#i have a drabble for panic p much ready

[redrosydiaz]

circling back to the 118dailydrabble for day 1 bc i missed that day and OHOHOH i am l o v i n g what ive got for this one i can't wait to post it

[darylsdelts]

Hi, how are you?? Would it be alright to request a drabble where Daryl and his partner keep trying to have some alone time between their jobs in the Commonwealth but keep getting interrupted by Judith, RJ and Dog? And when things get hot and heavy at night, one of the kids has a nightmare and wants to sleep in their bed?

Thank you and take care lovely <3

DarylxFem!Reader

warnings: p in v, poorly written smut.

this is something I think about a lot, tysm for the request!!

You’d settled into the commonwealth now. In the beginning, it was difficult, you had grown so accustomed to hilltop and being surrounded by people you already knew, and most of all, you were used to being with Daryl all the time. 

Things were different now, Daryl had some big important job that didn’t leave him much alone time, he was surrounded by dumbasses all the time and if you knew Daryl then you knew how much he struggled to push through the days sometimes.

You’re job wasn’t as big as Daryl’s but it was important to you because it helped you feel like part of the community. You worked in the ice cream truck and you loved it, it wasn’t a demanding job, it was simply just scooping ice cream and seeing the smiles on the kids faces when you handed it to them. Daryl had described it as ‘the perfect job for you’. He knew you were capable of so much more but he also knew that his girl deserved a break and he’d be damned if he took your little ice cream job away from you, there was no need to overexert yourself now you were here, so he was just glad you were enjoying yourself, even if he didn’t particularly have the best time at his own job.

You were the one to pick the kids up from school whilst Daryl was the one who ushered the two Grimes’ to get ready quickly in the mornings, since he had to get up early anyways. Daryl rarely got any days off and it was showing, he was becoming short with people, not being hurtful or rude but he was just exhausted and quite frankly just wanted to sleep as soon as he got home which left very little time for the two of you but you understood.

One morning, you woke up from Daryl planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Opening your eyes and staring at him, you were confused. He wasn’t in his gear or in his black attire, he was just wearing his worn black jeans and button down with his leather vest.

“Mornin’, darlin’” he swiped some hair off your face.

Your eyebrows furrow, “why aren’t you- why are you still here?”

Daryl scoffed with a smirk.

“Ouch…” he chuckles, “ain’t got work today, gotta day off to spend wit’ ya”

Instantly, a grin took over your face, reaching your arms out to your partner which he gladly took in his calloused hands and pulled you to sit upright.

“Want ya to get ready… gon’ be just me n you today, okay?”.

God, you love him so much!

“Okay…” you reply with a soft giggle.

Halfway through your shower, you feel a sudden surge of panic.

You rush out of the bathroom to find Daryl sat at the small table in the kitchen area.

“Daryl! Where are the kids?! It’s the weekend!”

Daryl looks up at you and nearly chokes on the water in his mouth when he sees you stood stark naked.

Then he stifles laughter.

“Christ girl… they’re with Carol. Ya really think id just lose em?” He raises his eyebrows and can’t help his eyes from darting between your chest and your face.

“Get back in the damn shower, been in there long enough anyways… hurry up”.

Ten minutes later, you’re dressed and ready to go… wherever Daryl plans on taking you.

Just as you leave the apartment complex, Daryl almost bumps straight into Carol, who was coming the opposite way with RJ in tow, looking teary-eyed.

“Daryl… I’m sorry, I know you had… plans, but RJ’s not feeling so hot and he just keeps asking for you”.

As RJ lets go of Carol’s hand and quickly latches on to Daryl’s, you can hear Daryl sigh.

“Nah… s’alrigh’… thanks Carol”, Daryl ruffles RJ’s hair and then turns back towards the apartment complex, walking in without another word.

Lord knows he’s pissed off, not at RJ, but just at the world but… what’s new?

Once inside, you tell Daryl to go sit down whilst you deal with RJ, tucking him in and giving him some medicine. After he’s all snuggled, you tell him to shout if he needs anything and then you shut the door, making your way to Daryl.

He’s sat in the same chair as earlier, he looks up at you as you stand beside him.

Cupping his face, you lean down to kiss his cheek, “its okay, we can still spend time together inside…”

Daryl forces a smile and nods, you’re always the positive one and he loves you for that but he wanted to do something nice with you today.

You spend the rest of the day taking care of RJ and playing a real old, shitty board game with Daryl (who doesn’t play by the rules) until Judith came home from being Carol’s care all day.

You and Daryl do your job as make shift parents, getting the kids to bed and then the two of you go to bed together. Daryl holds you protectively against his chest and you can sense he’s upset with how the day panned out. And, just to top it off, dog decided to bark at a bird through the window at one AM, causing the entire family to wake up. You offer to be the one to get up, close the damn curtains and get the kids settled again but Daryl being Daryl, is stubborn as hell.

“Shhh... Just go back to sleep, I got it”

You groan inwardly, knowing that your man will be grouchy the next morning.

And boy were you right.

Not being able to treat you to a nice day was pissing Daryl off to high heavens, but that mixed with three hours sleep after having to get two children back to sleep and a dog to stop barking, was a recipe for disaster.

Your man was running himself into the ground and you knew that if you didn’t do something soon, he’d get overwhelmed and most likely have some sort of mental break down. There’s only so much the great loverboy Daryl Dixon can take!

A few days later, you’d managed to work your magic. 

Daryl had the afternoon off and the kids both had sleepovers to attend.

And so did you and Daryl.

Daryl got off from work at two, bursting through the door and practically ripping his gear off. He was stressed.

As soon as he sees you, he walks over to you but just stands in front of you, no advances.

As you look over his face, you notice he looks about ready to cry, so you squeeze his biceps then rub his shoulders, reaching up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.

His strong hands wrap around your waist and pull you closer, deepening the kiss. He starts to guide you backwards until the back of your knees hit the mattress and your fall onto your back.

Daryl practically growls, he’s HUNGRY and it visible in his eyes.

He lifts you to the centre of the mattress, leaning over you and kissing at your neck, sucking and nibbling as you emit desperate whimpers, you’re both just as needy as each other.

Daryl wants to kiss every part of you but he’s already painfully hard in the confines of his trousers and he’s so fucking pent up he’s afraid that if he keeps up the foreplay, he won’t last much longer.

Standing on his knees, he undoes his pants, pulling them down swiftly, along with his boxers, his impressive length springing free, his tip producing a fat bead of precum.

“Bend over.” Is all he says.

You do as you’re told, of course, getting onto your hands and knees, arching your back and pushing your ass out for your man.

Grabbing the skirt of your dress, he pushes it up to your shoulder blades, making sure its out the way.

He spreads your soft ass cheeks with his calloused hands, running his thumb over the wet spot on your panties.

“Such a good, fucking girl fer me, aint ya?”

You whine as a reply and then he’s pulling your panties to the side, running his thumb through your wet slit then stopping to massage at your clit.

“Please…”, you whimper out.

His hand leaves your pussy, gripping at the base of his cock and guiding it to your folds, pushing in without another warning.

“Fu-uuck… so fucking tight y/n…”

Daryl holds your hips in a grip like a vice, pounding into you from behind whilst he grunts with each thrust. He leans down to kiss your back, his hands leaving your hips to slide up the front of your dress, squeeing your tits.

Daryl’s grunts turn into whimpers as he gets close, but then you both hear the front door open, followed my a chirp voice.

“Uncle Daryl, Aunt y/n…?” Judith’s steps can be heard coming towards the bedroom as she searches for the both of you.

“Ya gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me”, Daryl quickly pulls out, throwing a blanket over you and then roughly pulling up his pants.

“Aye, Jude just- just wait out there, kid!”

So she does, and when Daryl exits the room he’s met with a knowingly raised eyebrow.

“Don’t gimme that, ya ain’t s’posed to be ‘ere”

“I had a nightmare… I wanted to come home”

Daryl expression softens.

“Ya walked back here by yerself, in the dark?”

Judith nods, clearly a little shaken. “Can I sleep in your guys’ bed? Please?”

Daryl sighs but ultimately gives in, making sure you’re decent before leading Jude in.

Daryl was not happy that Judith had walked home by herself in the dark, not telling the adults she was with, but he was less happy about the fact he left you hanging.

But that would have to be solved another time, now Daryl had lost all horniness… almost being walked in on by your ‘kid’ does that to a man, specially when the plant themselves right in the middle of you and your girl.

Judith fell asleep pretty fast between the two of you.

You reached across the sleeping child to squeeze Daryl’s hand, whispering a meaningful “I love you”.

Sure, Daryl was a little down that he couldn’t love on his girl like he wanted to but boy was he lucky, and he was smart enough to see that. He was grateful for his little family, so he returned the gesture. 

“Love ya too, baby”

“Ssssshhh!”

You and Daryl scoffed at Judith’s demand, but followed suit, falling asleep eventually.

God this felt so rushed! Alsooooo I struggle so much with tense so I’m sorry about that lmfao.

[jermer10]

Could you please do an imagine for the mercs helping (reader) give birth in 2fort, with special focus on medic please 🥺

TF2 in the midst of chaos | medic x reader

afab reader | i cut this ask down to medic only, hope that's alright anon!

tw: graphic depiction of childbirth

drabbles under the cut :P

Medic was never one to shy away from chaotic situations. It was where he thrived, where he was most at home. Whether stitching up his teammates in the middle of battle or performing experimental surgeries, the pandemonium rarely unsettled him. But today, as the sounds of explosions echoed outside, there was no battle more pressing than the one happening here in the medbay. You lay on the gurney, hands gripping the sides as a wave of pain surged through your body. Another contraction. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on your breathing, but the pain was overwhelming. Sweat dripped down your face, mingling with tears as you struggled to maintain control.

“Ja, ja, breathe! You’re doing fantastically, mein Liebling,” Medic’s voice cut through the fog of pain. He stood beside you, his sharp blue eyes focused entirely on you, his hands moving swiftly and efficiently to check on your progress. His calm was a stark contrast to your panic, and it somehow helped you hold on, if only a little longer. “I-I didn’t think this would happen today!” you groaned, another contraction tightening your belly like a vice. The timing couldn’t have been worse. A full-on battle raged outside, and the last thing you expected was to go into labor in the middle of it. Yet here you were, gasping for breath as your baby decided that now was the time.

“Birth does not wait for ze battlefield!” Medic said with a slight grin, his voice holding a strange mix of humor and confidence. His hands, skilled from years of surgery, were gentle but firm as he examined you, ensuring everything was progressing smoothly. Despite the chaos outside, Medic's presence reassured you. His clinical expertise mixed with the tenderness of knowing he was about to be a father gave you a sense of security. You had no doubt that if anyone could handle this situation, it was him. Medic stepped to your side, wiping the sweat from your brow with a soft cloth before speaking again. “You are progressing well, meine Liebe. The baby vill be here soon. You are almost at ze finish line.”

You gripped his hand, squeezing it tightly as another contraction hit. Your body trembled, and you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes. “It hurts… so much.” you groaned. “I know it does,” Medic murmured, his tone unusually gentle. “But you are strong, und you are almost there. I’ve done far more complicated procedures, but this… this is a miracle, ja?” You couldn’t help but let out a small, breathless laugh through the pain. Even in the midst of labor, Medic’s eccentric nature shone through. He placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently as he locked eyes with you, his expression serious but full of support. “Now, listen to me. When the next contraction hits, I need you to push with everything you have, understand?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. Your breaths were shallow, and the pain was like nothing you’d ever felt before, but Medic’s words gave you the strength to keep going. You trusted him completely. Another contraction hit, stronger than the last. You cried out, the pain overwhelming, but Medic’s voice was there, steady and commanding. “Jetzt! Push!” You bore down with all your strength, gripping the sides of the gurney until your knuckles turned white. The pressure was intense, and your body trembled with the effort, but you kept going, pushing through the pain.

“That’s it, that’s it! You’re doing it, mein Schatz,” Medic encouraged, his voice calm yet filled with a strange, quiet pride. He moved quickly, his hands ready to guide your baby into the world. The contractions came faster now, your body giving everything it had. Each push felt like a battle of its own, but Medic’s voice was there, a beacon of stability in the storm. You focused on his words, the soft encouragements he gave, and the comfort of his hand on your shoulder. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Medic’s voice rose with excitement. “I can see ze head! Just one more push!”

Summoning the last of your strength, you pushed with everything you had, tears streaming down your face as you let out a final, guttural cry. And then, suddenly, the pressure eased. There was a brief, heart-stopping moment of silence, and then, the sound of your baby’s first cry filled the room. Medic’s face broke into a rare, genuine smile as he lifted the newborn into his hands. “Wunderbar! You did it!” Your body sagged in relief, exhausted but overcome with emotion as you watched Medic carefully clean and swaddle the baby. He turned to you, his smile still in place as he gently placed the tiny bundle in your arms.

“Meet our little one,” he said softly, his voice filled with fatherly pride. Tears filled your eyes as you looked down at your baby, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions—relief, joy, exhaustion, love. The pain of labor was already a distant memory as you cradled your child close to your chest. Medic stood back, watching the two of you with softness. The chaos of the battlefield outside had faded away, and for this brief moment, it was just the three of you—safe, warm, and together. “You did wunderbar, mein Schatz,” Medic said quietly, his voice filled with a rare, genuine warmth. “Now rest. I vill take care of everything else.” And with that, you allowed yourself to finally relax, knowing that, in this moment, you were safe—and your baby was in the best possible hands.

[hertzwritings]

Play pretend

A/N: Exam season is ON, my loves, and despite my love for writing and my WIPS, I need to focus on those darn exams. So, instead, you’re getting a week of one-shots, because I need my creative outlet.

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader (Best friends to lovers)

Contains: Fluff, slight angst, please-pretend-to-be-my-boyfriend-to-make-my-ex-jealous-trope, smut (18+ MINORS DNI), fingering, p in v, oral (f and m recieving), unprotected sex, slight cum-play, cream-pie, praise-kink, slight voyerism, slight exhibitionism, language 

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Play pretend

Fuck. Fucking fuck, fuck, fuck. You pace your room, trying to decide if you should just call and tell Abby you’d gotten sick, maybe fell and broke your leg, or if you should admit defeat and show up – there was nothing you’d want less than show up, single and still seething over your breakup, at a party where your damn ex was. Apparently, it had been a last-minute decision on his part, and Abby had been really sorry about it – she had invited him to her end-of-summer bash months ago, when you were still dating, and now he wanted to come.

With his new girlfriend. Who just so happened to be the same girl, he had cheated on you with. Classic.

You sighed and sat down on your bed, calling Henry; he usually made you feel eons better, so perhaps he had some sort of gold nugget for you and your current spiral of feelings. He picks up after three rings, his voice making you feel calm instantly.

“Hey, love. What’s up?” “Can you kill me? Just… Like for a day?” “Err… I think that might prove to be slightly problematic. Death is, as you probably know, pretty final.” You grunt and fall backwards on your bed. “Zach is coming to the damn party.” “Ouch.” You hummed. “Ouch indeed. He’s bringing his new fling. Girlfriend, whatever.” “Double ouch.” You narrowed your eyes and heard the sounds in the background. “Hang on, are you gaming through my panic?” He chuckled. “No, not at all. I would never.” The sounds stilled. “You just paused.” “I did not.” You laughed. “Fine, you left the lobby, then.” He was quiet for a heartbeat and then spoke again. “Maybe. Anyway, what are you going to do?” You sighed. “I don’t know. Break a leg to have an excuse to not show up?” “Abby’ll kill you. She’s been planning this for months, love.” “Yeah, yeah, I know… I just… Ugh.” You rolled to your stomach. “I just don’t want to show up single as a pringle.” “I never understood that term. Pringles are by definition not single. They’re literally spooning in the can.” “Okay, well, you know what I mean, you jerk.” You laughed. “I just want to feel… I don’t know. I’m over him, it isn’t that, but…” “You want to get the upper hand, right?” You nodded and remembered he couldn’t see you. “Yeah.” “Hm.” He was quiet for a while, clearly thinking over your options. “Do you still have that dress from the red carpet last year?” “Y-yeah, but that’s like… Too much.” “Not with me, it isn’t’.” You coughed and shot straight up. “What?” “Can you be ready in an hour?” You glanced at the clock and your reflection in the mirror – it might take some work, but you could get yourself ready in an hour or less. “I guess so.” “Good. I’m coming with you. Let’s make him jealous as hell.” “Wait, Henry, I can’t ask you…” “You’re not asking, I’m offering. Honestly, do you remember how jealous he got when you went with me to the premiere? And how much he hated the rumors after?” You did. It tore a right rift through your relationship, but you refused to budge – you had helped Henry and you wanted to go, even though Zach was losing his mind all night, texting you seven times a minute. “Yes…” “Good. Let’s make those fears real.” Your stomach flipflopped. “Huh?” “I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend for the night. Come on, it’s been forever since we’ve done something stupid, and I have several suits that would lend themselves perfectly for a gala.” You drew a deep breath. He wasn’t wrong. You knew Abby would be over the moon to see Henry again, you’d have a date for the night, and you’d be sipping champagne with Henry for a night. “Fine.” “I’ll be there in an hour.”

You sprang into action as soon as he hung up, shuffling through your closet to find the red silk dress that you had worn to the premiere; it still fit you perfectly and you even had the black pumps you wore the same night. Now, to your face.

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“Are you sure you’re cool with this? We can still turn around.” You said as the car pulled around a corner, leading to the mansion, Abby had rented for the day and night. “Oh, we’re not turning around. I hate that guy, if I get a chance to make him mad, I’ll take it.” “You don’t hate people, Henry.” You grinned and felt his fingers weave between yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “I don’t. But he’s not people, he’s an arse.” Your brows flew up. “What? It’s true! I even told you when you started dating!” he said with a huff. “Yeah, yeah, don’t give me the whole I told you so speech. You have dated idiots too.” “Let’s agree that we both suck at finding partners.” He said with a smirk and a wink.

