#sentry drabble

[gay-dorito-dust]

Bob felt something hit his shoulder, a weight resting there as though it was meant to be there, so he looked over in curiousity and noticed that it was you and a smile spread across his face.

This wasn't the first time you had fell asleep on his shoulder, yet bob cherished each and every time that you did, keeping them close to his chest as precious moments he can look back on when he felt like he wasn't worth the chaos The Void caused.

It was these soft, slower moments where Bob got to be within his own mind as he admired just how content you looked upon his shoulder, so at peace and at a calm that you can only be when sleeping on his shoulder.

You just looked like you were home as you slumbered on him, face becoming one of distrubance when he moved, which only made him freeze in his spot as he hoped that he didn't wake you up from whatever dream you were experiencing; only for you to regain your peace and nuzzle futher against his shoulder.

while sweet Bob can only wonder how you can be this vulnerable with him, have this much faith and trust in him to fully believe the reality that he wouldn't do anything to disturb or ruin that faith you had in him, to be comfortable enough with him to be able to know he'll keep you safe as you rest. All questions that he hopped to ask you one day in hopes of understanding your mind and wanting to see what you see when you look at him.

Yet he wouldn't allow anyone else to ruin your sleep, always making sure no one was talking louder then they should near you, and even if they were then Bob would cover your ears with his hand as he hoped that he nullified their voice enough to keep you in the land of dreams. Or if you were trying to be in a more comfortable postion then Bob will wordlessly move you in a way where you wouldn't wake with a ache in your neck.

Bob might not know why you put so much faith, so much trust in him to not wake you up or do something that will make you rethink in sleeping on his shoulder, but he will sure as shit give you even more reasons to keep doing things that perplex him; keep reminding you why you chose to sleep on him in the first place and smile in content as you felt him kiss your forehead and brush stray eyelashes from your cheeks that he thought would prove an annoyance for you.

Bob was the sweetest and you'd glady tell him that...if only he wasn't such a comfy person whom you'd always seem to fall asleep upon within seconds, you blame him for pulling that out of you but it also meant that you got to be within him for a while at your own pace outside of your chaotic lives.

[trainer-from-unova]

muscle memory

𖤐 english ao3 𖤐 spanish ao3 𖤐 masterlist 𖤐

ship: the void x f!reader (x robert reynolds)

summary: On the few occasions that Void was present he couldn't help but turn his neck in the direction ______ was facing, fix his eyes on her, prick up his ears when he heard her voice, and even felt the urge to take her hand. Those were things, or rather according to him, distractions that got on his nerves.

au: everyone lives / housemates / void is not sooo crazy and evil here nor a shadow

c/w: post-canon, feelings realization and denial, love confession but void is very bad at feelings, background relationship with bob, fluff

a/n: this was wrote before watching the thunderbolts* movie (edited version after watching it: 🤎) and english isn't my first language so sorry if something's different from the movie and possible grammar mistakes

word count: 0'8k, short but sweet but here's a longer and more spicy version with a different ending

As a system, one personality may not remember the experiences of the other, but the muscle memory remained. On the few occasions that Void was present he couldn't help but turn his neck in the direction ______ was facing, fix his eyes on her, prick up his ears when he heard her voice, and even feel the urge to take her hand. To make matters worse she was often in his mind, and he didn't know if they were memories that weren't his own or if it was his imagination, which, for some reason, designed all sorts of scenarios with her. Those were things, or rather according to him, distractions that got on his nerves. He wanted to believe that it was more Bob's fault than his, so when he had the chance, on one of the occasions when he had control of his body, he went to ______ to question her.

When the young woman opened the door to her bedroom after hearing a knock on it, she smiled when she saw who it was, although when she saw his serious expression, it was quickly erased.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I'm Void," he informed her just in case, and she nodded, "Can I have a word?"

"Yeah, come in," she said stepping aside to let him in. As she closed the door behind him he looked around her bedroom, and noticed a cork mural on one of the walls, which had pictures with several of the so-called "Thunderbolts" and other friends, but mostly with Bob, with both of them grinning from ear to ear or pouting; selfies taken by them or full body shots taken by others, in different locations and wearing clothes from different climates. "What do you want to talk about?" she asked, snapping him out of his thoughts and making him turn to look at her, who was approaching him slowly, at the same pace as he was.

"I see flashes... of you, in all situations," and if the young woman was already confused and interested in his presence in the body and in her bedroom, with that sentence the confusion and interest increased. "I don't know if they are memories of Bob or if it's my imagination playing tricks on me. I want to know if what I feel is mine or his."

"...What do you feel?" she asked intrigued, leaning closer to him.

"Weakness," he answered quickly and without any hesitation, very sure of himself as usual. She looked at him in surprise and confusion, though she tried to be discreet and didn't realise that her breathing was hitching with nerves; Void already make her nervous, not because she was particularly afraid of him but for Bob's mental well-being, and this strange conversation wasn't helping. "I feel... a certain favouritism towards you, which distracts me when it shouldn't. Has he said anything to you about it?"

"Um- yeah, well," she said with a shy smile. "We've been dating for a while."

"...Oh."

He understood everything now, including the pictures on the corkboard, but he didn't understand the frustration he felt inside him. He didn't understand what she saw in Bob because, although he hadn't met him (for obvious reasons), it was clear to him that he was better than him or anyone else in every way. It wasn't love, it couldn't be — that word had no meaning for him, and he didn't see himself capable of falling in love with a human, even if she wasn't very normal and ordinary. He could only make sense of what he felt and the fact that he found her physically attractive with one explication.

"I suppose Bob's love for me is contagious," she said trying to hide the smile that formed on her lips.

"What you call love is just a chemical reaction to preserve the species," he said shaking his head subtly, informing and reminding himself, "one that I must feel from sharing the same body as him."

"So... as I understand it... you feel a chemical reaction for me?" she said smirking and raising an eyebrow. She was actually having fun with this, seeing the corny turn the conversation had taken. That Void felt something positive towards her (even if he implied it was something negative for him and that it was just a chemical reaction) had surprised her as well as flattered her. He simply looked at her in annoyance as he began to walk towards the door; not furious, but tired and perhaps even a little embarrassed to feel something so human when he was supposed to be a God. "Well," she said as she walked with him, going to his side, "anyway, thanks for telling me, I guess," she said as she opened the door, letting him out into the hallway.

Before closing the door, as he took one last look at her until only God knew when and wanting to say something else but not knowing what, she walked over to him, standing on her tiptoes and resting her hand on his shoulder to kiss his cheek. He assumed it was probably muscle memory on her part too, as it was on his with his racing heart as he watched her smile kindly at him as she closed the door.

[rinwellisathing]

So since I've started posting drabbles not only OC asks but also drabble prompts and suggestions for any of my AUs, OCs, or pairings I do.

[sorchathered]

I need some inspiration to get this chapter kicked off so I can submit it to you guys tomorrow! anybody want to send me some prompts?!

Smut prompts

[antihibikase-archive]

Grimsley and Shauntal are also meant to be foils, in a way; Grimsley, who was born and raised in Unova, found himself a stranger to his region, while Shauntal, who was born and raised in Hoenn, adapted quite quickly to her new home.

Grimsley, who has rocky relationships with both his parents (especially his father), and Shauntal, who is very close with both her parents- and even her grandparents.

Grimsley, who has a mixed relationship with the rest of the league, and Shauntal, who gets along with everyone.

Grimsley, who is popular with the public because of his charismatic persona, and Shauntal, who is popular with the public because she retreats into the shadows and does her writing work in secret.

