#still taking request asks from the prompt list btw! just very slow at getting to asks atm bc i'm busy writing yad(iym) <3

[johnslittlespoon]

omg it was so hard to pick butttt could i request 1 and 2 from the smut dialogue list (list 3) with buck and bucky!

prompts | "i want to hear you beg" + "arch your back for me" + playing around with smth a little different for their dynamic <33 ~800 words of filth below the cut >:-) this was so much fun ahh thx sm for the request!!

“Oh, baby,” John rumbles appreciatively, sitting back to get a good look at Gale while he rolls his hips languidly into him. “Look at you.”

Golden hair frames Gale’s head on the pillow like a halo, blue eyes half hidden by heavy eyelids, doll–like lashes fluttering each time John sinks his cock in deeper. Messy love bites mark a trail south, scattered across his chest and stomach and increasing in numbers where angular hip bones and soft thighs had just begged for John’s teeth to make themselves at home.

Gale rocks his hips down, dragging his kiss–bitten bottom lip between his teeth to muffle a needy little noise as John’s eyes rake over him. That just won’t do.

John stills, wrapping firm hands around Gale’s thighs where they drape over his own, squeezing gently.

“Keep going,” Gale breathes out, eyebrows knit together in frustration, still trying to fuck himself on John’s cock.

John purrs out a laugh, heart twisting in his chest at the glare Gale shoots him; it’s hard to look intimidating when he’s laid out pliant and pretty and cock–drunk beneath him, but John doesn’t tell him so. He just snaps his hips forward once, watching with satisfaction when the scowl leaps off of Gale’s face as flushed lips fall open to let out a gasp.

“John,” Gale almost, almost whines when he makes no move to continue, lithe hands coming up to wrap around John’s wrists imploringly, and John hums thoughtfully, stroking his thumbs over Gale’s thighs.

“You need something?” He tilts his head, feeling a little thrill at the huff he gets in return.

Gale levels him with an unimpressed look, but the light flush that creeps over his cheeks betrays him.

“I want you to ask for it,” John murmurs. He grants Gale with the smallest roll of his hips to egg him on when he stays silent, and he feels his hands tighten around his wrists.

“Want you to fuck me, John.” 

And oh, that’s something– his cock twitches at the rare vulgarity, and judging by Gale’s sharp inhale, he feels it. But it’s not quite what John’s looking for.

“That’s good, baby,” he praises him, delighting in the way his flush deepens. He leans down, sliding his hands up Gale’s hips as he goes, settling them on his waist. He brushes his lips against Gale’s in a ghost of a kiss, trailing them along his jaw until he reaches his ear.

“But I wanna hear you beg for me, Gale,” he whispers. 

The immediate pressure around his cock as Gale reflexively clenches down has his head dropping into the crook of Gale’s neck momentarily, cursing under his breath. He can’t help but press his hips forward, needing just a bit of relief, sitting back up once he collects himself, determined to keep the upper hand.

“C’mon,” he rasps out, running his hands up and down Gale’s sides, fingers splaying over his ribcage. “I know you can do it, angel.”

Gale does whine this time, high and desperate in his throat, eyes slipping closed to hide from his own embarrassment. But–

“Please, John,” he says, barely above a whisper. “Need you.”

“Jesus, Gale,” John breathes, head spinning. “Good, so good, baby.”

John’s not going to push– that’s already a lot more than he’s usually able to goad out of Gale, and he’s going to unravel a lot quicker than he intends to if he keeps talking like that.

“Arch your back for me, pretty thing,” John prompts instead, beginning to shallowly fuck into him, and Gale does, tilting his head back on the pillow to bare his neck as his spine curves beneath John’s hands.

The sight nearly knocks the breath out of John, and he groans, sliding one hand under Gale to flatten his palm against the small of his back, feeling the way it flexes as he jerks his hips forward.

Gale cries out so sweetly when he really starts driving his cock into him, grasping desperately at John’s arms, face going slack as he finally gives him what he needs, and it gets to John like nothing else, forever dizzy with the knowledge that he gets to make Gale feel so good.

Dragging those pretty noises out of Gale and feeling him tremble because of him is what really does it for John every time, and it’s what inevitably has him tipping over the edge seconds after Gale spills over his stomach with a broken whimper.

John sinks his teeth into Gale’s collarbone just to feel him squirm beneath him as he fills him up, hands digging into his hips, rutting into him like he can bury his cock impossibly deeper, feeling nails scrabble at his back as the softest mewls escape Gale’s mouth.

He laves his tongue over the fresh indents in apology before lifting his head to capture Gale’s lips in a messy kiss, swallowing his gasps and sighs as he gives him a few more lazy thrusts, chest warm and fuzzy and lovestruck. 

John smiles into the kiss, and Gale laughs softly, and god, he’s going to be the death of him.

[allforyoumylovely]

emma, hiii. you're taking requests, like that's the best thing ever hihi. idk why but I've had this image in my head of sander resting against robbe's chest as he robbe reads to him, while he runs a hand through sander's hair. maybe sander is coming out of a bad episode or maybe they're just relaxing on a sunday, but yeah.... maybe something like that hihi. much love to you emma <333

Cille, this was an absolute dream prompt for me, my gosh 💘 📖  I went off on a few tangents but hopefully that’s okay sfhjg. Walk, shower, read. It’s their little routine 🧡  Thank you for sending me this. Love you! Btw let me know if I should upload these on ao3 or if they should just be little tumblr exclusives?