The driver cleared his throat. “Sir, we’re here.” “Ah, thank you, Samuel. Ready? We gotta play the part.” He nudges you with his broad shoulder. “Sure thing. Let’s get this show on the road.”

As soon as you step outside, you’re hit with warm air and the gentle flow of music and light chatter. Henry wraps his arm around your waist and he’s practically lifting you to the garden, where lights shower the grass, people and cream-colored tablecloths in a golden hue. You spot Abby first, and she squeals when she sees you, and then squeals louder when she sees Henry. “Holy shit, you’re here!?” She pulls him in for a hug and sends you wide eyes. He chuckles. “Couldn’t leave my best girl to fend for herself. “Ooooh. Because of Zach?” “Yup. Let’s keep that between yourselves, please. We have a part to play.” You say with a grin and become vaguely aware of the chatter and eyes of people, looking to you and Henry. You didn’t realize until too late, that many probably would take pictures. With him and you in them. Which will definitely end up on a gossip site by morning. “Don’t worry about it, love.” He whispers, his lips catching the shell of your ear. You tremble a little. “Sure?” he nods. “Let’s go find asshat and his girl.” You notice the small gasps as people around you realize who’s next to you but pay them no mind – it wouldn’t be the first time you feel and hear the whispers and eyes on you. Occupational hazard, you supposed.

The trek through the garden and several pavilions was long, but you did manage to say hi to a few other friends, you hadn’t seen in a while; Grim was wearing the most dapper suit, you had ever seen, a midnight blue color littered with small, golden swirls and patterns; it looked amazing on him. “Dude. Look at you!” He twirled once, his purple hair flying out from his face. “Don’t even start with me. Look at you!” He pointed to the dress. “How the hell did you get yourself that?” You laughed. “Curtesy of the ever-amazing Henry, of course.” His eyes flicked up to meet Henry’s eyes and nodded once, said hey, man, before he gulped and looked back. “Shit. You’re Geralt.” “And Superman, but I rarely brag.” He held a hand out to Grim, who shook it with trembling hands. “I… Am a huge fan.” He whispered. “What the hell are you doing here with Y/N?” Right. Grim didn’t really know about your friendship. “Oh, she didn’t tell you?” Henry cocked an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged in a didn’t get a chance to kind of way. He wrapped his arm around your waist again and kissed the top of your head. “We’re, er, well…” “Henry’s my boyfriend.” You blurted out and you wished you had a camera to capture Grim’s expression – it was priceless. “Holy… Fucking… Shit.” He breathed. “Oh, dude, when Zach sees this, he’s going to blow a few fuses.” You just laughed and followed Henry, when he led you on, waving at Grim, who instantly turned to his friend and began whispering in hushed, frantic tones.

You spotted him from miles away. He was wearing a gaudy powder blue suit, that didn’t fit right over his shoulders, and you couldn’t help but grin at Henry – he looked like a damn model, the grey suit fitting perfectly over his broad shoulders and he held himself in a way, that few men could boast to do. Zach’s eyes fell on you, widening as he took your appearance in, before narrowing at the man next to you. You grabbed a champagne flute from a passing waiter and tipped the glass to him. He stalked to you as you drank, while Henry bent down to whisper in your ear. “I hope you can act your pretty, little butt off.” You choked on your champagne.

“Y/N. Didn’t think to see you here.” Zach smiled tightly at you, his fingers digging into the side of his girlfriend’s hips – she was staring unabashedly at Henry. “It is my friend’s party, so…” You smiled sweetly. “Henry.” Zach pretty much spat the name out like it caused him great pain to say. “Zachariah.” Henry looked disinterested and tightened his grip on your waist, thumb drawing lazy circles over your dress. “Fancy meeting you here.” “Well, I wouldn’t let my girl come alone, would I?” He smiled at Zach, who seemed to shrink a little under Henry’s eyes. “This is Sophia.” He nodded to the girl, who batted her eyelids at Henry in what you assumed she thought was a coquettish way. It wasn’t. “Hello. I must say, I’m a huge fan of yours.” She extended her hand to Henry, who just looked at it with a raised brow. “Must say, I’m not a huge fan of yours.” He smiled. You snickered into his chest. “Henry.” “What?” he sounded amused. “I’m just being honest, my love.” He kissed your hair again. “So… You two are a thing now?” Zach asked, sneering. “Yeah. God, it was what, two weeks after we split up, right, babe?” You ask him innocently. “Yeah. Officially.” He grinned back at you. You could almost feel Zach’s anger radiating off his body, and Sophia shifted uncomfortably on her feet. “You cheated?” He asked tensely. You cocked your head to the side and narrowed your eyes at him. “I don’t think you’re one to talk about cheating, are you?” You looked at Sophia, who at least had the damn curtesy to look slightly shameful. “Anyway, it’s been nice seeing you. Bye, Zach, Sophie.” You ignored her trying to correct you and walked away with Henry.

You were both laughing loudly as you waited for the car to come and pick you up, having seen Zach glare daggers at you both throughout the night – it had honestly been fun as hell, and you were thankful that Henry came with you. Abby had just shot you a knowing look – not that you were privy to what that was about – when you bid your goodbyes and walked to the end of the garden, sitting down in damp grass.

“God, did you see his face? I’m sure he’ll be seething into the next century.” Henry laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You nodded and snorted. “The man still think he had a claim, I guess. Not anymore.” You grinned back at Henry. “You know what we should do?” He asked, pulling you closer and grabbed your clutch, pulling your phone out. “We should take a picture of us. Kissing. Just to really get him going.” “I, uh…. What?” You asked, a lump in your throat. “Oh, come on! It’ll be great, he’ll finally get it. He definitely hasn’t by now, it would seem.” He glanced at your phone, where several texts from Zach lit up. You managed to read baby a few times. “Ugh.” You rolled your eyes. “You know what, fine.” He grinned and held out your phone in front of him. “Has anyone ever told you that you have weirdly long arms?” You asked, scooting closer to him and wrapping your arm around his waist. Your dress is getting wet from the grass, and the slight chill of it makes goosebumps rise on your bare thighs. “No, but I have been told they’re way too big to be normal.” He said with a grin. “Come on, plant one on me.” You turn and kiss his cheek. “Aw, come on. We have to do that again.” He said exasperated. “What’s wrong with it?” You asked, dumbfounded. “On the cheek? What am I, your grandfather?” He scoffs. “Come on, give me a real kiss. Promise, I won’t make it weird.”

No, he might not, but you just might. Kissing him, here, in the darkness without anyone around, made your heartrate spike and despite being just fine with being friends with him for so long, your suppressed feelings slowly inch themselves closer to the surface at the very thought of kissing him. “Seriously, he won’t believe that.” He finds the picture and you have to agree; it looks to friendly and jovial to be anything more. “Alright, fine, but just…” You gesture wildly with your hands. “I got you.” He angles the phone a little and holds it out, looking at your reflections in the camera with furrowed brows. “Is this a good angle? I don’t want chubby cheeks.” “Like you’d ever get chubby cheeks. You’re chiseled by gods.” You murmur. “Heard that.” He grinned. “Come on, let’s just… We’ll count down.” He looks at you and you exhale deeply. “One… Two… Three.” On three, his lips found yours and you were a goner.

His lips were demanding but soft, gliding with ease across yours. Maybe it was the years of friendship, maybe he just had a special affinity with kissing, but he just knew how you liked it. His lips were perfect against yours, and you sighed into the kiss; he didn’t waste a golden opportunity, and slid his tongue inside of your mouth, letting your tongues tangle with each other. It was definitely longer than what was needed for a picture, but you really didn’t care. Your hands found the nape of his neck and pulled him closer, urgency coloring the kiss. He pulled away with a groan, his chest heaving, and the phone long forgotten in his hand. His eyes were on yours.

“You… That…” He breathed deeply. “That was insane. You felt that, right?” You didn’t have the capacity to talk right now, so you just nodded. “But just in case… We should try again, just to make sure that was insane, really.” “For science, of course.” You said in a voice, that was way breathier than you were used to. “Yeah, science.” He said quickly, slotting his lips over yours again and practically devoured you. You whined against his lips, the lust and desperation definitely leaking from you, but he just groaned, his teeth finding your lip and tugging it gently. His tongue was downright sinful against yours. He pulled away, but rested his forehead against yours, finding your eyes. You were both breathing heavily now, your hands tangled in his hair.

Something snapped inside of the both of you at the same time, and you scrambled to get on his lap, straddling him and pressed your lips against his again. He groaned against you, and you – to your joy – felt something twitch against your thigh. “You’re hard.” You mumbled against his lips, letting your own travel from his to his jawline. “Damn right, it’s fucking hard. Shit, Y/N…” His fingers were holding your waist with bruising force, but you needed more. You rolled your hips again. “I bet you’re wet as hell for me, aren’t you, love? So fucking wet, even without me touching you…” He gasped as you sucked on his neck. You hummed as his grip tightened. “Fuck this, come on.” He stood, lifting you off his lap with ease and grabbed your hand, almost running to a small pavilion on the far end of the garden, leading away from people. You struggled to keep up, your heels digging into the soft grass, and you huffed, stopped and pulled them off. The cold, wet grass felt somewhat calming on you as it hit the soles of your feet. “Come on.” He pulled you under the softly lit pavilion, his lips on yours in an instant again. His hands were desperately bunching your dress up over your hips, and you mewled, when the tip of his finger hit your soaking underwear. He grinned deviously against your lips. “All that already? Darling, I’d think you’ve wanted me for far longer than just…” You shut him up with a kiss. “Shut up and fuck me.” He complied easily, tugging his jacket off and throwing it behind him, before he began unbuttoning his pants, lips still dancing on yours. You were busy trying to get your underwear off without breaking the kiss, but he didn’t care – he pulled away and got on his damn knees, his teeth dragging against your bare skin, until he found the waistband and tugged it down with his teeth, sending you a sinful glance. You grabbed the railing behind you with tense fingers; you had never seen a more erotic sight than Henry on his knees, dragging your soaked underwear down your legs with his fucking teeth. He hummed as your naked folds came to view and he cocked an eyebrow as a question to you. You didn’t answer with words but jumped a little and rested your ass on the – thankfully thick – railing, spreading your legs for him. “Fucking hell, love, look at you…” His mouth slotted over your dripping folds, and you were already seeing stars. His tongue was deviously good at what it did, and when he sucked on your clit, you almost lost your balance. “Henry…” You whined his name, desperate for the release that was building as a tight ache in your entire body. He hummed against you, his hands snaking up to hold your thighs in place, and by proxy, you, before he began relentlessly eating you out. “Come on, darling, don’t hold those pretty, little noises back for me…” he mumbled against your dripping pussy, and the feeling of his stubble scratching against your thighs became your undoing, when it paired with his tongue and lips.

You came with a loud scream of pleasure, the orgasm washing over you – your nipples pebbled, and you grasped his hair, pulling him closer to your core as you rode your orgasm out on his face. He grinned against you, and you moaned loudly. “Good girl… Fuck, you taste fucking amazing, love.” He kissed his way to your face, and you tasted yourself on his tongue. You jumped down and got on your knees in front of him, deftly undoing his pants fully and pushed them down to his ankles.

“Shit…” he groaned when you wrapped your hand around his – honestly, damn beautiful length – and gave it a soft stroke, your eyes locking on his. “Y/N, you… Shit…” he lost his train of thought when you wrapped your lips around the tip, licking a stripe along the slit and collecting the precum on your tongue. You moaned at the taste and rolled your eyes back; fuck, you could get used to this.

You slowly inched down on him, taking as much as you could before you gagged, and he hit the back of your throat. His hands found a home in your hair, grabbing it tightly. “Good girl… Look at you, being so good for me on your knees. You can take more, baby…” he grinned deviously and pushed your head slowly, but surely, down to make you take even more of him. Tears welled in your eyes, and you gagged around him, while spit pooled from your open mouth; it was so fucking hot, your legs trembled. The sounds he made, gave you serious whiplash, trying to keep out and savor every single one. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long… Playing pretend… Shit, Y/N…” He groaned as you swallowed even more of him, your head bopping up and down on his length, depraved sounds filling the air. “was so fucking easy, because I’ve wanted you for so long…” You moved your head with his guidance, swallowing as much you could of him – he was rolling his hips, meeting your face as he thrust against you – you felt him twitch and you sped up. “Shit, fuck, stop… baby, stop, I don’t want to… Y/N…” He moaned, and with willpower you could never possess, he withdrew from your warm mouth, a string of spit connecting you. “Fuck, you are amazing.” He said in awe. You grinned at him, and he grabbed your shoulder, pulling you to your feet. His eyes were wild and dark, and you wanted to be fucking ruined by him, right here, right now. He sat down on a bench next to him, pulling you to his lap; your dress bunched even higher on your hips now, his fingers tightly holding you, and his lips split into a devilish smile. “Let me film us, love… He needs to see what he’s missing out on.” He kissed your neck, drawing small whimpers from you and you rolled your hips, your folds spreading against his hard length. He growled and moved your hips, letting you glide against him in a faster motion. “Let him see what he’s missing, and never getting back, baby…” “Henry…” “You’re mine, darling… Mine…” His lips found yours in a heated kiss and you moaned against his lips. “Yes, fucking… Do whatever you want, just… Fill me, please…” you whined with shaking legs. He grinned and pulled your phone out, placing it in the slots between the boards of the bench, starting a video. “Hey, asshole…” he mumbled, his fingers finding your dripping hole. You whimpered when he began moving them, curling up to hit every single spot, you needed him to. “You’re so wet for me, love… Can’t wait to be inside of you… Fuck…” He rolled his hips as he fucked you with his fingers, his hard cock pressing against your clit. You moaned his name. “Feeling you cum on my cock, filling you up…” “Just fuck me, Henry!” you snarled, desperate for him to fill you with his cock. He chuckled darkly.

  “As you wish, baby.” You whined when his fingers left you, but moments later, your head lolled back and he had you hold you up with his large hands on your back, as he entered you swiftly – he was big, stretching you deliciously. He groaned as you clenched down on him, and his resolve broke in the second, your fingers tugged his hair.

He growled and his head found the crook of your neck, his breath fanning over your collarbone and he began fucking up into you; you were meeting his thrusts, the wet sounds of you filling the warm night air. You were pulsing around him, his cock dragging against your walls and his head hitting your g-spot over and over. “Your pussy is dripping for me, love… You’re taking me so well, look at you…” He grinned against your skin. “My cock splitting you completely, my good girl taking me so well…” His praise made you moan even louder, and you bit your lip to hold it back. “Don’t hold back, baby, let everyone know… Fuck… How well you’re being fucked…” He growled and angled his hips a little more, hitting you deeper than you thought possible. “Let everyone hear those pretty, little sounds you make for me…” You moaned loudly. “I don’t care… Oh, god… Who hears you, baby, I need everyone to know who you belong to…” Your orgasm hit you out of nowhere, his voice toppling you over the edge; you came hard around him, your pussy clenching down on his hard length, and he sped up, letting you feel every inch of him as you came undone around him. He fucked you with reckless abandon, trying to reach his own high. “Tell me. Tell me who you belong to, baby…” He moved his head from your neck and looked at you, his hand wrapping around your throat as he fucked you deeply. “H-henry… Fuck, I belong… T-to you…” Your voice was broken now, and he groaned as your walls fluttered again. “You want to cum again, love? Soak my cock, huh?” He hissed. “Cum with me, love, fuck…” you let go when he tightened his grip on your neck tightened and he threw any caution to the wind, fucking you as hard as he could, his own orgasm hitting seconds after yours.

He filled you with hot ropes of cum, warming you inside out, and you both moaned loudly, gripping each other as tightly as you could, as you came down from your highs. He peppered kisses along your neck and rubbed soothing circles on bare thighs. You kissed him lazily and he smiled against your lips, his fingers fumbling for the phone. You watched him turn the video off.

“I’m not sharing that with anyone.” He mumbled. “That belongs to me and you, love.” You chuckled and kissed him again, slowly getting off him. He hissed and you moaned as he slipped out from you. “Don’t even bother with your underwear.” He said happily, as he closed his pants and kissed your neck. “Why?” you asked, following his fingers as he grabbed your panties and pocketed them. He wrapped his arm around you and as you walked down to the waiting car (when did it even come?) you felt his spend slowly coat your thighs. It made you whine a little. “Oh, darling…” He opened the door for you and kissed you before flashing you a deadly smile. “Don’t think for one second, I’m done with you.” He got in himself, and his large hand came to rest on your thigh, his long fingers drawing circles in his own spend on your thighs. “Samuel, can you take us to my house, please?”

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[simpfornatasharomanoff]

My Knight In Shining Armor

A/N: This is getting posted while I’m on a flight home, but here’s a little drabble I wrote before falling asleep last night :) This hasn’t been edited/looked over, so I apologize for any mistakes!

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Warnings: Violence, panic attack (let me know if I need to add any!!!)

Word Count: 805

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader 

Summary: You have a nightmare and Natasha is there to comfort you. (A few lines are from this prompt list!) 

You grit your teeth when another needle is stabbed into your neck. You groan as you feel the liquid from the syringe flow into the vein in your neck. You thrash around, trying to free yourself of the metal restraints around your wrists, ankles, and forehead, but it’s no use.

“You know there’s no point in fighting it, Y/N.”

A man steps into view and you glare at him. He’s the one running all the tests. You’ve never caught his name before, but you know he’s the one turning you into what they want to be a loyal killing machine.

“Fuck you!” You say through gritted teeth as a needle is stabbed into a vein on your arm.

“Oh Y/N, are you in pain,” The man says condescendingly adding a fake pout. “Don’t worry, soon enough all the pain will be over, matter of fact, you won’t feel anything. You won’t have feelings and you’re pain tolerance will be a lot higher, so yeah you won’t really feel much.”

