on and held onto you, then turned away knowing what the cremator intend to do. "I'll be sure bring back some of her ashes for the brat..." he said calmly your dad just nodded somberly and carried you through the portal...

It was three months after your mother's death when your dad found out about your Quirk, you had brought your cat back to life after it was hit by a car, but then it died again when you went to pet it, he realized what had happened to your mom... but, he didn't blame you how could you have known? you didn't even realize your Quirk had manifest. he did however become very very protective and forbid you from using your Quirk unless he says it was okay.

Ten years later

Your dad was in his room playing God of War, when you barged in with a panic look on your face. "What?" he asked pausing his game very shocked as you always knock before coming in. "Uh...Do you have any spare Quirk cancelling gloves?" you asked timidly as your dad's red eyes narrowed. "Why?..." then his eyes widened he saw your hands covered in blood "did you use it?!" he snapped standing at his full height just as your boyfriend staggered in missing an arm and looking like he got mauled by a bear... well hell!

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Dabi:

[Your mom's Quirk is called fairy-lights she can make little balls of light appear out of the palm of her hands that float around when she blows on them, the lights are pretty to look at, but are actually made up of a very combustible gases, which makes it very compatible with Dabi's Cremation, Your Quirk is called: Will-o-Wisp which works like your mom's you can make little blue fireballs manifest from your hands that float around, you can make them explode by snapping your fingers.]

It was winter and you had accidently set your clubhouse on fire! you didn't know how to tell your parents about it, because you thought they'd be mad! so you hid in the wood behind the house, and course they freaked out when they saw the shed a smoldering mess! and you nowhere in sight!

Your mom was screaming and crying your name while digging through the wreckage, While Dabi was just frozen he was standing; staring blankly what was essentially his entire damn world shattering before his eyes; it became hard to breath for him as he felt blood tears dripping down his cheeks, before something told him to look at the ground... he gasped seeing little footsteps in the snow leading into wooded area behind the house.

He called out to your mom and the two of them followed the tracks before finding you hiding out in a hollowed tree crying both your parents where in hysterics as the you scooped you into their arms and started hugging and kissing you like it was their last day on earth, of course you were still scared they were gonna be mad you wrecked the shed.

"Firefly... we don't give a flying rat's ass about some shoddy ass shed!" Dabi said with a tremor in his voice as he calmed down kissing your forehead, Your mom butted in "What we care about is you! do you have any idea how scared we were when we thought you were still in there?!" then your dad noticed your hands, your mittens...they were burnt from the inside. You mom noticed too, they locked eyes then looked back at you.

He asked how the fire happened as he had made sure there were no chemicals or anything flammable inside that shed; Dabi was sure of it when he fixed it! Your mom asked if any of her patrons gave you matches or something? 

You shook your head then bit you lip as your parents kept trying to coaxed you into talking, before bring your hand up and away from your face, Your parents watched as these little blue fire balls manifested in your hand and floated about three feet away before blowing up! sending little sparks everywhere.

Luckily the snow kept the forest from igniting into an inferno, Both your parents were in shock, they expected you to have either a fire-quirk or a chemical-quirk, not a hybrid of the two, and strong one at that! Dabi saw your hand smoking and he took what little remined of you mittens off, and much to his relief you had inherited You know who's heat resistance, don't get him wrong he still hates he who will not named, but he's just glad you won't look like you'll be starring in the next Tim Burton movie anytime soon...

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Katsuki:

[You inherited your mom's quirk Freeze-Frame, it's a time manipulation Quirk that can pause people and objects by clapping your hands or snapping your fingers and keeping your eyes on them (though your Quirk is much stronger then your mom's as you can freeze things at farther range and longer time frame than she can...) ]

You were about to be hit by a out of control truck during hero visit event at your pre-school, Katsuki saw it at the last second and realized he wouldn't be able to get to you in time! but something stunning happen before you were a smear on the road, there was a loud *CLAP!* 

The truck suddenly stopped, at least that what it looked like to everyone else, Katsuki noticed the truck was starting to move, and immediately launched himself in the air towards you; scooping you up just in time the second your eyes were off that truck it wrapped around the tree you'd standing in front of mere seconds before!