Sander always knows when he’s fading away, when he’s turning into a shell of himself. But he never knows when he’s going to fall asleep at the wheel. Until it’s too late, until he crashes. And that’s when he loses all sense of who he is, of what he enjoys or how he likes to dress or what his voice normally sounds like. Sometimes the only indication of time passing is his alarms that tell him to take his meds and eat at set times.

Although he doesn’t reach the point anymore where he wants to be physically erased – he knows that this seemingly perpetual state of sadness isn’t definitive no matter how much his brain tries to convince him otherwise – some days all he can drag himself out of bed for is a cup of coffee and a cigarette or a few slices of tangerine, the scent reminding him of his boy, his college boy. He’ll crack open a window in the living room and curl up against the cushions in the window-seat, the hood of his black hoodie over his head, and there he’ll try weaving his way through the weeds and the tangled neurons in his thunder-stained mind to anything resembling an actual thought with a pinch of substance.

For the days where he’s more clear-headed his mama puts up little post-its around the house with simple tasks for him to do to help him feel useful and necessary. And in the mornings whenever Robbe has spent the night, Sander finds little notes from him too; there’ll be an I love you on his pillow, an I’m so glad you exist placed on his desk and I’m bringing you flowers later <3 hanging on his door. The first time Sander doesn’t think Robbe actually means the one with the flowers, but when he buzzes him in later that afternoon, the first thing he sees is a bouquet of light pink lilies cradled in his arm against the autumn brown of his jacket, the hues so lovely and gentle, just like Robbe. It’s more than Sander’s frail mind can take, and Robbe wipes away the thin streams of warm tears with his sweater paws, and they laugh softly when it only makes it worse.

Since before Robbe, Sander has been figuring out what soothes him, what makes him feel more at ease, what helps him settle back into his body and bones when coming out of a bad episode, and he has slowly built up a list of things that assist in bringing the puzzle pieces of his mind back into place.

Walks

Sander’s aunt has a golden retriever, Bella, who goes on a little holiday at Sander’s when he’s down and spends most of his days at home. In the mornings she’ll pad over the hard-wood floor to his bed and nuzzle her nose against Sander’s face until he wakes up, waiting patiently for her walk. It’s easier for Sander to get out of bed knowing there’s someone relying on him for their needs and wellbeing. He’ll take her and himself on a walk in the fog-blue mornings when the morning traffic is yet to come, and then again in the early evening when it’s still light out but the streets are quieter, enough for him to give his brain some stimulation when it feels like it has slowed to a halt. The sound of his boots against the sidewalk reminds him that he’s still part of the world, that he hasn’t completely vanished after all.

Sometimes he goes by himself, just listening to and observing the city around him with pale eyes. Other times Robbe goes with him, sleepy-eyed and rosy-cheeked in the mornings, relaxed and loose-limbed at night. He doesn’t curl his hand around Sander’s but lets it hang by his side with their pinkies brushing, open and inviting, for Sander to take if and when he feels like it. Sander will thread their fingers together always, but he loves Robbe for giving him a choice and never forcing anything on him.

Often, they find a bench somewhere, in a park or at the river, a place that isn’t too crowded but still has plenty of things for Sander to rest his eyes on. It’s only the middle of September but some leaves are already falling, lying yellow and limp on the ground, and Robbe notices Sander’s wondering expression.

“It’s probably because the weather has been so dry; they’re shedding their leaves to conserve water and energy,” he says.

And Sander instinctively inches closer, a small smile on his lips. “Clever you.”

Bella sits by Sander’s legs with her head propped on his knee, her deep brown eyes alternatively scanning the place and glancing up at him, sensing his sadness. She’s calm and curious and cuddly, reminding him of a certain someone. When Sander tells him, Robbe breathes out a little giggle, making Sander gaze at him more deeply than he has in days, at the silky curls around his ears and the blinking hoop and the crescent dimples curved into his cheeks, and he’ll quietly rest his head on the slope of Robbe’s shoulder, a few tiny clearings of blue sky starting to appear in his overcast mind.

Showers

Back at home, he and Robbe linger in the hallway for a bit, their hair messy, the scent of fresh air in their clothes. When Robbe says that his green, sparkly eyes are coming back, Sander curls a few fingers in the front of Robbe’s shirt, feeling the firm plane of his stomach against his knuckles as he mumbles, “Shower.”

Some nights Sander can’t stand the mere idea of catching glimpses of himself in the mirror; hates the way he looks with his violet circles and dull, greasy hair. So Robbe will light a couple of candles, and they’ll undress in the dim orange glow and quietly get under the shower spray. And there, with Sander’s forehead resting against his own, Robbe will wash Sander’s hair and tell him that he looks beautiful in this light, while his fingers work in small, bone-melting circles. The near orgasmic pressure on his scalp helps reconnecting Sander’s mind and body, making him press up tightly against Robbe, finally diving back into the swirling, velvety heat that licks into every cell of his being.

“Thank you for… For staying with me,” he says between hushed breaths and light kisses. It falls clumsy from his lips, sounding graver than he intends it to, but Robbe, the angel soul that he is, moulds his answer into five words of pure reassurance that protectively wrap themselves around Sander’s heart.

“I’m going to marry you.”

Sander doesn’t cry. But he’s very damn close.

