#spending so much time around test tube

[emthimofnight]

Getting To Know You

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Summary: Sonic knows Shadow as an enemy, a rival, and an ally—but a friend and co-parent? Hardly. With their newfound daughter fast asleep, Sonic takes the opportunity to get to know his other half a bit better.

“Well, Stellar is finally asleep.”

Sonic turned his head to follow the voice of his long time rival, Shadow, as he announced his entrance into the living room. He could read the exhaustion in Shadow's body language immediately, even from where he was currently seated on the couch. The game show Sonic had been watching on the TV faded into the background as his focus was drawn elsewhere.

“Oh, yeah?” He answered. “That's good. She took a while to settle down this time.”

Shadow shuffled over, grunting in half-hearted response as he unceremoniously collapsed into the couch beside Sonic. Sonic watched as Shadow craned his neck backwards, resting his head on the back of the couch and closing his eyes. Now that he was closer, Sonic could clearly see how messy his quills were; something that was out of character for the black hedgehog. 

Feeling brave, he reached out to pluck a loose quill from Shadow's head, flicking it away with a quick snap of his fingers. A few weeks ago, he would have surely been rewarded for such a breach of Shadow's personal space with a growl or a threat, but now all his rival could muster was a quick, non-threatening glare in his direction. Sonic smiled in return.

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “Stray quill.”

“You're lucky I'm tired,” Shadow grumbled, failing to sound intimidating. 

“Oh, wow.” Sonic turned his body to face Shadow's more readily, the space between them thinning by a small margin. “The Ultimate Lifeform? Tired? Who are you?”

Shadow turned his head slightly in Sonic's direction, cracking a half smile. Sonic had noticed he'd been doing that more lately—smiling—and he couldn't shake the happy flutter of his heart at the sight. It was nice to get along with Shadow. As much as he enjoyed their fights, he had always wished the two of them could be friends, even in a minor capacity. Turns out, the push they needed to get along was co-parenting their illegal government experiment baby. Who knew?

“The only reason you are not tired is that I always do all the work,” Shadow replied quickly, sounding a smidgen annoyed with Sonic’s teasing, yes, but amused regardless.

“Hey, that's a low blow!” Sonic grinned. “You and I both know she likes you better. She never settles down for me!”

“That's because you spend more time goofing around with her than actually trying to put her to sleep.”

“I only try to tire her out! The kid has tons of energy!”

“You only succeed in riling her up,” Shadow retorted. 

“Oh, c'mon, Shads. She loves you. I think she must have, like—imprinted on you when you pulled her outta that test tube. It's a miracle she doesn't cry whenever you leave the room anymore.”

Shadow made a soft, “hmm” in response. He seemed somewhat pleased by Sonic's admission. 

“Maybe,” he said quietly. He almost seemed lost in thought for a moment, a pregnant pause hanging in the air. Sonic held his tongue, something that he was learning how to do more frequently as of late. It took him a bit to figure it out, but Shadow seems to speak his mind more often if he can just shut up and try to listen. Rewarding Sonic for a rare display of patience, Shadow continued, “It's so strange to have someone rely on you so completely.” 

Shadow glanced his way, his eyes expectant. It seemed he was waiting for Sonic to interject.

Apparently, Shadow had him figured out, too.

“Yeah,” Sonic bobbed his head in a steady nod. “Honestly, I never really imagined being a dad. Never thought I’d make a good one.”

“Neither did I,” Shadow admitted. “I don’t even know if I can have children through… Conventional means, so to speak. I don’t think it was ever intended for me to be able to reproduce.”

Sonic bit his tongue, resisting the knee-jerk reaction to tease Shadow about “conventional means of reproduction” and what that might entail, knowing that would be a quick way to shut down their conversation if he wasn’t careful. He and Shadow had certainly gotten closer as a result of this parenting partnership, but there were still boundaries that weren’t meant to be crossed.

“Guess it doesn’t matter either way,” Sonic shrugged. “We’re here now, and we’ve gotta make the most of it.”

“Hmm,” Shadow hummed in agreement. “I guess so.”

For a moment, there was silence. Sonic found himself at a loss as to what he should say next, something that was happening to him more regularly in Shadow’s presence. Keeping the peace between the two of them meant he had to make an active effort not to antagonize the other hedgehog, but that also left him a bit confused as to how he should interact with him. This whole situation caused him to realize that he and Shadow rarely had regular, non-world-destroying contact, and now the guy was around all the time! He was so used to punches flying between them that casual conversation had him floundering awkwardly.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” Shadow said suddenly, cutting through the haze of Sonic’s thoughts. It was like he could read his mind, sometimes. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Shadow’s tone was something he couldn’t quite recognize. Shadow rolled his wrist, gesturing in circular motions with his hand, clawing at the air as if trying to conjure his thoughts into something tangible that he could grasp. “It’s… Hard to deal with.”

Sonic blinked incredulously, his surprise apparent on his features. Shadow gave him a glare and a curl of his lip, showing the pointed tip of one of his fangs, frustration creasing his brow. For once, Shadow was filling the silence between them.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Shadow growled.

“Wait—are you saying that you like when I talk?”

Shadow pinched the bridge of his nose, “I didn’t say that. I’m just used to you talking all the time. I don’t—” a sigh, “I’m not good with conversation.” 

Sonic felt his quills prickle with a foreign sense of delight. It wasn’t exactly a compliment, but it was close enough to one that it made him a bit giddy all the same. 

Sonic chuckled. “You know what’s crazy? I’ve been trying to talk less.”

Shadow raised an eyebrow, face contorting in confusion. “What? Why?”

Sonic, slightly sheepish, replied, “Well, uh…  You talk more when I’m not talking, so. Been trying not to steamroll our conversations.”

Confusion still colored Shadow’s facial expression, his ruby eyes focusing on Sonic’s face. Sonic chose to admire a corner of the room instead to avoid the intensity of his stare. 

“You? Trying to listen when I’m talking to you? Are you dying?”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” Sonic answered dryly. “Just figured if we are going to be parenting a kid together, I should probably get to know you outside of how hard you can kick me in the head.”

A snort of laughter came from Shadow, a sound that felt like a reward in its own right. He could count on one hand the amount of times he’s managed to get Shadow to laugh. 

“A remarkable display of forethought for someone as impulsive as you,” Shadow teased. 

“Ahh, the art of the backhanded compliment. A Shadow the Hedgehog specialty,” Sonic taunted back. “Seriously, though! Tell me your favorite color or something. For all the bad guy butt we’ve kicked together over the years, I feel like I don’t know you all that well.”

Shadow was smiling in earnest—at least, as earnest as someone like Shadow could muster. “That’s what’s top of your list? My favorite color?”

“It’s a start!” Sonic replied. “Since I know you are dying to know, mine’s red. Blue is a close second, though.”

Shadow rolled his eyes, his amusement betraying his attempt at brushing Sonic off. “Why am I not surprised…”

“C’mon, Shadow! This is what the more extroverted types call an icebreaker. Humor me?”

Shadow’s eyes were on him again, analyzing his motivations for this line of questioning silently. If there was one thing Sonic knew about Shadow, whether he decided to answer would be determined by his ego. Shadow was paused in consideration, so Sonic once again chose to wait for whatever answer Shadow would give him. 

“...Green,” he said quickly, eyes drifting elsewhere as he folded his arms across his chest. 

Sonic felt his pulse quicken with excitement. Shadow was actually entertaining his attempt to know more about him! He never thought he’d find the idea of knowing his rival’s favorite color so appealing.

“So you do have one! I was prepared for you to tell me you didn’t care.”

“I don’t,” Shadow quickly asserted. “But,” he continued, “if I had to pick, green is probably it.” 

“Cool,” Sonic said softly, the knowledge of Shadow’s favorite color finding a happy little spot to nest in his brain. “How about, uh… Weather? Do you have a favorite kind of weather?”

Shadow gave him a put-upon frown. “Are you going to keep asking me dumb questions?”

“You’re allowed to ask me dumb questions too, you know,” Sonic reminded.

“Bold of you to assume I have any.”

Sonic smirked, “I’m sure you do.”

Shadow let out a bark of dry laughter, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

In a moment of honesty, Sonic replied, “Yeah, man. I would.”

Shadow stared back in silent reply, his eyes scanning Sonic’s face for any signs of deception or trickery. He clearly hadn’t expected that answer.

“...Spring weather is nice.”

Sonic perked up. “You don’t mind the rain?”

Shadow seemed almost sheepish, suddenly. One of his ears twitched in agitation, a growl escaping his lips. If Sonic had to guess, Shadow didn’t appreciate Sonic’s prodding for a deeper explanation. Even so, he still made the choice to answer, “I… Like the flowers, I guess. Maria liked flowers.”

Ah. Maria. The main reason for a lot of the things Shadow did. 

“That’s a pretty good reason,” Sonic smiled, his tone of voice gentle. “Perfect weather for a long run.”

Shadow peered at him out of the corner of his eye. “What about you?”

“A nice sunny day with a good breeze is killer,” Sonic answered. “Man, I just love the feeling of the wind in my quills, yanno?”

Shadow nodded, humming in agreement. Despite the tension in his shoulders, he did seem to soften slightly as their conversation went on. It might just be a result of his exhaustion, but he seemed less rigid than usual. 

“I suppose I should ask you a question, then,” Shadow said, his voice almost sounding a bit amused. He shot Sonic a knowing look, clearly recognizing his interest would get a reaction out of him. 

He wasn't wrong, Sonic couldn't manage to stifle the smile that broke out across his face.

“Yeah, feel free!” Sonic encouraged, “I'm an open book.”

Shadow was staring at him again, and for a moment Sonic wondered if he had managed to scare him off from asking his question. Shadow didn't leave him hanging for long, though.

“...Why did you agree to this?”

Sonic blinked incredulously. Leave it to Shadow to ask the hard questions.

“Like… What? This game, or…?”

“Stellar,” Shadow affirmed. “Why did you agree to help me with Stellar?”

Sonic leaned back into the couch, scratching at his chin with a gloved finger. “Hmm. Good question.”

Why did he agree to this? He'd never really wanted kids, and he certainly never imagined having them with his rival. It was a concept that was so far outside the realm of possibility that to say the whole scenario blindsided him would be an understatement.

“…Well, it’s the right thing to do, for one. I could tell that you were kind of at a loss as to what you should do with her. You so rarely ask for help—especially from me—that I had to give it a try. Besides, you and I have overcome all kinds of crazy challenges in the past, how hard could this be?”

“It's by no means easy,” Shadow thought aloud. “But… It is easier than it would be if I were doing this alone, so. I suppose I should thank you for that.”

Sonic felt his heart do something funny in his chest. It reminded him of the sensation he'd get right before a roller coaster hit its first drop. He suddenly felt the urge to go on a run.

“Did you just thank me? You sure you don't have a fever or something?” Sonic teased. Even now, as he finally managed to earn genuine answers from his rival, he couldn’t stop himself from defaulting back to their usual banter. 

To his surprise, Shadow didn’t growl, glare, or move to swat at him with his hand. Instead, he let out a short chuff of laughter, his gaze drifting away and up towards the ceiling. 

“I must,” Shadow sighed, not sounding all that bothered. “Or maybe I’m just more tired than I thought.”

Sonic smiled, his expression softening as he observed the other hedgehog. His posture was uncharacteristically relaxed, his body succumbing to the comforts of the couch. Even the Ultimate Lifeform couldn’t fight the exhaustion that came with caring for a fussy baby day in and day out, it seemed. Granted, most baby hedgehogs weren’t capable of teleporting on a whim. Perhaps their unique circumstances were what truly crumbled Shadow’s typical unyielding resolve.

“Take it easy, then,” Sonic said gently. “Catch some Z’s while you can.”

Shadow turned his cheek slightly, peeking at Sonic suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. He was clearly looking for an ulterior motive etched into Sonic’s features. 

“Hey, don’t look at me like that!” Sonic protested. “I’m serious. I’m not going to mess with you while you sleep, and if Stellar wakes up, I can handle it!”

“I don’t trust you to handle anything,” Shadow muttered, lacking the usual bite in his words. 

“Hey,” Sonic half-laughed, “you could try.” 

“Hmm,” a hum of consideration. “For once, I think I might be too tired to argue with you.”

“That makes it sound like you enjoy it.”

“You’re delusional,” Shadow smirked before turning his face skyward once more, this time allowing his eyes to drift closed. “I’ll just rest my eyes for now. If you try anything, I’ll make you regret it.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sonic replied, shifting his weight a bit to get more comfortable in his own position. “I’ll just be thinking of more questions to annoy you with while you recharge.” 

When his teasing wasn’t met with a response, Sonic allowed himself to observe the other hedgehog more freely. It was easier to absorb Shadow’s features when he wasn’t sitting on the other end of his intense stare. 

‘He couldn’t have fallen asleep that quickly, could he?’ Sonic pondered, peering at the remarkably relaxed face of his fellow co-parent. His breathing was slow and steady, his chest rising with every breath, making the snowy poof of hair that resided there a distraction for Sonic’s eyes. He was never able to grow any fur on his own chest—at least, not to that length—so he had always found himself a bit fascinated with the singular spot of white on the other hedgehog. Not that he’d ever admit it out loud, of course.

For a brief moment, he considered what it might feel like to touch the silky-looking tufts of fur, before quickly stamping that thought right back down where it came from. Sonic might be an adrenaline junkie, sure, but he certainly didn’t have a death wish. Without thinking, though, he must have drifted a bit closer into Shadow’s space, because he was soon met with that annoyed ruby glare once more.