Katsuki wrapped his arms around you and tucked rolled as the two of you hit the ground, He came to sliding halt before starring up at the clear blue sky in shock over what just happened. "Dad...Y-you're crushing me!" your voice whimpered snapping Katsuki out of his stupor, and realizing he had you in a bone crushing bear hug...

He suddenly let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding in, before sitting up and holding you at arms length, he look at the truck then back at you. "Are you hurt?" he croaked keeping his eyes on you checking for any pain or distress in your [y/ec] eyes you shook your head and he has shaking as he pulled you into another tight hug.

Katsuki didn't let go of you and signed you out school as the event was cancelled, when he got home he decided to get his mind off of what happened by testing your newly manifested quirk, by throwing a foam dodgeball at you and ordering you to clap to stop it from hitting you.

Of course he forgot to tell your mother about what had happened! So, when she walked through the front door, Katsuki got one look at her face and knew he was sleeping on the couch tonight!

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Stupid Decision

 MAIN MASTERLIST

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,950ish

Summary: Steve makes a stupid decision regarding your relationship. (Angst/Fluff)

Notes: This is my entry for @sylvie-writes​ writing challenge. I didn’t bold the prompts but I used 23, 30, 32, 36, 44, and 52.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

The five words no one ever longed to hear when they were in love. Especially when you were in love with none other than, Captain America. You knew something had been off before he left for the mission a week ago. And now, he had gotten back and went straight to your room. You tried to welcome him back with open arms, only for him to say.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Your heart broke instantly. “Wh-what? Why?” Your voice was small, which made Steve almost wince.

“I just… I can’t.” He turned to leave but you quickly stopped him.

“No! You don’t get to just say you can’t do this anymore and walk away. I am owed an explanation.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I just can’t any more. It’s not you, it’s—“

“Bullshit! Just tell me.”

“I have another mission, Y/N. I just came to tell you it was over. I have to go.” 

He opened the door, walked out and quickly closed it. You were so shocked that you couldn’t move to chase after him. It wasn’t worth it anyway if he was done. There was no point in fighting it. You began crying into your hands, slowly lowering yourself onto your knees. Unbeknownst to you, Steve was still outside the door. He was leaning against it, head up and hand still on the door knob. He was looking at the ceiling, wishing for his tears to disappear as he listened to your cries.

The mission had been rough, as many were. But this time they had clear information on you. Your patterns, your likes and dislikes, everything down to your elementary school grades. They threatened him with your life and he could not risk it. It was killing him the whole way home that he had purposefully put together another mission to get back out there as soon as possible. But right now, Steve couldn’t get himself to move. You were inside your room, heart broken, and all he wanted to do was fix it. But he couldn’t. Not until the threat was completely gone.

~~~

Tony, Natasha, and Clint were all in the kitchen, fixing themselves breakfast, when Tony suddenly stopped what he was doing.

“What is it, Stark?” Natasha wondered.

“Shit’s about to hit the fan,” Tony answered, squinting his eyes and looking around. “I can feel it.”

Clint laughed. “You can feel it?” Clint repeated. “Since when?”

“Since ever. Trust me on this one. Something’s off about today.”

You slunk into the room. Sleep had eluded you, so you already were struggling to look decent. But it was also clear that you had been crying.

“Y/N?” Natasha questioned. “What’s wrong?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Steve broke up with me,” you answered quietly.

“What?!” Clint and Natasha exclaimed.

“See!” Tony shouted. “I told you shit was about to hit the fan!”

“Tony,” Natasha scolded, coming to your side. “Why would he do that?”

You pursed your lips, trying to keep your emotions in check. “He just… he just said that he couldn’t do it anymore. Then he left. Said he had another mission to go on.”

“Another mission?” Tony repeated. “There was no plan for another mission.”

“Well then I don’t know where he is then, Tony!” You yelled, letting it all out. “That’s what he told me, after… after…” You started hyperventilating, unable to fully take in air.

“Y/N, I need you to breathe,” Natasha coaxed, running a hand up and down your back. 

You shook your head, struggling. Nat guided you to a chair and knelt down in front of you. Tears slipped down your cheeks and you failed to take in any full breaths.

“Focus on me, Y/N,” Natasha guided. “Focus on my voice.”

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out to the AI, “I need a location on Rogers.”

“Captain Rogers is currently flying in a quinjet with Sargent Barnes and Mr. Wilson,” FRIDAY responded.

“I need details on their mission sent to me, now.” 

“I don’t…” you choked out. “I don’t… un-under-stand-d… is he… see-ing… someone… else…?”

“Impossible,” Clint replied, shaking his head. “Cap’s head over heals in love with you.”

“Th-then wh-yyy…?”

“I’ve given you all the details I have to Captain Rogers plans, Boss,” FRIDAY stated.

“I’m going to figure this out, kid. I’m going to bring them home and give ‘em hell,” Tony said. “I promise.” He press a kiss to her head before hurrying away.

“Nat…” you cried. “It hurts…”

“I know,” she rubbed her thumb over your knee. “I know… let’s get you back into bed. You need some rest.”