“Once I’m out of these restraints, you’re fucking dead!” You shout. “You hear me? You’re a dead man!”

The man laughs sarcastically. “Let’s get another injection going!”

Almost immediately another needle is stabbed into another vein in your arm and you cry out as the serum enters your vein.

“Let’s open the restraints,” The man instructs.

All of your restraints are undone and you sit up. You stand up and look at the man, ready to get your payback for everything he’s done to you. But he whistles and all the scientists leave and three men walk in.

“Make sure you don’t beat them to death, remember we’re just trying to test how fast the healing process is.” The boss instructs the men. The boss looks over at you. “Good luck,” The man smiles evilly before leaving the room.

You look between the three men in front of you. Before you get a chance to even think, a fist collides with your face. You stumble backward and manage to keep your footing. You reach and grab one of the medical trays that were holding the syringes and you throw it at the men. One of them easily knocks the tray aside.

One of the men grabs your arms and holds them behind your back. “Let’s get to work boys,” He says.

Pain, that’s all you feel coursing through your body as these men hit you over and over and over. You can’t even think as they hit you.

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You awake with a scream. You’re scared, terrified. You thought you killed the man, but he’s back, he’s next to you right now, giving you that evil smile.

“Stop, please,” You beg, looking at the man. “I’ll cooperate, just please don’t hurt me anymore.” Your breaths come heavy and you’re finding it hard to breathe.

A hand is placed on your shoulder and you gasp before immediately backing away. You slam against the headboard of your bed and hold your hands out in front of you.

“P…Please, I’m sorry!” You cry out. “I’m sorry!”

“Y/N, you’re okay, I’m here, you’re okay!” Two hands on your cheeks bring you to reality.

You gasp and pull back, the hands falling from your cheeks. You look around, your breaths coming heavier as you look for the man, but you don’t see him.

“Look at me. Look at me. You’re all right.” Your eyes meet emerald green ones.

“Nat?” You say in between struggled breaths.

“Breathe with me, okay? Focus on your breathing, do you hear me? Hey, hey, breathe.”

“I…I can’t,” You panic.

Natasha grabs your hand and places it over her chest. You feel her steady heartbeat beneath your hand.

It takes you a few moments, but you’re able to steady your breathing. You drop your hand from Natasha’s chest and take a deep breath.

“I heard you scream…” Natasha trails off. “I came here immediately.”

“He…he was here.” You break eye contact with Natasha and look around your room. “And he-”

Natasha grabs your face in her hands and gently moves your head so you look at her. “It wasn’t real, I promise. He isn’t here.”

You nod and stare into Natasha’s emerald green eyes. “I’m fine. You don’t have to stay.”

“I know you, so stop acting like you’re okay. I’ll stay here until you feel safer, alright?” Natasha settles into bed with you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. She pulls you closer to her and you rest your head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry if I woke you,” You say.

“It’s alright, I was already awake.” Natasha places a kiss on the top of your head. “They can’t get you, alright? I’ll protect you.”

“My knight in shining armor,” You say with a smile. “I love you, Nat.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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[xxdragonwriterxx]

🔥Where Is Your Rider?🔥

A/N: HEY EVERYONE!!! So, I just wanted to thank you guys for the massive amount of support you guys have given me recently, I just managed to reach a pretty significant follower count!!! I don’t want to specify the number because I don’t want to make this into a competition, but I’m so happy and grateful for all of you guys and the love and support you have shown me! As promised, I plan to celebrate with a face reveal! I’ll specify when I’m going to do it (as I don’t know when I won’t be busy, lol) but it will happen soon! For now, enjoy this super angsty short one-shot I have written for you guys! This was supposed to be a really short drabble but because I have no self control whatsoever, this ended up being nearly 3,000 words instead of the 500 I planned for it. Also, this was inspired by the two songs, “Where is Your Rider?” and “Pale White Horse” by the Oh Hellos! I hope you enjoy, and again, thank you guys so much!!! ❤️❤️❤️

🐉 Song Recommendation: “Pale White Horse” By: The Oh Hellos 🐉

Word Count: ~2.8k

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Levi braced his hands on his knees, panting so hard his throat burned with dry fire. That had been close. Too close. To say that the expedition had been a nightmare would’ve been an understatement. It had been an absolute disaster. What was supposed to be a simple mission to retrieve some supplies from an abandoned battle station outside the walls had turned into chaos quicker than anyone could’ve ever anticipated as abnormals had surrounded them on all sides. Levi had tried his best to protect as many of his soldiers as he could, but even Humanity’s Strongest Soldier had been overwhelmed by the vast number of titans. Erwin had called for the retreat only minutes into the expedition, and yet they had still lost more men on this mission alone than they had during the past six months.

Levi closed his eyes, willing the tears back against the images of his fallen comrades, their broken bodies and screams of his name as they were devoured right in front of him. He had to stay strong, just for a little while longer. As soon as he got back within the walls and was able to retreat to his office, he would be allowed to break, to let loose the torrent of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. But for now, he had to be the pillar of strength that his remaining soldiers could look up to for hope and reassurance.

He sighed deeply, forcing down the bile that rose in the back of his throat, and raised his head, his eyes still closed as he prepared what he was going to say to his squad. When he finally felt ready enough to face them, he turned with his head held up high to the pitiful number of soldiers left on the field. He opened his mouth to talk when all of a sudden, he noticed something.

Her squad wasn’t back yet.

Levi’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly, his mouth hung open as the words of his quickly prepared speech were immediately thrown out the window, his mind clouded with worry.

“Where’s Captain (Y/N)? And her squad?” Levi asked, prompting the men around him to stop what they were doing and look to their raven-haired superior. It was obvious that Captain (Y/N) and Captain Levi were together, that much was apparent from Levi’s subtle favoritism and soothed demeanor when she was around, but their relationship was often overlooked due to the professional manner in which they regarded each other when working during the day. Nobody was privy to what occurred behind closed doors - the clingy, loving nature that Levi adopted around (Y/N) when they were alone.

Levi felt a cold tremor trickle down his spine when nobody answered, some of their faces paling as they suddenly remembered their Captain’s relationship, panic laced in their eyes when they realized that nobody could answer Levi’s question. “Did anybody see where they went? Or could make a guess on which direction they could’ve gone?”

Levi tried to keep his voice steady when silence once again answered him, only the soft murmuring of the cadets asking each other for information filling the space. His breathing quickened and shallowed, making him feel light-headed, but he shook the feeling away. He needed to stay focused if he was going to find her. She was going to be alright, she had to be. He wouldn’t accept any other option.

“Alright then, everybody stay here. Commander Erwin should be arriving with the rest of you in a moment. When he gets here, someone tell him that I’ve gone to look for them.”

He whirled on his heel when he was met with murmurs of acceptance, aiming for his horse until a quick flash of movement caught the corner of his eye. He stopped dead in his tracks when he realized it was the movement of a horse racing for them, its hooves striking the ground with every beat as it galloped for them in a panic. Cold dread washed over Levi as the horse got closer, immediately recognizing the silvery white coat of (Y/N)’s stunning mare.

Levi was frozen in fear for the first time in his life as the horse came barreling towards him; riderless. He managed to snap out of it and quickly moved to intercept the horse, using his hands to jolt the frantic horse to a stop. Levi cooed at the mare, murmuring soft words of comfort as he approached her as slowly and non-threateningly as possible. When she had finally calmed down enough for him to touch her, Levi carefully curled his fingers around her reins and stood back to get a good look at the animal.

Her nostrils were flaring with every harsh breath she took, panting with both fear and exertion. Her eyes were wide enough to flash the whites around her irises at him, her gaze darting all around them as if expecting something to jump out at her. Levi felt his stomach clench hard enough to rip a whimper from him when he saw that her once gleaming silver coat was now soaked in sweat, mud, and fresh blood. Levi took a shuddering breath, his eyes closing.

“Danika, where is your rider?”

The mare’s only response was to jerk her head in panic, her ears pinned as she tried to rip herself from his iron grip. Levi bared his teeth, a few stray tears sliding down his cheeks. “WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR RIDER!?”

He knew shouting would only make things worse, but he couldn’t help himself, his fury and paralyzing fear driving him to the edge of insanity. Where was she? She had to be here, he wouldn’t accept this, couldn’t accept this. She was alive and well and perfectly fine, her horse was just acting crazy. It had to be some kind of trick, some kind of illusion meant as a punishment for the lives of the men he had lost.

He rubbed his eyes but to his horror, the image of blood soaking Danika’s fur didn’t disappear. He wanted to believe that it was Danika’s blood, that the poor animal had just been clawed up in battle, but he knew it wasn’t hers. She had no external wounds to speak of and the blood was pooled on top of her saddle and splashed along her flank rather than gouged from her flesh.

More tears started to stream down his face, the air in his throat hitching with every shaky breath he took. It wasn’t possible. No. She was alive. (Y/N) was alive. The love of his life was alive. Levi hung his head, his hair falling to curtain his expression as he choked on another sob. “Danika, please. Please. Where is your rider? Where is (Y/N)? She was with you, right? She has to be around here somewhere…”

He knew he must look deranged, talking to a horse and muttering to himself, but he didn’t care. All he cared about, in that moment, was finding out where the fuck his lover was. Another sob ripped through his body, his eyes squeezing shut even harder as more tears fell from behind his lids. He didn’t want to accept it, he couldn’t accept it, so why was his heart shattering as if he already had?

The sudden touch of a warm muzzle brushing against his face made him flinch and look up, only to be met with the sight of (Y/N)’s silver mare, watching him with a deeply sorrowful expression that mirrored his own, as if she too was grieving the loss of her rider. Levi wanted to scream, wanted to chase the mare into the woods, wanted to slash titans until his body gave out, but he knew he couldn’t do any of those things. It wasn’t the horse’s fault, no matter how much he wanted someone to blame.

“Please,” he whispered, his fingers coming up to curl against Danika’s soft muzzle. “Please tell me she’s alive. Tell me she made it back with you, you just got scared and left her behind. Tell me that she’s going to be okay. I-I can’t live without her, please.”

He was begging now but he didn’t notice. He just wanted some damn reassurance, some comfort, some support - all of the things that (Y/N) usually provided for him when he felt helpless. But (Y/N) wasn’t with him and he was floundering. His eyes were glossy with tears as he looked deep into the mare’s eyes, begging with both his voice and his gaze for the horse to give him something, anything to work with.

“Levi,” the deep voice right beside him made him jump, too lost in his hysteria to notice that Erwin had slipped up next to him, his face dark and grim. Levi’s eyes were frantic as they searched Erwin’s gaze. He knew the Commander had seen (Y/N) last, her squad had been flanking his during their initial departure. Erwin swallowed. Hard.

“Levi, I’m so sorry but…” The Commander dug around in his pocket until he found what he was looking for and pulled out a small piece of fabric with (Y/N)’s name written on the back. It was (Y/N)’s wings of freedom patch. Levi carefully took the patch in both of his palms, tears flooding his cheeks as his whole body started to shake.

“S-She saved her squad, Levi. They were being chased by a hoard of abnormal titans and she darted off to act as bait. Her p-plan was solid, but there were just too many of them and they overpowered her,” Erwin said, his jaw clenching when he stuttered a few times, fighting back his own tears. He lifted a hand and rested it gently on his friend’s shoulder, squeezing once. “Levi, s-she’s gone.”

Levi immediately shook his head violently in response, refusing to believe it. She wasn’t dead, she couldn’t be. She had promised him that she would stay alive, that she would never leave him alone, especially after all he had lost. She promised. Erwin walked forward, hands outstretched to keep Levi from doing something rash, but he wasn’t fast enough as the raven crashed to the ground, collapsing under the weight of his grief.

A loud, miserable howl tore from his throat and filled the valley, making the soldiers around him flinch as they silently mourned, a few of them even beginning to shed tears as they watched their normally stoic, steadfast Captain break for the first time since they’d met him. Levi ignored everyone as he sobbed out for the world to hear, his head buried in his hands and his body shaking violently with the force of his sorrow.

He didn’t want to accept it, didn’t want to acknowledge what everyone was telling him was fact. He didn’t want to think about anything but getting her back in his arms as soon as possible. It was all he wanted, to feel her warmth pressed lovingly against him, to hear her murmur gentle words filled with more love than he’d ever expected to receive in his life, to see her eyes light up brightly whenever she saw him. Without her, he was nothing. He knew that if he accepted this, that he would be accepting the loss of his very soul. It was too much for him to handle, he had finally been broken.

The pain was unbearable, he couldn’t take it anymore. Without (Y/N) by his side, he had no will to live. Fuck fighting the titans, fuck finding a new, better world, fuck being Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. Fuck everything. None of it was worth it if (Y/N) wasn’t wrapped safely in his arms.

“Levi…”

He heard Erwin coo at him, his hand outstretched to guide Levi to his feet, but the raven quickly ripped his arm from the Commander’s grasp, his eyes filled with an icy fire that would make Death itself shiver.

“Lead the retreat, take my men back to the walls.”

“Levi, what are you-?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Levi snapped aggressively as he tore his cape from his back and draped it over Danika’s blood soaked saddle.

“Levi, (Y/N)’s dead. You need to come back with us, if you don’t, you won’t make it.”

“That’s the point,” Levi said as he pulled himself into the saddle, once again avoiding Erwin’s attempt to grasp him.

The blonde’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, his jaw dropping at his Captain’s words. “If you think for one fucking second that I am going to let you kill yourself over some girl-”

“Don’t you dare speak about (Y/N) that way,” Levi said, his voice a deadly calm. “She is not just ‘some girl’. She’s the love and light of my life and I’m not leaving without her. I’m going to bring her back, no matter what it takes.”

Erwin opened his mouth to argue, but wasn’t even able to get the first word out before Levi had kicked Danika into a gallop, aiming right for the forest she had come from just minutes earlier. Nobody could do anything but watch as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier tore off into the woods, dread settling in their stomachs at the thought of having to fight without his support. Because they all knew, even if Levi made it, he would never be the same. Unless (Y/N) was somehow magically still alive, Levi would never be the same man he once was. His responsibilities and future didn’t matter to him anymore, not if they didn’t include his love.

Erwin sighed and shouted for his men to retreat, knowing that sending more men to retrieve Levi would only end in more casualties, by both titans and Levi himself. All he could do was trust that his friend could hold his own and would make it back. The soldiers of the remaining squads did as he asked without hesitation but the air was thick with tension as they galloped back to the walls, unsure of how to process the loss of their two strongest Captains.

[whumpzone]

Tomas and Rowe - Part 6

Hope you guys all enjoyed my (almost) cliffhanger last week! This chapter is the longest so far, and I worked very hard on it, so if you get whumperflies please let me know!!! <3

Next chapter might take a bit longer what with uni starting again soon but I will do my best to keep it to once a fortnight at the LATEST. so we’ll see!

Masterpost

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CW: pet whumpee, aftermath of torture, creepy whumper, general violence, panic attacks

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The door handle turned. Rowe whimpered. He wished it would just fly open, slam against the wall, hurry it up. He’d been curled up in his room ever since Master Tomas had casually mentioned that he was going grocery shopping, and Kasia would be coming over to get some work done. Rowe had felt the blood drain from his face, not him not him not him, I want to be good, I’ve tried so hard to be good for you Master-

“I’ve had a really stressful day at work,” Kasia said as he stepped into the room, in a low voice that made Rowe go cold. “Stand up.”

Rowe didn’t hesitate. “Take your shirt off.” He complied. “Arms behind your back.” He did as he was told.

“Wow, you really are pathetic, you know that?” said Kasia. “And I deal with a lot of Pets.”

Kasia took a few more steps towards Rowe until he could smell the cigarettes on his breath. He took Rowe’s face roughly and stared at him. A calloused thumb ran over his lips, making the hair on the back of Rowe’s neck stand up, and still Kasia just stared. Rowe kept his eyes on the ground, trembling.

“You’re so…,” Kasia laughed, “I can’t believe I gave my mate such an ugly Pet. And he hasn’t even hit you, has he? You must think you can just relax and walk all over him.”

Rowe shook his head, minutely but firmly, blinking away tears. No, no, I won’t relax, I won’t get comfortable. I’m just a Pet, I got tossed out, I’m worthless. Serving my Master is a privilege. I won’t forget.

Rowe was grateful for the discipline. He could get so caught up in why Master Tomas wanted him to do something, when really his place was as an obedient Pet. Not questioning, just accepting. He needed this reminder.

“Even looking at you annoys me. You don’t deserve an owner like Tomas.”

And then the first punch came, hard, sudden, into the side of his ribcage, and Rowe’s vision blinkered as he buckled and fell to the ground.

“Seriously? You’re on the floor after one punch? I thought I could have some fun beating you down.”

Rowe’s arms shook as he tried to push himself back up, his chest throbbing with every shallow breath. Kasia stamped a boot onto his back and he thumped against the ground, gasping as Kasia pressed harder and harder until Rowe was squirming, trying desperately to make his limbs work again, but the thought of being disobedient was enough to make his body limp. He could feel the barely-healed wounds on his back opening up. It was like being whipped all over again. The weight momentarily lifted from his back, only to come down far harder. Rowe’s jaw clacked sickeningly against the floor and he bit his tongue, hard. Pain exploded in his mouth. He moaned weakly and Kasia delivered a savage kick to his ribs, in the same place he’d just been punched.

“How’s your nose, Pet?” Kasia said roughly, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back until Rowe’s eyes met his. “Healed any?”

“I-it’s, agh, p-please, I d-don’t know-”

Kasia lifted Rowe’s head higher, and he suddenly realised with a rush of nausea what was coming. Fear overtook him as he cried out.

“N-no, no, please- don’t! No!”