Reading

This one begins one night maybe a year into their relationship. While Robbe brushes his teeth, Sander wanders Robbe’s room, taking in the familiarity of it, running a hand over the forest green sweatshirt draped over his chair, trailing the edge of his desk with a few fingertips. When he reaches his set of shelves, he sees it wedged in between a plant and some school supplies: a book of bedtime stories filled with beautiful watercolour illustrations, the cover a painting of a dark blue night sky with a full moon reading for her stars over a little sleeping village. The spine is threadbare, seemingly from the countless times of being opened and closed. As he flicks through the crinkled pages, soft lips press against the nape of his neck and the back of his shoulder.

“Are you snooping around my room?” Robbe mumbles.

“Mhm,” Sander hums. “What’s this book?”

Twining his arms around Sander’s stomach from behind Robbe says, “When I was little my mama used to read these stories aloud for me at night. She was looking through some stuff the other day and found it again.” He hooks his chin over Sander’s shoulder. “It’s cute, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Very.” Sander glances back at Robbe with a squeezing feeling in his chest. “Did it make you fall asleep?”

Robbe smiles. “Every time.”

Sander drops his gaze back to the book, asking quietly, “Will you read for me?”

And Robbe brushes a “Sure” and a kiss behind his ear, tugging him along to the bed.

It’s something they do now: Robbe reading aloud for Sander whenever he feels low and doesn’t have many words to offer. Sander then tucks his head under Robbe’s chin, and Robbe tangles his fingers in his freshly washed and citrussy-smelling hair, scraping over his scalp in endless, soothing motions. Safe and sound, Sander listens to stories about naughty star-children, wizards flying about in rolled up rugs, and a Goodnight-ship with live stuffed animals as passengers. They flow over him like dripping streams of honey, Robbe’s voice lovely and wonderful and a little sleepy, and Sander tries so desperately to make his foggy brain hold onto the words.

Sometimes when the night air is cooling Sander’s room and Robbe feels a little cold, he’ll wear a thick hoodie to bed. Sander loves the scent and the comfy feel of the well-worn fabric under his palm, but sometimes he gets a little frowny and frustrated at having to fumble for his small waist; so Robbe pulls it off despite the goosebumps rising on his skin, and Sander presses his ear to his heart and tightens his hold around him, sharing his body heat his only job while he listens to stories from when Robbe was little. And Sander feels little too; but it’s something he allows himself. A few years ago, he didn’t dare dream that he’d ever have this with someone; didn’t think he even had this level of softness in himself.

But here he is. Here they are.

He has never wanted to be someone’s more than he does Robbe’s; it’s so clear that he belongs to him. And it’s crazy, Sander thinks. Because no matter how feeble and numb around the edges his body and mind feel, his love for Robbe is always right there in a molten pond at the core of him, and Sander could cry at the fact that his brain always lets him have that.

In the days following, when he finds that he has enough energy to send Robbe little dorky, flirty texts throughout the day, such as Bella woke me up with wet, sloppy kisses. Wish it was you or when you’re in the mood for a snack but you’re not there💔  with an attached photo of himself pouting at the open fridge, he knows that the darkness in his chest and brain is releasing its hold and taking flight.

[jadegrey711]

Who is This? I Like Her.

Eric Northman x Fem!Reader

A/N; Hi everyone! So I’ve gotten a couple of Eric Northman requests and I am here for it! I love me some hot Viking vampire. 😂😂. So here’s one of my Eric Northman requests, I’m trying to go through my requests and get them done but I’m slow and sometimes inspiration just doesn’t want to hit me lmao. I hope you like it ANON it’s a bit short but I made it cute and tried not to spoil anything for s4 (which is my fav season btw).

*Credit for gifs to @bonniebirddoesgifs *

Request Prompt Oooh could you maybe one where eric and the reader are kind of new at seeing each other like they’re still a bit unsure of what they are but they’re both crazy about each other and then the next time the reader sees him it’s when he’s lost his memory in s4 and it’s really funny because he’s acting so different (btw I’m only on s4 so pls no spoilers)🧡🥰

Prompt: The reader goes to Fangtasia unaware of what has happened with Eric and the witches.

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You pulled up into the parking lot of Fangtasia and was surprised to see that there were no other cars in the lot apart from yours and surprisingly enough; Sookie’s car was there too. Why would Sookie be here? Did Eric have some kind of business for her? You parked the car and started walking towards the front of the club and pulled on the front door, finding it unlocked. As you entered the club you started to hear voices coming from the backroom.

“Hello?” You shouted. “Eric. Pam. Are you guys here? What’s Sookie’s car doing in the parking lot?”

“She needs to know.” You heard someone say. “She is Eric’s isn’t she? She deserves to know what happened to him.” Someone was saying in the backroom.

“What happened to Eric?” You called out and just as you did you felt a gush of wind and turned to find Eric standing behind you. He wasn’t wearing a shirt but that wasn’t the odd part about his appearance, what was odd was the dark navy basketball shorts that Eric had slung low on his cut hips.

He tilted his head at you, and stared into your eyes. “Who are you?” He asked, just as Pam and Sookie came out from the back room. You turned your attention away from your Viking vampire and towards the women.

“What’s wrong with Eric?” You asked and suddenly felt his presence was closer than before and he reached out for a piece of your hair, grasping it and twirling it between his fingers.