~~~

After Clint and Nat tucked you in, you slept for hours while they tried to figure out what Steve was thinking.

“They’ve somehow cut FRIDAY out of the quinjet,” Tony said, him and the others in his lab. “And they didn’t put in any flights plans before FRIDAY got disconnected.”

“This doesn’t make any sense,” Clint said, looking over everything. “Steve came to me a few weeks ago, asking when I knew Laura was the one. I asked him if he thought Y/N was the one and he said yes. He couldn’t have changed his mind that fast… right?”

“I think I’ve found something,” Natasha said, sitting in front of a computer. “This is the footage from Steve’s suit cam from the last mission.” She pulled screenshots up. “There’s information all about Y/N here. Like, everything. Her whole life story, her day-to-day routines. Everything.”

“He thinks he’s protecting her,” Tony whispered, looking over everything. “He thinks this is his fault and that he has to be the one to fix it.”

“Stupid, idiot men,” Natasha muttered. “Always feeling the need to protect us by doing stupid shit. We need to get him back here before she turns around and does something stupid herself.”

~~~

It was now the middle of the night and you couldn’t sleep. You were craving sugar, hard core, and you knew exactly where to find it. Sneaking out to the kitchen, you found where the cans of frosting were kept. You grabbed a spoon before carefully opening the can and sat up on top of the counter. You closed your eyes and moaned as that first spoonful ran across your tongue. 

“Did I just witness you eat frosting straight from the can?”

You jumped at the sound of Clint’s voice, almost slipping off the counter.

“Shit, Clint! You scared me.”

“Sorry about that.” He waltzed into the kitchen and stood across from you, leaning against the counter. “But seriously, are you eating frosting straight from a can?”

“It’s not a crime, Clint, it’s just my coping mechanism. Deal with it.” You put another spoonful in your mouth. 

“How are you holding up?”

“How do you think? As you’ve pointed out twice now, I’m eating frosting from a can.”

“He’s an idiot.” 

You nodded in agreement, taking another spoonful. “Yeah…” you sighed. “Clint, I don’t know if I can be here when he comes back.”

“What? You can’t seriously be thinking about leaving?”

“I am seriously thinking about it. I’m not even a part of the team nor do I work here at the compound. I moved in to be with Steve and now he doesn’t want to be with me, so I really don’t see a reason to stay. Technically, the room I’m in is his anyway.”

“Y/N, really think about this. Are you sure?”

You took a minute to really think about it. “I’m sure.”

~~~

“Are you going to tell us what’s going on here, punk?” Bucky asked. 

He and Sam had been dragged into the quinjet almost immediately after Steve had gotten home. They knew that something was wrong, but Steve wasn’t talking.

Steve sighed. “I guess it’s time that I told you,” he said. “I broke up with Y/N?”

“You what?!” His friends both shouted.

“Why? It doesn’t make any sense!” Sam continued. “Bucky, wasn’t it just a few weeks ago when Steve told us he was going to marry the girl. And now you’ve gone and broke up with her?! Do you have brain damage?!” Steve simply clenched his jaw, unable to look at them.

“Why did you do it, Steve?” Bucky asked.

“Cause they know everything,” Steve replied, quietly.