“What?” Shadow growled, his hostile edge returning to his voice as his suspicion in Sonic was heightened. 

Sonic moved away quickly, letting out a nervous laugh. “Sorry, I thought for a second you’d already fallen asleep,” he admitted sheepishly. “I was just a bit amazed, is all. Made me realize that I haven’t really seen you sleep before.”

Shadow rolled his eyes before closing them once more, shimmying his shoulders a bit to settle deeper into the couch cushions. “I’m not going to sleep at all if you keep staring at me like that. Watch your stupid show.”

Sonic blinked, turning his head back to the TV he had been watching before Shadow had entered the room. Right. He’d actually been paying attention to that before he found himself distracted with Shadow’s presence. He wasn’t actually sure what was going on with it anymore, but it was a welcome escape from his own impulses to pester Shadow. It wasn’t like he actually wanted to bother the guy, it was just hard to adjust his behavior to fit their new normal. He was so used to their relationship being full of banter and petty competitions that he didn’t know how to just exist around the guy. 

He stole a quick glance in Shadow’s direction before refocusing on the television. From Shadow’s aloofness, it seemed he didn’t know how to exist around him, either. 

The silence between them was filled with the sounds of mindless reality TV entertainment, and Sonic felt himself slowly starting to relax. He hadn’t really noticed before, but his own guard was up when Shadow was around, too. It might not be the same kind of hostility that Shadow displayed, but it was still there. He might have asked Shadow to trust him, but that didn’t mean he trusted Shadow. 

He felt a tiny pang of guilt—what for, he wasn’t exactly sure. Yes, he’d always wished he and Shadow could get along, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the thrill of fighting with him. Being the fastest thing alive meant he was often leaving others behind, but that wasn’t the case with Shadow. Shadow was one of—if not the only—person that could keep up with him. If they became friends, did that mean Shadow would stop chasing him? Would he stop trying to surpass him? He wasn’t entirely sure he was willing to give that thrill up just yet. 

A soft, unfamiliar noise pulled Sonic from the depths of his thoughts. His ear twitched, finding the sound was coming from the black hedgehog that rested beside him. Did he just—?

A rasping exhalation of breath from Shadow’s nostrils confirmed it. Shadow the Hedgehog, the Ultimate Lifeform, was snoring. Not the kind of snore that was disruptive or cacophonous, but the sort that was soft, rumbling, and endearing. Sonic almost couldn’t believe his ears. 

A smile wormed its way onto his face as he observed Shadow in his slumber, a newfound fondness settling in his chest at the sight. 

‘Just going to rest your eyes, huh?’ He thought to himself, amused. 

Maybe he and Shadow’s relationship was going to be different from now on, but perhaps that didn’t have to be a bad thing. If the giddy feeling in his chest was any indication, there might be some thrills to find in this new alliance after all. 

[phoenixblaze1412]

HII!! happy new year!!! Can I get some fluff hcs with dottore (+ segments) and reader whos child is sucrose? This can be seen as a part 2 to the having a kid hcs if u want! - 🐓

It was you who gave your child the name Sucrose. Dottore didn't really mind any name you gave your offspring, his segments have weird names, why should he stop you from giving your child a chemical compound name?

Theta (Webttore) though... was curious of it.

"So.. why Sucrose exactly? Could have easily rhymed such a name with glucose, fructose or even lactose?"

"Because sucrose is sugar and what does sugar taste like? Sweet. And my daughter is the most sweetest thing in Teyvat."

"...both you and 'him' are bad at naming things. Naming your own kid table sugar, what a dumbass."

Sucrose prefers to stay with her father in his laboratory whenever you're busy, she's not much of an outdoor person and doesn't really want to interact with more people aside from you, Dottore, and even his segments who she can already tell who is who. She's just a shy little bean with good memorization.

Ever since the day Sucrose was born, everyone has been more restless, mostly you and Dottore since the segments don't even need sleep to energize themselves.

You would find her crawling around a room, searching for things that catches her interest and even reaching places a child shouldn't even reach.

One time when you, Dottore, and Sucrose were sleeping together on your shared bed, you were immediately woken up in the middle of the night due to the sound of your daughter crying but was nowhere to be found.

It took you and your husband at least 20 minutes to find that Sucrose was at the top of a cabinet and couldn't get back down.

Sucrose, your sweet daughter, apparently has taken in her father's footsteps, studying the world of science at just four years old. What got her interest the most is alchemy.

She immediately learned the chemical components of the things around her. Even creating and mixing a few chemicals into a test tube to see the reaction, Dottore stood beside her just in case something bad happens so he could pull his child out of the way.

One time when you were about to visit your family in the lab after coming home from a mission, you were immediately welcomed with a loud explosion which made you panic and run down to where it came from.

Once you reached the lab, you were greeted with your husband and child's faces all covered in soot. Both of their hair was messy and in every place, it was as if someone had electrocuted them which cause their hair to stand.

"What did you two do that caused this?"

"Welcome back, dearest. We wanted to see what kind of reaction we may get when we mix fuel oil with ammonium nitrate fertilizer."

"We got an explosion.."

Next time, before you went to another mission and leaving your two scientists behind, you asked the segments to keep an eye on the two and make sure they don't cause any more explosions.

Surprisingly, Sucrose has a few segments that she favored.

Omega and Prime, aside from being almost as perfect as her father, the two segments would teach her more about the chemistry field whenever Dottore is busy.

She finds Zeta's quiet behavior comfortable since she too is also shy and meek around others. They both communicate with a few sentences and it's already enough for them. Both Sucrose and Zeta rather prefers to do work than talk over it.

There were some fatui soldiers who would mistaken your child as a cicin mage due to her hair. Dottore suggested on dying her hair blue but you immediately declined his suggestion.

It's you who would be the one to style both Sucrose and Dottore's hair every morning, making sure it wouldn't hinder them whenever they work.

This caused the other segments to also want their hair get tied up, even those with hair as short like Theta's.

Dottore would always find ways to be able to spend time with you. Which is why he would hand his child over to his segments before sweeping you off your feet and carrying you out of the lab to spend quiet moments between you two.

All in all, Sucrose is happy to have her parents and guardians, if you could even call the segments as guardians. With her curious mind, she even learned about the other nations.

Oh, how cute Sucrose was when she asked her father if she could go to Mondstadt and study alchemy there.

"Absolutely not."

[kdogreads]

Y/n is close with Abby like the mom figure to Gibbs being her dad figure. Gibbs and y/n have only ever had words in passing They are always friendly with a flirt now and then. One day Gibbs uses Abby's cot to get some rest he wakes up to y/n and Abby talking about blind dates.

"Y/n I'm gonna find you a companion in life. Just do one more date"

*y/n sighs* "I'm just not the type of person people are looking for and that's ok"

*as she leaves the lab* "Abs some people are ment to be alone"

Gibbs comes out telling Abby that he will be taking y/n on the next date.

This is such a sweet idea!! I’m sticking it with this request bc I feel like they just fit together so perfectly. I hope that’s okay by both of you 🥹 thank you so much for the love!

Jethro Gibbs x f!reader

TW: alcohol, a smidge of angst (reader thinks she’ll be forever alone), mostly just a heap of fluff

A/N: I’ve never been able to use any of my nerdy lab knowledge in a fic before so sorry if I went a little overboard lmao (I’m a pre-analytical training coordinator and spend my days teaching people to be labbies basically). Thank you so so so much for reading! ❤️

Just before you left for the day, you decided to head down to the lab check in on Abby. It was quality control week, meaning she had to got to run test patients on all of her instruments, confirm the results are what they should be, order biological indicator tests to make sure no foreign bacteria snuck its way in where it shouldn’t have, then do it all over again a dozen or so times to make sure the results match up.

Not that Abby is anything less than capable of completing the quarterly checks, it just gets very tedious, and Abby is not a fan of busy work.

“Hey Abs,” You greeted her sweetly.

“There is no Abby, only QC’s,” She quipped back in her best robot voice.

You only chuckled in response and grabbed a pair of gloves without another word. You started resulting the tests in her queue, a feeble attempt to help the boring task move along faster.

The two of you worked quietly on opposite sides of the lab for another half hour until you moved the last tube into the “finished” tray.

“Wanna grab some dinner?” You questioned, removing your gloves and heading over to the sink to wash your hands.

“No, thanks; already ate,” Abby responded without looking up from her work, “Hey! How did that date go last night? I can’t believe I forgot until now! Tell me everything.”

Abby turned towards you excitedly, her eyes bright and body fidgeting in anticipation. You swear she was more invested in your love life than you were sometimes.

You started to shake your head “no” and Abby let out a loud groan.

“Ugh! I had such a good feeling about this one,” She spoke in disappointment.

“You said that the last time, too, Abs,” You leaned against the counter and crossed your arms lazily, “He asked me to meet his mom. On the first date!”

Abby visibly cringed and put a hand lovingly on your bicep.

“I’m gonna find you a companion, I swear it!”

You let out a sound that’s half laugh, half sigh before you speak, “It’s okay, really. I’m just not the type of person anyone is looking for, and I can’t find the person I’m looking for. It’s just the way it is, Abby.”

She sent you a sympathetic look, squeezing your arm in reassurance. Abby pulled you into a tight hug, like she was trying to will a new love life into you with her bare hands.

You sent her a loving smile when she finally pulled away from you.

“Well, I’m gonna head out. You sure I can’t drag you away for something to eat?”

“No, no. I have too much to get done,” She motions to the empty tubes behind her, “Don’t lose hope, Boss Lady. Your perfect man is out there.”

You headed towards the door before turning around to tell her goodbye, “Some people are just meant to be alone. It’ll be me and the dogs forever,” You smiled slightly, “Goodnight, Abs.”

You made it almost out the door of the NCIS building before you realized you left your purse in the lab. With a huff, you begrudgingly dragged yourself back into the elevator, down to the lab, and right up to the doorway. The surprise of two distinct voices coming from within stopped you in your tracks.

“Gibbs! You can’t sneak up on me like that! I didn’t know you were using the cot.”

“Sorry, Abs. You often set her up on blind dates?”

“Yes! I am determined to find my wonderful boss’ soulmate somewhere in the greater DC area.”

Jethro chuckles.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see it before now! She’s just your type, Gibbs, and she’s so fun and cryptic just like you and—“

“Abby,” He paused, “Way ahead of you.”

You decided now was your chance. Knocking gently on the doorframe, both of them turned their heads to see who was there.

“Hey Abby; Jethro,” You smiled, trying not to act like you just heard their whole conversation about you, “I just, uh, left my purse.”

Abby looked around and spotted your bag, handing it to you with a cheeky grin on her face. You all stood there in semi-uncomfortable silence for a beat before Gibbs spoke.

“Have any plans tomorrow night, Red?”

You straightened up a bit at his question and the playful nickname. You are just his type.

“Um, no. I don’t. Not yet, anyway.” You tried to keep an even tone, but the nerves and excitement were practically seeping out of your pours.

“My place, 7 o’clock,” Gibbs said in his nonchalant tone, “Casual. Hope you like bourbon.”

He winked at you and walked out of the lab before you could even exhale the breathe you hadn’t known you were holding. You looked at Abby, your eyes wider than ever before.

“Eee! I’m so excited!” Abby squeals and flings her arms around you.

You couldn’t even put any thoughts together. Your heart pounded out of your chest and your hands must’ve been shaking, the adrenaline of the situation just starting to wear off.

“Come on,” Abby said while sliding her jacket off the back of her chair, “I’ll finish up tomorrow. We have to plan your date. With Gibbs!”

You let out a laugh and wrapped an arm over Abby’s shoulders, heading out to grab something to eat.

You nervously sifted through your tops, trying to find something that felt “casual,” as Jethro had requested, but still nice enough for a date.

Oh screw it.

You grabbed a plain olive green hoodie, the big white letters reading NCIS. You figured if he asked for casual, he would get casual.

The drive to Gibbs’ house went quickly. You’d been there once before, when Abby insisted Gibbs needed company one New Year’s Eve. You didn’t end up staying very long, but he left an impression on you. After the visit, Gibbs started stopping to say “hello” in the hallways at work, or bringing a coffee up your office every now and then.

One detail you remembered from your brief visit is the front door was never locked, so you didn’t bother to stop and knock.

Walking through the doorway, your eyes immediately gravitated to the only light on in the house — the one leading down the stairs to the basement. You took this as your sign to invite yourself downstairs.

The stairs creaked slightly as you made your way down, the sounds of sandpaper meeting wood filled your ears.

“You found the place,” Jethro’s strong voice greeted you as you stepped into his workspace.

“How could I forget?” You teased back.

Jethro let out a honey-soaked chuckle and offered you a stool to sit on. He poured you two fingers out of his half-empty bottle of bourbon, then did the same for himself. He tipped his glass to you and you tapped yours against it with a slight clink.

You shut your eyes as the amber liquid burned down your throat. Instinctively, you leaned back against the counter and let out an exhale.

“Long day?” Jethro joked, but you could see the genuine care when you opened your eyes to meet his gaze.

“Long week,” You responded before taking another sip, “Abby’s up to her eyeballs in evidence to examine, plus all this QC crap takes so much time. I just feel bad I can’t help her more. I didn’t realize taking the lead forensics position would take me out of the lab so much.”

Jethro nodded in understanding, one corner of his mouth tilting up slightly as he poured more into your already empty cup.

“Abby’s the best of the best,” He said with confidence, placing a hand reassuringly on your knee, “She’ll get it done.”

You smiled and nodded back at him, placing your hand over his as a silent thank you.