It felt like a twisted version of déjà vu as Kasia crushed Rowe’s face into the floor, making him howl in pain. His nose was making horrifying crunching noises. Rowe cried desperately, hitting his fists off the floor to force himself not to grapple Kasia’s arm, not to do anything that might anger him further.

All of Master Tomas’s kindness, the ice pack and the painkillers and the gentle towel cleaning blood off his face, all of it was undone in a few seconds. Rowe wept harder at the thought of it. Master had wasted so much on him.

Kasia eventually let go and Rowe choked as he lifted his face, blood streaming into his mouth. The pain was so bad he could hardly think. He pushed himself up, turning to face Kasia and save his back any more pain.

“Please-” he sobbed, “please d-d-don’t-”

“Bit late for that,” laughed Kasia. “You’re fun to mess around with. I feel better already. But I can’t beat you too bad or Tomas will notice.”

“Wh-wh-what if h-he asks about my n-n-nose,” Rowe stammered out.

Kasia smiled at this and casually knelt down over Rowe, straddling him heavily. He grabbed his neck with one hand and pinned him down. With his other hand he slid a thumb over Rowe’s eye socket and held it there. No pressure, yet. Yet. Rowe forced himself to be still, and good, and take it.

“If you tell him,” began Kasia, digging his thumb in slightly. Blobs of grey fuzz appeared in Rowe’s vision. “I’ll not only make you regret the day you were born-” his thumb pushed in harder, “-I’ll also tell him you’re lying and he’ll throw you out-” and harder. Rowe started to whimper in fear, “-and then I’ll make you my Pet full-time. And I won’t hesitate to chop off and rearrange and reshape any part of you I dislike. Like your eyes, for instance. Or your tongue. Or your fingers. Do you understand?”

Rowe could barely breathe with Kasia’s full weight upon him. He couldn’t nod, couldn’t move his face at all while the thumb in Rowe’s eye made his entire head felt like it could burst with pain. He whined pathetically with his last bit of breath. Kasia looked at him solidly and for a second Rowe thought he really would gouge his eye out, but then Kasia took both his hands away and patted Rowe roughly on the cheek as he gasped.

“Good boy. So how did you get these injuries? You clumsy thing. You’ve busted your nose again and, well, you’re gonna have a bruise on your ribs.”

“I-I walked into a door, sir.”

“Yeah, you did. Now get up and clean the blood off your face.”

. . .

Tomas bustled through the front door and nudged it closed with his hip, his hands full of shopping bags. ‘’Kas? You’ve not burnt the place down then?’’

‘’Not for lack of trying,’’ came the reply as Kasia walked over and took a few of the bags. ‘’Let me get some of those. You feeding the five hundred?’’

Tomas smiled sheepishly. ‘’There’s a lot of food I don’t think Rowe’s tried yet… have you seen him at all?’’

‘’Nope. Heard him pattering around upstairs, though. Slammed the door pretty hard at one point. I didn’t go up to check on him, I hope you understand. I just figured, if he’s that nervous around you…’’

‘’Yes, yes, of course. Don’t worry.’’

‘’Well, I’d best be on my way. You know, your house is wonderfully quiet. Don’t hesitate if you need me to watch it again, please. I could get so much more work done in a calm place like this.’’

‘’Thank you so much, mate. I’ll let you know, yeah,’’ Tomas said warmly as Kasia grabbed his jacket and headed off.

He had barely closed the door when he heard light footsteps coming down the stairs. Tomas turned to see Rowe kneeling before him in his usual position, with his forehead to the floor. He still found it unnerving, seeing this frail man, covered in scars and bruises, submitting before him. ‘’Welcome back, Master Tomas.’’

‘’Hey, Rowe,’’ Tomas said, crouching slowly and reaching out a hand to the back of Rowe’s head, watching for a reaction. Rowe didn’t flinch, or stiffen- in fact, he leaned into the touch. Tomas ruffled his hair gently. Before he could invite Rowe back up, he spoke again.

‘’Master, please allow me to handle the cooking tonight, a-and any other chores you need me for.’’

‘’Oh, o-okay,’’ said Tomas. ‘’Um, well you can certainly join me in the cooking. I don’t want you to have to do it all yourself. And here, let me help you up.’’

Rowe began to unfold himself and Tomas held out a hand. After a moment of hesitation, he slipped his fingers between Tomas’s and let him take some of his weight as he stood. Tomas frowned in pity as he saw Rowe’s face- a neat bandage lay across his nose. Small bruises had formed under each eye- which was something a broken nose could cause, according to the internet. They looked deathly against his pallid skin. Rowe saw him frowning and Tomas felt the hand he was holding go stiff.

‘’P-please, Master, let me cook for you. I-It’s the least I c-can do.’’

He looked so… terribly sad. ‘’You can help, Rowe. Um- Kasia said he heard something slamming upstairs? Did you do something to your nose?’’

‘’I- I walked into a door, Master. I was foolish and careless and s-stupid. Please- please punish me for my ugliness.’’

‘’Aw, Rowe,’’ Tomas murmured involuntarily. ‘’You don’t look ugly. I wouldn’t hurt you over something like- I wouldn’t, I mean, I wouldn’t hurt you at all. I’m not going to punish you. Have you been worrying about that?’’

Rowe’s eyes dropped and he slowly nodded.

‘’Thank you for telling the truth. I don’t think you’re ugly at all.’’ It seemed to be something that was concerning him, so Tomas added, ‘’If I do, I’ll tell you, okay?’’

Rowe’s shoulders loosened and looked up at Tomas again. ‘’Yes, Master. Thank you.’’

Crisis averted? Tomas thought. ‘’Okay, great. Let’s start chopping some veg.’’

. . .

Rowe sliced the knife down harder as he hands trembled. He was doing his best, he really was, he was trying to just be fucking useful for once, but he was so on edge with Master Tomas so near to him. Rowe was constantly checking over his shoulder, so he could be ready for the first slap or punch. The knife in his hand reminded him of the times he’d been made to bring his master the tool that would be used to punish him.

Rowe was holding a weapon. An instrument for causing pain. Once again he wished he could be normal, wished he could be a good, blank, Pet, instead of one that couldn’t even chop vegetables without thinking about all the ways the knife could cut and slice and open and chop off- chop off- like Kasia had said-

Rowe’s head spun. He felt sick. Kasia wasn’t here. It was only Master. He was the one Rowe should be worrying about. Master could do as he pleased, Rowe repeated to himself, over and over. If Master wants to use the knife on me, I’ll let him. Of course I’ll let him.

. . .

Tomas stirred the stock cube absent-mindedly, his back to Rowe. He had tried to put enough space between him and Rowe to, hopefully, make Rowe feel a little more at ease. He watched as the hot water swirled around his spoon. The sound of rhythmic chopping behind him told him that Rowe was working diligently.

. . .

The carrot seemed to bend and stretch before him as Rowe tried to gather his thoughts. He was okay, he was okay. He hadn’t angered Master, not yet. So far, he was mercifully being ignored. Rowe looked back down and held the knife firmly.

The little coins of carrot were mostly even. Rowe hoped that would be good enough.

. . .

Tomas gently scraped in the onions and garlic and let them simmer. He rolled up his sleeves as the kitchen warmed up.

. . .

The knife was so sharp. Rowe was staring at it as he worked, not even looking at the vegetables, just watching the blade, waiting for Master to turn around and yank it out of his hand and order Rowe to his knees. Why did Master keep saying he wouldn’t hurt him? Rowe wanted to believe it every time, and every time it took longer for him to snap out of it. He moved his fingers out of the way at the last second as he brought the knife down shakily.

. . .

Tomas turned around. ‘’Rowe-‘’ he began, taking a step towards him. Rowe jerked in surprise and spun to face him.

. . .

The knife was still in his hand. He’d been so startled by Master Tomas suddenly being right there behind him that he had gripped it harder reflexively as he turned. Rowe stared down in horror. A long, thin cut ran along Master’s exposed forearm, all the way to his hand. Tiny drops of blood were beginning to form.

And then Rowe’s mind went blank.

. . .

Tomas easily caught Rowe as he fainted. The knife bounced off the floor and Tomas kicked it out of the way. The cut was superficial, and sure it was a surprise, but it hardly hurt. Still, he knew enough to realise how grave this was. A Pet hurting their owner. His stomach twisted at the thought of the beating that would have earned Rowe in the past. No wonder he passed out.

He gently laid Rowe on the couch, grabbed some kitchen roll, and wrapped it around his arm. Perching on the armrest, Tomas let himself look at the man in his care.

He could see long scars along his thighs, like he’d be belted while kneeling. Deep red scrapes, cuts and sores ran around his wrists, the scars of old restraints. His chest was rising and falling evenly, and his face looked soft. Relaxed. Tomas watched his fingers flick minutely, his lips part as he breathed. He wasn’t screaming. He looked peaceful for the first time since Tomas had got him.

And then… Rowe stirred. A groan rumbled in his chest as he rolled his head, and Tomas quickly put a hand to Rowe’s cheek to stop him grinding his nose. This made Rowe’s eyes finally twitch open, little by little then all at once when he remembered what had happened and saw Tomas sitting over him. He cried out, he hands scrambling to find purchase as he pushed himself away, tumbling off the sofa and ramming his forehead against the floor so hard that Tomas heard the crack.

‘’Oh, God, please!’’ he cried, his voice cracking as sobs and gasps racked through him, ‘’P-please Master I’m so, s-s-so sorry, I’m so sorry, I w-w-would n-never, I, I mean, I d-don’t, I w-was trying so ha-ard to be good-‘’

‘’Rowe, it’s okay,’’ Tomas blurted out, raising his voice. He grabbed his shoulders and lifted his head up off the ground. Rowe’s eyes were bright with fear like Tomas had never seen before. It was so intense that he let go of his shoulders reflexively and Rowe shrank into himself, trembling before his owner.

‘’I swear, I s-swear I c-can be better, Master, I ca-an, please please don’t s-send me back, I-I’ll take any pun-nishment like- like a good Pet, I’ll be g-good-‘’

‘’Rowe-‘’

‘’I-It w-was an accident, please Master p-p-please believe me, I wo-would n-never do some-something like that, I’m begging you-‘’

‘’Rowe, I’m not going t-’’

‘’Please,’’ begged Rowe hoarsely, tears rolling down his cheeks, and something in his voice made Tomas stop and listen. ‘’Please, Master, please, I can’t- I don’t know why you want me to b-b-believe that you wo-won’t hurt me, but I can’t d-do it, I just wa-want to be good s-s-so bad and I ca-an’t, I k-keep messing up a-and you never hurt me and I j-just want to be good, I w-want to be good I don’t want to- to get thr-rown out and I need p-p-punishment, Master, please…’’ he gasped.

‘’I’m not….. you are being good. You’re being really good.’’ Tomas felt his heart breaking.

Rowe’s sobbing was becoming weaker and weaker as he ran out of energy. He stared up at Tomas with eyes that were sparkly and wet. He looked utterly broken.

‘’I just want to get it over with, Master.’’

‘’No, I’m not going to punish you,’’ Tomas said seriously.

‘’I’m begging you,’’ he cried, his voice cracking. ‘’I can’t- I can’t take this waiting a-anymore! Please, Master, please, I want it, l- let me throw myself at your mercy, I w-want to be punished f-for my disobedience, please treat y-your Pet the way I d-d-deserve, I’ll take anything for you Master, please beat me, please cut me, please whip me, pl-‘’

‘’Rowe, stop! Stop it! Stop it, please, stop,’’ Tomas shouted. Rowe fell silent immediately with a whimper. ‘’I know- I can see that’s what you thought I wanted to hear. I understand. But I’m not- this isn’t a test, or a game, okay? You don’t need pain to be good.’’

Rowe kept his mouth shut, flinching as Tomas sank down next to him.

‘’All this time you’ve been waiting for a punishment that never came.’’ Rowe nodded. Tomas exhaled deeply as he thought. Rowe needed order, and he followed rules diligently, and Tomas had fucked up by leaving Rowe in limbo with no idea when he would be punished. At least now, he had let Tomas know what was distressing him. A punishment would give him a bit of comfort, in a twisted way. ‘’Okay, Rowe, I will punish you.’’

Rowe burst into fresh tears, pressing his face to the floor. ‘’Th-thank you, thank you Master, thank you, thank you, thank you.’’

Tomas gently took Rowe’s chin and lifted his head. Was this just putting off the difficult conversations until another day? Or was this an act of mercy, relieving the mental suffering Rowe had been putting himself through? Tomas decided on the latter. Screaming at Rowe that he wouldn’t hurt him while Rowe shook and cried and begged didn’t seem very productive.

‘’Firstly, since you gave me this cut it only seems fair that you bandage it up.’’

‘’Yes, Master,’’ Rowe choked out as he ran upstairs to get the first aid kit. Tomas sat back up on the couch and peeled off the kitchen towels that were now sticky with blood. Rowe returned, discarded them, and got on with dressing the cut. Rowe’s hands were still as he pressed the anti-bacterial wipe against his Master’s skin. The bandage wrapped around his arm was neater than Tomas had ever seen before. He had to bite back the praise he wanted to give Rowe- this was a punishment, he reminded himself. He steeled himself to deliver Rowe’s punishment.

‘’I’m going up to my office. Finish cooking and bring it to me, then wash up and tidy the house. While I’m working tomorrow, stay out of my way and don’t disturb me. The only time I want to see or hear you is if I ask you to do something, which you will do immediately. Understood? You can speak freely again in 24 hours.’’

‘’Yes, Master Tomas,’’ Rowe whispered as he hurried to the kitchen counter. Tomas took himself upstairs and buried his head in his hands. He hated how good he was at sounding stern. He hated how unnatural it felt. He couldn’t shake the fear that he was undoing all of the progress Rowe had made.

[starrysupercell]

if it doesnt bother you too much, could you maybe do a stu and rico drabble?? platonic or like. brotherly?? if you can ^^

also i rlly like yer blog :p

TwT just when you think you're safe from robot feels. This became more of a oneshot because... Stu. (Can we call Tuesday....Stu's Day, lmao.) Hope you like it...! 🎆🔫 Also, thanks! 😊

At the start of the show, Ricochet sat stubbornly, crossing his arms. His eye remained narrowed even amidst the excited crowd.

"Cheer up, Rico," Brock said, leaning over to him, speaking loudly to be heard over the crowd. "C'mon, give the guy a chance. You can't judge him on how he looks alone."

"I can and I will." Rico said.

8-Bit grinned mischievously. Due to his height, he was standing on the seat next to Rico to watch the show. "Scared you might be replaced by the next model?" He asked.

Instead of answering, Rico reached behind  8-Bit, grabbed the top portion of his head, and pushed him forward so he was precariously on the edge of the chair.

"Stooop!" The arcade machine complained, trying to upright himself to no avail. Rico laughed.

Brock double-took and reprimanded them. "Hey! Behave yourselves. You're going to start something."

"Is everyone here ready to start!?" The announcer, Max, asked into the microphone. "Let me hear you cheer!"

Rico pushed 8-Bit back to normal in his chair as the crowd gave a resounding cheer.

"Glad to hear it!" Max grinned. "Before we get to the guts and glory of this event, I'd like to welcome back our opening act- Spectacular Stu!"

There he was, the top of the ramp. The spotlight made sure you wouldn't miss him. Rico rolled his eye as cheers resparked.

"If you were here last time, you'll know he took a nasty dive and got wrecked. But he's back and rollin' as smooth as ever!" Max assured them. "So without further ado, our very own Crash Robot!"

The Stuntdevil waved, pumping the crowd up even further. He spun in place, and geared up to rocket down the ramp.

He left tire marks on the top with a screech, and his engines revved. He had to pick up enough speed to make the jump through a lit ring, and over on the other ramp to make a loop.

Stu soared through the air and twisted through the fired-up hoop.

Even Rico had to admit that his aim was impressive. 8-Bit leaned in with awe as Stu stuck the landing on the second wooden ramp.

Oh, but wait-! Red flames trailed behind him, right on his cape, and traveled higher.

Stu looked back upon hearing the starting jeers of the audience. It was a good indicator of when something went wrong. "U-uh-oh..." he muttered to himself. He started to reach at the burning fabric to try and remove it, but he began to veer.

Stu began to panic. Was it more important to remove the flames and complete the loop, or get it off before it reached his main body-?

He didn't have time to decide. Stu made it up halfway through the first half, but was too far off-center and he flew right off the track.

He flailed, feeling the flames crawl up even further even as he began to fall.

He faceplanted, skidding and rolling a good amount of distance. At least the fire was put out.

"Ha, wow! That must be a world record of eating dirt!" He picked out from the crowd.

Cheers...for him..

His blue lens flickered and gave out.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

"Yes! There we go!" His vision flickered on and he saw Max over him. "Up and at 'em, Stu! There's someone who wants to greet you outside. He insisted, and I gotta go now. Careful, because you aren't really fixed yet. I'm up next with Surge, catch ya' later!" she caught him up, and waved bye as she practically flew out the door.

Stu sat up slowly, still feeling his processors warm up. Max and Surge's show was the third act. Ugh...

Wait. Someone wanted to see him? A fan?

He hopped up from where he lay. He glanced at the mirror on the way, stopped in his tracks. No, no, not presentable at all! His clothes were burnt.

The bot rolled back to the mirror and changed into a different suit as swiftly as he could.

White suit, red cape. He looked dashing.

Stu rolled to the door, and paused briefly. Great first impression. He flung the door open.

"H-h-how's it go-o-going, champ?" He asked gleefully, before seeing that it was.. another robot. Oh. Not what he was expecting. And one that looked similar to himself too. Wait, wasn't he... Rico?

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Stu looked at him blankly. That was it? Just a question? He looked around. Well, a fan's a fan. "L-l-looking for an autograph? Advice?" Stu laughed, and spun once. "No free pho-o-oo-photographs." He said.