The only similarities they have outside of both being part of the league is that they also have one cousin they're very close with (Shauntal with Phoebe, Grimsley with Kuroba).

[invisible-lint]

You Jumped In Front of an Arrow

Lucien x Archeron!Reader

Summary: Three drabble requests mashed into one

You jumped in front of a bullet arrow!" 

"And I'd do it again." 

"Please never do that again."

Warnings: Lucien is shot by an arrow but no graphic violence and he's totally fine

Word Count: 1.0k

You pace in the hallway outside his room, waiting for the healer to step out, silently praying to Gods you don't even believe in. You weren't entirely sure what had happened, you just knew that one moment you had been at the edge of the woods with Lucien, looking for some of the plants from the book you had found in the library. Then suddenly, he was pulling you behind him, as an arrow was fired from somewhere in the forest, embedding itself into his chest.

 You hadn't caught sight of who or what it came from; your screaming had drawn the attention of the closest sentries and Tamlin, who came running, finding you kneeling at Lucien's side, clutching his hand. 

Somehow, you had made it back to the manor, although you weren't entirely sure how. Someone had led you to your room, pressing a steaming mug into your hand, but you had abandoned it in favor of finding your way to Lucien's room where you now paced, waiting for the healer to leave. A single arrow couldn't kill him, could it? Tamlin and the healer walk out and you freeze, staring at them. Tamlin walks over, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“He’ll be completely fine. The healer gave him a potion for pain that made him fall asleep, but you can go in and sit with him. He’ll want to see you when he wakes up.” 

“Are you sure? I mean he's your friend, don't you want to be there with him?”

“I do. But I'm going to see if I can track down whoever is responsible. Plus I'm pretty sure he’ll appreciate seeing you more.” 

You just nod, not entirely sure what Tamlin means by that as you slip into Lucien’s room, closing the door gently so you don't wake him. You hover awkwardly by the door for a few moments, staring at the chair near the bed before walking over to sit in it. You stare at his blanket covered chest, watching as it rises and falls, not allowing yourself to look at his face. If you look at his face, you'll find yourself falling into the thoughts you've been having about him recently all over again, reading far more into the situation than you should. He probably saved your life, but that doesn't make it mean anything. 

When you had followed Feyre over the wall, you hadn't imagined yourself pining for a fae. You certainly couldn't imagine a world where he would want you in return. 

You find that as your thoughts wandered, so did your gaze, and now you're staring at his face, eyes tracing the curves of the fox mask, along his nose to his lips, and you wonder, once again, what it would be like to kiss him. 

You groan internally, leaning forward so that your forehead is leaning against the mattress. It will never happen. That you're almost certain of.

You must have fallen asleep, someone is saying your name, brushing the hair that had fallen loose from your braid out of your face. You blink groggily, confused at where you are for a moment before nearly bolting upright when you remember. Lucien chuckles, smiling at you. 

“Easy there. Don't fall out of the chair.” 

“You jumped in front of an arrow.”

“No ‘how am I feeling?’ You're jumping right into that?” You just give him a look. “Understood. And really there was no jumping involved. I stepped in front of an arrow.”

“Okay, you stepped in front of an arrow.” Tears sting your eyes and burn your throat, and you look down at your lap to hide them.

“Yes, I believe that has been established.” Lucien looks at you, trying to figure out why you're acting this way. 

“Why?” You can't help yourself, you look up at him and he sees the tears that have started rolling down your cheeks. “I was so worried. I thought that you were… that I…” 

“Come here.” Lucien pats the edge of the bed. You quickly oblige, willing to do whatever he asks of you in this moment, yelping quietly when he pulls you into his arms, tucking you to his chest, your ear pressed right over his heart. “Do you hear that?” You nod. “I'm alright. I knew I would survive that arrow. But you… you're human. That arrow could have killed you. So yes, I stepped in front of an arrow for you. And I’d do it again.” You close your eyes, listening to his heart beat as you let his words sink in.

“Please never do that again.”

“I would jump in front of a thousand arrows if it meant keeping you safe.” 

You sit up, looking down at him, an eyebrow raised.“I thought you said you didn't jump in front of the arrow.” 

Lucien laughs, brushing his thumb across your cheek as he moves to tuck your hair behind your ear, leaving his hand to rest on your neck. You meet his gaze, and it leaves you nearly breathless. You're certain nobody has ever looked at you this way, as if you hung the moon and stars in the sky. You lean forward, slowly, glancing towards his lips. His hand shifts to the nape of your neck as your lips meet his. The kiss is everything you had imagined it would be and so much more. You kiss him until you need to stop to breathe, leaning your forehead against his. 

“I was hoping to do that while we were out on our walk today. It's why I asked to accompany you. I was going to tell you how I feel and kiss you. Although, if it gets you to kiss me like that again, I'd gladly take another arrow for you.” 

You shake your head. “What if I just kiss you again?” 

He grins. “I suppose that works too.” 

You kiss him again. And again. And again. After a while, you go back to laying with him, listening to his heart beat again, as he plays with your hair, letting his heartbeat lull you to sleep. 

He smiles when he realizes that you've fallen asleep, reveling in the feeling of holding you in his arms, knowing that you're safe. He may not know what will come next for Spring or for Prythian, but there is one thing he does know for sure. As long as he draws breath, he will do whatever he must to keep you from harm.

A/N: Woo! I wrote something! And nobody died this time!

divider by @tsunami-of-tears

[jermer10]

Could I ask for all of the tf2 mercs getting saved in a fight by the reader in a very dramatic/romantic way? Something like the reader using a shield to protect them from bombs/bullet while they pull the merc close to them? I think it would just be real funny for the mercs to be in the "damsel in distress" position. (If not all mercs then please atleast Demo, Engie and Sniper)(I love your writing by the way)

TF2 damsels in distress

gn reader | thank u for the ask anon!

includes: demoman, engineer, sniper

drabbles under the cut :P

Demoman: The battlefield is a mess of explosion and chaos. Demo’s got that wild grin plastered on his face as he tosses grenade after grenade - he’s in his element, laughter bubbling up between the sounds of battle. But in his enthusiasm, he doesn’t notice the enemy bomb rolling straight for him, its timer ticking down far too quickly. Before he can react, you dive in front of him, shield raised. The explosion rocks the ground, but the shield holds, keeping both of you safe. Without a second thought, you pull him close, his face pressing into your chest as you shield him from any further debris.

Demoman blinks up at you, dazed and disoriented. “By the gods... ye just saved me arse!” He’s half laughing, half in shock, his arms coming up to cling to you, despite himself. “Didn’t know I’d need savin’ today, but I ain’t complainin’!” He looks up at you with a cheeky grin and flushed cheeks, throwing a dramatic arm around your waist. “Ach, me hero! How can I ever repay ye for rescuing poor ol' me?” he teases, though there’s a genuine gleam of gratitude in his eyes. You smirk down at him, hand still firmly on his back. "Just stay alive, Dem."

Engineer: Engineer wipes the sweat off his brow, wrench in hand as he hurries to fix his sentry. The fight’s getting heavier, bullets flying, but his focus is on his machinery. He doesn’t even notice the red sniper dot that’s settled on his chest until it’s too late. But just as the shot rings out, you’re there. You lunge in front of him, shield raised, and the bullet ricochets harmlessly off its surface. You pull him close, pressing him into your side as you block any further shots.