Sookie looked from you to Pam, then to Eric and back to you before she spoke. “Eric is cursed.” She said simply.

“Cursed?” You said, raising your eyebrows in suspicion. “How the hell did he get cursed and better yet who cursed him?” You asked not even bothered by the tall vampire behind you who pulled your hair to his nose to inhale your scent.

“Bill Compton sent Eric after some witches and they cursed him.” Pam said obviously fuming about the whole situation. “I think he purposely sent Eric into danger, thinking they’d kill him.”

“Do you really think Bill is capable of that?” You asked.

“I think he’s a power hungry little turd who’s had it out for Eric from the very beginning. So, yes I think he’s capable of sending Eric into a trap to get him killed.”

“Okay well, what kind of curse is it?” You asked, feeling kind of silly talking about curses but you were sort of seeing a thousand year old vampire so witches and curses couldn’t be too much of a stretch.

“They wiped his memory.” Sookie said gently. “He knows what he is just not who he is. Or who any of us are. I mean I found him shirtless on the side of the road, just walking and he had no idea who I was. Or who Pam is either. We had to tell him who we were and explain to him that he’s Pam maker and everything else.”

“Did you tell him about me?” You asked, feeling a bit selfish saying that, when Eric suddenly spoke up, dropping the piece of hair he was still twirling in his fingers.

“Who is she, Pam?” He said his eyes wide with curiosity and hesitation; something that you never would’ve seen in the eyes of a non cursed Eric Northman. He was always so sure about himself, confident and arrogant as fuck but he could be sweet when he wanted to be. When he was with you and it wasn’t until you started seeing each other for a while that you saw the barest hint of that sweetness. But now it was like that tough, arrogant outer shell was completely gone leaving that sweet interior fully exposed.

“That’s Y/N.” Sookie said before Pam could say anything.

“Y/N.” He said, trying out your name on his tongue, before looking back at you with a smile on his face. “You're beautiful.”

You felt your cheeks flush at the wonderment in Eric’s eyes as he looked at you and called you beautiful, before Pam cut in.

“Oh, good he likes his fuckbuddy. Maybe her pussy will trigger his memory.” Pam said sarcastically and you felt your cheeks heat dangerously and Eric’s eyes were back on you.

“We’ve had sex?” He asked his eyes wide.

You bit your lip. “A few times yes.” You admitted bashfully.

Eric seemed to chew on this information for a moment before he asked. “Are you mine?”

“She is.” Pam said before you could speak. You looked back at Pam in confusion. Eric never claimed you as his at least he never said to you that you were his.

“No. I’m not.” You said to Pam before you turned back to Eric, who looked a little disappointed by your answer; before he quickly bounced back.

“Would you like to be mine?” He asked, hopefully, making you chuckle.

“She’s already yours Eric. She has been since the moment she first walked into Fangtasia. You told me so yourself.” She directed that last line towards you to let you know that she wasn’t fucking around. While Eric didn’t publicly claim you as his, he had claimed you without your knowing and now he was like this.

Eric’s eyes were intensely focused on you now, taking you in as you stood before him.

“I wish I remembered something as memorable as being with a woman as beautiful as you. Even if you aren’t mine.” He said with a sweet smile, that made your chest ache and long to run your fingers through that gorgeous blonde hair to soothe the worried look on the viking’s face.

You turned back to Pam and Sookie. “What are we going to do?”

“Eric can’t stay here.” Pam said simply. “He’s venerable right now and he needs a place to stay, to keep him safe. You need to take him in.”

“Me?” You asked and you could practically feel Eric’s smile behind you.

“Yes. I’ll be the first place they look for Eric, and then they’ll look at Sookie’s. But you, they don’t know who you are, Eric will be safe with you.”

You felt Eric’s prescence grow closer and found him standing next to you, with that same soft smile still plastered on his face. You looked from Eric to Sookie and Pam and sighed.

“Alright I’ll do it.”

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[mxgvmiii]

100 follower special event✨✨

Hello babies🌸🌸( tis the name I have dubbed thee)!

First and foremost I would like to thank you for liking my content enough to actually follow, let alone having me reach 100 followers. I hope you keep enjoying my content in the future and keep on supporting me. I make it my mission to make sure that everyone reading my work feels loved, included and happy. That is one of the main reasons I always try to write gender neutral stories and refrain from describing physical features unless requested. I hope that in the future I am able to write for female characters as well to broaden my demographic. I hope you know that I love each an every one of guys very much.

This is the post for my 100 follower special.It took some time to figure out exactly what I wanted to do since I really wanted to something special for you all. I hope you guys enjoy this special event and bear with me since this is my first time doing this. When the event is over I’ll upload a google form that I’d appreciate if you filled out so that I know what to change when I hopefully hit another milestone.

The event will be held from the day this is posted and will continue for the whole month. Which means 4th - 31st August 2020 according to the CEST time zone. I will no longer take request starting from 11:30 pm on the 31st, seeing as I most likely won’t be able to produce something I’m proud of while on a time crunch. I probably will close it early if there aren’t that many requests since I start school in a week and have many important exams. That’s why my requests are currently closed. Everything that has to do with the special will be tagged with #100 special. My guidelines still apply during the event.

If you would like to be added to a taglist for a specific group, person, anime, character, for questions only, prompts only or everything just send me an ask or a dm :)

BTW I started writing this post at like 5:30 pm and finished at 2:12 am. ngl I wasn’t writing between 8 and 10 pm since I was busy helping my parents. That’s still a long time tho...