Rico looked at the bot in concern. "You're sad..." he pointed out.

Stu jolted back. "Wh-at?"

"Blue Visor." Was the blunt response.

"Hahahaha. B-b-buddy. This," Stu pointed at himself. "Is blue tin-ti-tinted. Ever her-heard of fshh-fashion before?"

Rico was in disbelief. "Then explain the broken regulator for your voice box?"

Stu's eye narrowed at the word broken. "R-ru-de. I cou-ouUol-cou-ou..." Stu stopped himself, feeling...just horrible. He could handle the jibes included in a cheering crowd. But being picked on like this was just plain cruel. "N-n-ot ev-everyone can b-be as lul-lucky as you, can th-they?"

Rico blinked. "What do you mean?"

Stu rolled his eye. "Ric-Co. The ro-r-robot just adored by every-everybody. All you-ou had to do was wal-wa-walk up here a-nd the ress-st is histo-ory."

Rico shook his head. "Even if that were important to this situation, I worked hard to make friends... But that isn't important right now. We're discussing you." He reminded. "You can make them stop putting up so much hazards. Or walk out. They can't force you to stay."

"I cho-oo-ose to, Dummy." Stu griped.

Color him shocked. "Why?"

"They love me." Stu said. "Now sc-scram before I ca-call se-see-security on you."

The bot couldn't wrap his head around that. Love? Did he not hear the rude comments? The laughs and jabs? Being used? He couldn't even begin to imagine Brock and 8-Bit treating him like that and seeing it as praise.

You can't help those who don't want to be... but Rico didn't want to leave without any indication of getting through to him at least somewhat.

He stepped forward with his arms outstretched and pulled him in for a hug.

Stu froze, surprised. He couldn't process anything right now. He just stood there, being hugged for the first time.

After seconds of silence, Rico pulled away. "I'll leave now. We should keep in touch. If you want." He suggested.

"....I-if I c-can find t-ti-time for you, buddy." Stu shrugged. "I'm a v-very busy bot." He rolled backwards to enter his room, and shut the door.

Rico sighed. He's tried his best. If Stu truly wanted help, he would have to take the next step.

On the other side, Stu didn't know how to feel. He wheeled slowly across the room, and caught a glimpse of the mirror. He rolled over and looked at himself. He was happy with his role. Happy.

...Just the same, he could grace that fanbot with an appearance every so often. Make his day. That... sounded nice.

[dtvibezauarchive]

Skephalo Adoption AU

Basically for this AU, it’s just Skephalo! But with Purpled and Punz as their children! :D 

It starts off with Skeppy and Bad having a son from the start (Punz). They then decide they are ready to extend their family a bit and adopt Purpled! 

Though, Purpled is a bit of a troubled child. He doesn’t entirely trust Skeppy and Bad at first, seeing that he still believes his old family will go and take him back. But after some time bonding, as well as a bit of a moment of realization that Purpled’s parents will not come back, Purpled slowly opens up to the family. 

It’s a rocky start, but overtime, Purpled grows into the family and he feels right at home and safe for once. He feels as if he can trust this family and feels that he can fully relax here. He knows he is safe. And he feels happy to call these people his family. 

This AU is just a bit of all over the place. I suppose it’s a concept? But I really love the dynamics. 

Also, some stuff I really liked about the AU that people mentioned! :D

There was also a time where we added Tubbo, Tommy, Ant and Sam to the mix!

---------- some fics/drabbles around this au below the line ----------

“Stop! Stop it!”

Tommy yelled out, eyes wide as he started throwing rocks at what seemed to be a group of boys kicking Purpled.

“Get out of here!! Fuck off!! All of you!” He growled, watching the teens run off, all in a fit of laughter. Tommy darted forward, still throwing rocks towards the group before stopping entirely. Letting out a hot huff.. he turned back to Purpled. His best friend, Tubbo, was helping Purpled sit up, the other shaken and clearly hurt. From slight bruises and cuts.. Purpled kept a neutral expression.

“Purp, are you okay?!” Tubbo exclaimed, looking quite worried for the other. But Purpled kept silent, his gaze straight towards the ground...

“...”

Tommy glanced back in the direction the boys ran off to.. before looking back at the two. “.. Let’s take Purpled home, Tubbo.”

Without much conversation.. the two boys helped Purpled up before making their way back to Purpled’s place... where a very worried Badboyhalo stood at the porch. Upon seeing the boys, he smiled.. only for that smile to turn into one of horror. Purpled looked.. awful!! Oh my goodness.  “P-Purp-!” He.. stopped.

Tommy and Tubbo waited while Purpled just stood there, staring at the ground..

“...”

He knew the other wouldn’t do anything. Not in front of the boys.. so, Bad simply.. nodded to himself.

“Tommy! Tubbo! Thank you two so much for bringing him home.. I’ll take it from here.” Bad gave a gentle smile towards the two. At first, they didn’t want to leave.. but knowing it was getting late.. they decided to turn and head home, occasionally looking back before vanishing behind a corner...

“....”

Purpled slacked his shoulders slightly.. now moving his gaze up to Bad.

Bad looked back to Purpled, clear worry in his eyes..

“....”

Bad calmly raised his arms up, holding them out towards Purpled as he got on his knee.

“...”

Purpled felt it. The hot tears cascading down his cheeks as he sprinted towards Bad, dropping his bookbag in the process before, engulfing Bad in a hug. Bad simply held Purpled, hearing the soft sobs emitting from Purpled..

...

Bad knew he and Skeppy would have a talk about this.

--

I based this next writing after this screenshot :D

“This one’s low! This one’s low!”

Purpled quickly climbed up the side of the hill, his sword drawn at his waist.. grabbing at the ash covered grass with each step he took.

The Wither was a nasty thing, it’s rather gruesome snarls and low hissing sending everyone into a state of panic.

He couldn’t focus on anything apart from taking down this thing... especially if it was attacking Punz.

The man was scrambling away, the looming dark mass following after him almost instantly, as if targeting him out of everyone around. Punz was in full on panic, his eyes wide as each skull like bomb was thrown his way. Purpled needed to help him.

He tried to yell out to Skeppy, but was caught off guard as the skull in front of him burst, causing him to trip.

No!

Feeling the burn of wither sickness slightly pouring in, he yelled out, his voice weak amongst those around as he began to get up.

“DAD!”

Just like that, a rush of blue was right beside him, running with him now.

Skeppy.

They were charging at the Wither together as Punz got tripped along the wooden path. Raising his shield, Punz let out a shocked shout, feeling the shockwave of the skull hitting his barrier. Though, just as he held his shield up, he saw them both.

“D-Dude! This thing is aggroing me!” He spoke out, feeling a bit of relief as Skeppy quickly swiped at it with his sword, causing it to jolt towards the side. Purpled rushed over to Punz, using this moment to help the other up, checking to see if he was okay.

Though, as he did so, the sound of the Wither giving it’s final screech filled the air. The two glanced over, noticing a rather exhausted Skeppy. He had finished it off, seeing that he was now standing upon the ashes of the Wither. He looked so serious... so...

Skeppy glanced up, his eyes an icy blue now as his hands and arms were covered in glistening diamond.

“You okay?” he finally spoke, giving Punz a small concerned glance. Of course, Punz nodded, throwing up a thumbs up in the process. Letting out a small sigh, Skeppy knew the kids were safe.

“PUNZ!” Bad shouted out.

The group glanced up instantly at the cry and watched as Bad hugged him tightly, checking over him. Punz, who was then embarrassed by this display, huffed as he tried to pull away, but to no avail.

“B-Bad, I’m fine. They got it--”

--

also because christmas <3

It’s a tiny Christmas movie marathon that Bad, Skeppy and Purpled do. But Skeppy left to do some business with friends. So it’s just Bad and Purpled.

They are abit sad, but still keep in the spirits.

...

that’s until Skeppy arrives home to surprise them, holding gifts as well.

So he enters the home quietly and then just, the dogs bark and look towards Skeppy. Purpled and Bad are abit shocked to this but, quickly just

“SKEPPY!”/”DAD!”

And they run and hug Skeppy tightly, all of them laughing and crying because !!! Skeppy won’t miss Christmas!!

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

#6. Rival AU. Baekhyun. Let's get this fucking bread.♡

A/n: HERE WE GO, anything for my daddy ;) @illneverrecover

Compass

Summary: You and Byun Baekhyun are soccer coaches for your children’s rival soccer teams, and you can’t stand him. At least, until you get lost on a camping trip together.

Warnings: Sex in the woods, public sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving) P H E W

Word Count:1626 (drabble my ass)

You see him while your daughter is running for the bus and you’re chasing her and you want to scream.

It’s already been a hell morning getting your daughter, Ellie, ready for the soccer team camping trip, and you knew the soccer coach, Baekhyun, would be there, but somehow it just made the day so much worse.

You’re not even sure what it is about him that infuriates you, if it’s his stupid innuendo during practice or how he barked at you for being too close to the sidelines during coaching or his stupid handsome face….but he makes your blood boil.

His little boy, Byungwoo, comes running up to say hello to your daughter and she grins and hugs him.

You finally crack a smile as you approach. Byungwoo is sweet as sugar and loves playing with your little girl. He cried for hours when he accidentally kicked her once during practice, causing a bruise.

How he got to be so sweet with a dad like Byun Baekhyun, you’d never know.

It doesn’t help that your daughter isn’t even on his team and she adores Baekhyun, going on and on about how she wishes she could be on his team instead and what a great coach he is.

You’re her coach, damnit, and also her mother so she should prefer your team.

“Well, hello there, cutie,” Baekhyun drawls, and he winks at you when Ellie squeals as he picks her up.

You scoff and roll your eyes, ruffling Byungwoo’s hair as he looks up at you. “Been practicing your goalie techniques?” You ask, and he gives you a big gap-toothed smile.

The bus is packed already, except for two seats, and Ellie and Byungwoo take one, giggling and talking.

“Uh, Ellie, don’t you wanna sit with Mama?”

Ellie links her arm with Byungwoo’s. “No! I’m sitting with Byung and you can’t make me move!”

You sigh, knowing a sure-fire way to make her throw a tantrum is to separate them.

Baekhyun is already sitting in the empty seat, and he smirks at you and pats the seat next to him.

“Everyone aboard!” The bus driver yells and the bus lurches forward, depositing you directly on Baekhyun’s lap.

“I meant sit next to me, but I’m not complaining,” he murmurs in your ear.

You smack him on the chest, which backfires because it’s surprisingly firm, and scramble to sit upright next to him.

He just chuckles and your blood is boiling, you hate hate hate him and how your heart is racing.

You make it to the campsite without incident, and everything goes fine until someone suggests a hike and two of the other chaperones take the kids up ahead while you’re still struggling to put on your hiking boots.

You’re not what one would call “outdoorsy,” but you figured you could wing it, just like everything else.

Turns out, hiking boots are a pain in the ass, but not as big a pain as Byun Baekhyun, because he ends up trying to help you while also endlessly teasing you.

“Are your feet really this big?”

“Shut up! These boots are broken!”

By the time you get them tied, after begrudgingly accepting his help, the kids and other chaperones are nowhere to be seen, and you take off ahead, bitching at him the whole way.

“This is all your fault, you know. I was flustered from the bus and-”

“Flustered? Aw, cutie, I’m touched that you’re so affected by me.”

You look over at him and you hate his stupid smirk and his whole stupid handsome face and you’re stumbling over roots and trying to take a shortcut to get away from him.

He follows you silently other than a chuckle here or there, and soon enough, you’re hopelessly lost.

“Fuck!” You yell.

“I knew you had a dirty mouth,” he murmurs, right against your ear, and you almost trip over a root, twisting your ankle.

You’re hot and tired and frustrated and now your ankle hurts so you lash out.

“How can you have such a sweet kid and be such a bastard!”

You try to walk away on your wounded ankle and suddenly he heaves you over his shoulder.

You yelp and kick but he just firmly holds you there.

“Byungwoo’s mom ran off when he was six months old. I’m doing my best.” He says, quietly, and you go still.

“Ellie’s dad left when I was pregnant,” you mumble stubbornly. “Still no excuse for teasing me all the time.”

He sets you down against a tree, eyes flashing. “And why do you think I tease you all the time? Why do you think I always schedule our games in the same fields as yours? Why do you think I went on this stupid trip?”

“I dunno. Because you want to cause me suffering?” You mutter.

He’s standing too close and he smells good and you kinda want to disappear into the ground.

“Because I like you, dummy.”

Your mouth falls open. “You what now?”

He puts a hand on your face, caressing your cheek. “I like you. You’re fiery and sexy and you’re a great mom…and when I tease you, you get all cute and huffy…”

“I am not-”

He cuts you off with his mouth on yours and you let out a sound of protest before melting into him. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly your knees go weak when he slips his tongue into your mouth, one hand cupping your ass.

He moves his mouth to your neck and presses his hips up into yours, murmuring against your skin.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss that smart mouth?”

“Was it that time I called you a motherfucker under my breath at the last game?” You breathe, trying to keep your composure.

He shakes his head, smiling. “Before that, when you shot me a bird behind Ellie’s back when I told you she should work on her footwork.”

“Her footwork is perfect!”

“It is now. You made her focus on it just to spite me.”

He’s trailing a hand up your shirt, fingertips on your ribcage, teasing under the edge of your sports bra and you’re shaking.

“Baek… we’re lost in the woods.”

“We’re not lost,” he murmurs, kissing your throat. “I once got chased through these woods by a crazy ex, I know exactly where we are.”

“Thank God for your whorish ways,” You snort, but it turns into a moan when Baekhyun gets his hand under your bra to brush his palm against your pebbled nipple.

“We could stay lost just a little while longer….” He twists your nipple between his fingers and you gasp.

You reach down to cup him through his jeans, he’s hard as diamond and he buries his face in your neck, moaning.

“Ah, cutie, I wasn’t planning to fuck you in these woods but if you do that…”

“Why not? The birds won’t tell.” You smirk, unbuttoning his jeans.

“Way to make a guy fall in love,” he says, looking down at your fingers slipping underneath his boxers, breath catching in his throat.

“Shut up.” You release him from his jeans and squat down to take his cock in your mouth and he braces against the tree, and he’s so loud you hope the kids are far away.

“Oh, fuck, I want to fill up that smart mouth…”

You come off him with a smile and a wink. “Next time.”

He looks at you almost awed. “I really am going to fall in love.”

“Shut up!” But you’re laughing and pulling your shorts and panties off.

You hop up into his arms and he slides inside you with ease, and you cry out when he starts fucking you hard and fast.

Your back will be scraped from the tree but you can’t bring yourself to care, he’s talking so much, moaning right into your ear.

“I’ve wanted you so badly, Y/n, in all those little shorts you wear, flashing your thighs at me…it almost made me angry. I thought about how I’d tease you until you were begging to be filled with my cock but you feel so fucking good, you-”

“I said shut up,” you breathe, and kiss him hard, rocking your hips against his, his pelvic bone slamming into your clit in just the right way, and he’s filling you so well, and you come almost in unison, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths, and you bite his lip so hard you taste blood.

You panic only for a moment, when it’s over, and when he lets you down he slides you down his body and kisses your jawline and suddenly you feel better, suddenly you feel like maybe it’ll all be okay, maybe he’s not like your ex-husband.

He’s all handsy and sweet on the way back to the camp, telling you how beautiful you are and how he’s going to take you out when you get back home, and when Byungwoo comes running up the hill and throws himself into his dad’s arms, you realize he’s nothing like your ex at all, and you’d misjudged him all this time.

When Ellie sneaks into him and Byungwoo’s tent later that night so that she can cuddle up to her best friend, you can’t help but smile when you see her little footprints.

You unzip the bag and Baekhyun looks up at you, with both kids draped over him, and beckons toward you with two fingers. You spend the night cuddled up in a pile, and from then on, you’re an inseparable foursome, even though he still tells you that you have a smart mouth every day.

You always respond, “Shut up,” and he’s always smiling when you kiss him.

[chloebeale]

AT PEACE (2/2)

A follow up to this little drabble taken originally from this prompt.

Summary: Chloe deals with the days following her heartbreaking phone call from Beca. Same warnings apply!

Words: 3.7k.

Read part two below, or the whole thing on ao3.

Chloe doesn’t know how to put this pain into words. In fact, even the word pain seems so insufficient, so tame. No word in the English dictionary can describe the way she’s feeling as she sits, crumpled, with her back to the wall, eyes sore and cheeks stained with slowly falling tears. They come and go at random now. One minute, she’s sobbing, and the next she’s back to staring. Just staring. Because Chloe cannot process her thoughts. She just... She can’t believe that this has happened.

She’s not the only one that’s upset, of course. The other girls are all in shock, too. They’re all devastated, naturally so. And Beca’s parents... God, Beca’s parents. Chloe can’t even bring herself to look at them. It’s a good thing Aubrey has such a comforting presence to her, because she’s doing what she can to keep everybody afloat.

They’re all upset, but Chloe has taken it the hardest. And maybe there’s a reason for that.

No, she knows there is.

The girls have learned quickly to leave her alone. They don’t want to, they keep hovering around her, but Chloe refuses to say anything. At best they’ll get a brief glance, one that’s shot their way through thick, salty tears, but most of the time Chloe feels like she’s just looking right through them, and they know to just let her be.

While she’s in the room, she feels like she’s somewhere entirely different. Somewhere alone. It’s only at the feeling of an arm brushing against her own that she snaps back to reality. Chloe doesn’t look up, though. She knows it’s Emily. She can tell by the sound of her quiet sniffles, her soft, desperate sobs. And as the younger girl slides down the wall beside her, Chloe doesn’t push her away. She lets her lean against her, and finds herself slowly reaching out a hand to catch the brunette’s fingers in her own.

And that’s all the comfort Chloe is willing to take right now, because she doesn’t feel like she deserves it.