Engineer blinks, wide-eyed, and his wrench slips from his grasp. “Well, I’ll be damned…” His face flushes red as he realizes what just happened—he’s in your arms, safe, and you just saved his hide. “Didn’t expect to be the one gettin’ rescued today,” he mutters, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. He’s clearly flustered, trying to play it off cool. “Guess I owe you one, huh?”

You glance down at him with a smirk, enjoying the rare sight of the usually composed Engineer looking like the damsel in distress. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered.” He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. “Ain’t often I get to be on this end of things. Much obliged, darlin’.” With a wink, you pull him back onto his feet, though he sticks close for a few moments longer, still rattled—and more than a little impressed.

Sniper: Sniper’s crouched in his usual perch, scope trained on the battlefield, picking off targets with precision. But even he can’t see everything, and when a stray enemy flanks him, gunfire erupts in his direction, too fast for him to react. Just before the bullets tear through him, you dive in, shield up. The bullets bounce off with a metallic clang, you grab Sniper’s collar, yanking him down and pulling him close to your chest.

He lets out a soft grunt of surprise, completely caught off guard as you press him into you, shielding him from further danger. Sniper, the lone wolf, the sharpshooter, now cradled in your arms like some helpless civilian. “What in the…?” He stares up at you, wide-eyed, his hat knocked askew. You smirk down at him, teasingly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” For a long moment, he’s just quiet, still processing the fact that you—not him—were the one doing the saving. Slowly, a small, lopsided grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, his cheeks flushing red. “Not used to being on this side of things.”

“You’re welcome,” you murmur, still holding him close. He lets out a soft laugh, looking both amused and embarrassed as he adjusts his hat. “Reckon I’ll owe ya for that one,” he mutters, still looking a little flustered. But he doesn’t move away immediately, instead staying close for just a bit longer, his quiet gratitude lingering between you.

[baenakinskywalker]

say yes, run away now

rating: t

words: 849

a/n: first up in my quick feysand drabble(ish) series! here's a take on ACOMAF right after rhys and mor rescue feyre from the spring court — i'm playing fast and loose with canon to build in a marriage of convenience. first paragraph comes directly from ACOMAF!

for @popjunkie42, even though i did not answer your actual prompt at all. saving it to come back to later!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ✧・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“As your presence here isn’t part of our monthly requirement, you are under no obligation to go back.” Rhysand rubbed at his temple. “Unless you wish to.”

I felt sick. Unless I wished to. As if any of that mattered to the male who had just locked me in his house, even when he knew what it would do to me. He knew. “He’ll come for me.”

Rhysand stood from the low couch opposite me. “And if he does, we’ll be prepared. We’ll even come for him first, if you like.” He smiled, but there was no warmth behind it. Nothing but thinly veiled rage leaking from his skin like smoke under a door. Only destruction on the other side. My teeth chattered despite the warm air in the mountaintop palace. 

There was a steaming mug in front of me, the scent of sweet spice inviting me to take a slow sip. I felt Rhysand’s eyes on me as I drank, saw the way his posture relaxed as I drained the cup. I hadn’t felt thirsty until the cup was pressed to my lips. I set the mug down, and a thought occurred to me that sent my heart into my throat. 

“Your shields are holding, Feyre darling,” Rhysand said. “But I can tell there’s something you’re not sharing. Tell me, please.”

I swallowed hard, wishing I had another mug. Maybe something stronger. “If I had married Tamlin, would you have called in our bargain?”

Rhysand clenched his jaw, eyes going a darker shade of violet — near black. “What are you asking me?” “If I had married him…would you have been allowed? I mean, could you have taken me?”

Something dangerous glimmered in those eyes. “It would have been difficult. There are…” He paused, tilting his head. “The same protocols that made it so Mor had to take you from Spring would have hampered me calling in our bargain if you were married to Tamlin, yes.” 

So even in Prythian, a female needed marriage to have any semblance of autonomy. Not so different from life below the Wall. It made my next move crystal clear. “So if I were married, Tamlin would find it…difficult to collect me.” Rhysand growled, a purely animal sound. “Feyre, I swear to you that you are safe in the Night Court. We have our own sentries — my own generals and spies — who will ensure that he doesn’t cross into this land.”

I shook my head. “It’s not enough. It won’t be enough — you know it.” My voice grew frantic. I had to convince him. “You know what he’s willing to do,” I said. 

Across from me, Rhysand paled. Then he took a deep, steadying breath, inky black like a starless night sky rolling off of him in waves, and sat beside me. “So what exactly is your plan?”

“Marry me.”

“What?” Rhysand went completely still. “You have no idea what you’re asking.” His eyes were wide, like that moment when he said goodbye to me Under the Mountain, after I had been brought back by the High Lords. 

I bit my lip. “If you marry me, I can stay here. I’ll be protected.” 

“I’ll protect you anyway.”

“But if I’m your wife — ”

“By the Cauldron. You’re serious.” He looked pained. 

“I understand that it���s not ideal.” I pictured it: Becoming Rhysand’s wife, Lady of the Night Court. In name only, just for my safety. “It could be a small affair, just us and a high priestess.” I shuddered on the last word, remembering Ianthe. 

Rhysand pinched the bridge of his nose. “You want us to marry so that Tamlin will have no further claim to you.”

I nodded, palms going slick. He could easily refuse, and then what would I do? “You hate it,” I said softly. 

A long silence stretched between us. His eyes closed, and he slumped a little. I waited for the rejection, for him to politely extricate himself from the situation. Then he looked up, violet eyes meeting mine, flecks of stars circling his pupils. “I hate that it could actually work,” Rhysand groaned. 

My heart pounded faster in my chest. “So you’ll do it?” If this worked, if it kept Tamlin from capturing me and forcing me back into the Spring Court, I’d be safe. Free. For once in my life.

Apart from being tied to the High Lord of the Night Court. 

“Feyre,” Rhysand started, taking my tattooed hand in his, “if this is really what you want — if you understand what this means…what you’re giving up, then yes. I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe. Even this.”

My eyes were drawn to his hand curled around mine. “I do.”

Beside me, a dry laugh. “You’re getting ahead of yourself.”

I exhaled, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders. There was so much still to cover — my powers being most important, given the destruction in Tamlin’s manor — but so long as I didn’t have to go back, I could chip away at it all. Slowly, and with Rhysand’s help.

Together…for better or worse.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ✧・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[rengineer]

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey! I know you’ve been writing a lot of Bob and Void stuff, but do you write for Walker? I don’t k ow why, and maybe I’m a little odd for thinking this, but I would like him as my big brother figure. Prehaps I could request platonic hcs of him where he and reader act like siblings? Reader is chaotic sunshine and they get on each other’s nerves, but they do truly care for each other!! Bonus points for bits of Bob x reader x void hehe

I love Wyatt Russell (hate Walker tho) so I’ll make an exception for you anon. this might have more bob x reader x void then necessary. I think Walker would be an okay sibling at best.

Major PSA for idiots and dipshits: Also if you don’t wanna read the John and reader sibling dynamic, just skip to the Bob x reader x void section do the headcannons or don’t bother reading this, I’m not holding your hand when most of you are grown adults who are responsible for what you read. (Though I question that level of responsibility everyday the more I hear you moan about fuck all since you’ve got nothing else to do) so don’t blame me for what you consume. Grow up or continue to show your ass like you typically do.

you didn't like walker and you typically liked everyone and will always let it be known as whenever you were working on your aim, you'd intentionally aim for him much to Walker's annoyance.

'Can you stop shooting for me, for five mintues!' he exclaims as he looks at you as you only smiled innocently back at him.