You were surprised when Jethro broke the comfortable silence first.

“You know she thinks the world of you, Red,” He said with a look in his eye, one that almost looked like pride if you had to guess.

You felt your cheeks get hot and you looked down at your shoes, unsure if the liquor or his sweet comment made you blush.

You took another sip before lifting your head back up and responding.

“Same goes for you, Jethro,” You reached out to grab the hand that rested on your knee just moments before, “I think if she had time to write a book about how much she adores you, she would.”

He laughed, a full laugh, glazed in honey and bourbon and it warmed you to your core. You thought that sound could end wars, cause the devil himself to crack a smile. You would have melted right there if he didn’t jolt you out of your trance a moment later.

He took the glass from your hand and whispered a quick, “c’mere.”

He took your hand and led you over to the boat he was building. He showed you a few small hand tools and gave you a quick explanation of their use.

Before long, his hands were resting over yours, your back pressed gently against his chest as he showed you the different sanding techniques he used. Though every inch of his body was pressed against yours, you’d never felt so free, so held and yet, so comfortable.

It was a quiet few minutes before he spoke, his lips inches from your ear.

“You ever done this before?” His breath tickled your neck and sent a shiver down your spine.

“Never,” You breathed, trying your hardest not to just melt into his strong arms.

“You’re a natural then.”

He slowly peeled his hands back from yours, allowing you to keep sanding on your own for a moment. You felt his strong hands slide down your arms, your sides, before settling on your hips.

Your eyelids fluttered, suddenly aware of the effect he had on you. Your movements halted and Jethro raised a hand cautiously to your chin, turning your head to face him.

“This okay?” He questioned gently, a worried look settled into his furrowed brows.

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, turning your whole body to face his, your arms sliding over his broad shoulders to rest at the back of his neck.

“Only if you intend to kiss me, Jethro,” His name danced from your lips in a whisper.

A soft smile spread across his face, the worry melting away in an instant.

“Yes, ma’am, I do.”

Before you could comprehend, the hand that was still on your chin drifted to hold you just below your ear, and his lips melted into yours in a sweet, slow kiss.

He tasted of bourbon and something you were sure was just distinctly him.

You leaned further into him as your lips met over and over again. His presence wasn’t demanding, but invasive. You felt Jethro in every inch of your body; his taste, his smell, the way his fingers gripped into your hip like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.

The seconds felt like hours before you separated your lips, both of you desperate for oxygen. Your chest heaved slightly as he drew small circles onto your lower back absentmindedly; his forehead leaning down to rest on yours.

“Do you bring all the girls down here and make out like teenagers?” You teased, still slightly out of breathe.

He threw his head back in another honey-glazed laugh. It invaded your sense just as his kiss had.

God, you though, I could listen to that forever.

“No,” He huffed, a wide smile still spread across his face, “Only the special ones.”

“Ohh,” You exaggerated, “So I’m special, then?”

He only growled an Mmmhhmm before his lips pressed into yours once more, this time slightly quicker than the time before.

“Hungry?” He asked simply, prying his lips from yours, a slight groan falling from your lips as he pulled away.

“Starving,” You replied without missing a beat.

He raised an eyebrow and leaned slightly further away from you, letting him see your full expression.

“For food, sweetheart,” He jested, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“I know!” You squeaked, swatting his shoulder playfully in protest.

He chuckled that charming laugh and nodded his head towards the stairs.

“Well, come on then,” He spoke after pressing a quick peck to your lips.

You followed Jethro upstairs where you enjoyed a delicious homemade dinner and spend the rest of the evening basking in each other’s company.

You sighed as you reached the top of the stairs, just outside your office. Since you rarely locked the door, you turned the handle and swung it open. You were surprised to see the light already switched on. A pit formed in your stomach as your eyes scanned the room before—

“Jesus, Abby!” You found her sitting at your desk chair, literally shaking in anticipation, “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” She quickly approached you, taking your bag out of your hand and setting it down in the desk, “Sooo? I’m dying to know! Tell me everything!”

“Ab,” You smiled at her an tilted your head slightly in a playful manner, “A girl should never kiss and tell.”

Abby squealed in excitement and pulled you into a hug, clearly understanding that it went well enough for you to kiss him.

“Please tell me you’re seeing him again. Please, please, please,” She practically begged with her hand folded in front of her.

“Tomorrow, after work,” You smiled as she squealed and pulled you into another excited hug.

“This is the best day ever!” She declared and sat in the comfy chair across from your desk, determined to get all the details from your life-changing first date with Jethro Gibbs.

[gophergal]

Behold, a silly AU I've been yapping to @cursed--alien about for... A week? Or two? Idk. Either way this is what they called Nine Mercs And A Baby, in which Medic creates a test tube baby (using his and Heavy's genetics) to develop an artificial womb then gets really attached to the resulting offspring. I'm not much of a fankid or kidfic person (kids weird me out), but this AU has really grown on me despite being a joke at first

(more details under the cut)

Before their "birth", Medic refused to acknowledge the question of what he was planning on doing with the baby if it survived. After it was born he claimed that he was only keeping it to study human growth and development first hand

Medic is extremely weird about fatherhood. He's simultaneously really anxious and distant. He knows he's not cut out to be a primary caregiver. It's just not something he's capable of, and he thinks himself too old for this nonsense. However, once he realizes that he really does have the support of his dysfunctional found family, he allows himself to learn to be a better father

The kid was raised relatively gender neutral. Ever read the book "X: a fabulous child's story"? They're not quite that neutral, but they're not really forced into gender roles or expectations. They have two first names (one feminine, one masculine), but no one in their family uses them. Most of the time they're just called the Kid, but everyone has a nickname for 'em. They don't care about pronouns all that much. (C'mon, they're my OC and I headcanon Medic as transmasc. There was no way they wouldn't be some flavor of nonbinary)

Heavy treasures his child and is so fucking protective. He's wrapped around their little finger. Though everyone helps out with their needs, he's his child's primary caregiver and no decisions are made about them without Papa Bear knowing

They're born in 1968 and spend the first four years of their life living on the base. MvM doesn't happen in this AU, so once the Gravel Wars end, Red Team goes their separate ways... At first. After a year or so they start trickling back together because nothing feels quite as right as being A Team. Kid only had about a year of their life where they didn't have a big family to rely on

It's not all sunshine and rainbows, but the only Major Issue in the family (at least for Kid) is how distant Medic is despite being their actual Legal Father. He tries, but he's afraid of smothering them or pressuring them into following in his footsteps. Had he been younger when they were born, he probably wouldn't have cared. But having the opportunity to form strong bonds has made him a softer man. Regardless, they still love each other, and Kid feels lucky to have a dad like him

[gemini-sensei]

Let's Have a Baby | Omega!Moon x Omega!Reader ft. Alpha!Hawk

CW: piv smut, breeding kink, rough sex, marking kink, threesome, married!Moon and Reader, chubby!Reader, discussions around getting pregnant.

Moon giggled at Reader's panting breaths, smiling at her wife as they lay in their big, lush bed together. Before either of them knew it, their lips came together again and Reader smiled into the kiss. They wound their arms around each other, making out in the after-glow of sex. It was another one of those days Moon was gone for the entirety of the day, leaving her pretty, chubby wife home alone. She was nowhere close to her heat, but Reader was insatiable when Moon finally arrived home and pounced her. It was sad to be home all alone without her wife there to spend time with her, but she loved Moon in part of the environmental work that she did. But they didn't talk about that when she got home. They fucked for hours.

Which led them to now, as they moaned and sighed into each other's mouths, too tired to fuck one more time. Their pussies were puffy and wet, clenching and twitching in the aftermath of their passionate fuck. Moon finally pulled away from Reader and smiled down at her. "I love you."

Reader smiled back up at her, the musk of sex mixing with her sweet scent. It permeated the room. It screamed love. They didn't have to say it because they knew they loved each other so much. They wouldn't be able to have sex like that outside of their heats without massive amounts of love. Yet, she still intended to say it.

However, she said something else.

"I want a baby."

Moon's smile melted away for a split second, replaced with shock as these words were processed. Then she smiled again, tired but happy. "Really?"

"Yeah, I do," Reader said.

It was something she thought about often. With Moon's wealth she inherited from her family, they didn't have to work. It allowed Moon the freedom to work for a nonprofit that were helping the environment, organizing clean-ups and such. She loved it. It was what she wanted to do most of all. But she was gone a lot, to organize and be at peaceful protests and other stuff. It left Reader lonely most of the time, especially when she traveled out of town to go to a protest or meeting in some other city or even state. So she'd thought about kids in the meantime. A baby would be nice.

Moon giggled and kissed Reader's jaw. "Let's do it, then."

~~~

The research that went into having pups as an omega couple was exhausting. Reader didn't know so much went into having pups as omegas. She thought it would be easy, but as it would turn out, they had to be accepted by a clinic and tested for STIs and other things before they'd even consider finding the couple a donor. It was scary and weird and Reader didn't like it at all. Moon didn't want to use a clinic anyway. She much preferred the idea of an all natural conception.

So once they decided to go that route, Reader's mind was a little more at ease. She wouldn't have to deal with sterile tables and needles and tubes. She wouldn't be inseminated by a doctor wearing gloves and instead, they'd find someone to help them do it the all natural way. That sounded like a much better plan of action.

That line of thinking had the wives at one of their dear friend's house.

Hawk was a strong, accomplished alpha. He was smart, physically fit, and had few medical issues that worried them. They knew clefts were genetic but that wouldn't make them love a pup any less. They actually liked Hawk just the way he was and if he agreed to help them conceive, they knew a pup with a cleft would never change their mind.

"You two seriously want me to help?" he asked, sitting a little frigidly. He wrung his wrist between his hand as he looked down at the floor. "Me, really?"

Reader nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, you."

Moon giggled at her wife's excitedness. She thought she was so cute. She kissed Reader's cheek as a small reminder to reel it in a bit. They didn't want to scare him off.

"I never thought about this before," Hawk admitted, his cheeks turning red.

Moon assured him, "You don't have to give us an answer now. We're eager but patient. If you say no, that's okay. We understand."

"No, not that," he said, then stopped himself. He seemed lost, at a loss. He was struggling to string his words together. "I want to help. You're my friends and I'm honored you thought of me as someone who can do this for you guys. I just don't know if you want me."

"Hawk, you're our first and only choice at the moment," Reader told him. She reached out to him and put her hand on his arm, stopping his nervous ticking.

"I am?" he asked as he looked at her.

She and Moon nodded.

"We've thought about this a lot and the idea of waiting for a clinic to test us and accept us feels so wrong," Moon told him, making a face. She didn't like the sterile environment that was down the other path. It just wasn't for them. "Please, take all the time you need to think about this."

"Me..." he said, smiling to himself and then at them. He seemed happy yet confused. "Even with my fucked up lip?"

They nodded.

Reader smiled at him. "It's not fucked up," she told him. "It's a part of you and if you were to give us a pup or two and they happen to have clefts, it would be a part of them. And we would love them with or without that. Our love is already unconditional."

Hawk nodded slowly, falling silent. The omega couple thought that he needed time, so they stood up to leave. However, Hawk grabbed Reader's wrist gently.

"I want to do this. I don't have to think long on it."

Reader couldn't help squealing and pouncing him for a hug. He caught her but that didn't stop her from knocking him over. Moon joined the hug and they sat like that for a while as Reader started crying. She was so overwhelmed by joy and Moon awed, wiping her tears away. Hawk released a calming scent for her because she was bawling and his instinct told him to make the omega happy, which made her laugh in the end.

They were going to have a pup.

~~~

It was decided long before they asked Hawk to be their donor that Reader was going to be the pregnant omega. So Moon helped her plan for the whole thing. They started tracking her cycle a lot closer and when she went into pre heat, Moon texted Hawk about it. She called out of work for a week and then some to be there with Reader through her heat, to cool her down as the discomfort settled in, to fuck her when it go to be a bit too much. The prospect of getting pregnant seemed to make it that much worse, at least in her pre heat, and the omega pair could hardly imagine what her actual heat was going to look like when the time came.

It was horrible when it finally happened.

Reader woke Moon up in the middle of the night with terrible cries. She was humping her leg, bare pussy pushing out slick as if trying to fill an ocean. Moon kissed her and laid her down, then striped herself naked so she could scissor her and help the pain. When Reader came, it helped relief the pain she had in her gut, but not completely. She wasn't satiated and Moon knew it wouldn't be long before she was whining again. She needed more than she could give her.

So she called Hawk, woke him up in the middle of the night like Reader had done to her, and asked him to come over. Reader's begging and whining in the background was a great motivator. He was at there house within thirty minutes wearing nothing more than a pair of gray sweatpants and a hoodie. He quickly ripped them off, knowing that if he didn't get undressed soon, Reader would tear his clothes to shreds.

"Alpha!" she cried as soon as his scent entered the house.

Moon led him to their bedroom and he went to Reader. Though she wasn't his omega, he was an unclaimed alpha and Reader was an omega in need. She not only needed him to satiate the heat but knock her up. She wanted a baby and he was there to help give her that. It was a great motivator in getting him hard other than the overly sweet scent of her heat and the begging.

She practically clung to him as he slipped his cock between her folds, wetting himself with her slick before he would even stick it in her. She whined and chirped desperately, the first few hours of her heat always the worst. She bucked her hips trying to make him slide in because she needed him. She couldn't help it.

Moon came to her side and kissed her, trying to calm her racing heart and neediness. The distraction was nice and Reader slowed down. She pushed a hand into her wife's hair and kissed her hungrily. It was wet and sloppy and the perfect kiss for that moment.