How she could’ve been so oblivious, so stupid, she doesn’t know. She’d noticed right away that something sounded different about Beca, that something just wasn’t right. But she’d accepted her excuses, she’d sat there and sipped on her daiquiri, talking about something as trivial as school, while Beca was just...

It’s been almost two days now, and Chloe still can’t bring herself to say it. She can’t even think it. All she can do is bask in her own regret, her own desperate sadness, and wish to whoever might be up there that they could turn back time, and that Chloe could’ve handled things differently.

“Just... Know that I love you, okay? I love you.”

Those final words swirl around in her head, those final moments on a continuous, excruciating loop. She’d found it weird the first time, when Beca had told her she loved her as if from nowhere. They’re best friends, it’s an unspoken understanding between them that they love each other. They don’t say it often, but they both know it, and Chloe had assumed it was just one of those brief, rare instances where Beca had wanted to remind her. She hadn’t thought it could mean anything else, anything deeper.

Then again, Chloe has conditioned herself not to do that, not to think too deeply when it comes to her relationship with Beca Mitchell. Because although Chloe has always acted content with the fact that that’s all there is to it, that they’re ‘just friends’, she knows that they’re not. The startling image of those blue-gray eyes pops like electricity into her head, and she knows that they’re not just friends, she knows that they never were.

Of course, the second admission had sent Chloe into hyperawareness, into the active feeling that something just wasn’t okay, and she’d tried multiple times to call Beca back, but hadn’t received an answer. So she’d called for help right away, a frenzy of worry and utter panic overtaking her. Phone tracking is a weird and wonderful tool, and it had come in handy yesterday, it had helped the necessary people to find exactly where Beca was -- on a boat, in the middle of the ocean -- and it’d helped them to find her.

Then they’d told Chloe what had happened, what they’d found, how they’d found her. And time seemed to stop right there and then. In that moment, everything just... Stopped. And Chloe’s whole world fell right the way apart.

She hasn’t slept. Naturally, she hasn’t slept. And she has wanted to. God, she has wished she could just close her eyes and take herself away to some other world, some other time, but it just hasn’t happened. Not until now, anyway. As she slumps against the wall, Emily curled into her side, Chloe doesn’t notice the way her heavy lids flutter slowly shut, and the place she goes becomes her new reality, at least for now.

---

“You know you’re only going to scare yourself,” Beca says, a pointed frown sent in Chloe’s direction as she plops down onto the hotel bed. The bowl of freshly popped popcorn shakes with the impact, and a few pieces fly over the edge.

“Careful!” Chloe warns, her tone light and giggle soft as she scrambles to pick them back up again. She notices the way Beca is facing her, legs crossed pretzel style and mouth hanging open. A slender finger raises and points at her open mouth, and Chloe playfully rolls her eyes, readying herself to throw each of the four pieces for Beca to catch. Three of them, she does so expertly, but the fourth hits the floor behind her, and Chloe considers getting up to go retrieve it, but she figures it can wait until later.

“I’ve seen this one before, it won’t scare me,” Chloe shrugs, picking up the bowl and holding it tightly in one hand as she shuffles back to make herself comfortable against the plush, propped up pillows. She rests the small bowl in her lap, then pats the space beside her, blue eyes sparking as she looks toward her friend. “Maybe you’re scared.”

“Please,” Beca scoffs, grabbing the television remote and quickly scrambling toward the head of the bed to sink down beside Chloe. “I don’t even like movies, I’m not going to be paying attention to it.”

An auburn brow arches as she eyes the other girl, edge of her mouth curved into a small, amused smirk. “Then why are you even here?”

A hand digs quickly into the bowl of popcorn, more pieces flying out messily -- maybe they made too much, or they at least needed a bigger bowl -- and Beca quickly pops a piece into her mouth. “I’m just here for the popcorn.”

Chloe’s response is a playful, sarcastic eye roll. They both know why Beca is here. The other girls have gone to bed, Chloe had been texting Beca that she couldn’t sleep, and it turned out that Beca couldn’t, either. So they’d decided to spend a little time in Chloe’s hotel room, some old horror movie playing on the TV screen while they each enjoyed the company.

And the popcorn, apparently.

“Did you know that this is based on a true story?” Chloe questions, humming to herself as she raises the remote to point it at the TV. The movie begins playing, and Chloe settles in comfortably, Beca’s small frame pressed lightly to her side.

“Sure it is,” Beca nods, her tone entirely unconvinced.

“It is! It was all over the news and stuff when it happened. The guy heard voices telling him to murder his whole family. It’s a real thing.”

Beca’s hand reaches out for more popcorn, and Chloe feels a gentle nudge to her arm, one that makes her grin as she glances down toward the other girl.

“Just watch your movie, weirdo.”

For a while, she does. Though she finds herself stealing glances here and there, each time noticing the way Beca’s gaze is glued to the screen, and Chloe feels silently proud that she’s actually gotten her to focus on a movie, something Beca Mitchell actively dislikes. Apparently, anyway.

Before she’d asked Beca to come to her room, she really had been wide awake. Admittedly, though, Chloe has gotten used to sharing a bed with the other girl, considering the small size of their shoebox apartment back home in the city, but she doesn’t realize until her eyes flutter open to see the end credits rolling that that’s probably why she’s been struggling to sleep this whole time. It’s been weird having a bed to herself again.

As Chloe blinks into the near darkness, she notices first that the popcorn bowl is almost empty, and next that Beca is still awake beside her, eyes still on the television screen.

“I thought you weren’t going to pay any attention,” Chloe mumbles sleepily, lips curling upward and into a lazy smile as her eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. “Did it scare you?”

Beca lets out an exaggerated scoff in response. “No. I couldn’t pay attention to it anyway, you were snoring too loudly.” Chloe notices that her voice is softer, almost a little mumbled the same way as her own. She can tell that Beca has made it through the movie, but that sleep is definitely creeping up on her.

“Mm, then maybe you want to head back to your room, because I’m about to start snoring again in about five minutes,” Chloe chuckles breathily, propping herself further upright against the now deflated pillows behind her. Her hair is unruly and tangled from the position in which she’d fallen asleep, and while she brushes her fingers through it halfheartedly, she knows she doesn’t really care.

Rolling onto her side, her arms stretch out to wrap around the top pillow, Chloe’s sleepy gaze fixed up on a still sitting Beca. “Well? Are you going?”

Beca thinks for a moment, or at least she pretends to, before finally shaking her head. “No, I might as well just stay here now. I’m comfy.”

“Oh yeah?” Chloe raises a brow, biting back her amused expression. “Are you sure you’re not just too scared to go and sleep on your own now?”

There’s a gentle, playful swat to her arm, one that Chloe responds to with a quiet giggle under her breath, then Beca is sinking further down into the pillows and tugging the comforter over her middle, evidently having made herself comfortable for the night. “No,” She insists, “Go back to sleep, Chlo.”

“Mhmm.” Chloe’s eyes are hooded, sleep desperate to drag her back out of consciousness. She’s going to succumb to it soon, she knows it, so she turns onto her side, back toward Beca, and fumbles around blindly on the mattress to find the remote, swatting at buttons until the screen dims and darkness falls all over the room. “Goodnight, Bec.”

“Night.”

It can’t be more than two minutes later that Chloe feels herself drifting back breezily to dreamland, though the shifting of the body behind her, shuffling closer until Chloe is her little spoon, brings her back to the present for a brief moment. She feels an arm drape coolly across her middle, and her hand is soon finding it’s way to Beca’s, their fingers interlacing so easily. The same way they do all the time.

“Knew you were scared,” She mumbles, thumb brushing gently over the back of soft knuckles.

There’s the feeling of delicate lips pressing lightly to her shoulder, leaving her with a gentle kiss that causes her body to tingle.

“Shh.”

Beca doesn’t deny it.

---

“Chloe?”

It’s unfamiliar, the voice breaking into her peaceful sleep, so much so that Chloe almost ignores it, almost switches right back off and tries to claw her way back to that precious memory. It’s Aubrey’s voice that properly wakes her, though.

“Chloe is sleeping, Professor Mitchell,” the blonde says, her volume hushed. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Her eyes remain closed at first, with Chloe just mindlessly listening to the exchange, though they shoot open fast enough to make her slightly dizzy as Beca’s father continues.

“Bec’s awake, she’s asking to see her.”

It’s almost surprising, the way Chloe can go from zero to one hundred. One moment, she’s laid against the wall, head sagging to the side as it rests against Emily’s shoulder, and the next she’s up on her feet, shaking herself awake.

“She’s awake?” She questions almost dumbly, wanting to make sure she heard him correctly.

Mr. Mitchell responds with a half smile and a singular nod of his head. “Yes, Chloe. She’s asking for you.”

Following Beca’s father down the long hospital corridor is almost as terrifying as the time she’d waited between those phone calls. Chloe doesn’t know what to expect, she doesn’t want to see her best friend hooked up to tubes and machines, but the idea of not seeing her is only more upsetting, so she follows in silence, straightening out her crinkled shirt on the way. The colorful stripes feel so out of place against the crisp white walls, but Chloe isn’t thinking about that. She isn’t thinking about anything. Only Beca.

Once they reach the correct room, Mr. Mitchell slowly pushes open the door. “Delivery for you, Bec,” he jokes in a light, gentle tone, stepping aside to motion Chloe inside. A part of her is still scared to look, though it’s impossible for her gaze not to immediately train itself on Beca, clad in her hospital gown and propped up in an admittedly uncomfortable looking bed.

“Mom and I will be in the family room with the girls,” Mr. Mitchell announces. “If you need anything, you just have Chloe come get us, okay?”

Beca nods, and her father disappears, leaving the two of them alone.

It takes a moment for Chloe to step forward, to finally find her voice. She doesn’t mean for it to sound so choked up once she does, so small and pathetic, but she can’t help herself.

“Hi,” she just above whispers, familiar tears prickling the backs of her eyes. She glances briefly to the tubes and the wires, but her main focus is Beca. It’s those eyes, the way they stare back at her, the way Chloe can see a film of clear liquid welling up beneath her lids. “How are you feeling?”

“Hey, no. Stop,” Beca soothes, reaching out a hand from beneath the thin blanket. Her voice sounds croaky and sore, the same way it had when they’d spoken on the phone. “I’m fine, okay? The doctors said I’m going to be just fine. You don’t need to cry, Chlo.”

Her feet are moving much too slowly for her liking. It’s almost like she’s afraid to get too close, like she’s acting cautiously, but soon her hand is touching Beca’s, and she feels that familiar feeling of crooked fingers wrapping around her own, exactly the way they’re supposed to.

“Why didn’t you tell me you needed help, Becs?” She asks, her own voice sounding so broken and pathetic in her ears. There are fresh tears sliding down her cheeks, though Chloe doesn’t see the point in wiping them away. She has a feeling they’d only be replaced in a matter of seconds.

Chloe lowers into the chair positioned beside the bed, her hand clutching tightly onto the other girl’s. “You called me, and I was right there, and you didn’t tell me.” There’s a kind of pleading to her words, though she knows it won’t do anything now. They can’t change the past, after all. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

The way Beca laughs quietly is almost unbelievable to Chloe. Then again, it makes sense. That’s Beca’s defense mechanism when something’s too much for her to handle, so Chloe chooses not to draw attention to the tear slipping slowly down the brunette’s cheek, and just lets her have her moment.

“What was I supposed to say?”

“You were supposed to ask for help,” Chloe presses, her frustration diluted by the sadness in her voice, the tears still streaming freely down her face.

“And you helped me, didn’t you?” There’s a kindness to Beca’s sad eyes, one that makes Chloe feel so coddled, so protected. It seems stupid really. Beca is the one in the hospital bed, Beca is the one who has been fighting for her life, yet Chloe is the one who needs the reassurance. “Look where I am. I’m right here, I’m okay.”

“But what if you weren’t?” The words leave Chloe’s lips amidst quiet sobs now, her hand gripping a little more tightly onto the other girl’s, as if she’s scared of either of them letting go. Beca only strengthens her grip in return. “What if you’d...”

She still can’t bring herself to say it.

It seems to pain her a little bit, judging by the scrunched up expression on her face as she shifts over slightly in the bed, but Beca turns to face her, other hand reaching over to gently cup her own. “I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t want you to be afraid.”

“Beca, I’ve been terrified this whole time. I didn’t want to... I don’t want to lose you. I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“And you think you’re gonna?” Although her voice is hoarse, eyes still streaming, there’s a lighter tone to Beca’s voice, an almost playful one. It’s one that Chloe recognizes, one that comforts her beyond reason. “Dude, I was stabbed two days ago and I’m still here. I’m still with you. Nothing’s going to change that, Chlo.”

“But why did you call me? You could’ve called the cops, or an ambulance or... Or anything.”

Usually, Beca is so guarded, she isn’t so free with her words. But maybe it’s the whole near death experience thing, maybe it’s opened her up a little bit, because she sounds so strong and so sure, in spite of her gentle volume, as she answers Chloe’s question.

“Because I really thought that was it, you know? I thought I was gone. And I didn’t want the last voice I heard to be some emergency services person who I didn’t even understand. I wanted it to be you.”

Chloe has so many questions. So many more questions. But as her gaze locks with Beca’s, as blue eyes meet that beautiful, familiar gray, she has all of the answers she needs, at least for right now.

One hand moves away from her own, though the other remains clutched tightly, and Beca flicks away the tears falling down her cheeks. “You know I was serious, right? What I told you?”

Chloe just stares, vision blurred by her salty tears. She doesn’t say anything, she just stares, just waits for her to go on.

“This is harder to say to your face,” Beca laughs softly under her breath, swiping away a fresh tear before it gets the chance to fall. “If I hadn’t gotten the chance to tell you... You know... That. I don’t know what-- Well, I just know it would’ve sucked.”

She doesn’t feel like laughing. Her heart is racing harder than she thinks it ever has done before, and she’s still so upset, so devastated about the thought of losing the one person she can’t even imagine her life without, but Chloe can’t help the quiet, barely audible laugh that falls from her lips in response. It would’ve sucked. It’s just such a Beca thing to say.

It takes a moment for her to find her feet again, but Chloe eventually stands from the seat, shuffling closer to the hospital bed. There’s room for her to perch down on the edge, so she does, being careful not to touch or dislodge any of the wires sticking out of only God knows where.

Her free hand rises to gently push stray strands of mousy hair from Beca’s forehead, and Chloe tucks them neatly behind her ear, blue eyes studying that familiar face. There’s a silence around them, save for the sounds of the machines doing their job, but it’s not uncomfortable. If anything, it feels almost natural.

“You know that you didn’t have to be in that situation to tell me, right? You could’ve just told me.”

The brunette shrugs her shoulder lamely, an almost apologetic smile sent in Chloe’s direction. “Yeah, well. It just seemed more romantic that way.” The teasing tone to her voice causes Chloe to roll her tired eyes, though her prior anger has subsided, and all she can feel is grateful. Her heart is racing for a whole different reason now.

“You know I love my romcoms,” she responds in her own small, playful tone, the words pulling a faint smile from the girl propped up in the bed before her.

“And your horror movies.”

“Those too.”

The air has changed between them now. It’s not cautious or filled with sheer terror the way it had been only moments ago when Chloe had walked into the room with no idea what to expect. It’s comfortable now, it’s the same way it usually is between them. Of course, neither is usually laid up in a hospital bed recovering from an almost fatal stab wound, but it’s... It’s comfortable.

Chloe’s tongue flicks out over the part in her dry lips, and she watches the other girl for a moment, studies her expression. She takes in the way her eyes still shine so brightly in spite of everything, the way her hair is messy and wavy as it flows over her shoulders. She takes in everything Beca Mitchell, everything she’d been so terrified she’d never get to see again.

“So what do we do now?” Chloe finally asks, voice calm and quiet. It’s like they’re talking in private, sharing secrets that they’ve held so closely for the longest time, secrets they only want to share with each other.

“I don’t know,” Beca admits, bottom lip sucking in between her teeth. “I guess that’s something we can figure out together.”

“You’re right,” the redhead agrees, gaze never leaving the other girl’s face. Her tears have stopped finally, and it seems that Beca’s have, too. “We’ll figure it out together.”

Beca nods into the comfortable quiet.

“And Becs?”

Gray eyes move up to meet with her own. “Yeah?”

A small silence follows, though there’s no hesitation. Chloe is just grateful that she’s here, that they’re both here, and that she can finally speak the words she’s wanted to for so long now. Things can be at peace.

“I love you, too.”

[thelazyeye]

hey idk if you're taking requests right now but if you are could you write something about one of them getting their wisdom teeth taken out (being high af after lol) and the other taking care of them? either way thank u and you're a great writer !!

First, THANK YOU SO MUCH AHHHH. 

I don’t know if you wanted a prompt or a drabble, but you got a whole ass mini fic out of me, so I hope you’re happy :P  I love this prompt super much, thank you for sending it in!!!

Read here or below the cut!

Richie was…. A handful to say the least. When Eddie offered to take him up on being his Little Nurse, he didn’t expect it to be a full-time job. Richie had come to him practically begging to be taken care of. Oh please, Eds, please. I couldn’t possibly trust anyone else with my life. You’re my nurse! You always take care of me! Please, please help me!

God, what a fool he’d been.

Richie’s wisdom teeth removal had gone off without a problem, despite Richie’s constant yammering about how he would surely meet his maker in that operation room. Now, he’s currently positioned in the front seat of Eddie’s car with his head lolled against the window and gauze bandages stuffed in his mouth.

Getting him out of the hospital had been… a process to say the least. He flirted with everything in sight, but mostly Eddie. Eddie pretended not to notice the way Richie was making grabby hands at him more than the nurses, or how his droll always seemed to fall in Eddie’s direction. He tried even harder not to notice how Richie asked for the nurses’ numbers. He tried not to notice anything because everything made him uncomfortable. And that was what he tried not to notice most of all.