'i don't know what your talking about.' you tell him 'i'm trying to shoot for you but you keep moving like an annoying cockroach that refuses to die.' you added as Yelena, who was stood next to you this entire time, tried to hold back a laugh but failed.

'i'm really feeling the love here team.' walker says sarcastically, lightly swatting your bicep in a repremending act, only to get a smack to his bicep in return.

'we love you too john!' you called after him as you looked back at Yelena as she looked at you with a knowing smile. 'what?' you asked her.

'you might not be family but you and john act like you could've been siblings in another life.' yelena says and you couldn't help but make a face. You were well aware that your relationship with US Agent was an odd one, you acted like you hated each other but the way it came across was more like siblings flipping each other off from the doorways of your own rooms.

which is something you both actually did do on the odd occasion, walking by the doorway of eachothers rooms within the Watchtower and flip each other off wordlessly, it didn't matter if you had company either, you'd still flip each other off regardless. much to the amuesment of the other Thunderbolts.

you both often get asked if you two were in fsct siblings, only for you and john to look at each other as though it was an insult as you both replied simultaneously with a ‘no.’ even if there were times where John did make sure you ate, drink and took proper care of yourself when he thought that you were neglecting yourself more then you should.

He’s even drag you out of the room if he felt that you were isolating yourself in there for his liking. I’m talking busting down your door and dragging you out by your legs as you kick and scream at him to let go, all the while he’s telling you to get out and socialise with the rest of the team instead of being a hermit/ bedroom gremlin. ‘Fuck off!’ You scream at John, ‘what if I want to stay in bed and do nothing.’

‘No can do, now go out with Yelena, Ava or Alexi and socialise and get some fresh air instead of suffocating in the stuffy air of your room for god sake.’ John replied as he shoved you towards Ava and Yelena as you shot him a look over your shoulder as you followed your favourite teammates. ‘Have fun!’ He sarcastically waves at you while you only show him your middle finger. ‘Kids.’ He mutters under his breath as Alexi pats him on the shoulder ‘you’re a good older brother.’ He tells John as the dirty blonde waves it off.

He didn’t think he was fit to be an older brother figure, but you brought that side out of him with how easily it was to annoy one another, he still remembered when you took his helmet and gun and painted them a glittery pick mess. He couldn’t complain at the time as the mission was integral, but he did indeed give you a mouthful afterwards about touching his stuff and fucking with them.

John swears you give him a headache almost on the daily but he’s certain that he does your head in too. So the feeling was mutual as far as he was aware.

Yet you do have moments where the care you had for one another comes through on missions as you two were usually paired up together and the protectiveness came out when the other was in close proximity to danger. You’d shove John out the line of fire, he would shove you behind him when he saw someone aiming for you, shielding you both when they open fired on you both.

Your care for each other was silent but it was there in the small acts you do for one another in a rare moment of reminding that while you acted like you couldn’t stand each other, you were there for one another regardless of the shit you’ve both done.

BOB X READER X VOID

Now when you met Bob, you found him to be cute, slightly clumsy and awkward but in an endearing way that made you want to know him more, his puppy dog eyes didn’t help make matters better as you as you were quick to find yourself spending more time with Bob and ultimately catching feelings for him.

He was meek and barely meet your eyes half of the time when you talked to him, but yet he seemed to stay with you in comparison to the rest of the group, always shoulder to shoulder to you and sharing smiles with you from across the room as butterflies fluttered within your stomach.

‘What’s your name.’ You asked.

‘Bob.’ Bob replies with a small smile, a cute smile you’d determine as you noted how small he tried to make himself look despite his tall and strong stature. There was more to him then you could see clearly, you could tell that this man was of great importance that you assumed that even Bob himself wasn’t aware of just yet.

‘We’ll get along just fine Bob.’ You tell him as he made a face similar to that of a confused puppy, a handsome cute man that you could already tell you’d get dangerously attached towards within embarrassingly short time. ‘How’d you know that?’ He asks.

You shrug your shoulders. ‘Call it a hunch but I just think we’ll work well together.’

‘I’ll trust your hunch then.’ Bob says with a smile and you knew immediately that you were fucked, he was even pretty when he smiled too with how his eyes shined and how his poetically radiated warmth and comfort that you wanted to bask yourself in forever.

Bob would find himself trusting himself within your presence more than others on the team, even going so far as you reach out and grab your hand in his and audible sigh at the touch, having gone without it for longer then he could remember. So needless to say you had become his primary person to look out for him, or just be there for him when the others went on missions and needed someone to be there with Bob until they get back.

You didn’t care as it meant you got to spend all the time possible with him as you made sure that when you were cooped up in the watch tower you would make sure that you and Bob were having fun however you could. Whether that be trying -and failing- to get into baking some cookies or watch tv together where characters make questionable decisions and Bob got to be highly amused by how annoyed you’d get when someone does something stupid.

Sometimes it got so bad to the point where he’d have to stop you from doing something rash as you ate half burnt cookies in a rather aggressive manner as you scowled at the television. It was a highlight for Bob as he got to be with you and experience all of you in your entirety. Only to end up finding himself falling more and more for you yet still being hesitant in calling the deep feelings he had for you as love or like.

So Bob takes his time with you and learns just as much about himself as he does learn about you in the process the longer he got to know and like every single part of you the more quality time you both shared without the rest of the Thunderbolts ruining it with their loud selves.

Void was equally intruded by you as much as Bob was and while he didn’t come out as often, he still was there within Bob as he got to go out with you on small trips together, or simply spending moments together in the watchtower.

He’s aware of all the moments shared between you and Bob and decided that he wanted that too, and to be selfish and more forward then meek, awkward Bob was about his own feelings that were now fully developed. Void understood what it was that he felt towards you and didn’t need anymore time to dissect and digest it, for whatever he wanted he would get sooner or later.

So don’t be surprised when you thought you were sharing a moment with Bob, only to be met with the pinprick eyes of Void as the entity merely chuckles at your look of surprise as he walks through your room as though he’s done it many times before.

‘Don’t look so surprise little bird.’ He tells you, his voice more confident and fuller then bob’s second guessing one, as though he wasn’t confident in using his own voice never less recognise it as if own, whereas void was fully aware of who he was and didn’t need to second guess himself when everything he did was absolute and precise.

‘You shouldn’t wear that face with me, when you look at Bob as though your moments away from grabbing him and kissing him at least.’ Void adds as you looked at him as he admired the photos you’ve took of yourself and fellow thunderbolt teammates and Bob.

Now with void you were a little more conflicted on how you felt towards the shadowy entity who could make people into shadows with a wave of his hand, a powerful being whom you’ve came across on occasions but he never did anything for you to detest him, only ever caress your cheeks and standing rather close to you for whatever talk to be considered casual.

He was bolder than Bob in what he wanted as void had kissed the back of your hand, drawn you close to him and even held you on rare occasions that you still think about at night, occupying your thoughts as you were conflicted on how to feel about void after what Bob had told you about feeling this endless darkness within him. One that only got worse when you were near him, as though it wanted to greet you personally.

Yet you couldn’t help but find Void charismatic and intriguing as the more you got to see him, which was mainly when you and Bob was alone or when everyone was asleep at night. He was dangerous and you knew that well enough to be cautious towards him but yet at the same time you couldn’t help but be drawn to Void whenever you do get to talk to him.