In the middle of it, Hawk took Moon's hand into his and lead it to his cock. She squeezed him, making his groan and she pulled away. She smiled down at her wife and asked, "Are you ready for him, love?"

Reader nodded, mind a foggy messy as she thought of only a handful of things: her wife, fucking, and Hawk's cock. "Please please please, need it! Need his knot, Moon!"

With that said, Moon didn't make her wait and guided Hawk's dick to her entrance. His fat head bumped her clit and she moaned, bucking her hips. Then his cock was at her entrance and he pushed into her, making her gasp sharply. She gripped Moon's hair tight, but she didn't mind. It felt good knowing Reader was getting filled with an alpha's cock that was intent on getting her pregnant.

When Hawk bottomed out, he grunted and held Reader's wide hips. He stared at her and Moon as they held each other, speaking softly into the hot air as he sat in Reader's tight pussy. His knot was pressed against her stretched out lips, not yet ready to sink into her and inflate to ensure she took his load. So he pulled back halfway out of her and thrust into her. She threw her head back and screamed with pleasure, writhing under her hold. Moon ducked down and took one of Reader's pert nipples into her mouth, her other hand grabbing her free tit and squeezing it roughly.

Moon came off as such a soft, sweet omega that Hawk thought she'd have such soft sex. However, as he watch the way Reader pulled her pretty hair and moaned loudly for her, Moon showed how rough she could be. She left dark hickeys along Reader's chest and pinched her nipples, licking stripes up to her neck when she was finished with her tits, and whispered in her ear about how hot she was going to look with milky tits and a big round belly.

It spurred Hawk on and he lost himself, fucking Reader harder. Her tits bounced and he loved the display, the way she threw her head back and called out "Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!" She looked so perfect, covered in a thin layer of sweat and that far-off look in her eyes. She wasn't fully there, overcome with her heat and the need for it to go away. Her pussy bared down on his cock hungrily, close to letting go and milking him for all he was worth.

She cried out so pretty when she finally snapped, squirting on his cock heavily, so hard her body shook. His jaw fell open as he watched her, her back arching off the mattress. He didn't stop fucking her, his cockhead kissing her spasming cervix. Then he groaned and felt his knot pulse, so he pushed into her all the way, rutting in her tight cunt once his knot popped in. He leaned over her and grunted, "I'm gonna come, omega."

She smiled in the haze. "Please, alpha. Come in my pussy. Please please please."

Her words were the end all be all. His knot swelled and stretched her poor cunt, making her whine. Then he came, giving her the buckets worth of cum he'd been saving for her. She took it so well, relaxing against the soft, sweat soaked sheets as she moaned at the sensation of being filled. Her cute little cunt milked him for every drop. She stared up at him, tired and panting, smiling up at him.

Moon giggled at her face, leaning over to kiss her tenderly. She whispered sweetly, "You did so great, Reader. So great."

Hawk felt like he was going to drop, but he held himself up so as to not crush the omega under him. He held himself up on his elbows and Moon noticed it. She gently pushed him, ushering him to roll over. After a moment of silent resistance, he did as she said and held Reader to his chest as he lay on his back. They were connected for as long as his knot would be lodged in her. It wouldn't go down for hours, two at most he thought. She laid boneless on his chest and Moon playfully smacked her fat ass, making it jiggle.

Then she got up to get some cool rags to wipe them down with. Reader thanked her for it as she dozed off, finally satiated - for the time being at least. Moon and Hawk knew that it would only last so long and he'd be fucking her full again. For now, though, it was okay.

Moon lay beside them, holding Reader's hand, and fell asleep. Hawk didn't fall asleep until the omegas were peaceful. He knew he'd be awakened in a few hours to do it all again, so he needed his rest. But he wouldn't trade it for anything. He was helping his friends after all, and that was priceless. Their happiness was the ultimate goal at the end of the day.

[buckybarnesss]

Something that frustrates me is that Theo can full transform into a wolf and it’s never talked about. Like how is it a big enlightenment thing for the Hales and then the evil 17 year old test tube were-creature can just do it casually and he doesn’t even USE IT FOR ANYTHING

lol fucking theo.

okay.

here we go.

i can understand how this would be frustrating and yeah it kind of is but the thing about theo is that narratively he's a derek mirror.

especially for scott and stiles.

read more because i had thoughts on this subject.

for the two of them, derek has always been there. it started with the three of them and for the type of shit they dealt with on a regular basis derek being there was comforting. even when they were actively being deeply annoyed by him because derek was safe to them in so many ways that i think that like a lot of teenagers they took for granted that he'd always be around because it's derek.

than he wasn't.

and argent left too.

it's the moment where the paradigm shifts and says "you're on your own kids".

it really pulled a rug out from under the two of them.

derek's departure at the end of season 4 in smoke and mirrors was so significant but also understated. i think people really do dismiss the amount of growth that occurred in the derek and scott relationship. fandom gets so hung up on their antagonism in seasons 1 and 2 they don't look much deeper for why they were like that and sort of ignore that season 3 spends a lot of time showing them moving away from that.

stiles and derek are more difficult to parse for some. their relationship whether you ship it or not is mostly in subtext. stiles is fucking attached by season 4.

stiles fears change. it's a huge part of his season 5 and 6a arcs. it terrifies him to lose people he cares about or have his relationship with them change.

i think it's important to remember that in smoke and mirrors, derek is all but dying in front of stiles. he's bleeding out. it doesn't look good. no one knows the dumbass is gonna evolve or whatever werewolf magic he pulled out his ass. he is dying and his last words to stiles are to go save scott.

this is after a season of where derek's been messed with magically by kate, where he's been losing his werewolf powers and lydia predicted his death.

when derek's lying there bleeding out stiles hesitates. twice.

he gets more focus than peter or braeden does in this moment. the focus is derek and stiles. we get like six close up shots of stiles being deeply affected by this and by affected i mean fucked up.

sure, derek doesn't end up actually dying but he leaves with braeden. we have no idea if they've really spoken all that much in the in-between.

stiles's face as they watch derek and argent leave does not give the vibe that he has had closure.

derek being unable to give stiles a proper goodbye is a whole other post.

it's really significant that derek leaving unmoors stiles emotionally even months later and that scott recognizes it. we are shown stiles getting sentimental and gooey over the initials d.h for a reason in creatures of the night. he misses derek.

why all this background when this post is about theo? it's because derek's absence in season 5 is glaring and tangible. it's an unsaid thing that theo is able to take advantage of.

it's a compare and contrast but sort of in opposite directions for stiles and scott.

both derek and theo grew up in beacon hills but left for a period of time before returning.

derek is immediately recognized by stiles and theo is recognized by scott.

both are accused of killing their sister. derek didn't kill laura but theo did kill tara.

derek is a born werewolf who earns his full shift which is an inherited rare gift whereas theo is a chimera artificially created by the dread doctors.

derek rejects the influence of peter and duecalion whereas theo is a tool of the dread doctors.

derek's desperation in building a pack and losing them versus theo's desperation to build a pack and killing them himself using deucalion's teachings about taking power.

derek wanting to kill lydia because he thought she was the kanima versus theo wanting lydia because he wanted her knowledge and she was the key to the hellhound

scott wanting to trust theo is an obvious course correction of how he mistrusted derek in the beginning and how he misses the connection he had with derek.

scott's just desperate for something to work out.

stiles's mistrust of theo is in contrast of how he trusted derek despite scott's insistence that derek wasn't trust worthy.

it also highlights that stiles's is on edge. he cannot afford to trust someone. not again. he cannot let another person close.

which brings us to parasomnia and the benefit of a doubt conversation.

there's a lot happening with stiles and scott during season 5. there's nogitsune fall out, them growing up and the pain that comes with it but also how stiles's behavior is increasingly paranoid and irritable. it's why theo is able to take such advantage.

but i think on some level scott misunderstands that stiles never really distrusted derek the same way he did.

stiles: "yes. okay? we followed him out here. what do you want me to say? that i'm a stalker? huh? that i'm crazy? totally paranoid? none of this is new information!" scott: "now you're gonna try to at least give him the benefit of the doubt?" stiles: "i give people benefit of the doubt! i've given a lot of benefit to a lot of people." scott: "like derek? ...kira? ...liam?"

i can not post scott's face when he's about to bring up derek to stiles.

scott may not know all the details, he may not understand them but what he does understand is derek leaving has stiles fucked up and bringing him up is going to poke at sore spot. bringing up derek was his entire point. adding kira and liam weren't the important part of this segment of conversation. i don't even think stiles ever mistrusted kira prior to when she begins to lose control of her fox.

scott is trying to appeal to stiles's derek feels and stiles just ends up super mad about it.

so to me in the end, a lot of scott and stiles's whole theo issue was really about derek.

(here's how i can make everything about derek hale lol).

theo being able to shift really was only to compare him to derek lol and who knows if he can even still accomplish this after he was returned from hell. he kind of went back to factory settings. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tl;dr season 5 theo is derek-lite.

[oepionie]

Hi! I'm not sure if this request is odd, but could I request Jamil with an s/o that's skilled at pharmacology and cooking?

CHARMING THE SNAKE. jamil viper

Character/s: Jamil Viper x GN! Reader

Tags: Tooth-rotting fluff, slight angst if you squint really hard

WordCount: 700+ |💌 Masterlist

> If you were skilled in pharmacology, I can see him being interested in the research work you do. He enjoys spending time with you in your lab while you work, however occasionally he gets sidetracked and ends up staring at you instead.

Jamil watched you move around the lab efficiently, grabbing papers and test tubes as you went. He sat in the far back, leaning against the wall as he watched you in your element. His half-finished homework was scattered on the desk in front of him. Homework that he had abandoned in favour of staring at you instead.

Your hair was pinned back with two golden snake clips, ones he gifted you himself. You had a focused expression on your face, tongue occasionally darting out to wet your lips. He let his gaze move to the soft line of your cheeks before finally looking into your eyes. They were like sparkling gold coins, pieces of pale, polished emerald, dazzling amber, and intricately carved jade, similar to the gems and jewels he'd seen at the bazaars back in the Scalding Sands. Your eyes shone under the lab's overhead lighting like hidden gems in rich dirt. Jamil wished to stare at them for hours, had stared at them for hours.

"That essay Sir Trein assigned isn't going to finish itself, Jamil." You mused, not looking up from your papers as he stared at you from across the table. He blinked before hastily looking down.

"Ah. Yes of course."

> Cooking dates? Cooking dates. Jamil would put both your culinary abilities to use and convince you to join him in the kitchen. After all, isn't cooking so much better with your beloved?

Placing a sheet of phyllo dough into the pan, you quickly grabbed a pastry brush, brushing the sheet with melted butter. Jamil was, unsurprisingly, placed in charge of food preparations after Kalim announced yet another weekend party at Scarabia. You had promised to help, and now here you were, wearing a frilly apron while preparing Baklava in Scarabia's kitchen.

"How is it?" Jamil placed a hand on your hip, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear. You jumped, cheeks burning up from the close proximity between his body and yours.

"Make sure the mixture is layered properly." He spoke in a low and deep whisper, eyeing the pan. He clasped his hands over your own, guiding the pastry brush along the pan.

"J-Jamil! I know that! Shoo! I'm trying to concentrate here." As you turned to face him, he gave you a sly smirk and stepped back. His charcoal grey eyes swept over your body before settling on the apron you were wearing.

"Kiss the chef, huh?"

"It was the only apron they had left!"

> Despite the teasing, he would actually melt if you cooked for him, though he'd feel a bit guilty about it. Being the vice dorm leader and Kalim's babysitter retainer leaves him with little free time, thus he hardly ever finds the opportunity to take care of himself. He is incredibly appreciative of your love and generosity, it might just take him some time to get used to it.

"Jewel? What are you doing here? Jamil stared at you bewildered. He was on his way to history class, running a bit late since he had to rush back to the dorm when Kalim once again forgot his homework. That's when you unexpectedly arrived, looking a little unkempt and holding a lunch box in one hand.

"Jamil! I've brought you lunch!" you say brightly, your one free arm raised up to beckon him in for a hug. Jamil closes the distance in less than a second, pulling you in. You pressed a kiss on his cheek, chuckling when you felt his skin burn up.

"Thank you but you really didn't have to." He steps back and coughs into his palm, attempting to maintain his composure. Jamil knew that cooking for him every day was no easy fit, especially when you're practically swamped with all the work that Crowley dumped onto you. Still, as with anything thrown your way, you somehow always go out of your way to make time for him.

"I wanted to! Here, take it!" Ignoring the pang of guilt in his chest, Jamil plucks the lunch box from your hands. He's careful with the meal, lifting the cover to catch a glimpse of what you've made for him today. The meal featured a bed of creamy milky rice which was topped with a butter-coated roast chicken.

"Saleeg? I was just craving this earlier, how did you know?"

"It was just a hunch~"

Likes and Reblogs are greatly appreciated and motivating on my end !

[theplottdump]

[ 𝗔𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗝𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 #𝟮𝟮𝟬 ] I didn't tell them.

Well, okay- I mean, I didn't tell them 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. And I know, I know- I can hear you yelling from here. But let me at least try to explain my argumentation to you first-

I don't know if you know anything about my Dads- but you see, I'm kinda a pro-expert on the subject. And if you've met them ( and lived ) you're probably super evil, some sort of spy, or really really lucky.

(𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘵𝘸)

It's not that they don't care, it's just that sometimes they care so much it hurts them.