“Who knows everything?”

“HYDRA… On the last mission, I found a room dedicated to her. They’re planning on using her against me.”

“They can’t do that,” Sam said, shaking his head. “She’s perfectly safe at the compound.”

“Except she’s not. When I say they know everything, Sam, I mean they know everything. Her habits, her likes and dislikes, every moment we’ve spent together… In order to keep her safe, I needed to break up with her.”

“Was that’s HYDRA’s call or your call?” Bucky asked. Steve didn’t answer. “You idiot.”

“I had to do what was needed. We’re on our way to another base. I can’t be with her until they’re gone.”

“Did you ever think about the effect this would have on her?”

“I did. But I had to do it. She’s safe under Tony’s care right now while I fix this.”

“You didn’t even think this through, did you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N’s not an Avenger. So she had no reason to be living at the compound besides you. It’s only a matter of time before she moves out. And we all know she’s not safe out there.”

“I’m sure the Team can keep her there.”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked. “Do they even know what’s going on?”

“They don’t. But if I know Natasha, she’ll do anything to keep me and her together.” 

“She’s going to kill you for doing this to Y/N.”

Steve winced, imagining what Nat will do to him when she sees him again. “Well, we’re not going back until this mission is complete.”

~~~

Clint watched you through the vents throughout the night. He wanted to see if you were really serious. And you were, you packed up all your belongs before dawn. You had also found a new apartment already. Almost every box was in the moving truck by the time Clint woke up from his spot in the vent. Upon seeing the room with only Steve’s things in it, he rushed to the lab, where Nat and Tony were still trying to get a hold of Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

“Guys! Guys! Guys!” Clint ran in. “We have a problem!”

“What is it, Legolas?” Tony asked. “I’ve almost hacked into the quinjet here.”

“Y/N’s leaving! She’s packed up and almost out of here!”

“What?!” Natasha and Tony shouted.

“We have to stop her! We need to get Steve back here!”

“I’m trying, Barton,” Tony said. “You and Red find a way to slow her down. I think I’ve got a location on them. I’m going to take a suit and go after them.”

~~~

You were walking to your car to go and meet the moving truck at your new place, when suddenly there was a red head in front of you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked, hands on her hips.

“To my new apartment,” you answered. 

“Why? This is your home.”

“No, this is Steve’s home.”

“And now yours.”

“Nat… I really don’t want to do this right now. I just want to get to my new apartment and sleep.”

“You can sleep here.”

“I’m sorry, Nat.” You tried to move around her, only for her to get back in your way. “Seriously, move.”

“Try me.” She narrowed her eyes at you.

“You know I can’t compete with you. Just, Nat… I can’t be here when he gets back… he doesn’t want to be with me anymore. And that’s… well it sucks and, honestly, I may never recover. But I have a better shot at doing so someplace else.”

“Y/N…” Natasha reached for your hand, but you stepped back.

“No.” You shook your head. “If you touch me, I will break. And I don’t want to break in front of people. I have to be strong.”

“Rogers is an idiot.”

You gave her a small, but fake, smile. “I never said he wasn’t. Please, Nat, let me go.”

“Fine,” Natasha sighed. “I’m coming with you to help you unpack.”

~~~

Tony landed on the quinjet, that was still in the air. He was furious at the Captain he knew was below him. Not bothering to open the ramp, he used a laser to cut a hole in the top of the quinjet and jumped through it.

“What the hell, Stark?!” Sam exclaimed. The three men were armed.

“What the hell is right,” Tony said, making his helmet disappear. He pointed at Steve. “I can’t even believe you.”

“Tony, you don’t understand,” Steve said.

“Oh, I think I do. You think you’re protecting her but Y/N is back in New York, heart broken and moving out of the compound.”

“Moving out? She can’t move out, it’s not safe. Why are you letting her do that?”

“I’m not letting her do shit, Rogers. She’s her own person who was basically told that she wasn’t worth it.”

“I never said that. I could never—“

“Doesn’t matter. You gave her no other reason, so she’s immediately feel to that.”

“It’s too dangerous—“

“Our lives our too dangerous, Steve! You don’t see it, but she doesn’t sleep when you’re gone. Always worried sick that you might never return! You think you’re protecting her by doing this, well you’re wrong! You’ve now pushed her out of the safest place she could be!”

“I may regret saying this, but I’m with Stark on this one,” Bucky said. “You’ve been a complete and utter idiot, Steve. Yes, protect her. Go out and destroy all of HYDRA, we’ll help. But break her heart in the process,” Bucky shook his head, “ridiculous. If you told her what was going on, she would have understood. The team could have created a plan to keep her safer, but instead you did the most stupid, cliche thing in the book.”

Steve fell back into the pilot’s seat, running a hand down his face. “I really am an idiot,” he whispered.

“Damn right you are,” Sam agreed. “So what do you say to destroying this HYDRA base we’re heading to and then going back and fixing things with your girl?”