‘Where’s my kiss little bird? Am I not deserving of one unlike your precious Bob? Hmm?’ Void asks as he stepped close to you, his pinprick eyes looking deep into your own as your forced to admit that they were beautiful in their own right, in their own unique and unsettlingly way but beautiful nonetheless.

You would respond but you didn’t get the chance to becuase as soon as you blinked Bob was back in front of you, leaving you to process what had just happened just moments prior while Bob only looked at you in concern.

‘Are you okay? He didn’t do anything to you did he?’ He’d ask as he placed his hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eyes for anything that could give away to him if void did anything or not.

‘No, he didn’t.’ You replied to calm his nerves as he pulls you into his arms, rubbing your back as you gripped him tight, not truly grasping what you had gotten yourself into.

[phaticserpent]

My Masterlist (updated)

Nothing for Dabi (yet) </3

! - Fanfic : * - Headcanon

Aizawa

! - Light bondage

Warning: smut

Ultron

! - Two is Better (fem!reader x Ultron)

Warning: smut, teasing, light anal

! - Sub!Ultron (fem!reader x Ultron)

Warning: smut

! - An Eternity with You is All I Dream Of (Royalty AU)

Warning: smut, friends to lovers, forbidden, angst, fluff

! - Magic is Not the Solution? (witch!reader x Ultron) : ao3 link

Warning: angst, fluff, friends to lovers, no smut yet

! - Fluff Overload

Warning: just fluff

! - Appreciation and Body Worship

Warning: fluff suggestive

! - You Call This Fate?

Warning: one bed trope, enemies to.....?

! - Toxic Parents, amirite?

Warning: mentions of toxic parents, fluff, comfort

! - Jealous is a Good Look, is a Hot Look

! - Trouble Sleeping?

! - Weak in the Knees (dom!Ultron x fem!reader)

Warning: smut, power play

! - [Stuck] in Love

Warning: fluff? Light flirting

! - How he spends your birthday

Warning: suggestive, smut

! - Different customs (alien!reader x Ultron)

! - Saving the World by Infodumping

! - Metal Lover (biter)

Warning: fluff

! - Beauty in Organic and Inorganic

! - Taking a Hit for your Immortal lover

Warning: angst, comfort

! - You're the Only Avenger (avenger!reader x Ultron)

Warning: fluff

! - Change of [metal] Heart (avengers!reader x Ultron)

! - Monkey Brain Makes me Simp

! - Monkey Brain Makes me Simp (bonus?)

! - Captured

! - Any Last Words?

Warning: threat, crackfic

! - A Good Time (fem!reader x Ultron and his sentries)

Warning: smut, group sex

! - This Love

Warning: smut, making love

! - Can He Sing?

Warning: fluff, just fluff

! - Husband!Ultron

Warning: suggestive, light smut, fluff

! - Celebrating their Birthday (includes other characters)

! - An Added Guest (fem!reader x Venom x Ultron)

Warning: angst, comfort, fluff

! - Cuddles from the Cold

Warning: fluff, implication

* - Ultron's Sexuality? Size?

Warning: suggestive

* - Breakups and Heartbreak

Warning: angst

* - Pov: You Cheat on Him

Warning: breakup, angst

* - Yandere!Ultron

Warning: suggestive, implied desth/violence

* - Pregnancy and Parenthood

Warning: mentions of pregnancy

* - Can you Fix Him?

Pitch Black

* - His Care (sick!reader x Pitch)

Warning: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of being sick

* - Angelic (half-angel!reader x Pitch)

Warning: smut, nsfw and sfw

* - Just your Average ADHD Gremlin

* - Parenthood

Warning: suggestive

* - His Type

* - To Date Him

* - Kissing the bogeyman

Warning: fluff, suggestive

* - Kinks and fun play

Warning: smut, suggestive, mentions of knife play

* - His Kinks

Warning: smut, suggestive

* - Nsfw Alphabet

Warning: suggestive, smut

* - Drunken Act (drunk!Pitch)

Warning: mentions of alcohol, drunk

! - Losing Control

Warning: short drabble, smut

! - How to get you back to bed

Warning: fluff, suggestive

! - This Type of Temptation (fem!reader x Pitch)

Warning: smut so much smut, heavy smut

! - Blindness (blind!reader x Pitch)

! - Till Tomorrow (fem!reader x Pitch)

Warning: heavy smut, smut galore

! - Raining Men

Warning: crackfic?

! - Ticklish Fears

! - Jealousy Jealousy

! - Celebrating their Birthday (includes other characters)

! - Nyctophilia (reader x Pitch) : ao3 link

Warning: smut

Jack Frost

* - Nsfw Alphabet

Warning: suggestive, smut

* - Sibling Dynamic

Warning: Jack being Jack

! - Touch Starved Jack Frost

Warning: fluff

! - Celebrating their Birthday (includes other characters)

! - My Roommate the Embodiment of Winter : ao3 link

Warning: suggestive, fluff, angst

Peter Pan ouat

! - A Big Oopsie

Warning: mentions of pregnancy, soft, fluff

! - Birds of a Feather (shapeshifter!reader x Pan) : ao3 link

Warning: angst, enemies to lovers? No smut yet

! - In Your Pages

Warning: fluff, cocky Pan

! - Just a Little Anxious

Warning: anxiousness, fluff, comfort

! - Sub Peter (fem!reader x sub!Pan)

Warning: smut, mentions of pegging

! - Giving your First (fem!reader x Pan)

Warning: smut, heavy smut

! - Songfic: Parents (male!reader x Pan)

Warning: smut, mentions of being outed

! - [Not] The Dancing Queen

Warning: just fluff

! - Jealousy Makes You Do Crazy Things (fem!reader x Pan)

Warning: smut smut smut

! - Aftercare

Warning: suggestive, fluff

! - Celebrating their Birthday (includes other characters)

! - Who Would You Trust Your Drink with?

Warning: drug attempt

* - Truth Potion

Warning: fluff, 'drugged' confession

* - His Kinks and Whatnot

Warning: smut, suggestive, kinks

* - His Type?

Warning: suggestive

* - You introduce Pan to a tongue piercing and its wonders

Warning: smut, piercings, blowjob

* - Giving the Leader of the Lost Boys a BJ

Warning: smut, blowjob

* - Nsfw Alphabet

Warning: suggestive, smut

* - For the Vine

Warning: crack headcanons

Felix ouat

* - Kinks and Whatnot

Warning: smut, suggestive, kinks

! - Conversation at Midnight (male!reader x Felix)

Warning: mentions of abuse, comfort

! - The More the Merrier (reader x Pan x Felix)

Warning: smut, threesome, no specified gender

! - Celebrating their Birthday (includes other characters)

! - Who Would You Trust Your Drink with?