That was another thing, too. Drool is a loose term. It was more like opaque blood. The doctor had to hand Eddie a barf bag and guide him through some breathing techniques so he didn’t have a full-blown panic attack. He doesn’t even have wisdom teeth, why the hell didn’t anyone warn him how disgusting it would be?

“’eh, Eh-duh,” Richie’s muffled voice effectively shakes Eddie from his thoughts. He glances over to find Richie facing him, cheeks swollen out like a chipmunks and eyes completely glazed over, “Ah luh yuh.”

“I love you, too, Richie,” Eddie says back, turning back and keeping his eyes on the road. He does love Richie, but right now he can hardly look at him. It’s a mixture of the gross way Richie’s facial fluids are falling out of him and the way his heart seems to shake in his chest.

Why the fuck is this happening now, of all times? Richie has been nothing but annoying since they left the hospital. Eds, can we get Planet Smoothie? Eds, can we get ice cream? Eds, can you hold my hand?

Eddie struck down each and every one of Richie’s outlandish requests – except the hand holding one, but that was only because he had to practically carry Richie into his car.

Richie doesn’t respond. He just turns back to the window and watches their neighborhood pass them by. Eddie can see Richie’s house in the distance but he wants to turn around, circle the block a few more times before he has to help Richie up and into his bedroom. He doesn’t want to feel the way his skin lights on fire when Richie touches him. He doesn’t care for the way his breath quickens or how his heart speeds up. 

Fuck all of this, honestly.

Eddie doesn’t have time to consider circling the block in a serious way because Richie starts yelling, “Ho, ho!” which Eddie can only assume means ‘home’ through the gauze in his mouth.

He begrudgingly pulls into the driveway and cuts the engine, “Alright Richie, ready for bed?”

Richie, thank god, opts for a nod instead of spitting more bloody fluid over the dashboard of his car and Eddie gets out and goes around to help him. He can’t ignore the way Richie leans into him when he reaches across Richie’s waist to unbuckle the seatbelt.

“Alright, up and at ‘em,” he grunts as he grabs Richie’s arm and hoists him out of the car. Richie practically flops like a ragdoll into Eddie and sends them both stumbling onto the driveway. “C’mon, Rich, I need you to work with me here.”

Richie doesn’t.

He makes getting inside as hard as it could possibly be and Eddie is sweating by the time they’re up to the second level of the house. He’s huffing and grunting and Richie is fucking giggling like an idiot the entire fucking time. Once they’re inside, Eddie all but tosses Richie’s limp body onto the bed.

“Fuck you, Rich,” He murmurs as he leans down to untie each converse and slip them off Richie’s feet. He pays little attention to the way Richie shifts and moves on the bedspread until he hears Richie’s voice, clear as day even through the heavy medication.

“My Eds is so good to me. I’m so lucky to have such a kind, perfect boy –”

“Richie, your gauze, you need to put it back in!”

“– There’s no one I’d rather have here in my room with me. God, I love him so much. I wish he knew –”

“Hey, stop, come on!”

If Richie hears him, he certainly pays zero attention to the way Eddie chastises him. His eyes are closed and his brows are furrowed in what looks like either a look of real concentration or pain. Maybe both. Probably both, considering he just had four rather large teeth ripped out of his skull.

“– He has no idea. No clue. My Eds, so smart and wonderful and silly and stupid. No – wait. That’s me. I’m stupid.”

Concern floods Eddie’s system as he stands up on his knees and leans towards Richie. “Whoa, Rich. What are you talking about?”

“My Eds,” Richie fully whines into the bed. His eyes are still clenched up but Eddie swears he can see tears forming at the corners. “He doesn’t love me!”

“Richie, hey, no way. He totally loves you. He’s your best friend. He loves you lots,” Eddie coos. He smooths his hand over Richie’s back in an attempt to calm him but it only seems to work him up further.

“No! No, he doesn’t!” He kicks his feet out like a petulant child and Eddie has to move slightly closer to the top of the bed to avoid being struck.

“He does, Richie. I promise you.” Eddie brings his hand up to Richie’s hair and digs his fingers into the scalp in that gentle way he knows Richie loves. Richie’s distress is alarming and it’s burrowing into Eddie’s own. He can’t stand to see Richie like this, upset because of something relating to Eddie. Eddie never wants to be that. He never wants to cause Richie distress and upset and sadness. He only wants to be happiness and love and – and. Fucking hell he wants to be love. “Sh, it’s okay.”

“He doesn’t and I’m so stupid for wanting him to!” Richie sobs. His chest shakes and Eddie can see blood starting to come out of his mouth with the motion. Eddie knows he needs to get that gauze back into Richie’s mouth but his desperate need to console Richie overpowers that. “I love him and I want him to love me and that makes me stupid.” Richie’s voice calms down from a manic cry to a slurred lull. His body begins to still and Eddie just sits there and stares at Richie. The room goes completely silent, neither of them so much as breathing until Richie whispers, “I’m so, so in love with him and he doesn’t even know it.”

What?

Richie loves him? Richie’s in love with him? What the actual fuck?

Eddie doesn’t reply. He doesn’t move, fingers stilled in Richie’s hair and eyes glued to the wall next to the bed. He says like that for five, maybe ten minutes. Long enough for Richie to fall asleep and his tears to dry on his face. Long enough for Richie to snore slightly, drool and blood collecting on his pillow case and – fuck. Eddie’s going to need to clean that up.

Eddie’s going to need to clean all of this up, isn’t he?

[qeterqujll]

lovely p.2; you continue to grow and learn that touch isn’t always something used to do harm. based on lovely by billie eilish (part 1) (part 2)

characters: loki x reader

warnings: fluff, mentions of torture

a/n: i might just turn this into a drabble series because i’m loving it so far. i have some angst planned for it so i guess this is an early warning.

Touch became something very different to you after you were able to hold Loki’s hand. Of course, for everyone else things stayed the same and being in contact with anyone other than Loki sent you spiraling, but with Loki things were easier. It almost became necessary for both of you to be in contact with one another. It was your lifeline, keeping you from spiraling into your memories of HYDRA and the reasons you became so afraid of contact in the first place. Loki’s touch was safe and warm and everything you imagined it to be when you would dream of your life without HYDRA.

Still, your relationship with Loki started slow, much slower than either of you would have liked because anything more when you weren’t ready would have sent you back to square one, afraid of everything having to do with physical contact.

During the first few weeks after you’d first been reintroduced to touch, you had restricted yourself to contact being limited to your hands. Loki would leave his next to you on the couch when you sat together, an invitation but not a command, open to your decision.

His touches, soft and so uncharacteristic from all of the things you’d heard about him, left you craving so much more. It left you craving what Tony and Pepper had: a relationship. A real future without all of the baggage weighing you down, blocking you from anything even resembling the kind of future that they have ahead of them. They’re trying for children now, engaged and happier than anyone you had ever seen. You didn’t even know if you and Loki were close friends or if it was okay to label whatever was between you as something else.

But thinking about labels only made you panic. It only made you wonder if you were leaving Loki unsatisfied every time you told him that you might want to try something new, and then backing away right before you touched him. It made you wonder how long it would be before he left, having had enough of you and your fears and your brokenness.

But you had to remind yourself that he was broken too. You were helping each other, and despite what you told yourself, the others informed you that they had seen something change in Loki since the two of you had been together.

And after the initial fear wore off and you realized that Loki would never hurt you, never do what HYDRA did to you for so many years, you were able to let go of your fear. He proved that he would provide you with nothing but safety time and time again.

It was late. Late enough that everyone else had gone to bed, leaving you and Loki on one of the couches watching a movie that neither of you had ever seen but that you had been forced to watch. You didn’t even realize that you were falling asleep, but it wasn’t until your head landed on Loki’s shoulder that you felt that jolt of panic rush through you. The contact was unexpected and almost sent you careening into a rush of panicked breaths and strangled sobs, but you felt his arm reach across your shoulders carefully, waiting for an objection to the actions. He could feel how tense you were against him, and he left room for you to back away, but you didn’t. These touches, soft and careful, were nothing like the ones that had been used to experiment on you and torture you. No, these were different. Where those meant danger and pain, these meant comfort and safety.

You took a few minutes to gather your thoughts and steady your breathing. He took your consistent, even breaths as a sign that you were okay and let his arm fall to rest on your shoulder, and moments later his thumb was rubbing soft circles on your shoulder, sending you back into a hazy state of sleep.

Things got easier after that.

“Do you want more than this?”

It had been months since you met Loki, months since you’d begun developing feelings for him. It had taken you months to get this far, but you lay next to him on his bed, head resting on his chest wrapped loosely in his arms. You can’t help the swell of pride that you feel. The fact that you have come so far in such a short amount of time, from not being able to handle contact with anyone to laying in bed with someone you truly care about is something you never could have dreamed of a few months ago.

Loki glances at you, shifting on the bed to look down at you from his position against the headboard.

“I want what you want, darling,” he says softly, raising his hand towards your cheek and brushing away a loose strand of hair from your face, “whatever you need.”

“What do you want?” you persist, sitting up enough so that you can really look at him and make sure he sees how important this is. So far, everything had been one sided. You had to take things at your own pace and you rarely asked him what he wanted, so focused on getting past your fear that you almost felt selfish that it had taken you so long to ask him about his wants.

“I want this,” he mutters, “what we have right now. I don’t need anything else. Don’t worry about me, love.”

“Are you happy?” you ask him carefully, almost afraid of what the answer will be. It hadn’t occurred to you that he may just be with you to help you heal. That this isn’t as real as you’d hoped it was. 

“Darling, I have lived much longer than most,” he chuckles, arm tightening around you waist, pulling you closer with a grin, “I have never been happier then I am right now, with you.”

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

I love the way you write Bucky - maybe a drabble with an OFC would be fun? Something sweet? :)

Kittens and Connection

Pairing: Bucky x OFC  |  Word Count: 2465 (my drabble got away from me)

Warnings: Fluff and a little angst with a pinch of smexy

“What the hell was that?“ Bucky murmured as he paused in the opening of the alley he’d been passing.  When the sound came a second time, he took a tentative step into the dingy space and frowned.

It sounded like a baby but who would leave a baby here? 

He got closer to the dumpster and realized the soft crying was coming from beneath it. Panic filled him, and he jumped into action, shoving the dumpster out of the way. “Oh, thank god,” he sighed when he realized it was only a couple of kittens. But his relief was short lived when the pile of rags they were crawling over turned out to be the thin, grungy body of what had once been their mother. 

“Poor things,” he sighed, wondering what to do now. It was far too cold for them to be out here alone, and they were much too young to survive by themselves. The only thing he could think to do was take them to the vet’s office he passed on his walk every day.

Bucky pulled his scarf from his throat and wrapped it around the two kittens before tucking them into his chest and heading out of the alley. It was a quick walk in biting wind with the snow just starting to fall until he was pushing into the heat and warmth of the brightly lit but tiny office space.

“Hi, sorry I‘m just getting ready to close up so unless this is an emergency, I’m afraid you’ll have to come back tomorrow,” said the woman in the white coat.

Her shock of short cropped pink hair gave Bucky pause. “Uh… are you the doc?”

“I am.” She turned around and seemed to startle at the sight of him. 

He felt the same about her. She was beautiful but so different looking. There was a tattoo on her neck, paw prints which descended from behind her ear and more peaking out from the collar of her button-up shirt. Her hair spiked up on top of her head but was close-cropped on the sides and a vibrant dark pink, a ring pierced her left eyebrow, and a stud her nose. She wore copious rings and had lavender painted nails. 

He swallowed the lump in this throat and held out the squirming bundle. “I found these guys in an alley. Their ma didn’t make it.”

“Oh!” Her entire demeanour changed from wary uncertainty to concerned animal lover in an instant. “Room one.” She pointed. “Just let me get the door.”

Bucky headed into the exam room and set the kittens down on the steel table. They meowed pitifully, prompting him to scratch the white one behind its ear, and the orange one under its chin.

They looked young, but not so young they would need round the clock care. Both seemed abnormally thin, scruffy, and filthy, but they purred and scampered closer to climb with their tiny claws up his coat. “Hey. What’s the big idea, huh? No bigger than a flea and attacking someone bigger than you?” he chuckled softly and shook his head. “Should call you Punk and Rogers. You’re just like little Steve.”

“Oh, good! You’re going to keep them. I wondered,” the doc said as she walked in and shut the door behind her.

“Huh!” Bucky gasped.

“Well, you named them. That’s usually a good indicator of someone willing to keep what they’ve rescued.” She sidled up beside him and cooed as she tapped her fingernails on the table and drew the orange kitten to pounce on her hand. “I’m Lark Waverly, by the way, resident vet and clinic owner.” She smiled at him even as she bowled the kitten to its back.

“Uh… Buck-Bucky,” he almost squeaked.

“Well, Buck-Bucky, were your parents also bird lovers?”

“Huh?”

Her eyes were full of laughter. “Buck-Buck… buccaw?”

The chicken noise had a smirk twitching his lips even as pink burned his cheeks. “Cute, doll. It’s James, actually, but I go by Bucky.”

“Ah, so it’s my stunning good looks which made you stammer?” she quipped as she picked up the kitchen and looked it over.

“Somethin’ along those lines, yeah.”

She flashed him a brilliant grin and changed kittens. “So, James who goes by Bucky, you found them in an alley?”

“Yeah. Huddled up with their mom.”

Lark, for he could no longer think of her as the doc when her name fit her to a T, tsked sadly. “Poor babies. Good thing you found them. It’s cold enough out there they wouldn’t have made it through the night.” She worked in silence for a few minutes before giving a definitive nod. “You’ve got two rather thin but moderately healthy little boys. They need a bath and to fill their bellies, but I’d estimate them to be eight weeks. We’ll put them on soft food, deal with the filth and fleas, and see how they do.”

She shrugged out of her lab coat, and Bucky blinked at her left arm. Her shirt might be a button up, but it had no sleeves leaving her arm bare for viewing. The entire thing was covered in abstract ink with feathers and pretty birds.

“Wow,” he murmured before he could stop himself.

“I like my ink,” she said, throwing him a wink. “Roll up your sleeves, chicken man. Let’s get these two bathed, and I’ll get you what you need to get them started so we can both head home before the storm gets worse.”

“Uh…” Bucky hesitated but she arched a sleek dark brow, and he found himself shrugging out of his jacket under the don’t make me make you glare. He reached for the white kitten, the one he decided was Punk, only to have Lark’s breath catch.

“Oh, I see. Is that going to be a problem? Can you get it wet?” she asked, touching his hand when he pulled the glove off.

“You don’t have a clue who I am, do you?” Bucky asked, a smirk twitching his lips as he pushed the sleeve to his elbow, revealing more of his arm.

She frowned for a minuted, looked from his hand to the arm slowly being revealed and her eyes grew round. “My god… Bucky Barnes. Well, shit.”

Not quite the reaction he was hoping for, Bucky watched her pick up Rogers and take him to the sink where she began to run what he expected was warm water into the basin. “Is… am I… is this a problem?” he asked quietly, knowing a lot of people didn’t like or trust him still, even after all he’d done to prove he wasn’t that guy anymore. “I can take them somewhere else.”

Her head whipped around, a bright blush colouring her face. “No! I mean, it’s fine. They’re fine. You’re… f-fine.” Embarrassment seemed to flood her features and make her even more red-faced.

Arching a brow, Bucky picked up Punk and moved around the table to join her at the sink. Her hands shook as she reached for the bottle of shampoo above her, stretching up on her toes, and Bucky realized how short she was. Her fingertips just brushed the container, and he reached up and took it down for her.

“Hey… uh, I’m not gonna hurt you, dollface. If my being here is making you nervous, I can go wait out there.”

She snatched the bottle from his hand, twisted the water off with the other, and slammed the container down on the counter causing the two kittens to scamper toward him in fear. Lark instantly soothed their anxious mews with soft apologies and more of her quiet cooing, a sound which had parts of Bucky perking up in the same fashion as Rogers’ ears. 

“No, I’m sorry. It’s just… OMG, I’m such an idiot. You’re going to run for the hills,” she sighed and rubbed at her forehead. 

“Not much out there can make me rabbit, sweetheart,” Bucky chuckled. “Just spit it out.”

She picked up Rogers and put him in the sink, slowly cupping water over him by hand as he protested loudly. “You’re… kind of my hero,” she whispered. “It’s stupid, and you probably hear it all the time, but your story, how you came back from what Hydra did to you, it got me through a tough time in my life. Real tough. So tough that my first tattoo was this one.” She shook water from her fingers and tugged the collar of her shirt to the side, revealing a portion of a logo Bucky knew all too well above her left breast. 

“Howling Commando’s, huh?”

“Yeah.” She went back to bathing the kitten trying to claw its way out of the sink. “Seriously abusive relationship. There’s a reason I’ve got a sleeve full of tattoos. I’m better now. Hearing about your life and what you went through, how hard Captain Rogers,” she paused and smirked at the kitten before continuing,  “fought to help you, it reminded me there were people in my life who would help me if I only asked. So I asked, and they got me out, and he went to jail, and now I’m here, living the life I want because a man like you was brave enough to sit down with a reporter and talk about his experiences as a Hydra pawn. You, Bucky Barnes, saved my life. I just never expected to get to tell you so in person.” She sighed as she rinsed the shampoo out of the little orange guy’s fur. “And now I’ve probably made you super uncomfortable. I’ll understand if you want to find a new vet.”

Bucky couldn’t seem to find his tongue. He took another look, a harder look, at her arm and realized the reason her tattoo was so abstract was to hide the thick scars embedded in her skin. Circles from burns and jagged lines as if someone had sliced her open with a serrated blade. No, he knew it was a serrated blade. He knew knives and the damage they did to soft, delicate flesh. He knew the circles were likely where the asshole had put out cigarettes on her skin, yet, there she stood, looking shy and embarrassed and completely uncertain when only a few minutes ago she’d been full of spunk and sass.