When the event is done:

I will link this in my masterlist.

Every prompt that is written will have a list of names next to it. Every name will be a link to the post.

I will edit the layout of this post so that my legend, that I add to every masterlist to symbolize what kind of post it is, will be there.

n e wayz😗

For my 100 special I will be making a Prompt list, a Q&A and redraws + art 

Choose a location/AU and only one prompt from the following. Please specify a genre (ex. fluff, angst, slow burn, crack, etc.) and format (headcanon, oneshot). Any combination that has already been done will be linked in the ask.

Quotes:

ngl most of the crack quotes are things my friends and I have said.

- “will you marry me?”

- “I think we need a break”

- “Where were you?”

- “I was worried, you know”

- “ You slob”

- “AGAIN??!” sigh “ At least you’re not hurt, right”

- “You are a hazard to society ... and to yourself”

- “Do I need to supervise you now?”

- “They won’t care about your left pinky toe”

- “That’s it. We’re getting you a bubble wrap suit. Oh don’t worry it’ll still be (favorite color)”

- “Honey, I’m having a baby and it’s not yours. It belongs to Jungkook” (if requested with Jungkook, the name will be changed to someone else”

- “Honey, I was lying, it’s (favorite food)’s baby”

- “How did you fall down the stairs and get bitten by a dog in the same week?”

- “When I see that old lady it’s on site”

Actions:

- ice skating

- visiting a museum (you can specify what kind of museum)

- hanging out

- waking up

- going to sleep

- wearing his clothes

- buying matching items ( you can specify)

- cooking/baking

- cleaning together

- teaching you volleyball (haikyuu only)

- teaching you one of his choreography (kpop groups only)

- filming tiktoks

- pranking him (with his friends)

Locations:

- Park

- Water park 

- Pool

- Beach

- Aquarium

- Concert

- Home

- Supermarket

- School (classroom, hallway, cafeteria, rooftop, gym)

- Holiday (here you can specify a destination)

- On the way home (bus, car, plane, train)

- Doctor’s office/clinic

- Hospital

- A volleyball match (pre and post timeskip)

- Café/restaurant/fast food restaurant

- Mall/clothing store

AUs:

- social media (celebrity ver., non-celeb ver.)

- spy/mafia

- youtuber

- Warlord (haikyuu only since it saves me the energy when making alliances and rivals/enemies. This is also loosely based off of the otome game Ikemen Sengoku.)

Haikyuu:

Karasuno:

- Sawamura Daichi - Sugawara Kōshi - Azmane Asahi - Nishinoya  Yū - Tanaka  Ryūnosuke - Kageyama Tobio - Hinata  Shōyō - Tsukishima Kei - Yamaguchi Tadashi

Nekoma:

- Kuroo Tetsurō - Kai Nobuyuki - Yaku Morisuke - Yamamoto Taketora - Kozume Kenma - Haiba Lev

Fukurodani:

- Bokuto Kōtarō - Akaashi Keiji

Shiratorizawa:

- Ushijima Wakatoshi - Semi Eita - Tendō Satori

Aoba Johsai:

- Oikawa Tōru - Matsukawa Issei - Hanamaki Takahiro - Iwaizumi Haijime

Inarizaki:

- Ojirō Aran - Miya Atsumu - Suna Rintarō - Miya Osamu

Date Tech/Dateko:

- Futakuchi Kenji - Aone Takanobu - Koganegawa Kanji

Miscellaneous Characters:

- Terushima Yūji - Sakusa Kiyoomi

Boku no Hero Academia:

Class 1a:

- Kaminari Denki - Kirishima Eijiro - Todoroki Shouto - Bakugo Katsuki - Midoriya Izuku

Class 1b:

- Shinsou Hitoshi

Free!:

- Nanase Haruka - Tachibana Makoto - Hazuki Nagisa  - Ryūgazaki Rei - Matsuoka Rin - Yamazaki Sousuke - Shinigo Kisume - Nitori Aiichiro  - Mikoshiba Momotaro - Tono Hyori - Shiina Asahi - Mikoshiba Seijuro - Kirishima Natsuya - Kirishima Ikuya

NCT:

- Taeyong - Taeil - Johnny - Yuta - Kun - Doyoung - Ten - Jaehyung - WinWin - Junwoo - Lucas - Mark - Xiaojun - Hendery - Renjun - Haechan - Jeno - Jaemin - YangYang - Chenle - Jisung

GOT7:

- JB - Mark - Jackson - Jinyoung - Youngjae - Bam Bam - Yugyeom

Seventeen:

- S.Coups - Jeonghan - Joshua - Jun - Hoshi - Wonwoo - Woozi - DK - Mingyu - The8 - Seungkwan - Vernon - Dino

BTS:

- RM - Jin - Suga - J-hope - Jimin - V - Jungkook

Stray Kids:

- BangChan - Lee Know - Chanbin - Hyungjin - Han - Felix - Sengmin - I.N

ATEEZ:

- Hongjoon - Seonghwa - Yunho - Yeosang - San - Mingi - Wooyoung - Jongho

EXO:

- Suho - Xiumin - Lay - Baekhyun - Chen - Chanyeol - D.O - Kai - Sehun

Every question that has been answered will be crossed out and linked. In brackets are if you want to specify. Yes, you can also send in some of your own questions.