Warning: drug attempt

Transformers

! - The Way You Shine (Decepticons x Reader)

! - Late Night Meetings pt 1 (fem!reader x Optimus Prime)

! - Late Night Meetings pt 2 (fem!reader x Optimus Prime)

! - Late Night Meetings pt 3 (fem!reader x Optimus Prime)

! - Late Night Meetings pt 4 (fem!reader x Optimus Prime)

Warning: smut, size kink, car sex

! - Late Night Meetings pt 5 (fem!reader x Optimus Prime)

Warning: smut, size kink

! - Late Night Meetings pt 6 (fem!reader x Optimus Prime)

Warning: smut, angst, comfort, fluff

! - The Whole Pack (bayverse!Crosshairs x oc)

! - Totally not the Mom-Friend (bayverse!Ironhide x reader)

Warning: angst, comfort, fluff

! - Skateboarding Scares

Warning: angst, hurt/comfort

* - Just Kiss Already (bayverse!Crosshairs x reader)

Warning: fluff

* - Bundle of Joy in the Darkness (Decepticons and reader)

Warning: fluff

* - Nsfw Alphabet (Cybertronian!reader x bayverse!optimus)

Warning: suggestive, smut

There's a....100 link limit per post?..... (o.O)

If you'd like to be notified of when I post content for a specific character, let me know of who you'd like to be tagged for! I'm making a taglist

[aquietwritingcorner]

It's Really Cold

Title: It’s Really Cold Day: 30 Days of Drabbles, Day 9 Prompt:  “It’s Really Cold Fandom:  TMNT 2003 Word Count: 252  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: T  Characters: Michelangelo, Silver Sentry Warning: NA Summary: Silver Sentry forgets something about the Turtle Titan    Notes: One day I’m gonna play more with the superheroes in this world.    ffn || AO3

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It’s Really Cold

“…It’s really cold…”

Silver Sentry hummed. “Yes. It’s colder than I thought. I suppose the front is getting here sooner than expected.”

He expected a quick-witted remark from Turtle Titan, but he didn’t get one. It was a little odd, but considering they were waiting for the appearance of a supervillain, it wasn’t really an inconvenience. Still, something about it, and the cold niggled at the back of Sentry’s mind, and he wasn’t sure why. Before he could concentrate on it too much, though, the villain made his appearance and Sentry and Titan both jumped into action.

But something was off. Turtle Titan’s moves weren’t as fluid as they usually were. His reaction times were down. Was he distracted? No, Sentry was sure it was something else, he just wasn’t sure what. Still, they fought on, even after a water pipe burst and drenched them. It didn’t take too long before Sentry had the supervillain captured and ready to hand off to police.

And that was when he noticed Turtle Titan. Soaked to the bone, sitting on the snow-covered rooftop, and shivering violently.

“Turtle Titan?” Sentry called out. “Michelangelo?”

“…’s real col’…” he said, before slumping over. Only Sentry’s speed kept the teen from hitting the rooftop.

“Titan? Titan?” No response. Sentry scooped him up and took off, what was bothering him finally popping into his mind. Michelangelo was a turtle, a reptile, and one that was now too cold. He could only hope that his oversight hadn’t hurt his young friend.

[jellyfishoreo1206]

hey dude! really like ur work lol :3 can you write a tf2 medic with a fem or gn reader who is alternative (like punk/goth?) it can be headcannons or a drabble or whatever u want :) thanks bud!

Medic with an Alt! Reader (gender-neutral)

Notes: Of course! Again, I'm sorry if it seems like I ignored your ask! For that, I'll attempt to make it extra long :3 Please correct me if I get anything wrong about the history of Alternative fashion/music, I mostly referenced Wikipedia, but I don't think there was enough information for me to go on. I didn't know if you wanted this to be a romantic pairing or just platonic, so I'm doing both!

So coming back to this, I realized that the first half of this is talking about Alt Reader, but then the next half it's literally just romance head cannons that have nothing to do with the ask. I've been carried away by the amount of ideas that have been flooding my brain at night that I completely forgot what I was doing in the first place. At this point, I'm just rolling with it, I'm sorry Anon

Warning(s): Medic being medic, cussing, mentions of reader smoking, slight spoilers for the TF2 Comics.

M/C = Merc Class

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Platonic

Considering that this is the late 60's (and alt becoming a thing somewhere in the 1970's or 80's), Medic would take a keen interest in you.

Whether you take interest in Emo, Goth, Hip-Hop (which apparently is a form of Alt fashion! Good to know), Punk, Rocker or Grunge fashion; all of them have a few things in common, they all stand out from the mainstream fashion going on in that time, some are more artistic and attention-grabbing, and some coming to be as a break from beliefs.

I'm not going to lie to you, at first he thought it was some type of disorder

"I want to find out what's wrong with them" That's what's going through his mind 😭

He's so curious, you're going to be his new subject of interest until he has studied every inch of you

Whether that be operating on you or studying how you behave from afar.

---

Several days have passed since you've joined the mercenaries. You seem to be adjusting well enough to the team, getting along semi-okay with your teammates (if you ignore how the on your first day Soldier nearly killed you because he mistook you as a demon, shouting absolute nonsense). Engineer has been one of the most welcoming out of your teammates, offering to show you around and letting you know what to watch out for.

But there is one teammate that you can't even bring yourself to being around. The Medic.

God, you would think that the Engineer would at least warn you about him and his behavior, dude is seriously all kinds of creepy.

Ever since you got here, he's been watching you like a hawk. Always seeing him out of the corner of your eye, conveniently always being in the same room as you; Hell! Even following you out in the battle field. You even think you woke up to him crouching menacingly in the corner of your room, watching as you slept with a creepy smile on his face and an insane look in those eyes of his. (Desperately wishing that it was some kind of paranoia-filled nightmare and praying to whatever god that is up there that it wasn't real.)

"I swear! Was it something I did??" You decided to express your concerns to the Engineer, considering he is one of the more reasonable one's out of the mercs, and being the first person you hit it off with when you first arrived. He hummed in thought—putting down the sentry gun that he was tinkering with—turning to face you as he pushes his hard-hat back into place.

"Medic is a strange fella, I know tha'. But I don' think I've ever heard him act like this..." His response only seemed to add on to your distress, sitting yourself on the floor of his workshop with a loud groan. Great, so even he doesn't know what's going on either. "I'll hafta talk with him la'er, see wha's up with 'im."

"I appreciate it, Engineer."

"Please, call me Engie."

---

When the Engineer brought up the Medic's behavior to him, he just laughed it off

"Oh Herr Engineer, you must know as a man of science that this is simply an observation!" "...What exactly are ya' observin'?" "Haven't you noticed? How they dress! Is it a form of trauma? Or a type of disorder! I must find out!" *Cue him holding a bloody hand saw in the most menacing way possible* "Then..why don'tcha jus' ask them up front?" "I like my methods better."

Yeahhhh, he has a really bad case of autism

When Engie told you what the Medic told him, you just got even more confused.

What would the way you dress have anything to do with your mental state?

I mean, yeah, you've turned heads whenever you went out to do mundane tasks back home (such as picking something up from the store or returning something to a friend), and you had several people tell you that'll they will pray for you, but you've never had someone assume that it was straight up a disorder??

The thought itself just confuses you

Engie was right about him being weird..

---

A month has passed, and it seems like the Medic's behavior has calmed down a bit. Emphasis on a bit.

He stopped following you around out in the battlefield as much and seems to be getting back into his regular schedule of being the medic for the team; but you're starting to notice something else...

It seems he's attempting to talk to you! The whole entire time you've been here at the base, you two never actually had a proper conversation (mainly it was because you were attempting to avoid him as much as possible at the start, and Medic because he just saw you as another subject). The first time it happened was late at night, almost the early hours of the morning. You were in the kitchen, making some coffee for yourself and the Engineer (who has yet to go to sleep). You were pretty sure it was only the two of you awake at this time, since you didn't hear anything else other than the distant clinging and clanking of the engineer's machinery.

With both hands occupied with a mug of hot coffee, you were about to make your way out of the kitchen when you felt your heart drop. Jesus FUCKING CHRIST, HOW LONG WAS HE STANDING THERE????

Might as well be called The SPY instead with how fucking quiet he was.

You both made awkward eye-contact—awkward for you anyway—he seemed tired, but that didn't stop him from smiling at you—teeth and all.