~~~ 

Both Natasha and Clint helped you unpack, though they didn’t make it easy. They kept trying to put things back in the moving van to take back to the compound, but you wouldn’t have it. After having dinner together, you forced them to leave you alone. It was now the early hours of the morning and you were sitting out on the fire escape just outside your new bedroom window. You were lost in thought, staring at the sky.

“You are probably the only person in the world who can look this beautiful at 3 in the morning.”

Steve’s rough, yet timid voice caused you to jump in surprise. You didn’t say anything though, simply stared down at him. He wasn’t too far below you, still in his suit and roughed up from the mission.

“I know I’m probably the last person you want to see,” he began slowly, continuing up the fire escape. “But I had to see you.”

“Why?” You sounded weaker than you wanted to. “You said you couldn’t do it anymore…”

“And I was so incredibly stupid.” He sat on the same level as you, far enough away to give you your space while still being close. “I… the mission got into my head. They… they knew everything about you.”

“Everything?”

“Everything,” he nodded. “They were planning to come after you and use you against me. And I couldn’t… I couldn’t get past it to see another way then ending it with you.”

“Steve,” you moved slightly closer. “You could have just talked to me about it.”

“I know… I wasn’t thinking… And for that I’m so sorry.” He met your eyes. His blues were glistening with tears. “Is there any way to fix this mess I’ve gotten myself into?”

You sighed, turning back to look at the sky. “I.. I… I’m scared… Scared of getting hurt again… But I’m more scared of not being able to love you.”

“Me too… Y/N, I made the stupidest decision I have ever made, by telling you I couldn’t do it anymore. It was me not thinking straight, acting on impulse. I should have talked to you about it all, gotten your opinion… I just love you so much, the thought of losing you was—“

“Too much to bare.” Steve nodded in agreement. “I know, cause I feel that way every time you leave for a mission. There’s always a good chance that you don’t come back, that doesn’t mean that I would ever break up with you.”

“You’re stronger than me… you always have been.”

You rested your hand on his closest to you. “We’re both strong in our own ways, that’s why we work so well together.” You moved closer to him, so your arms were brushing against each other. “I love you, Steve. You just need to promise to talk to me, or this isn’t going to work.”

He cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb against it. “I don’t deserve you… I love you, so much. I promise to talk more before I make a decision.”

You held up your pinky. “Pinky promise?”

Steve laughed as he brought up his pinky to wrap around yours. “Pinky promise.”

[roberttchase]

Thankful For You - Brettsey

The Season 10 Brettsey AU, Thanksgiving Edition. Enjoy! Read on AO3

It starts the day before Thanksgiving. They’ve been off shift for nearly eight hours, and Sylvie’s been holding out hope that the sore throat she’d woken up with and the achiness that’s settled in her bones, is merely a byproduct of little sleep and numerous calls. But now, as she and Matt walk through Whole Foods, she knows it’s a losing battle. They’ve been dating for almost six months, it’s their first Thanksgiving together as a couple, and of course she has to ruin it by being sick. Half of her wants to tough it out and stay quiet about how she feels, go over to the loft in the morning and spend the day with Stella and Severide, but the other half just wants to curl up in bed and sleep. 