“Is that why you startled when you saw me? Because I reminded you of… him?”

“No. Not at all. You’re just a big guy. He was a big guy, but he would never have come in dripping water, holding an orphaned pair of kittens. Maybe for a second, I had a moment of damn, but that’s just knee-jerk reaction to big guys wandering in my door when I’m alone.” She never bothered to look up as she wrapped Rogers in a towel and handed him to Bucky to dry off before starting the same treatment with Punk.

“So I don’t make you uncomfortable?”

“Oh, you make me uncomfortable,” she muttered. “Just not because you scare me.”

A smirk turned up his lips. “So… if I was to ask you out to dinner, would that help or make it worse?”

Her head finally lifted, and she levelled him a stare with her warm chocolate eyes. “Both.”

He chuckled softly and gently touched her cheek. “I think you’re the most unique woman I’ve ever met. I’d really like to get to know you better.”

A smile curled her lips. “Do you have a fetish for hero worship, Buck-Bucky?” she asked, the woman full of sass returning. 

“Hero worship? Nah. But a woman with a mouth on her… yeah, I can get behind that.”

“Mmm,” she purred, and her eyes turned sultry. “How kinky for an old guy.”

He belted out a laugh. “Cheeky dame!”

“So… dinner?” she smirked.

“Yeah, darlin’, and if you’re a good girl, I may even give you dessert.”

She finished with Punk and began drying him off as well. “I figured you would have figured out by now, chicken man, that I’m no angel.”

“A devil can still be good when she wants to be,” he crooned stepping closer.

“Some of us were just born to be bad,” she teased, also stepping closer until only the two kittens separated them. 

“I could get behind that too, baby,” he purred, returning his hand to her cheek but sliding it around to cup the base of her skull. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been so attracted to a woman before and found his gaze locked with her lush, unpainted mouth.

“You keep talking like that, we may not make dinner,” she murmured. “How’s a girl to concentrate when you keep bringing up her favourite position?”

“Damn, darlin’,” Bucky growled and dipped his head down to taste that wicked, tantalizing mouth, only to have his phone ring and break him out of the lust induced haze he’d been wrapped in. “Fuck,” he hissed and released her to dig for his phone.

Growling at the call display, he answered it with a, “What do you want, Punk?”

“Where the hell are you? How hard is it to go get the beer?” Steve huffed.

“I got…” he smirked at Lark, “distracted.”

“Well, hurry up! We’re not holding the movie for you forever!” Steve paused before an exasperated sigh reverberated in his ear. “You met a girl, didn’t you?”

“Rescued a couple of sweet cats,” Bucky snickered. 

“Yeah? You need help?” Steve was suddenly all business.  

“Nah, I got it handled. A civilian assisted in their rescue.”

“Really?” Steve sounded impressed.

“Yeah. I’ll be back later. Start the movie and tell Stark to order in the beer.” Bucky hung up before Steve could ask any more questions. “How about that dinner, doc?”

“Well,” her eyes twinkled, “these two really should dry out before you take them home. We could always order a pizza.”

“Pizza’s good. Then,” he stepped back into her space, “maybe we can discuss these bad girl qualities of yours.”

Her brow arched, her smile turned wicked, and she sauntered away toward the back rooms of the clinic. “Maybe we can. After all, I live right upstairs.”

“Damn,” Bucky wheezed and looked down at Rogers. “I don’t care what Stark says. I’m keeping you two furballs.” They’d brought him to Lark, and he was already feeling the strong pull of his heart in her direction. 

When she leaned back around the corner and smiled at him, he knew he wasn’t the only one. “Coming, Sergeant?”

“Yeah, darlin’.” If he had his way, they both would be by the end of the night.

-The End -

[vobomon]

a short drabble for my vampire!Ryo AU based on an scenario I had in mind about Ryo transforming into his pseudo-devilman form for the first time

this is the fourth part to my vampire!Ryo AU drabble please read the first part, the second part, and the third part if you haven’t

“But there is no logical reason for that; its impossible!”

Ryo did his best to deny Akira’s claim... but the expression of shock etched on his face betrayed the words coming out of his mouth. Instead Ryo went to grab his left ear, unsure if this phenomenon had effected both his ears. He felt his heart drop as a furry sensation met his fingertips. 

Akira was right; it was fur. And it was both his ears.

Ryo’s mind began to race as he entered a full blown panic. Sweat dripped down his face, his heart felt like it was beating a million miles a minute.

Was it really possible? Could this crazy and absurd scheme actually produce some results? The idea of that happening was utterly terrifying. Because if he actually could transform... if he actually did end up transforming... that would mean he’d have to face the reality that he truly wasn’t human anymore.

Imagining a scenario like that; it made him feel like his whole world was crumbling around him. And Ryo wasn’t ready to face that.

Unfortunately, his body didn’t seem to care about whether he was ready or not. The process had already started.

The sudden sensation of his hands going numb took him back to reality. He could only watch in horror as his fingers began to extend much further than they should ever be able to humanly be able to. His pinkie, on the other hand, was slowly moving away from the rest of his fingers. It was migrating downward his hand and closer to his wrist.

Ryo took his eyes off his hands for only a moment to share a glance with Akira, who was watching dumbfounded. It was possible that while this scheme had been thought up by Akira, he may not have expected it to work neither. 

And yet, here they both were... slowly watching Ryo’s body change right before their eyes.

Flaps of skin began to extend from Ryo’s arms, ending half way down the arm, where his pinkie finally had stopped. The rest of his fingers had stopped elongating but his pinkie was still going-  lengthening with the rest of the skin flaps now.

Ryo’s attention was diverted to his backside now, as the sound of his pants ripping met his newly sensitiveness ears.

“What the hell...” he muttered under his breath as he glanced to see a long pointed appendage swaying to and fro. He attempted to grab hold of the appendage but it evaded his grip.

“Dude, that’s a fucking tail!” 

Oh, Akira is an absolute joy to have around sometimes.

But in fact, he was right. The appendage was a tail. 

Ryo thought it looked oddly similar to a traditional demon’s tail. One that you might see a kid wearing during Halloween. This small image was a brief distraction from his panicking thoughts.

But as the next sensation of numbness hit him, he began to sweat further. His anxiety was quickly sky-rocketing especially when he realized that the numbing was centered on his feet. He began to wobble. He was losing balance.

“Ryo? What’s wrong?” Akira called over to him, but he couldn’t answer. He had to focus on staying still.

He held up his arms in a desperate attempt to stay upright but it was no use. His toes lengthened and he fell onto his hands and knees. A loud popping sound signified that his legs and hips had already shifted into new areas, fitting of a creature on four legs rather than two.  

By this point, Akira had run over and gotten on the ground with him. Ryo’s gaze shifted upwards to see... wait a minute, was Akira crying?

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t actually think this would work! I wanted to try it because I thought it would be nice if we could fight demons together but-” he sniffled and used the chance to take a quick breath.

“Now look at you... I don’t know what’s happening to you. And this is all my fault.” Akira closed his eyes and continued to weep. 

But that was when he felt his hand interlaced with another hand- abet one that had much longer fingers and claws. Akira opened his eyes to see that Ryo was sitting on his knees now, his hand holding onto Akira’s own hand.

“P-please don’t cry...” 

It was obvious that Ryo was beginning to struggle with speaking. By this point, his face had begun to shift. He was still recognizable as Ryo but his face had begun to point outward akin to a muzzle.

“If it weren’t for you-” He coughed, his voice beginning to change to fit his shifting body. “I would be dead.” His voice was quickly becoming rougher and the pitch was deepening. 

“So I owe my life to you, do I not?”

A small growl escaped his mouth as another body part began to transform. Ryo began to squeeze Akira’s hand as large wings started to poke their way out of his back. Distracting himself from the pain, Ryo turned his attention back to Akira. 

“I should have told you this a long time ago... but you shouldn’t blame yourself for what happened. You are not at fault-- AH!” The wings on Ryo’s back finally pushed their way completely through. He cursed under his breath at the sharp pain but he felt much better that the pressure was finally released.

By this point, most of Ryo’s body was transformed. His clothes were merely rags that were sticking to his body. It was hard to recognize him as human. Ryo shivered slightly as he felt the prickle of fur growing all over him. 

“Excuse me for a moment.” It was embarrassing to undress himself, even more so that he was doing it in front of Akira. But he had to because there was little reason to keep the clothes on now that he was growing fur.

The clothes were thrown to the side, right as various coats of white and yellow erupted all over Ryo’s body. Small patches of black fur graced Ryo’s ears and tail. 

After the fur had grown, it seemed like the changes were finally slowing down. Ryo took this moment to turn his attention back to Akira. His friend still sat where he’d left him. Ryo walked over to him, already getting the hang out of walking on his hands and feet.

“Honestly... I never thought this would work either. But I wanted to try it for you.”

Ryo quickly went silent, feeling that familiar numbing sensation in his face now. It was coming. The last part of his transformation. 

He had to hurry. There was no telling if he might still have his humanity after this was all finished.

“Akira, I need you to know!”

Here it comes.

“No matter what I turn into!”

There was no stopping it now.

“I’ll always be your best friend, Ryo Asuka!”

He watched as his face pulled forward further than he thought that it could ever go. His nose flattened and took on a triangle like shape. More white fur covered what used to be his human skin. The final touch was the mane of fur that grew from his hair and extended down his neck.

It was over. Standing before Akira was some kind of bat-like monster. Its wings folded against its back. It huffed, breathing in the cold night air.

Two pupil-less light blue eyes blinked back at Akira, watching him intently. But Akira could not move-- still in shock at the sudden statement and out of fear that the creature in front of him might not be his friend any longer. So when the creature moved closer to Akira, he couldn’t help but finally ask.

“Ryo? Are you still in there?”

A few seconds of silence seemed to bring ominous connotations.  And then, a response. 

“Holy shit, Akira. Do you feel this way every time you transform?”

Akira practically tackled the creature known as Ryo as he ran to hug him. He buried his face into Ryo’s fur and let the tears flow. “I thought I’d lost you.” 

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” 

“I’m just so happy that you’re okay.”

Ryo smiled, as well as he could with the mouth he had now. “Okay well since I’m alive, there’s no need to keep the waterworks going.” Taking the opportunity, Ryo walked back over to where the remains of his pants lay. Fumbling around for a bit, he was able to take out one of his cigarettes and a lighter.

He brought it over and sat down next to Akira.  Akira took hold of Ryo, content to keep burying his face in Ryo’s fur. 

It was tricky to do it with his abnormally long fingers but finally Ryo was able to light his cigarette. He took a drag from it. 

“So... I guess I’m not human any more, huh?” From below, he heard a muffled voice answer. “But its like you said, Ryo. No matter what ever form you are... you’ll still be my buddy, Ryo.” 

Ryo chuckled. “I suppose you’re right.”

“You bet I’m right! No matter who you are or what you turn into-- you’ll always be Ryo Asuka... and that will never change.” 

Neither said anything for the rest of the night. Instead Akira fell asleep cuddling into Ryo’s fur meanwhile Ryo stayed awake for the rest of the night smoking. 

The only light that could be seen in the park were the embers from his cigarette. And eventually, even those had gone out by morning. 

[nikokova]

Spirit Animal au drabbles part 2

part 1

Here’s part two of my mediocre writing, enjoy

Moxiety:

These two I feel like would sort of know each other, but not closely. Due to Virgil feeling like he’s a bother, and Patton not wanting to scare Virgil by how clingy he is. They have a couple classes together at college. Virgil works part-time at a post office while Patton works part-time at a daycare center.

On Patton’s 20th birthday he wakes up to a small purple bunny sleeping on the pillow next to him. He tries to conceal his squeal since he knows soulmates and their spirit animals sleep at the same time. Meaning that if you wake up one, you wake the other. He stays put until it wakes up a couple minutes later, and basically won't stop talking until the bunny interrupts him with the riddle.

I start with ‘P’ and end with ‘E’, but I have thousands of letters

It takes him a while, and Google, to figure out that it’s a post office. He jumps out of bed and gets ready as fast as he can.

Virgil was not ecstatic that he’s going to meet his soulmate at work. Especially because he doesn’t want them to cause him any trouble. Not that he thinks his soulmate would do something on purpose, but because he worries all the time. Virgil is working in the back sorting letters when his co-worker Valerie calls him up front. When he gets there she says that someone was looking for him, she moves out of the way to show a shorter boy with curly bright red hair (sorry not sorry I’m obsessed with curly redheaded Patton). With a pulling feeling in his chest, he recognizes the boy as Patton.

“Hey,” he smiles,

“You know I had a friend who tried to apply here, they wouldn't letter,” Patton said, Virgil rolled his eyes. “They said you can only work here if your mail”

“You're such a dork.” Virgil let out a chuckle

Logicality:

These two have never met. Logan is a 22-year-old doctor who graduated from high school at 13, college at 17. Patton just turned 20 and works at his father's bakery, he doesn't go to college because his family couldn't afford it. He lives with his parents and shares a room with his younger brother Virgil.

If you asked Virgil, he would tell you he didn't really expect anything else on Patton's 20th birthday. Patton was the definition of a clutz. So it wasn't a surprise when he fell down the stairs, breaking his arm.

In his defense, socks on hardwood didn't the most stable thing. Especially when running to ask your brother if he knew the answer to your riddle. Though there were a couple seconds where he was still in shock and Virgil was pulling him up off the floor,

“What is wrong with you!? Do you have a death wish?” Virgil asked, setting him upright against the wall and looking him over for injuries.

“I can’t figure out the riddle, and I know you're super good at it!” Patton explained without really explaining. This stopped Virgil from looking him over, he looked over at the blue owl perched on the railing of the stairs.

“Alright, what’s the riddle?” Virgil questioned, rolling his dark eyes.

“I’m a type of building but I’m not a shed, I have many rooms but I’m not a house, I have several departments but I’m not a grocery store, I have many beds but I’m not a hotel, what am I?” The deep voice of the owl cooed.

“See! It’s like super hard-” Patton cut himself off with a painful hiss.

“Are you ok? Wait a minute, the answers a hospital!” Virgil realized, “Crap, did you hurt yourself that bad?”

The owl shifted before taking off into the air and flew over to Pattons left side, headbutting his arm and earning a gasp for breath and watery eyes.

“He has broken his arm.” The gentle voice of the owl stated.

“Dang-it Pat.” Virgil sighed,

“My bad.” Patton smiled,

Logan’s day was spent in the ER, with his soulmates dog who enjoyed asking questions about random things since he solved the riddle. It did sort of concern him that he was going to meet his soulmate, at the hospital. Some part of him was concerned that his soulmate would pass soon after they meet. Though, he knew this was illogical. The large majority of people who visited the hospital lived. He was pulled out of his thoughts by a nurse calling his name, telling him that he was needed in room 5 for a broken arm

Logan was not really expecting what he saw when he walked into the room pushing his glasses up his nose. He had expected a young male between the ages of 8-13. Not a grown man with a bright smile despite his broken arm, and who apparently was his soulmate. There was a strong pulling feeling in his chest as the dark blue owl flew towards him. The other boy in the room didn't look surprised, unlike the injured one.

“Please tell me you did not break your arm on purpose.” Logan sighed,

“Of course I wouldn't!” The shorter man reassured.

“He’s just the clumsiest person you'll ever meet.” The other boy sighed,

Analogical:

For these two I sort of feel like they’d know each other online for quite a while before meeting even though they lived on opposite sides of the country. They bonded over astrology and sharing a birthday. Silently they both hoped that they were soulmates, which is why they (without actually saying it) planned Logan's flight to Virgil's city on their birthday.

Virgil wakes up on his 20th birthday to the soft hooting of an owl. It doesn't take him long to realize its a spirit animal after his initial panic. Part of him smiles, being hopeful of what this might mean. That there's still a chance all of his dreams will come true. However silly it was, Virgil fell for the man on the other side of the screen. But, today was the day he finally got to meet him.

He was about to text him until he realized that they couldn't have their phones on while the plane was flying. So he just huffed and looked up at the owl from his sitting position. It was still asleep, he wondered if it was because Logan might have jet lag. He also thought that the owl was cute in the way it hooted in his sleep, and wondered if it meant Logan snored. He shook his head, reminding himself not to get his hopes up.

He dressed quickly and was almost ready to go when he heard the bird start flying around the back of his apartment. He checked his pocket for his keys for the third time, and checked the time for the fifth. He was a little early, but he liked it that way. The owl soon found its way to him at the front of his apartment and announces its riddle before landing on the small boy's shoulder.

I am the station that holds something you’d board to take you over to Spain, As it can fly you there, the answer is a...

“Plane... Then if its a station that holds planes… IT'S AN AIRPORT!” His yelled causes the bird to leap off of his shoulder, but he doesn't really care. There's not much of a chance that Logan is not his soulmate now.

Logans heart was racing after he was told the riddle by the small purple bunny. He knew that there was still a chance that Virgil wasn't his soulmate, but he illogically chose to ignore it. Once he departed from the plane he went to the baggage claim and looked for Virgil. He didn't really know what Virgil fully looked like. Of course, he had selfies he had possibly overanalyzed. But Logan wasn't sure how tall Virgil was, or what he looked like below the shoulders. Part of him hoped that Virgil was short, Logan liked to imagine him being the taller one in the relationship. If they were soulmates anyway.

“Logan!” It ended up being the other boy who noticed him first, and Logan's eyesight snapped to a short boy to his left a couple yards away. Virgil had dark eyes that made him melt each time he looked at them, but this time he felt a lurch in his chest towards Virgil. He noticed an owl flying towards him as the bunny left and he felt like he would cry. This was what he had wanted for a long time.

Those endings make me want to jump off a cliff. But such is life.