"Ach, guten morgen!" He offers a small wave, his voice cheery despite his obvious exhaustion.

You didn't say anything, you bolted out of there.

Nope nope nope nope nopenopenope-!

---

The Medic didn't seem to take that reaction personally

If anything, it made him more curious

So he attempts to strike up another conversation, but this time with company around, since he was scolded by the engineer the very next day

Whether it was during dinner-time, before a match, or even game-nights (as chaotic as they can be); he always attempts to strike up conversations, whether you don't respond or you give one-word responses.

Going on to long rants about any topic that comes to mind, whether you want to listen or not; most of them are usually about the human biology or his previous experiments

You wish you could erase the memory when he told you he got a man pregnant with baboons.

When you asked why he wanted to talk to you, he merely gave a shrug and a almost sheepish smile

His response?

"Oh for no reason, I just got bored when I realized there were no results in my observations."

Yeah

You kept your distance as much as possible, still feeling a bit uncomfortable around the man

Though it eventually started to slowly fade away when he kept attempting to talk with you, a big part of it was also due to his birds perching themselves on you whenever you needed something from the medbay, cuddling up to you in a mass of feathers

You actually started to enjoy the conversations when he asked why you dressed the way you did

---

"Let me give you a brief summary," You start, sitting on the worn-out couch with the Medic on the far-end, a freshly lit cigarette in-between your fingers, "-there's a small community of us, people who also dress like me. But like I said, small community, not many of us." Taking the first drag of your cigarette, you see from the corner of your vision Medic holding a scolding look, eyeing the cigarette in your hand with disgust.

Blowing the smoke out in small puffs, you continued, "But, the reason why we dress the way we do, there's several and it varies from person to person."

"It could be a way of self-expression, a break from the mainstream style, or...damnit, I always forget the last one's. But there's many reasons why is what I'm trying to get at."

"What was your reasoning?" The Medic finally spoke, crossing his legs as he (un)discreetly takes out a notepad, writing down the information that you have just stated. The question processes in your brain, taking a long drag, repeating it over and over until an answer formed.

"Mm, nearly everyone dresses the same, no variety in their fashion." Finishing the last of the cigarette, you put it out in the ash tray atop the coffee table, leaning back into the couch with a stretch. "Everyone is always expected to dress the same. I wanted something different."

"Interesting..."

---

Romantic

Now for the romantic part of the relationship, it would take him FOREVER to figure out that he likes you

YEARS if nobody brings it up

He would just brush it off as excess adrenaline from the battles (even if there was a ceasefire)

He would also began to show a certain type of favoritism towards you (his birds especially)

Whether that be storing a jar of lollipops in his office for you to take from (and only you), telling you a in-depth explanation/step-by-step of his experiments before anybody else, scolding you whenever you do something that's unhealthy, or just treating you like a normal doctor whenever it comes time for the yearly check-ups (like not experimenting on you/doing a random surgery or injecting random chemicals into your body to see what effects it'll have on the battlefield.)

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"Aye, doc! How come you only give M/N loli's!" For what seemed to have been the tenth time that day that Scout has complained about the same thing—over and over again—it was starting to get on the doctors nerves as he attempted (emphasis on attempted) to rescue his beloved bird that has somehow snuck his way inside of the scout and got himself tangled in the intestines while the Medic was preforming surgery.

"And for the last time, Scout." A sharp snap fills the tiled-room, a small piece of the Scout's rib cage in-between the Medic's gloved fingers, throwing it somewhere behind him without much concern for it as he continues with his current task at hand, "They aren't such a nuisance, unlike you."

---

That's his only excuse whenever someone asks really :/

He always seems to enjoy your company the most out of all the mercs and is seen with you more times than anybody else on the team

It's until one of the mercs bring up his favoritism from another point of view that he begins to think...differently

Not a bad differently, but a "What do I do" differently

Like that's the moment when he begins to realize his affections for you

Personally, I believe that man has never been in a romantic relationship/had romantic feelings for someone

So him being in love for possibly the first time in his life, he's stumped

Like what does he even do in a predicament like this???

Would probably go to Engie or Heavy about this predicament for some sort of guidance.

His behavior around you would change a bit

He would still act like his regular self

But with you around he could be seen fidgeting with whatever he has in his hands and stumbling over his words more often, maybe even calling you pet-names in German

There will be times where he'll have a red flush seen on his normally pale face whenever you do something he sees as attractive/adorable (whether that be ruthlessly killing the other team, laughing at something one of the mercs did, cooing at Archimedes, etc.)

Like, flushed to the tips of his ears down to the nape of his neck type of blushing

You can tell he's blushing whenever his glasses fog up <3

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"Who's a pretty bird? You're a pretty bird!" Said blood-covered dove cooed at the various praise he was receiving from you, flapping his wings in a joyful matter. You came to the medbay to ask Medic for something that the Engineer needed but quickly got sidetracked when a certain dove flew down from his perch and decided to greet you.

Bringing a finger up to the dove, you give him small gentle scratches atop his head, continuing to coo at the bird with a big smile stretched across your lips.

Medic watches as the whole thing happens from his desk, a look of adoration in his eyes as he watches the on-going interaction between you and his bird. A feeling of warmth began spreading across his face, the beating of his heart increasing just from the sight alone.

He's absolutely clueless on what to do—the well-composed Medic, the man who has made a deal with the Devil and tricked him, sowing 8 souls to his very own, and has done many experiments that should be impossible to achieve—is confused on how he should proceed with his arising feelings for someone he considered a colleague and friend.

What a very troublesome situation.

---

He would probably be a bit straightforward when he decides to confess to you, probably in a private space like in the Medbay or when it's late at night so nobody is awake to walk in on the two of you

When I say "a bit straightforward", I mean like he'll beat around the bush for a brief few seconds before just going for it, and keeps eye-contact throughout the whole thing

If you accept his feelings; he's ecstatic! But he doesn't know how to act, to say.

'What do couples do??' 'How does one act when they are in a relationship?' Mainly the questions that are going through his mind

If you reject his feelings; he'll become quiet and distant around you. He might even be a bit mad at himself, whenever he's by his lonesome; staring at his reflection on his bone-saw as his birds attempt to comfort him

Like, you guys will still talk, but it'll just be awkward—a tension between the two of you

Okay moving on.

Once entering a relationship with the Medic, it's best if you take things slow; discuss boundaries with one another, what to do and what not to do, etc,.

Would probably become a bit more touchy? Like, small brushes against your hand or one of your limbs, holding you hand or just linking pinkies with you whenever the two of you are alone

Like those kind of touches, soft.

Kisses would probably start off small too; small kiss to your knuckles or a kiss to the palm of his hand to bring a flush out of him (Though he prefers both of these in private)

Would absolute want to attempt to do your hair and make-up

I feel like he's either the kind of person to keep his love life private, but also not? Like, he would drops hints that he's in a relationship with you, but they are so subtle they fly over a few of the mercs heads

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Again, Anon, I'm sorry for going off-topic

[rinwellisathing]

Orphanage AU- House of Hope is an Orphanage run by Raphael, but those who don't get adopted find themselves indebted to him when they age out and end up working for him as an enforcer or for Haarlep in their brothel. In this drabble, Enver Flymm escapes with some valuables stolen from Raphael with the help of his best friend and first love, Sentry Ojeda.