She lets Matt lead them down the aisle where all the chips are, looking for the ones they know Stella especially likes. As they come to a halt in front of the many bags, Sylvie leans into Matt’s shoulder, that general feeling of malaise washing over her. The flu has been making its rounds through the firehouse, but both she and Matt have been taking extra precaution in avoiding it- even though they both rarely catch things anyway. 

“We should get a couple different kinds I guess, I think a few of the others said they were going to drop by later on.” 

“Mmm, good idea.” 

Her words must come out as slow as she feels, and suddenly a strong arm is wrapping around her waist, and Matt’s staring at her with worry in his eyes. 

“…you okay?” 

Sylvie nods, giving him a small smile. She really doesn’t feel too awful, but she knows it won’t be long until she does, with how suddenly unwell she’s feeling, and how fast the flu can hit. 

“Yeah, I’m good.” 

“Sylvie. I’m serious. What’s wrong? No lies, remember?” 

And okay, damn him for being able to see right through her. It’s not that she wants to lie, but she was hoping on at least making it out of the store before admitting it. Sighing, her left hand rubs across her face. 

“Guess I’m just feeling a little off, is all.” 

The Captain’s brow furrows more, eyes doing a three second sweep down her body as if he’s checking for injuries. Sylvie’s heart melts a little at that. He pulls her closer and presses a kiss to her golden hair. 

“Do you want to head back to the truck while I pay?” 

“No, we’re done after this anyway. I really am okay Matt.” She keeps her voice reassuring, which seems to deflate her boyfriend, who nods but keeps her close the rest of the trip.

It’s not until they’re both in his old truck, heat blasting to combat the cold 42 degree weather outside, that he shifts in his seat to look at her. Sylvie’s whole body feels heavier than ten minutes prior, and her shoulders and back are starting to ache dully. 

“Okay, what’s up honey? You’re not feeling well?” He looks so concerned that she instinctively holds his hand across the middle console. 

“Not really. I felt fine earlier, but it’s all just hitting me really fast.” 

His unoccupied hand moves and suddenly the back of it is resting against her forehead. It feels nice, especially as he moves it down to her cheek. Up until ten seconds ago she’d not even entertained the thought she might have a fever. It would definitely explain why she feels chilled and gross. 

“New plan. I know we were supposed to go grab the other stuff Sev needed from Target, but he can suck it up and go himself. I think it’s time we get you home and in bed. You feel a little warm.” 

Sylvie nods, deciding it’s not worth it to argue. If she’s being honest, she doesn’t even want to- getting in bed sounds like heaven right now. Matt starts pulling out of the parking spot, squeezing her hand when she lets her eyes droop shut. While he drives, she drifts, letting the low sound of music and the truck rumbling pull her into the limbo between being awake and asleep. Eleven minutes later she’s being woken up, a hand on her shoulder. 

“Syl, it’s time to wake up. We’re home.” 

Blinking, the paramedic straightens herself up, stretching a little. They’re in front of her building, and Matt’s holding out his hand now, all the bags of groceries in his other. She thinks she could carry a few, but is grateful he doesn’t offer any. By the time they’re walking into the cozy apartment, lemon wallpaper and blue couch greeting them, she’s ready to raise a white flag and surrender. She’s definitely caught the flu, and she definitely wants to do nothing more than crawl under her covers. 

“Go get changed and lay down. I’m going to be there in just a second, I just need to put this stuff away.” Matt leans down and presses a kiss to her hairline, and Sylvie’s fairly certain he’s checking her temperature again, when his lips linger. 

Tiredly, Sylvie heads to the bedroom and pulls off her clothing, tossing the items onto the floor in a little pile in the corner. Her mind supplies that she must be sick if she’s not even taking ten steps to put them in the hamper near her closet. For the briefest second, she considers just getting in bed naked, but then forces herself to get into her sleep shorts and, in a moment of neediness, she snags one of her boyfriend's older t-shirts he keeps in one of the drawers she’d given him last month. 

Five minutes later, she hears Matt walk in, her eyes shut and face gracefully smushed into her pillow. 

“Sunshine, I need you to stay awake just a little longer. I need you to open up and keep this under your tongue okay?”