1. How do you get inspiration?

2. What are your favorite genres? (music, film, books/writing)

3. Who is your bias from all of the groups you write for? 

4. What is your favorite anime? (as a ranking, why?)

5. Who is your favorite character? (Haikyuu, Bnha) 

6. When did you get into Anime / Kpop? (show, group, in general)

7. What is your favorite food?

8. Who are your favorite writers on tumblr?

9. How did you start writing?

10. What happened to make you and your friends say this?

~ 10a. “You are a hazard to society ... and to yourself”

~ 10b. “Do I need to supervise you now?”

~ 10c. “They won’t care about your left pinky toe”

~ 10d. “That’s it. We’re getting you a bubble wrap suit. Oh don’t worry it’ll still be (favorite color)”

~ 10e. “Honey, I’m having a baby and it’s not yours. It belongs to Jungkook”

~ 10f. “Honey, I was lying, it’s (favorite food)’s baby”

~ 10g. “How did you fall down the stairs and get bitten by a dog in the same week?”

~ 10h. “When I see that old lady it’s on site”

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[vivxwrites]

What Do You Want From Me?

*not my gif*

Word Count: 1103

Summary: Natasha’s been avoiding you and you want to know why.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Some Swearing (scandalous, I know)

A/N: This was requested by @hherewegoagain and I hope you enjoy it! I think you’ll like how it turns out. The bolded piece of dialogue was pulled off of @missmonsters2 Punch in the Gut Prompt List so credits for that go to them! :)

You groaned as you blinked yourself awake, groggy with sleep. You sighed to yourself when you saw that Natasha’s side of the bed was empty again. For a little over one month now she had been oddly distant and didn’t spend much time with you. Her actions went unnoticed by the rest of the team but you couldn’t stop yourself from obsessing over them. When you tried to talk to Clint about it he waved off your concern and said that Nat wasn’t acting odd at all. You came to the conclusion that your girlfriend being both the Black Widow and a master spy must allow for her to avoid you at all costs while simultaneously convincing the rest of the team that her actions were nothing but ordinary.

You were lonely all the time and even reading, which you loved, was starting to bore you. You had resorted to stress cleaning and working out, hoping that you would encounter Nat during the latter activity. Your hope crumbled away every time you went to the gym and found that Nat was still nowhere to be seen.

Now two months since you’ve last talked to, or even seen your girlfriend, you’ve given up looking for her all together. You don’t talk to the other avengers and it’s rare you even make it out of bed. The fact that no one has come looking for you leaves a constant pang in your sunken heart. You are emotionless and can only bring yourself to watch mindless reality television shows. You rarely eat and when you do it’s usually just some instant pasta that you found stocked in the pantry. 

Today you were sitting at your kitchen table, staring blankly at a wall when the door to your apartment in the tower creaked open. Whoever was coming in made no noise and didn’t announce their presence at all. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care that it might be an intruder of some sorts and just sat rooted to your chair. 

You heard someone call out your name with an air of annoyance in their voice, “(Y/N), (Y/N) are you here?” You felt a jolt of shock shoot through your body as you recognized her voice, Natasha’s. You wanted to run over to her, or to at least turn your body towards her but the exhaustion that had settled into your very bones didn’t allow you to.

She must have seen your sitting form in the dark kitchen because you heard her footsteps approaching. She flicked on the light on the way in and you felt your eyes scream in protest as they tried to adjust. You blinked away the flecks of darkness just as she had made her way towards you.

“What the hell are you doing?” She questioned, tone still laced with annoyance. You felt yourself growing angry at her question. Who did she think she was waltzing in here after two goddamn months of avoiding you like you were some kind of a plague? 

“Hello to you too, Natasha.” you spat with disgust. She seemed surprised at your tone and you saw an indecipherable look come onto her face.

“What is your problem?” She was so clearly annoyed and that only served to make you angrier.

You had to stop yourself from flat out growling your next words, “You are my problem, Nat. You haven’t said a single word to me in months. Months, Natasha, fucking months.”

“What do you want me to say (Y/N)?” Nat asked exasperatedly. 

“I want you to say anything! Scream! Yell at me! Just something to show you fucking care!” Your voice was hoarse from screaming and your body trembled with anger. “You’ve been avoiding me for months and I’m fucking sick of it. If you want to break up with me just do it already, damnit. You’re making me miserable.”

She at least had the decency to look upset. “I don’t want to break up with you,” was her only response. 

“Then what do you want from me? It doesn’t seem like you want to be my girlfriend anymore and with the way you’ve been treating me, frankly, I don’t want to be yours either.”

Natasha reached a hand out to you but you yanked yourself away from her. She pulled her hand back like she’d been burned. You saw tears building up in her eyes and you felt a little bad for your behavior, though it was justified. “No, no don’t say that please. I’m sorry, god believe me I’m sorry.” Natasha furiously wiped the tears that escaped her eyes away. She continued, “I’ve just been so scared. Scared of you getting hurt because of me. I’m the Black Widow and I’ve made a lot of enemies through the years and I’m terrified that someone will want to use you against me, (Y/N). I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe me, all I’ve ever wanted to do was protect you.” She had given up on wiping her tears away now as she gazed up at you from under her eyelashes, ashamed. 