His heart was pounding a mile a minute. The cambion could return home at any second and then this would all be for nothing, they would both be punished swiftly and severely. Sentry knew this, he knew it and he has felt Raphael's wrath before, as had Enver, but Enver believed he could pull this off and at the end of the day, there was nothing Sentry wouldn't do for the older boy. Besides, if Raphael was focused on him then that was one less moment he had to turn his wrath on Rolan, or Astarion, or even little Ilya. Sentry would bear that.

Finally, his sharp, pointed ears heard the click of the office door opening and he glanced back to see Enver grinning triumphantly, his long hair slick with sweat that beaded on his forehead, his dark eyes gleaming eagerly. On his back was a pack filled to the brim with gold and valuables, enough to make it out there alone, at least for a few years, but by then his inventive mind would find a way to sustain him.

Sentry smiled back, that crooked broken smile from so many beatings and punishments and the two spared a moment, gazing into eachother's eyes before their lips met hungrily, sharing a deep, passionate kiss, Sentry's sharp teeth nipping at Enver's lips, their tongues daring to brush against one another.

Too soon they pulled back from eachother. There was precious little time left before Raphael returned. Enver's dark eyes met Sentry's mismatched ones and he gripped the younger boy's shoulders tightly. "I will come back for you, my love, I promise."

"Don't worry, I can handle myself, Envy." Sentry grinned roguishly, one hand gently caressing the side of Enver's scarred and bruised face. "It's enough to know you're safe."

One final kiss and the two separated, Enver hurrying quickly towards the staff entrance while Sentry inhaled deeply, forcing down the tears that threatened to come as he made his way back to the dormitory. Rolan would be at his private lessons with that smug hack wizard, Astarion was asleep with the thin, scratchy blanket pulled up over his head, and Ilya, little do gooder he was, was likely doing his chores and Sentry's as well. For all intents and purposes alone now, Sentry allowed himself to collapse on his bed, the already too small cot he had often delighted in allowing Enver to sneak into late at night after all the others had gone to sleep, even the heavy creaking of the springs under their combined weight and the movement of their tryst not enough to wake the others, and he buried his face in his hands.

Enver was safe now and that was what mattered, but to go on here without him...of course he'd promised to come back for him, but that could take years, and more than that, if he did that would bring him right back into danger of falling into Raphael's clutches and everything would have been for nothing. He could not hope for that, could not rely on it. With a deep breath, Sentry forced down the tears that threatened to come and prepared to greet the rest of the day as if nothing had changed. Rolan's bruises would need healing, Astarion would likely have some plan that desperately required Sentry's help, and Ilya would need protection from bullies. For Sentry, nothing had changed except that aching, gnawing feeling that he was now more alone than ever.

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Just watched Thunderbolts* and then tried to go to sleep and my brain decided to write up a whole ass speech that Yelena should have said, idk I might write it down or something idk.

Edit: Here is the 3am drabble or something

Thunderbolts* spoiler below ig

Takes place right when Valentina says the new avengers

*Yelena walks up to the podium with an air of confidence, looks at her teammates then at the press*

Yelena: This is not true, we are not this, "new avengers" she claims we are. Half of use here [Thunderbolts*] are just hired killers, and mere days ago she hired use all to try and kill each other at a laboratory up in Nevada then incinerate us to get rid of project sentry and any loose ends. Ox corp were trying to make a single superhero that was stronger than all the Avengers combined. We are just a group of scrappy antiheroes, we are the Thunderbolts.

*-The press start taking many photos and asking so questions

-Yelena walks away with the other thunderbolts following behind, Red Guardian waves at the press before following

-Valentina is shocked and watches the thunderbolts leave

-Congressman Gary is in shock/impressed by the new information he just hears*

Post credit scene: Same as before

Post Post credit scene: *The Thunderbolts* are giving Sam a tour of the building, having a few takeout bags of shrawma, the rest of the scene stays the same*

[2frosty4you]

Howdy! Are your requests still open? If they are, mind if I request the mercs with a teen reader who was hired as a mercenary who ends up getting hurt in battle?

Mercs reacting to Teen Reader getting hurt in battle [Drabbles, Platonic]

| All mercs x GN!Reader Platonic | 746 words | Masterlist | Ask/Request |

Heyy!! and yes they are still. I am just really slow qwq

TW! uhh blood, mentions of violence and uhhhh blood

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Scout

Since scout see's you as the younger sibling he's never had, his immediate reaction to seeing the enemy soldier hit your arm with his shovel, the sickening crack of your forearm echoes through the boston's ears. Thankful for his speed as he throws his guillotine straight for the soldier's neck, the man gurgled and coughed blood as he crumbled to the floor.

Scout will mention this time and hold it against you with a laugh, but makes sure to either get medic or a health-pack.

Soldier

Soldier is fighting, screaming and most importantly proclaiming his love to America as he shoots rockets at the enemy team. Till he catches the sight of you from the corner of his eye, and then your fist hitting the side of a spy's face.

The spy quickly attempted to back up, then shot a bullet through your thigh. He heard your pained reaction, and before the Frenchie could finish the job Soldier swung his equalizer and lobbed off his head, a gnarly sight but he couldn't have some French Commie taking down his American Soldier in training.

Pyro

Pyro is on their asses the mere moment they hear your shouting and the voice of the scout. Pyrovision glitching as they watched the scout swing his bat at your face, before the bat could touch a hair on your head pyro pounced and with their homewrecker in both hands they swung over and over, with pure anger and vigor at the Boston's head.

They turned the scout into a mush of flesh on bone.

Afterwards they check on you, checking being picking you up and calling for medic.

Heavy

He takes the man's head in one palm, and crushing it like an apple.

Heavy is protective of his family, and due to your young age in this environment his blood is boiling. He puffs air harshly through his nose, as if he were a bull and if they dare land a bullet or blade on his family? Consider their limbs ripped from their bodies.

If you are injured he takes you to medic, though most of the time medic will be with him.

Demoman

He is drunk more than 98% of the time on the battleground, yet this doesn't dampen his reaction of charging right into the pyro and swiping their head from it's shoulder before they could land their axtinguisher onto your burning body.

You will need to stop him from throwing his scrumping on you if you're still on fire, look he's trying.

Engineer

Dell doesn't get angry, he's concerned when he sees you stumbling up the stairs. burnt marks on your skin and blood dripping from bullet holes in your arms.

Then he see's the bastards which had done this to you, his own kid hurt by the heavy medic pair who looked so full of themselves. Laughing, until the sentry beeps and locks onto them. Engie is thankful for his sentry placement, and smiling at the pair before they get killed and blown to bits.

He checks up on you as his dispenser heals you, like the good dad he is.

Medic

'How did you get hurt??'

Is his main question, he took his eyes off of you for one second and a demoman was already stumbling towards you. He jabs his ubersaw into his face, killing the drunk Scot.

He heals you of course, but lectures you on staying near him and not running off. He keeps you close to himself and heavy for the rest of the game .

After the battle he does a quick checkup on your then shoes you away to finish his paperwork, and experiments.

Sniper

Shoots a bullet right through the eyes of the engineer who was around 3 seconds of delivering the final blow with his gunslinger onto you. He grumbles and waves you off if you mention it after the battle, but if you thank him with coffee he has a warm feeling but just acts like the old man he is.

Spy

He's not a good dad. Quite the opposite.

But for once, after seeing the pained expression on your face from the needles in your arms is the first time, since scout's birth that he feels like a father. And acts like one.

He strikes the medic in the back, swiftly pulling his butterfly knife from the medic and kicking his dying body away with a sneer.

'You are too reckless'

He mutters to you before brushing his hand on his suit jacket and disappearing into smoke.

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