She does as asked, opening her mouth. She feels plastic slip under the right side of her tongue, and she clumsily takes hold of the thermometer, as she listens to Matt shuffling around. When the shrill beep sounds, her eyes crack open as she pulls the instrument out. The small screen is lit up red, and the numbers read ‘100.9’. What a great first Thanksgiving, she thinks morosely. 

“Mind telling me what it is?” Sylvie watches as Matt changes into sweatpants and a plain green t-shirt, picking up both his and her dirty clothes, dropping them into the hamper casually. It’s domestic and, even sick, the paramedic feels herself smile at the gesture. 

“100.9. Not terrible.” 

“Still a fever,” Matt replies, getting into the left side of the bed. She curls up close, her face finding Matt’s shoulder again, pressing her cheek against it. He runs a hand through her hair gently. “I’ll text Sev and let him know you have the plague,” he teases. 

“I ruined Thanksgiving.” Her voice is a half whine, but she can’t find it in herself to care. Matt snorts next to her. 

“No, you didn’t. Thanksgiving this year will be quiet and slow. We’ll spend all day together, just us. Really, I don’t mind it at all. Don’t get me wrong, I love Kidd and Sev, and I hate that you’re sick. But getting to spend time with you alone is always nice too. Even if all I’ll be doing is watching you while you sleep.” 

“Not creepy at all,” she mumbles back, feeling sleep tug at her. 

“Go to sleep, sunshine. I’ll wake you later for meds if you want them. Rest now.” 

***

Matt wakes up feeling disoriented. The light that’s been filtering through the window earlier is gone, replaced with darkness apart from the few street lamps in the distance. Shifting, everything slides into place at once. He’s suddenly acutely aware of how terribly his whole body aches, and how sore his throat is. He’s freezing, but there’s an intense warmth against his left side, and then the Captain remembers the reason he’s in bed in the first place- Sylvie. 

Looking over, he sees she’s still asleep. Raising his arm (surprised with how much energy it takes), he sees it’s 11:07 at night, six hours past when they got in bed. He feels like he could sleep another seven and still be exhausted. The urge to pee finally gets him up, and he moves to the bathroom feeling a little like Bambi on ice. It doesn’t cross his mind until he’s washing his hands that he’s sick too. God, he hasn’t been sick since he and Gabby were together. 

Slowly, he makes his way into the kitchen, finding two glasses and filling them with water. He’s not stupid, he knows they need to stay hydrated. An ED trip on Thanksgiving is the last thing he wants. Matt goes to the bedroom and turns the light next to Sylvie’s bed on, and after a few seconds his girlfriend whines, face scrunching up.

“Syl, wake up baby. Need t’drink water.” His voice is raspy, and even after he clears it he can tell it’s not made a difference. The blonde woman finally turns to face him, shakily sitting up. His heart aches, taking in her pale complexion and pink-dusted cheeks. She looks younger. 

“Let’s get your temp first.” Yep. Voice is definitely shot. He can hear it’s distorted from his swollen throat too. She takes the thermometer from him, about to put it under her tongue when she starts coughing, one arm raising weakly to block her mouth. Matt rubs her back as the coughing fit tapers off, and then the thermometer is turned on. 

101.6. Matt grimaces at the number, and Sylvie shrugs. 

“It’s not high, or dangerous….you okay?” The paramedic looks at him with concern, and Matt swallows. He’s always had a hard time admitting when something is wrong, and deep down he knows it stems from his father and childhood. But this is Sylvie asking, not Gregory Casey. She won’t tell him he’s being a pansy and to toughen up, that only little fairy boys complain about feeling sick. 

“Not feeling so great myself.” Matt admits, getting back under the covers when a shiver runs down his spine. As he settles, Sylvie’s holding up the thermometer for him. Normally, he’d be cringing at the mere idea of sharing a thermometer with anyone, but, again, it’s Sylvie. They’re sharing the same germs anyway. He opens his mouth and goes to grab the white plastic, but his girlfriend beats him to it, slipping it under his tongue for him. It’s oddly intimate. He shuts his mouth around it and waits, hating the way it feels. 

101.5. This time, Sylvie grimaces. 

They both take sips of water, and the liquid settles uncomfortably in Matt’s stomach. That's one thing he’s always hated about himself, his tendency to get nauseous no matter what kind of illness he has. Sylvie runs a hand through his hair when she’s set her water back down. 