Like- when I was six, I fell off stairs in the lounge. I broke my arm, but most importanter was afterwards I wasn't allowed to use those stairs without an adult watching until LAST YEAR.

So it's not really lying- more like, protecting them the whole truth.

My dads lie all the time for work and stuff. I'm just leaving some more important parts out.

During the interrogation I kept my story simple.

I told them it was fuzzy- some rocks shook loose in the cave after the storm - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩, and I got so turned around and confuzzled I eventually had to swim out. -𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.

If I told my dads everything- about my ship, about the ocean, about - y'know like the whole everything- they'd never let me out of their sight! Least until I turned super old like them or something.

No more pirate ships, no more explorerations, and no more Adventure Journals.

And if evil dad found out about the whole ocean water breathe-y thing!? I'm not stupid. He'd want to run all kinds of weird tests on me.

Like I get it, I was born in a tube in the lab- but I definitely wasn't planning on spending my whole summer in one too.

I know they didn't really believe me. Mostly because I kept hearing them yelling at each other when they thought I wasn't around.

HANSEL told me that's what adults like to do when they get scared.

[rosepascal]

The Light Of All Lights: Chapter 2 || Teacher!Joel Miller x Teacher!Reader

summary: A new girl joins your class and the lingering friendship (?) with Joel takes a turn

warnings: character death, mean parents.

a/n: Okay I finallyyyy wrote the second chapter oops. But I love teacher joel so much even if I had some writers block for this series lol

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10 years ago

“Dad! Wake up we’re gonna be late!” Joel shot out of bed.

“Alright!” His morning voice was in full effect as he blindly threw the covers off his bed.

He should be used to waking up early given he’s been a teacher for years but sometimes he just needs some sleep. Life had been exhausting. Long hours, not enough pay, dealing with parents and the admin. Not to mention raising a teenage girl by himself.

Though to be honest Sarah’s been able to make herself breakfast since she was nine. Joel rubbed his eyes and sighed. He was like a zombie as he got dressed and headed downstairs. The day ahead of him is already filled with dread as the list of things to do in his head only grew longer.

“Get your homework done?” He asked as he took a sip of his coffee. His face scrunched up in disgust at the awful taste. Sarah rolled her eyes as she handed Joel a cup of orange juice instead.

“Get yours done?” He chuckled and shook his head. She never missed a beat with him.

“Alright let's go.” He smiled as she threw her backpack on her shoulder.

Everything felt normal. The car started and Sarah sat in the front seat like always. Her head bopping to whatever station she put on. Apparently his taste in music was “outdated”. He takes the same road he always does. Hitting every red light on the way.

One moment he was listening to Sarah talk about her math test. The next everything went black. When Joel wakes up Tommy’s by his side. He wouldn’t meet his eyes. There were tubes hooked up to his arms and his head hurt like a bitch.

“Sarah.” Is all he could rasp out. Fighting the pain in his limbs as he looked around for any signs of his daughter. Tommy closed his eyes. Shaking his head and Joel got angry. It was like he was feeling every feeling all at once but anger was the one that was winning inside of him.

“Where. Is. She.” His voice was raspy and every part of his body screamed in pain as he sat up, ripping the tubes and wires out of him.

The alarms blared but he couldn’t give less of a shit. Sarah had to be somewhere. In another room. She was alive and he was going to fight like hell to get to her. Nurses rushed to his room to get him to calm down. The stitching on his sides were ripping as he got onto his feet. His knees give out on him as he takes a single step.

“SARAH!” He yelled. The heart rate monitor beeped faster as he fought off whoever was putting their hands on him.

It wasn’t until he felt a small prick that the world around him started to fade and his will to right became less and less. When he woke up the second time all he could do was stare at the white ceiling. It didn’t matter how many times the Doctor tried to talk to him he didn’t listen. He was a ghost of the man he was. It was all a blur. Being released. Stepping into the house. Sarah’s funeral. Nothing was the same.

It never will be. 

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It’s been a week since the first meeting. You hate the way that you look at Joel now. How some gossip keyed you into the most tragic moment of someone's life. It felt wrong to learn that way but no matter how hard you could try, it would never leave your mind.

Silently you type away on your laptop. Your free period is spent catching up on grading. Your eyes drift towards the back wall, the one with Joel on the other side of it. Your thoughts wander to him again.

Maybe it was some weird thing now that you know about…well his past or maybe it was because you’ve been forced to spend time with him but you swear he’s becoming nicer to you. Friendlier. And you swear his eyes sparkle in a way that you never noticed. A knock on your door pulls you from your wandering mind and you’re grateful for it.

“Yes?” You close your laptop as Mrs. Barker opens your door. A girl stands behind her looking awkwardly at the ground.

“Hi, This is Ellie. I sent you an email last week about her.” Mrs. Barker says flatly. She’s not the friendliest woman.

You did get an email about a girl joining your freshman english class. You didn’t know much about her other than she was registered late for school. Offering her a warm smile you hold out your hand to shake.

“Hi Ellie, it’s wonderful to meet you.” She looks at your hand for a moment before taking it.

“She’s in your next class so I brought her here to get started.” Before you could say anything else Mrs. Baxter leaves. Sighing you tell Ellie to sit at a desk.

“So..Does she always walk around like she’s got a stick up her ass or?” Ellie asks and you snort. Normally you’re supposed to discourage that kind of language in a classroom but she caught you off guard.

“Mrs. Baxter…Has a lot of work to do so she can be a bit uptight.” Ellie raises her eyebrow and you laugh.

“So Ellie, tell me about yourself.” Her arms wrap around her backpack as she slides down in the seat.

“Not much to say,”

“Well I hope you have a great year this year.” You smile and she just nods.

You don’t expect her to open up to you at all or even like you but you want to give all your students a good year so you hope you can at least do that for her. You let Ellie hang out in your class until the next period, she wanders around and looks at your decorations before excusing herself to the bathroom.

After about 10 minutes you start to get nervous. Closing your laptop you walk outside for any sign of her. She left her backpack so she wouldn’t have just left the school right?

“Are you always this loud?” You hear Joel ask someone. Looking into his door you see Ellie sitting on one of his desks, her feet swinging back and forth as she munches on a fruit roll up.

“Ellie! You can’t just go running off like that.” You say gently as you walk into his classroom.

“I’m sorry Joel.” You apologize but he just shrugs.

“He doesn’t mind. He likes me.” Ellie says while smiling at Joel who just looks up at her and sighs. The bell rings for break and the halls begin to fill with kids.

“Go to class kid.” He says.

“I don’t know where my next class is.”

“Figure it out.” He says without sympathy.

“I’ll help you Ellie.” You offer and she smiles at you.

“See, that’s what a nice teacher sounds like.” She sticks her tongue out at Joel who just waves her off, a hint of a smile on his face.

“I’ll be waiting!” She hops off the desk and heads out of Joel's classroom. 

“You ready for tonight?” Joel asks, taking you by surprise.

“Oh uh, yeah. I only have a few meetings today so. Won’t be too bad.” You answer nervously.

Joel’s never been one for small talk so it’s unexpected to hear him say more than a few sentences to you. But it was a nice gesture. Your first parent teacher conferences were daunting but nothing you couldn’t handle, probably.

“Good luck.” He says as students start to file into his class.

You nod and leave, a sudden nervousness settling over you as you help Ellie find her next class. Ellie’s sweet even if she’s got a mouth on her and you’re excited for the rest of the year. Though her relationship with Joel seemed interesting. Like they already knew each other despite Joel teaching seniors and Ellie being new.

She spoke to him without fear and he seemed to match her interesting sense of humor. Those thoughts float to the back of your mind as the day passes. The bell rings and students hurry out of class to their freedom.

Settling your papers you wait for your first meeting. Which goes fine. They aren’t exactly the most attentive parents as they don’t seem like they want to be there. Waving you off as you try and explain how their kid is doing in class. They leave, taking their kid with them and it’s clear none of them were paying attention to you.

The next few meetings go about the same. Some parents don’t care while others are overly involved. Asking you about extra credit and extra reading. The complete spectrum of parents is overwhelming to be honest. But as the clock hits five you’re ready for your final meeting. This is the one you were waiting for.

Matthew is a wonderful student. He asks questions and he tries his best every day. The only thing is that he seems to have trouble with assignments. You know he’s trying but he just can’t seem to grasp the concept fully. You try to help him when you can but you think he could benefit from tutoring. When his parents walk in you greet them happily but they seem anything but interested in you. As you begin to explain tutoring options for Matthew they get angry.

“You’re his teacher. If anyone is to blame here it’s you.” His mom spits angrily.

“No one is to blame here Mrs. Davis. Matthew is a wonderful student, he just needs some extra help, that's all.” You try to explain to her but neither of his parents want to listen.

“You are just as incompetent as the last teacher, we’ll be speaking to the administration.” They stand up and leave.

Tears welling up in your eyes as they slam your door. It feels stupid to cry but her words really cut deep.

All you wanted was to help these kids and it hurts to hear someone be so mean to you. You suppose you should get used to this. Mean parents are common but fuck it hurts. Burying your face in your hands you let out quiet sobs. In your sadness you don’t hear the door open or the man walk into your class.

“Hey, is everythin’ alright?” Joel gently touches your shoulder causing you to jump. He steps back and raises his hands.

“M’sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Of course to add insult to injury Joel finds you a mess in your room. Wiping your eyes you try to organize papers on your desk.

“I’m alright thanks for asking.” You mumble as you stuff papers into your bag. Joel shakes his head and sits on a desk in front of yours.

“I heard that lady yellin’ at you.” He admits and you stop. Your shoulders sag as you lean back in your chair.

“I know I know, I shouldn’t be crying over a mean parent.” “I never said that.”

“But you were thinking it.” Joel crosses his arms and looks at you, his stare making you nervous.

“No. I’m not.” His sternness makes you shiver, it feels like you’re being scolded.

“How…How do you deal with it all?” You ask him.

How does he deal with it? The shitty administration, the uncaring parents, the pressure, battling the want to help with the reality of what that means.

“Look. You can’t help everyone. It’s not possible.” He starts. He notices the way you deflate and it bothers him.

“But, if you can help one kid. Make a difference in one life. Then it’s worth it.”

“Thank you.” You whisper as your tears stop.

Joel nods, letting out a small noise to let you know that he heard you. He gets up and starts to leave but you stop him. He doesn’t really talk to anyone like this but you love this side of him and there’s a selfish craving to see more of it. To get him to open up to you little by little.

“Joel, um..Would you like to join me for lunch? I’ll pay as a thank you.” Your heart pounds in your chest as he stops.

Were you too forward? Did you mess it up? With every passing second the rejection seeps in. But turns and with a small smile on his face, one that you’d never seen but want to see more of every day.

“Yeah, I’d be happy to.” He offers you a small nod before leaving.

Excitement bubbles in your chest as you pack up your things. Slowly you’ve befriended Joel and while it's exciting for you, to Joel it's terrifying.

Letting someone in, it doesn’t come easy. He should've said no. Panic starts to set in as he reaches for his phone to call you. To tell you that he changed his mind. He opens his desk drawer and he picks up his phone. But he stops.

Hidden under stacks of paper is a small picture of him and Sarah. She took it on her polaroid camera, the one she begged him to buy for her 12th birthday. They’re so happy. Her smile makes his heart ache. He picks it up and ghosts his fingers along the edge of the picture.

“Miss you baby girl.” He mumbles sadly as he sets the picture down.

If she could see him now. She’d probably be so mad at him. Tell him to stop being such a grump all the time. She’d like you, he thinks. Putting the picture away in his desk he turns off his phone. Deciding that maybe going to lunch with you won’t be too bad.

Maybe having a friend wouldn’t be too bad. 

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king of my heart - pt 11

i don’t wanna hurt you, i just wanna be drinking on a beach with you all over me

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: you and ben (try to) celebrate your anniversary; ben faces a setback and you decide to make some plans to take his mind off it warnings: none word count: 4k

a/n: i literally had half of this written when ben posted the pics of him and mase and their friends on the yacht hahah, manifested that fr. this is somewhat plotless again but i hope you enjoy the longer chapter!

The countdown to the Euros begins not long after the holidays are over. You’re not physically keeping track of the days, but the closer you get to June, the more the pressure seems to be building.

Specifically, the pressure Ben is putting on himself.

You’ve really admired his courage and determination throughout this whole ordeal, and you want him to make it to Germany more than anything - but not at the cost of his own well-being.

As soon as the doctors give him the all-clear to begin moving around more, working out in the gym and doing some light pitch work with the boys, Ben dives right in.

He’s at Cobham bright and early almost every morning for physio, now followed by several hours in the gym and often a couple more outside. He’s spending more time there than he did when he wasn’t injured, which you can’t help but find concerning, but he promises you he’s listening to the doctor’s advice.

It seems to be going well, with him seeming more and more alive with each passing week that he spends working toward full fitness. You know he’s still doing therapy sessions once a week, which is a massive relief to you. His mental well-being is your priority, and you don’t want it to take the backseat as he focuses on his physical recuperation.

In early March, you reach another important milestone - your one year anniversary. Although you weren’t technically a couple until later, Ben insists on counting from the day he met you. As he put it, his heart has been yours ever since, and it was too sweet for you to argue, so you went with it.

The morning of the anniversary, you wake up to find Ben already gone, like most mornings these days. You sigh and get up to get ready for work, feeling a bit sorry for yourself that you didn’t get to start your day with your boyfriend’s kisses.

Your mood is improved when you make it down to the kitchen and find a giant display of roses with a note attached.