You felt your anger melt away and morph into upset. You reached out and wiped Natasha’s tears off of her face as you gathered your thoughts. “You hurt me, Natasha, you really did but I do see where you are coming from. I just wish that you had talked to me about how you felt instead of avoiding me for so long. It’s okay to be afraid, but you’re here to protect me and I’m capable of protecting myself too. We live in the Avengers Tower, for heaven’s sake. I’m surrounded by people who would be more than happy to help you protect me.” You spoke all of those words softly and you squeezed Natasha’s hand when you finished. 

She seemed relieved that you weren’t breaking up with her. The flow of her tears slowed but didn’t stop completely. She squeezed you hand back and spoke again, looking into your eyes, “I’m sorry that I hurt you. By avoiding you, I accomplished the exact opposite of what I was hoping to do. I promise that I’ll make it up to you and I’ll take as much time doing so that you need. You have me now and I will never abandon you like that again.” Her promise put your mind at ease and you smiled softly, your first smile in months. Things weren’t back to normal but at least they were okay again. It would take time to heal, but with Natasha by your side, nothing was impossible.

A/N: I’m still fairly new at writing angst so I give you permission to laugh at me. I like how this fic turned out (I know all of you reading care about my opinion on my own fic, btw). Feel free to follow me and check out my other stuff. Oh and please request anything you want. It might disappoint you but it will be something at least. I’ll stop now. Thanks, Viv :)

[petri808]

Request NaLu Natsu cheated on lucy and now he is trying to win her back but she refuses and leaves him and 5 years layer they meet again and get together

Here you go, I hope you like it :)  it worked well for the Day 5 Nalu Week prompt too.  

PS, If anyone is waiting on an Ask request from me, I’m working through them as soon as I can :)     

Pilot Episode, Take Two

@nalu-week Day 5 Trial prompt.  

“Are you fucking kidding me!”  

“L-Lucy, I can explain!”

“We’re done Natsu…”

When she opens her eyes again, the professor was still rambling on about expository writing. She rolls her eyes and stretches her legs under the desk.  This class was such a bore, but it was a requirement for the Journalism degree. Lucy sighs, and props her head up. Why had she been day dreaming about him again?  It’s been almost five years since they’d broken up and while he’d tried to win her back during their remaining months of high school, once they graduated, she’d moved on to college in Crocus and never looked back.  Heck, the only commonality was senior year, shewas now in her senior year of college that is.  

The droning voice of the teacher made it easy for her mind to wander away, back to that final year of school.  First, Natsu had tried the ‘it wasn’t my fault, she kissed me excuse.’  Yeah, she didn’t believe him considering his hand was… let’s just say underthe fabric of the girl’s top.  Then it became the ‘you’re the only girl I’ve loved’line.  Mmhmm, if he loved her so much, he wouldn’t be making out with another girl.  He tried sweet talking, sending her gifts, phone calls and text messages… oh god, the text messages.  She had to hand it to him, Natsu tried really hard to get a second chance, but Lucy hadn’t been ready to forgive and forget.      

There were moments that she almost caved into his pleas because the truth was…  She loved him.  But maybe that’s what hurt her the most and why she just couldn’t open her heart back up to him so soon.  Oh, well, it was ancient history and in less than two months she would be graduating with her degree and moving onto the next stage of her journey.

‘Congratulations Lucy! I knew you could do it <3’

Her cell had been blowing up all afternoon with calls or messages from friends and family wishing her well about graduating, but as she stared at this message, Lucy was dumbfounded. She didn’t recognize the number except that it had a Magnolia area code.  

‘Thanks!  UwU.  Who is this btw?’

‘Just an old friend from hs.’

Well that didn’t narrow anything down.  Lucy had been fairly popular in high school, so the culprit of the cryptic message came from a long list of suspects.  She nibbles at her bottom lip, should she push for an answer or just let it go?  

‘What ur name?’

But no answer ever came. Oh, Well.  With all the parties, packing, and moving from the dorms, Lucy forgets all about the encounter, the message being pushed lower and lower as other’s come through.  Thanks to an internship position her junior year, she’d even landed a job at Sorcerer’s Weekly here in Crocus, effective immediately.  It was a great opportunity and place to start her career.

“Welcome, welcome, welcome!” Lucy’s editor shakes her hand.  “It’s so cool I get to work with you again!”

“Thank you,” she blushes. “I’m very excited to learn all I can from you Jason.”

“Oh, I don’t know, seems you’ve already got the inside track down,” he points to her desk.  “Someone is happy you’re here.  Wish I got flowers,” he chuckles.

Lucy looks at the cubicle and sees a large bouquet of red roses sitting on it.  “Who sent that?”  Jason just shrugs his shoulders.  She walks over with him in tow and finds the card, but all it says is ‘congrats on the new job Lucy’ with no sender given.  

“You’ve also been requested. It’s a really cool one too!!  We’ve been trying to line up an interview with them for months and they’ve told us no until now.  The lead singer asked for you by name.”

“Huh?”  Lucy is confused.  “But I don’t even know any singers.”

“Well he knows you,” Jason winks.

“W-Wait, who is he??”

“As part of the deal for the interview, we’re not supposed to tell you.  He wants to surprise you.  Oooh!”  Jason bounces from foot to foot in excitement.  “I wish I could be there to see it!”

“You’re not coming, I-I have to do my first interview alone?”