“Have you told Severide we’re not coming?” Her words get interrupted half way through with a few coughs she holds in. Matt gives her a look, not wanting to sound like a parent having to tell their child not to hold coughs in. 

“No, probably should though.” Fumbling around, Matt finds his phone under a pillow and unlocks it, clicking on his best friend's name in the recently called list. It rings three times. 

“Hey man, what’s up?”

“Uhh…Sylvie and I can’t make it tomorrow, we’re not feeling so hot.” A shiver runs through him and he clenches his jaw. 

“Damn, that sucks. I’m sorry dude, it was probably Herrmann who gave it to you,” the older man jokes, and Matt nods, forgetting he can’t see him. “No worries about tomorrow. We’ll get together when you’re not feeling like shit. Let us know if you need anything okay?” 

“Yeah, thanks Sev. Hope you and Kidd have a good time.” 

They finish and hang up. When Matt looks over, Sylvie’s asleep again. He can barely move far enough over to turn her lamp off, but manages, and soon he’s asleep too. 

*** 

Someone is banging on the door. Sylvie let’s out a low groan, her whole body feeling like it’s been hit by a semi. She knows this isn’t even the peak of being sick, she knows it’s 24-48 hours after showing symptoms that they’re at their worst. She’s not looking forward to tonight. It’s nearing ten am, and one glance confirms Matt’s still asleep, skin unnaturally pale and cheeks flushed, dark circles under his eyes. She’s certain she looks no better. The paramedic is pulled out of her thoughts at more banging. 

Weak and feeling more than a little unsteady, Sylvie trudges to her front door, opening it with little idea of who it could be. Maybe a neighbor? Instead of Ms.Fitzgerald, she’s greeted by Severide and Stella, both holding bags. 

“…what’re you guys doing here?” Sylvie realizes it’s taken her longer than usual to comprehend the scene before her. She’s too tired to care. 

“Good morning,” Severide smirks, but it’s very quickly replaced with worry. Stella moves past Sylvie and into the apartment to set the bags down. 

“Sorry, they’re getting heavy,” she explains, setting them on the counter. 

“How’re you feeling? You look..” Severide walks in too, giving the bags to Stella so he can guide Sylvie to the couch. He trails his sentence off when his fiancé makes a noise and gives him a glare. “You look like you feel awful.” 

She lets herself be sat down, thankful for the man who she now thinks of as a close friend and brother. 

“Honestly I feel like shit. Why’re you here?” She asks again, still confused. Her brain feels foggy, and her eyes slip shut again. A hand is placed on her cheek and she leans into it. Any adrenaline that she’s had from someone suddenly waking her up is gone. Instead, exhaustion is flooding back in. 

“Me and Stella know you guys. We know you probably haven’t eaten since yesterday. Plus it’s Thanksgiving. We brought stuff so Stella can make that chicken and dumpling soup that’s amazing. We also brought popsicles, I remember you saying you liked those when you’re sick.” The last sentence is spoken a little shyly, and Sylvie can’t help the smile that appears on her face. 

“Thank you guys…seriously.”  She feels stupid that she's forgotten it's Thanksgiving. "We don't deserve you."

Sylvie shivers, curling up against one of her throw pillows. Seconds later, the blanket that’s draped across the back of her couch is spread over her, and Severide pats her shoulder. 

“Mind if I put on the parade?” 

“Mm, go’head.” 

The television is turned on and the volume goes from loud to soft as the Lieutenant puts on the Macy’s Day Thanksgiving Parade. She can hear Stella rummaging around the kitchen, no doubt trying to remember where everything is from when she stayed the couple of weeks with her when she and Severide had fought. 

“Damn, you look like shit man.” 

Sylvie pries her eyes open to see her boyfriend looking utterly confused and unwell. 

“Severide? What-“ 

“Stell and I thought you two could use some babysitting. Plus you need food or you’ll never get better.” 

Matt blinks but doesn’t say anything else, instead just sits on the couch and leans his head back. Sylvie scoots closer, ends up with her head in his lap and within minutes they’re both asleep.