Happy anniversary, my love. Sorry I had to go, but I’ll be home by 5 and then the celebrations begin! Pick out a pretty dress and I’ll take care of the rest. I love you so much and can’t wait for tonight xx

You smile to yourself as you wonder what he may have planned for the two of you later. It’s probably a fancy dinner or something, but honestly, you couldn’t care less, you’re just excited to spend time with Ben.

It hasn’t been an easy road to get to where you are now, but you’re so incandescently happy to have made it here.

On the tube, the whole day at work, and as you leave early so you can get ready before Ben gets home, you can’t stop smiling.

As you’re putting the finishing touches on your makeup, your phone begins to ring. On your way over to pick it up from its charging station, you can’t help but look at yourself in the mirror, smiling at the sleek black dress you’ve chosen for the occasion. The very same one you were wearing the night you met Ben.

When you see his name flash on your phone, you grin even wider, unable to contain your excitement.

“Hey babe! Are you on your way home?”

“Hey,” Ben responds, and you can tell right away from his tone that something is wrong. “I’m still at Cobham. I - I tweaked my knee at training.”

You drop down to sit on the bed, your heart breaking for him.

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” you breathe. “Are you okay? How bad is it?”

“They don’t think it’s too serious, but it’s probably going to push me back a few weeks,” he sighs. “I’m really sorry, love, they want to do some tests and I’m not sure when I’m going to be out of here. I’ll try to get home as soon as I can, or maybe you want to take Charlotte and use the dinner reservation I made, it’s on me of course-“

“I’m coming to Cobham,” you say decisively, without hesitation. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Y/N, you really don’t have to. I don’t want to ruin your night any more by having you come all the way down here and sit in a treatment room with me.”

“Don’t be silly, there’s nowhere else I would rather be right now,” you say softly. “Hang tight, honey, I’ll be right there.”

It doesn’t even occur to you to get changed before you’re driving down to Cobham, your heart hammering in your chest with concern. You know he said it’s not too big of a setback, hopefully, but your mind is full of what-ifs.

You breeze past security and run down to the treatment area, glancing in each room until you find Ben.

He’s sitting alone on one of the beds, an ice pack on his knee, scrolling on his phone when you arrive. When he hears you walk in, he lifts his head, and his jaw drops.

“Holy shit, you look incredible.”

You blush slightly, suddenly feeling a bit silly for coming here in your fancy date outfit, but you weren’t thinking about anything but Ben when you came here.

“Thanks, honey,” you say, walking over to him and taking his hand. “What happened?”

He sighs, squeezing your hand tightly. “I was just doing some basic training drills and I felt a really intense pain in my knee. The doctor checked me out and he thinks it’s just a strain and not another tear, but I need a scan tomorrow and I’ll probably have to sit out for two to three weeks.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” you murmur, running your hand through his hair. “How do you feel now? Is the pain still bad?”

He nods, leaning into your touch and desperately seeking your comfort.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “But I’m mostly just frustrated. I’ve been working so hard to make it to the Euros and it could all be for nothing if I’m not fit in time. And I managed to fuck up our anniversary.”

“Hey,” you say, raising your voice slightly but keeping your tone gentle. “You’re going to be fit for the Euros. This is just a temporary setback, it’s going to be fine.”

Ben nods slightly, though he still won’t look at you, so you take his face in both hands and redirect his gaze to yours.

“And as for our anniversary, you haven’t ruined anything,” you assure him. “I just want to be with you, I don’t care where we are or what we’re doing. I love you, Benji. So much.”

“I love you, too,” he says, his eyes flooded with emotion. “I just wanted to be able to do something nice for you for a change. You’ve been helping me with this bloody injury for half the time we’ve been together, and I’m so grateful for that, but I didn’t want tonight to be about me again. I just wanted to not be a burden for once.”

“Ben, that’s sweet of you, but you don’t need to make anything up to me,” you say. “You’re not a burden, you’re my boyfriend, and I will be here for you no matter what. You don’t owe me anything in return.”

Ben tugs you closer, burying his face in your neck, and you can feel his hot tears on your skin. You comb your fingers through his hair, pressing kisses to the top of his head.

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” he murmurs into your neck.

“It’s alright,” you whisper. “Everything’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you.”

You continue to hold him for a while, until the physio comes back in to wrap his knee and give him some pain medication. As he’s talking with Ben about some strengthening exercises he should be doing, you excuse yourself for a minute, an idea forming in your head.

Once you’re down the hall and out of earshot, you call Charlotte and wait for her to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey, you said Mason has next week off, right?”

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The plan comes together within a matter of days, and by Thursday, you’re on a private jet bound for the Maldives with Ben, Mason, and Charlotte.

Mason and Charlotte jumped on board with your idea of taking a trip to distract Ben from his setback right away, and they even offered to take care of most of the planning. It worked out kind of perfectly with Mason having no game next weekend and both you and Charlotte having a slow month at work, and you were all eager to cheer up Ben in any way possible.

Although you were slightly concerned he wouldn’t be feeling up to it, Ben was elated when you told him what you were planning, and he assured you his knee would be fine.

The trip very quickly got way more extravagant than you’d expected, but you know how much money the boys make and how rarely they actually get an opportunity to spend it on a trip like this.

You spend the first three nights on a yacht, which could probably sleep ten or fifteen people but is reserved for the four of you. It’s by far the most over-the-top experience of your life, but it’s also the most fun.

You spend the days swimming and laughing with your friends, enjoying the scenic views from the boat and the warm weather.

As the days go on, you can feel Ben’s mood getting lighter and his heart a bit less burdened. By your final night on the boat, he seems to be completely relaxed, enjoying a few beers with dinner and joking around with Mason like he used to.

After you’ve finished eating and Mason and Charlotte have run off to their bedroom, Ben takes you by the hand and leads you to the front of the boat. There’s a big sofa bed set up with a dozen pillows, which you both lay down on and scoot closer to each other until you’re in his arms.

“This is so nice,” Ben murmurs into your hair as you lay with your head on his chest.

You’ve got one arm draped over him, fiddling with the soft material of his white t-shirt, and you let out an exhale against him.

You hadn’t completely realized how stressful the past few months have been, between Ben’s injury and your compounding work responsibilities, until you got here. Without thinking about work or football or anything, you’ve had the chance to just enjoy each other’s company and the time with your best friends.

“Yeah, it’s perfect,” you agree.

As Ben stretches out his legs a bit more, you notice him wince slightly, and you’re reminded of the reason for this trip in the first place - to take his mind off his slow-going recovery.

Gently, you move your hand down to his lower thigh, just above his injured knee, and begin to carefully massage the area. You look at him to make sure you aren’t hurting him, but judging by the relief on his face, it seems to be helping.

“God, that’s like magic,” Ben exhales, laying his head back against the pillow. “How are you so good at this?”

“I may have asked the massage therapist at Chelsea for some tips,” you shrug. “I wanted to be able to help.”

Ben is silent for a moment as you continue your movements, and when you meet his gaze and see tears in his eyes, you quickly stop.

“Shit, did I hurt you?”

“No, not at all, babe,” Ben insists quickly, grabbing your hand that you pulled away and squeezing tightly. “Sorry, I just…I can’t believe how much I love you sometimes.”

Your heart melts at his tender words and loving gaze. You lean in to kiss him, gently cupping his face as you do so and brushing your thumb over his stubble.

“I love you too,” you whisper. “Want me to keep going?”

“Yes, please,” Ben smiles, tugging you closer so you can resume.

As you lay in his arms, doing everything you can to alleviate his pain in some way, it occurs to you that you can’t believe how much you love him, either.

You never foresaw yourself in a relationship like this, at least not since your dad died. In some ways, it’s still terrifying - you don’t think you could bear it if anything were to happen to Ben, or if you ever broke up.

But it’s also exhilarating being so in love with him. Letting yourself be so loved by him.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Ben asks after a bit.

“You, mostly,” you say flirtatiously, causing Ben to press a flurry of kisses to your forehead and cheek. When he pulls away and looks at you a bit more seriously, you continue. “I was just thinking that I never imagined myself in a serious relationship like this. I don’t think I had properly grieved my dad yet when we met, and I was still so scared of losing someone the way my mum did.”

Ben nods, listening intently and squeezing you a bit tighter. He knows how hard it is for you to talk about your dad, and he’s always there for you when you need it. You had barely been officially dating for a month when the anniversary of his death came around, and Ben, knowing it would be a tough day for you, had come over with your favourite takeaway, a ton of sweets, and offered to watch your favourite film with you. That same night, he had held you as you cried into his chest for a long time, murmuring soothing words and rocking you back and forth.

In some ways, from that night on, you had almost felt like Ben was a gift from your dad, or at least that he steered you in his direction. You aren’t a religious or particularly spiritual person, but you think if your dad was acting as some kind of guardian angel on your behalf, he would’ve done everything in his power to make sure you ended up with a kind, loving man like Ben. And it would’ve been incredibly on-brand for him to choose a Chelsea player out of all the men in London.

“I think he would be really glad to see how happy you make me,” you continue, intertwining your fingers with Ben’s as tears form in your eyes.

“I wish I had gotten to meet him,” Ben says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “He raised an incredible daughter.”

You smile and cuddle up closer to him, both of you intertwined and staring up at the night sky. There’s a beautiful display of constellations above you, stars that you never get to see under the bright city lights of London.

“I wish you had met him, too,” you say. “It would’ve been the easiest bringing-a-boy-home experience ever. He was a bigger fan of the club than Max.”

Ben chuckles softly and begins to caress your back.

“Hey, I just had an idea,” he says after a few minutes have passed. “You should move in with me when we get back.”

He says it so casually, as if he’s not suggesting a major milestone in your relationship, that it takes you a second to process.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously,” Ben smiles. “I mean, you basically live there already, you might as well stop paying rent somewhere else. And Charlotte’s never home, so it’s not like she’ll miss you much. What do you think?”

You’re surprised by how little you need to think about it. On one hand, it’s a big step moving in together. But on the other hand, as Ben pointed out, you’ve essentially been living with him since he got hurt. The odd mornings you wake up in your own flat, alone in bed, without his gentle kisses and warm embrace, your day is already off to a bad start.

“You won’t get sick of me?” you ask somewhat teasingly, though there are still traces of insecurity in your tone.

“Impossible,” Ben says incredulously. “I know you mostly started staying over more often to help me out since the injury, which I really appreciate. But it also made me realize that I want you there all the time, regardless of whether I need help showering and getting upstairs or not. I hate when you’re not there.”

“I do too,” you confess, squeezing his hand. “Okay, let’s do it! I’ll move in when we get back.”

Ben grins with glee and leans in to attack your face with little kisses, making you giggle as his lips move down to your neck.

“I can’t wait, baby,” Ben smiles, pulling you closer.

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After the first few days of your holiday spent on the yacht, you all head to a resort for the remainder of the trip.

It’s a beautiful spot, with white sandy beaches lined with palm trees and all the delicious cocktails and seafood you could want.

On the final day before your early departure tomorrow, you and Charlotte are laid up on two lounge chairs by the beach with a couple of piña coladas, soaking up every last minute of this perfect trip.

You’re watching Ben and Mason kick the football back and forth by the lapping waves as the sun begins to set.

“I’m going to miss this view,” Charlotte sighs with a sip of her drink.

You’re not sure if she’s referring to the scenic landscape or your shirtless boyfriends having a kickabout in front of it - either way, you concur.

“Me too,” you agree.

Ben kicks the ball straight through Mason’s legs, sending it into the water and forcing Mason to run and grab it, and he looks over at you grinning with a twinkle in his eye.

You can see how good this trip has been for him, how much he’s needed this reprieve from the constant routine of gruelling physio sessions and reminders at every turn of how much more it will take before he’s back on the pitch.

You blow him a kiss as he returns to playing with Mason, splashing around in the shallow water a bit like they’re a couple of little kids.

“So, you’re finally officially leaving me for Chilly,” Charlotte continues in a light tone, looking over at you.

You and Ben finally revealed your plans to move in together during dinner tonight. Although Mason and Charlotte were both excited for you, you wondered if she felt a little bittersweet - just as you did - about your chapter as roommates coming to an end.

“I’m gonna miss you, Char,” you say sadly. “I just felt like it was the right time, you know?”

“Don’t worry, I’m just taking the piss,” she smiles with a wave of her hand. “I’ll miss you too, but you’re in love and he’s head over heels for you. It’s definitely time.”

You chat for a few minutes about your plans for the next few weeks and Charlotte’s upcoming work engagements until the boys eventually return, sitting on the end of each of your chairs.

You tuck your legs in so Ben can scoot closer and kiss you, and you run your hand over the planes of his bare shoulder and back in appreciation.

“Looking good out there, babe,” you smile, touching his knee and squeezing lightly. “How’s it feeling?”

“Really good, actually,” Ben says happily, covering your hand with his own. “I think the rest and the physio exercises and your massages are really helping. I’m feeling better about my chances for Germany than I have since I first got hurt.”

“That’s amazing, sweetheart,” you exhale, your thumb stroking his thigh. “I’m so proud of how far you’ve come. Regardless of what happens with the Euros, I want you to remember that, okay?”

“Thank you,” Ben says with glistening eyes. “And thank you for suggesting this trip. I think it was just what I needed. I love you so-“

“Oh my god, we get it, guys,” Mason teases from the chair next to you, where he and Charlotte are laughing at your overly-affectionate behaviour. Truth be told, you had forgotten they were there, so enraptured by this moment with Ben.

“Sorry,” you blush slightly, looking at Ben, who just laughs.

Before your friends can tease you any further, you’re interrupted by a young boy who couldn’t be more than six or seven running up to your group with wide eyes.

“Bloody hell, you’re Mason Mount!” he exclaims before turning to Ben. “And Ben Chilwell!”

“Language, Liam!” A woman, presumably the boy’s mother, exclaims as she runs up behind him. “Sorry, he’s a huge Chelsea fan and he spotted you from over there.”

“It’s no problem,” Mason smiles at the kid. “Hey, Liam, it’s nice to meet you.”

The little boy looks to be on the verge of falling over as he looks between Mason and Ben with disbelief.

“Are you coming back soon?” he asks Ben. “The club really needs you, my dad says the defense has been a nightmare lately.”

“Liam-“ his mother begins to scold him again, but Ben waves his hand as he and Mason laugh out loud.

“I hope so, mate,” Ben smiles. “Do you play football?”

“Yeah, I’m a forward on my school team!”

“Nice, I bet you score loads of goals, yeah?” Ben asks.

Liam nods excitedly, his eyes full of unabashed shock and glee that a real life Chelsea footballer is asking him questions.

“Alright, dear, we’d better leave the nice lads to their holiday,” his mum cuts in, grabbing her son’s hand. “Thanks, boys, he’s not going to forget this any time soon.”

“Of course!” Mason says, hopping to his feet. “You want a photo before you go?”

Ben and Mason take a quick picture with their adorable little fan before he and his mum walk away, her thanking the boys profusely once more.

As Mason and Charlotte head back toward the water, going for one final swim before you head back to the rooms, you stride over to Ben and wrap your arms around him tightly, enjoying the feeling of his bare skin against yours.

When you pull back, you press a long, passionate kiss to his lips that you’re grateful Mase and Charlotte aren’t watching - you’ve gotten called out enough for PDA on this trip.

“What was that for?” Ben asks when you pull back, a dazed expression on his face.

“You’re a good person, Benji,” you say simply, stroking his cheek. “And I can’t wait to see you back on the pitch. Not just for you or for me, but for the kids like that who look up to you.”

Ben nods, leaning down to peck your lips once more.

Then he surprises you by throwing you over his shoulder and running toward the water, despite your squeals of protest, and plopping both of you in the ocean. You’re laughing so hard your sides hurt by the time you make it back to shore, hand in hand with the man you love.

As you look ahead to the coming months, sure to be full of exciting changes for both of you, you can feel the fears and ghosts of your past fading away. For the first time, all you can think about is how excited you are for whatever the future holds.

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[l1nghuarchive]

Hi, the Anon who requested the last H3rd request. I am here to request another similar scenario, but inspired by your writing.

How would Kiana, Durandal, Himeko, and Kallen react to having an eccentric S/O who is a scientist. One day, they wanted to create better shields for them, so they created small devices that emits a special fluid that protects the user in a protective bubble, and they want the both of them to test it out. So they turn on their device, and both of them are now in their own giant floating bubble. They test it out, and their bubble shields won’t burst, meaning the test was successful. However, there's a problem; They don’t know how to pop their bubbles to get out.

At first, they try to force their way out, but their bubbles ends up bouncing against each other and then all over the room. After stopping and bobbing midair, their S/O starts laughing as  they had fun doing that. So, they decide to relax and float around, until their bubbles pop.

Again, thank you for writing my weird requests. I really appreciate it.

Pairing : Kiana, Durandal, Himeko x reader

Warnings : n/a

A/n : hello, anon! So sorry for the 1 week wait on your req, I kinda struggled with this req but im glad my writing got you inspired(?) w a brainrot! Also i left out Kallen bc idk much abt her sorry!

KIANA KASLANA.

• With the recent dangerous missions Kiana were sent on and how careless she was, it wasn't much of a surprise when Theresa personally requested you along with Dr. Einstein and Tesla to create a shield to absorb any kind of honkai energy or hits.

• You of course obliged after all you hated seeing your girlfriend being injured plus tending her wounds were getting troublesome since she keeps moving when you do try and tend them. (it makes you wonder if she gets those wounds just to have an excuse to annoy you..)

• You decided to make a bubble like shield due to Kiana complaining how if it were a normal shield, which earned a light smack on her head and a scolding from you saying that she wouldn't be modelling this for the honkai beast to see. Nevertheless, you took Kiana's suggestion Bronya thought you were taking in suggestions for the shield designs and wanted hers to be a homu themed bubble.

• You had requested Kiana to test out your invention since you found her slacking off and not attending lessons but being the kind s/o you are, you gave Kiana the choice of either testing out your shield or being reported to Principal Theresa in which of course Kiana picked the former not wanting to be scolded by Theresa for the 3rd time this week.

• Upon testing out your invention with Kiana, both of you tried everything to pop it yet nothing worked which meant the experiment was a success! You were about to grab your pen and clipboard to note down your success before you realise that both you and Kiana were stuck in your own invention.

• After a few minutes of struggling, Kiana heard a laugh coming out from your lips perhaps you found her misery funny/hj yet unconsciously Kiana found herself laughing along with you. As both of you gossiped about the students in st.freya while waiting for the bubble to wear out.

DURANDAL.

• Due to the recent honkai attacks, you hated seeing Durandal come home injured or tired from the missions that she was sent on.

• You have seen countless times how Durandal was able to handle herself in the battlefield though despite her reassuring you that she is doing well, that didn't stop you from worrying about her.

• So, as a scientist you decided to create a shield that would be able to protect your girlfriend in combat. Though the project took a while, you motivated yourself by saying that if you finish this your beloved Durandal would be able to be safe.

• Perhaps Durandal found out how much you have been spending time in your lab. She thought you might be doing something dangerous down there so she immediately rushed towards your shared basement / lab.

• She saw what seem like honkai substance in a test tube, before you could use your bubble wand to test out the shield Durandal immediately rushed towards you hoping to stop whatever you were doing with anything related to the honkai.

• Shocked by the sudden appearance of your girlfriend who had accidentally dropped the test tube which led both you and Durandal to be stuck in your very own creation. Though you were happy that your creation was successful, you were rather disappointed that your girlfriend was also tangled up in your mess. You confessed that you wanted to make a shield for Durandal to protect her, yet you were only meeted with a laugh from the said person.

• You soon found yourself laughing along, perhaps this was one of the moments where Durandal can actually feel relaxed without worrying about fighting off honkai beast.

HIMEKO MURATA.

• You were more of the… Creative kind of scientist. Always creating fun types of stuff whenever you are teaching st.freya students which made you one of the most likeable teachers.

• Perhaps that is why Himeko was attracted to you, both you and Himeko were students' favourite teachers.

• Of course, as Himeko's s/o you would often see her come to your lab injured or wounded by honkai beast due to her reckless yet caring nature to protect her students and comrades.

• Upon the suggestion of Mei, Kiana and Bronya you decided to make a shield to protect any honkai beast from entering it.

• After getting the right substance, you wanted to test it out by making it into a bubble-like shape as a starter.

• That day you should have cleared up your lab since you wanted to show himeko your invention, you decided to invite her to your lab but you didn't watch where you were going and tripped on a sheet of paper you accidentally spilt the substance containing the bubble shield over you and himeko making both of you stuck in your very own creation.

• Your invention worked but you knowing this only because you were stuck didn't really make you exactly happy after all you did drag your s/o into your own failed experiment.

• As you felt rather disappointed, you heard a light hearted laugh coming out of your girlfriend. Himeko found it rather adorable of you to be worrying for her when in reality it was really her worrying for you due to your clumsiness.

• Before you know it, a kiss was met with your lips by none other than Himeko.

Tysm for reading! Likes, reblogs and follows are always appreciated! <3

[olderthannetfic]

https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/733536361807806464/you-know-what-medical-pet-peeve-i-kind-understand

To "answer" the first point: I know why it's a requirement, that's why I started of with "I kind understand it but I still find it stupid and hate it." I could have made it clearer that I know exactly why, but I didn't want to spend too much time on it. But to elaborate, when I was told about the requirement to take birth control, I also got an entire 10 page A4 pamphlet with every side effect and explanation as to what to expect, and what/why I'd need to do, and why I'd need to take birth control. I understood the reasoning they gave, but I also found it dumb because I'm just not in the "risk" category because I simply do not engage in any activities that could result in a pregnancy, nor would I have an interest in carrying one out if it still magically happened. Sorry Jesus 2.0. Also, I'm not in the US, and where I am abortions are legal and accessible.

As to the IUD thing. The dermatologists I spoke to, two of them, said that even if I did use a IUD I'd still be required to take birth control because it might fall out, and they also said that it's an issue of them having to prescribe the birth control together with the Isotretinoin. Basically the birth control and the acne medicine would have to be prescribed by the same doctor as a confirmation that I'm not doing it without birth control, and since they don't do IUD's it wouldn't "count" even if it was a valid option, which it isn't. No clue what happens if another doctor already prescribes a patient Birth control.

As to just not taking the birth control, I actually don't know what they'd do if you don't take the birth control, best case they don't care, worst case they might just deny me from getting the medicine I actually want I guess. I also don't know if the piss test also covers checking for the birth control, what I do know is that it tests for pregnancy, and you also get a blood test to test the liver status. Idk what more it does, I don't remember everything from the pamphlet.

There were no notes on what happens if you still get pregnant even if you're on the BC, I'm guessing you'd be taken off Isotretinoin. Not sure, didn't ask, I'm not planning on getting pregnant so it wasn't a question on my mind.

Also since I'm already talking about the pamphlet. If you are a woman, a person with an uterus, or are listed as female like on your birth certificate, you have to take birth control. Which was kinda funny because it seems to cover everyone except cis men. Menopause, transmen, even if you've had your tubes tied/hysterectomy you'd have to take it. And trans women, though I'm not sure if that was just a "cover our asses" and you don't actually have to take it if you have medical proof of being a transwoman.

It's honestly just very frustrating because I understand the reasoning, but it also makes people like me completely unable getting a treatment which could help me with a giant insecurity and give me a quality of life upgrade, just because I can't take birth control without giant side effects that could make my life much worse. Just because some people decided to fuck around and find out. It feels kinda like I'm being punished and forced towards a basically impossible choice, because of the dumb choices of others.

You know, just because some people are dumb, they ruin it for everyone who's not dumb.

TMI originally I took birth control to try and fix my skin, which is why I know the side effects on my body and stopped. I remember at some point in my teens my insecurity was so bad, and my mental health, if I had been given the information of this medication that could help me and then been basically told that I can't take it unless I again take a medication that I know causes me so much pain and I think I might have done something to myself. Like I mentioned when using birth control I had "bloating, nausea, periods , weight fluctuation, itchy for some reason, one even made me leak and then my breasts got so badly inflamed wearing a shirt was agony..." to add and explain it made my periods worse, including cramping and instead of helping with my skin it actually made that worse. I have no idea why birth control made me itchy but it also ended up with me constantly have welts all over my body because I kept scratching, maybe it somehow made me my skin more sensitive and "thin". I tried a few birth controls because my doctor back then tried to find one that worked, and none of them did.

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You could be allergic to anything in the pills from the actual hormones to the dyes, though this description does sound like online descriptions of reactions to synthetic progesterone. Very annoying.

[phoenixblaze1412]

I think I need more Dadttore. What will he do on his childs birthday?

He forgets :3

You do too but everyday is already a special day for you as long as you get to spend time with your father and the segments.

But good thing the segments are there and they always check the calendar!

They start preparations at two in the morning. Some already tasked themselves with the things needed for your surprise.

Sigma and Upsilon, being the only female segments your father created with the help of Sandrone, helped out with getting your outfit ready for the day.

Epsilon and Zeta stayed in the kitchen to bake you your favorite cake while also baking small treats for you to munch on, cookies, cupcakes, macaroons.

Prime (also a segment) and Omega distract your father by helping him work inside his office instead so he wouldn't know what the others are doing in the laboratory.

Theta and Beta would put away the beakers and test tubes, making sure there won't be any chemicals that can harm you. They don't want you to get any injury or get spilled by acid, they adore you too much. If they find out you got poisoned by inhaling something toxic then they're gonna strangle themselves and join you in your death bed.

Kappa and Eta cleans the laboratory floors, making sure there's no spills here and there and sterilizing the whole place.

Delta and Gamma hangs up the streamers and balloons. Delta had to stop Gamma from popping the balloons and it took them a while longer which is why Theta and Beta had to help them finish.

Iota was tasked to waking you up and being your personal assistant for the day. The segments all played rock-paper-scissors just to fight to get to be your assistant of the day and Iota won, which the others were upset about it.

Iota woke you up ten minutes later after he got in your room, he was too busy taking pictures of you with the kamera he was given and was gushing at how adorable you are. He got you ready for the day, even brushing your hair and styling it.

Meanwhile Dottore was already waiting for you in his office, holding a little gift he created for you. Omega and Prime just surprised that he even remembers what day it is today before getting scolded by their creator that 'he's not that old to forget.' Despite all that, Dottore still appreciates all the segments efforts just for his child.

Theta and Beta were the first ones to greet you the moment you stepped into the lab, they were the first ones to meet you back then before the others did.

To say you were happy was an understatement, you were euphoric at the whole surprise the segments had done out for you. They say to save the best for last and that's what you did, walking up to your father as he stood in the back of the crowd of segments with a soft smile on his face. He wasn't wearing his mask today so you can see his tired eyes as clear as day.

You grinned and ran up to your father, letting out a laugh as he held you and handed you the gift he made. No gift is more special and expensive than handmade ones is what you told him back then and he does exactly as so.

Family picture? Yes. Iota set the kamera up as all the segments crowded around you and your father, both of you being in the middle as all of you smiled once the kamera goes off.

"Happy birthday, my child."

[moonlight-tmd]

ProwlBee angst-

so i remember seeing a clip where both Bee and Prowl fall off a tower i think while fighting Starscream? so i had an idea-

CW: Death, Grief, Self-Neglect, Depression[?], Violence but with a happy ending!

The autobots were fighting Starscream, Bee and Prowl stuck on a Sumdac Tower roof with him. At one point Starscream throws them both off, Prowl catches himself and tries to cath Bee too- but he fails. Bee's servo only brushes past his and he is forced to watch Bee plummet and hit the ground.

When he gets down the others are already by Bee- there's a splatter of energon and Bee's laying there, grey and motionless. He died on impact.

They buried him in a secluded spot near the river- he, Sari and others sometimes went there for a picnic and play in water. It was his favorite place to spend time with friends, secluded enough to give them privacy. Far away enough for humans to not find the grave.

Prowl was devastaded, he was supposed to catch him, to save him. And instead he let him die- just like the sparklings from the Carequarters. It didn't help that just before Starscream showed up, they had a fight. He never got to apologize. He blames himself for his death.

Prowl starts having nightmares, he is forced to relive the moment; seeing those wide blue optics, the fear on Bee's face as he fell down. He refuels less and spends most of his time at Bee's grave. The base is much quieter without him, and Prowl hates it. Just now realizing how lively everything was when the scout was around. How much happiness was there when Bee still lived. A painful realization sets in- he actually liked Bee very much, he cared about him so much- heck probably even loved him. And how mean he actually was to him. Every bit of happiness Bee brought was gone.

The rest of the team worries about Prowl, the ninjabot dissociates from reality almost every conversation, with less and less energy he gets hurt in every battle. His mental health only got worse with time, the only reason he doesn't fully neglect himself being that Bee wouldn't want him to die too.

One morning he finds Bee's grave dug up, the makeshift cryopod with his frame gone. He sends multiple emergency calls to Optimus, halfway into a panic attack he notices a trail of small but deep holes in the ground. He follows them far into the forest, out of the autobot radar range and into a cave and gets knocked out.

He wakes up in some underground lab in a glass tube, Blackarachnia being the one to greet him. Prowl's furious, but the moment she presents to him Bee's frame connected to some machine and monitors he freezes. She somehow got her servos on an Allspark Shard and was planning to resurrect Bee to reprogram and turn him into a techno-organic like her. She had Prowl locked up in one of the testing chambers to watch.

Prowl couln't hold the anger within him as the machines buzzed louder, he hit the glass over and over again until it broke. He tackled Blackarachnia and stabbed her over and over again screaming. Then he heard something and she took that chance to push him off herself and run. Next thing he knew was Bee kneeling in front of him, worried and horrified. Bee was alive. Prowl cried his Spark out, mumbling inhoherent words as he held onto Bee for dear life.

Once Prowl calmed down enough, Bee took his servo and guided them both out of that lab. They sat by a nearby river shore and Bee washed the energon off them both. They stayed there until sunrise, Bee holding Prowl and comforting him. Bee never let go of Prowl's servo on their way back.

The team caught them when they neared the road in the forest. They were all shoked and elated about Bee being alive again. They all returned to base and questioned them about what happened. Bee left out few details for Prowl's sake, said ninjabot didn't even remember most of what happened due to stress.

In the next weeks Prowl's mental and physical health improved, he spend his time near Bee, he was much nicer to him, heck- he didn't even get mad when Bee dropped a bucket of water on him as a prank sometimes. To be honest, he kind of missed it.

1 month after Bee's revival, he and Prowl go on a walk and end up in the grave spot- except after the incident all the dug up area has been transformed into a field of clover and yellow flowers, sunflowers sprouting up in few places too.

The sit by the river and chat. Bee jokingly teases Prowl about having a crush on him, and Prowl admits. Whatever Prowl was expecting wasn't what he got. After a long pause Bee 'played it cool' and failed to nonchalantly admit his own crush on Prowl.

It takes the team less than 1 day to question them about the sudden change in behavior. Now everyone knows they're dating.

Prowl couldn't have been happier.

I always see Bee mourning the loss of Prowl so i wrote it in reverse. I'm a sucker for emotional Prowl.

[bondedbybloodofficial123]

Bonded by blood

edward cullen x morbius

TWs: blood, cheating, gay, running away, eventual smut, homophobia

Get ready for the ride of your life everyone!😼

if you could maybe support a queer love story for pride month it would be awesome !!!!!

chapter 1 / ?

Renesmee POV

“You’re literal dogwater! You’re trash! Get good! I hate you, trash teammate! KYS (Kill yourself)!” Renesmee spoke into the microphone, gently and quietly, as not to let her parents find out her darkest secret that not even the ones she loved could ever hear about. 

She indulged in video games— Fortnite, to be exact. It was the only thing that could heal her numb emotions, and fill the hole in her heart Jacob left when her father so cruelly cast him away. With a restraining order, of course. But, there was yet another secret she was keeping. Every night, she departed from her sleeping quarters, and waited for her beloved to visit her in the darkest hours of the night. It seemed he was approaching, and she would soon see her forbidden lover. She could hear him, now, he was outside the window, and he howled with passion. Every howl screamed her name, “Renesmee, Renesmee, Renesmee…” she imagined him saying, away from the watchful eye of Edward. 

The window slid open, to reveal a muscular man with luscious, long locks of silky, black hair. His brown eyes looked only at Renesmee, and his heart beat only for her. “Jacob,” she said, returning his intense gaze. “Renesmee,” he replied, inviting himself into her room, careful not to make a sound. Renesmee had an idea, a rebellious, scandalous, idea. She longed to run away from her parents, and spend the rest of eternal life with the wolf-man of her dreams. So, she needed to make a choice, her parents or her love? There was only one true answer. The answer her parents had chosen to create this family- love. “Jacob, I have an idea… but it’s risky and requires full cooperation.” she spoke concisely and with determination, her eyes piercing through his lovestruck soul. Jacob did not hesitate for a moment. “Anything for you, loca.” and so, she proposed her idea, with only Jacob in her mind and heart. “Will you… run away w-w-w-w-with me?” Jacob listened to her words carefully. The answer was obvious. “Always, Renesmee.”

And so, they were off together, into the harsh night, the only shield they had being the love for one another. 

Dr. Micheal Morbius POV

Micheal’s eyes fluttered open, laying on the cold lab table. He couldn’t remember a thing. All his thoughts were blurry, and his body ached everywhere- hunger, pain, sadness, it all consumed him. He wasn’t sure why. He turned to his side, the debris-like bats fluttering around in circles in their large test tube like enclosure. They called to him, almost as if they were one of his kind. One of the living vampires. His lab was located in a desolate forest, not far from the Swan-Cullen residences. He felt the uncontrollable vampire rage inside of him, and he knew he could not do anything to prevent the monster about to break free. Near the door of his lab, he could hear rapid footsteps, approaching it. He wanted to cry out, “No! Run while you still can!” but all he could do was growl, scream, wretch— out in pain. He tried to tie himself down, but he knew the monster inside would not be subdued, it was much too late for that.

The smell of blood was enticing, it was exciting, it was all he could think about. It was so strong, he could smell it wafting through the lab door, which was slowly opening. The air, though, was odd, something was running through it, and something extremely fast. Micheal felt fear, but yet, all he could think about was the incoming meal. That meal being Jacob and Renesmee. Micheal tried with all his might to stop himself, but he could not, and a loud roar echoed throughout the lab. Before he knew it, he was latched onto the ceiling, hanging from the top of it, awaiting his prey. It was, in fact, morbin time.

“Renesmee, stay close to me…” Jacob said, trying to navigate through the bat-filled lab. In her defiance, Renesmee crept in front of the half-wolf half-man, but she never would've guessed what she would see. The room was silent for a moment, the only noise being the creeping from the ceiling, and the rapidly fluttering wings of the bats. “Renesmee, get back here…” said Jacob, anticipating the horror in front of the two of them. Then, he heard it, a claw cutting through metal, and pain-filled gasps and groans. Renesmee, horrified, looked up to meet the cold, dead eyes of the monster awaiting them, it's disgusting, mangled mouth hung open. Then, it uttered a few words that left Renesmee’s blood cold. “I do not control the morb. The morb controls me.”

Micheal leapt from the ceiling, and his claws met Renesmee’s side. She let out a blood-curdling scream, as Micheal immediately dashed to her bloody side. Jacob was not going to let anyone, not even this monster, hurt her. And soon, the man shifted into a wolf with fur black as night. He howled, although Micheal was unphased, his red eyes did not even break contact with Renesmee’s gash. Seeing Micheal drain the blood from her body, Jacob was reminded of his long-time enemy, the Swan-Cullens. Jacob pounced on Micheal… no, Morbius… and before he could even try to kill the monster, Morbius struck him too, leaving his voluptuous tail on the ground, severed.

But they weren’t alone in this fight. Two familiar faces had heard their screams. “Get away from my daughter!” yelled Edward. “Y—yeah. Just, um… stay–stay away? I… I don’t know, stop— hurting her,” Bella agreed, displaying her sharp vampiric teeth. Morbius cried out, but they couldn’t tell what he was saying. He seemed to be trying to stop himself from hurting Renesmee and Jacob, but he couldn’t. Edward’s heart ached with empathy, he would know more than anyone what being unable to control the monster inside of you was like. Finally, Morbius pulled himself away from Renesmee, and while Edward felt anger at him for injuring his daughter, he also felt bad for Morbius. “Run… while you still… can…” Morbius muttered, trying to hold himself back. What Edward said in reply made his heart skip a beat.

“I would never abandon another vampire.”

“What?”

“I would know more than anyone what your pain feels like.”

“Run…” Morbius said in a final, desperate attempt to save Edward.

“I won’t let you kill anyone. And I won’t let you suffer alone, either.”

Edward held Morbius’ hands behind his back, but didn’t make any attempts to harm him. Morbius, or now, as he felt his humanity returning, Micheal, had never felt such warmness in his life. Edward didn’t need to say a thing. Michael didn’t need to say anything, either. Then, they heard a voice.

“What are you doing, queers?!” yelled Bella in a cold, uncaring voice Edward had never seen before. 

And hearing her like this, and having Morbius ever so close, he knew… who he really loved.

[valberryy]

as a newly christened albedo haver .............. this was necessary (hiiii @k0kkuri r u proud of me)

more failwives: tighnari. miscellaneous failwife thoughts.

➻ failwife albedo

➻ to the vast majority, ALBEDO seems perfectly deserving of his prince title, in more ways than one — a respected member of the knights of favonius, a talented artist, a caring older brother, a devoted partner... and in most ways, they would definitely be correct! it's not uncommon to see him doing his little experiments up on dragonspine — or rather, notice his absence whenever he's there — and it's even less uncommon to see him accompanying klee somewhere with his trademark fond exasperation, or taking you on a little date around the city.

➻ he doesn't quite seem to mind that this is most people's impression of him, honestly. so long as it doesn't intrude in his personal affairs, people are free to think of him what they want... just, don't let out the many unorthodox ways he's shown his ineptitude in front of you? please?

➻ albedo is definitely the type to leave you little notes or reminders scattered around the house — don't forget your appointment today, or don't go to bed too late, or bring an extra coat with you if you're heading out. it's a habit he's picked up from his frequent absences due to his research: he might be long gone by the time you wake up, but you're sure to find a little note from him under the half-full pot of coffee he left for you.

➻ unfortunately, he's not exactly the type to follow his own advice. on more than one occasion, you've found yourself having to physically bring him lunch because he forgot to bring it himself... despite reminding you not even five hours prior to eat on time. he always offers you a grateful — if awkward — little smile as he takes it from you, his hands always lingering over yours for a few seconds too long.

➻ and while he may apologise for forgetting... there's something almost unrepentant in his tone, or the shameless way he asks, "why don't you keep me company, since you went through the trouble of coming here?", or the fact that this by no means the first time he's forgotten his lunch, and it is far from being his last.

➻ albedo is only really good at cooking fish. he needs to do something with all the fish klee keeps giving him... and he thinks it's quite a waste to throw it all out — not even factoring in how upset she might get about it, or the earful he's definitely going to get from alice afterwards. he sincerely hopes you don't mind eating fish for dinner for the next few days, because he tends to guesstimate how long it takes steak to finish cooking, and archons forbid you let him bake — it is by no means the same principle as mixing together substances in alchemy, no matter how similar he thinks it is. the test tubes in the kitchen seem like some kind of bad omen, too...

➻ he's honestly a very thoughtful partner! albedo remembers even the most seemingly insignificant details about you down to the tiniest detail, like the kinds of flowers you like, or your favourite order at good hunter, or the places you said you would love to visit if you had the time. and while there are many ways to answer these wishes of yours, he always seems intent on picking some of the most difficult ways to do so. a gift is more meaningful if it comes from the heart, after all! or so he says, despite this probably not being the way that saying is meant to be interpreted.

➻ he'll insist on using his alchemy to make you a bouquet of flowers, when it's much easier to pick them himself or buy some from flora, and he'll spend days perfecting the recipe for your favourite food to surprise you with, when perfectly good takeout exists... not to mention the luggage full of souvenirs he brought home for you after the irodori festival! it's rather sweet in its own right, and even if he runs into a couple of mishaps along the way, seeing you smile and laugh — even at his mistakes — never fails to bring a smile to his own face, too.