“You’ll be fine,” he claps her on the back, “and besides, you did good as an intern, so I know you’ll know what to do.  They’re out of town till next month, the date is written on your calendar.  Get settled in today and we’ll start tomorrow on your training.”

After Jason leaves, Lucy plops onto her chair.  Wow, that had been a rollercoaster!  Monday morning, first day on the job, flowers on her desk, and an interview already lined up. Had she won the lottery?  The date for the interview was three weeks away. Normally, Lucy wanted to know who she will be talking to, get some research in, and that way she’s prepared. She groans, this could turn out really good, or really bad.

Lucy picks up the card again to analyze it and the strangest feeling washes over her.  It reminded her of that text message she received two weeks ago.  She sits back, tapping the card on her chin.  Could it be the same person?  She pulls out her phone and scrolls down to look at it.  The verbiage wasn’t exactlythe same, but the creepy feeling had settled over her, that blaring alarm bell ringing and pointing towards a relationship.

‘Did you send me flowers?’  

‘Yes, did you like it?’

‘It’s very sweet of you, but it’s a little weird not knowing who you are.’

‘…… just think of it as me making amends.  Gotta run now.’

“Oh, no you don’t!”  She’s about to respond when one more message comes through.

‘I’m really glad you made your childhood dream come true Lucy.’

‘Please tell me who you are?!’

And just like the last time, the responses end.  “Ugh!” She drops her phone on the desk.  It was really irritating not knowing who the hell this secret benefactor was, but at least there were clues this time.  They knew about her goal from a young age and ‘Make amends…’  But who needed to make amends?  One blaring choice popped into her mind, but she hadn’t heard from himin years and didn’t think he even knew where she was.  Hopefully she’ll learn who this mystery person is some day.  

Over the next weeks, Lucy trains each day with Jason on the ins and outs of working for a magazine.  Their primary job was doing the interviews, but they worked closely with each of the different departments that puts the whole thing together from the photographers, writers, to the layout designer.  It was tiresome trying to learn so much, but she was having a blast doing it.  

Her anonymous benefactor hadn’t disappeared either.  At first Lucy was annoyed with this person’s seemingly intimate knowledge of her life, but as time progressed, she had to admit each act or gesture was endearing even when she didn’t completely understand what it meant.  From quotes or poems, she once loved to be being sent cute clothes in styles and colors she favored.  The things this person sent her never missed the mark!  They were spoiling her in such a charming manner, and it was driving her heart crazy.  

A knock at her door nearing 10pm, startles Lucy out of the zone she was in late one Saturday evening. “Pizza delivery.”  She hears from the other side.

She didn’t order any pizza. Cautiously, and leaving the chain on, she cracks opens the door, “That can’t be mine…”

“Internet order for Lucy Heartfilia, one medium pineapple pepperoni pizza and a bottle of diet Coke.”  The boy chuckles, “gotta say it’s an odd combo but well it’s already paid for ma’am so you might as well take it.”

Lucy blinks, it’s exactly what she would order, had she been the one who’d placed it.  “Alright.”  She accepts the delivery and puts it on her coffee table with an exasperated sigh. Oh, this had to be the myserious person.

‘Pizza at 10pm?!’

‘Guessed you still write late at night.  You tend to forget to eat when you do.’

She balks and stares at the response.  It was true and all but, ‘look thank you, I appreciate it but you are driving me crazy with this whole secrecy thing!’

‘I promise to reveal myself soon.  Sweet dreams Lucy <3’

On the morning of the interview, she’d shown up to work and to another ‘gift’ waiting on her desk.  Delivered directly by the jewelry store, it was a small gift box containing a charm bracelet.  Of all the presents, this was by far the most expensive to date.  Jason was freaking out just as much as Lucy was over her luck.  Each charm represented something truly special to her.  Ballet slippers from her youth, star is a love she shared with her mother, white dog marked her first pet, pen for a dream of writing, pink heart was her favorite color, but the sixth charm made her heart stop.  A flame.

“No…” she breathes out. “It can’t be.”

“What is it?!”  Jason bounces next to her unable to contain his excitement. “Spill it!”

“M-My ex…. I-I think it’s from my high school boyfriend.”

Jason’s eyes widen.  “Cool!!!  You should wear that to your interview, it’ll look good on you!”

“N-No, I-I can’t,” Lucy shuts the box and slips it into her purse.  She gathers her recorder, pad and pen, “I better get going, the car is waiting to take me to the interview now.”  Then takes off out of the office before Jason could say anything more.

During the whole car ride to the recording studio where the interview would take place, Lucy couldn’t get her heartrate to slow down.  Over and over she replayed all the anonymous contacts they’d had since graduation night.  The clues had all been there, but she’d never let herself believe it.  Five years…. Five years!  Why was he back now?!  And why was she so flustered?!  Ugh! She couldn’t go into this interview with her mind racing like this!  

“We’re here,” the driver breaks her out of her inner rant.  

“Oh,” Lucy looks up at the building.  “Thank you.”

She gets out of the car and a studio personnel takes her straight to a conference type room, explaining along the way that she’ll be interviewing the lead singer of an up and coming band.  The employee asks her to please wait there in the room, he’ll be there shortly.  Lucy fidgets in her seat.  ‘Calm down, calm down,’she chants with her eyes closed, ‘get through the interview, go home and scream…’

The door opens.  Lucy looks up and the person that greets her was the one person she didn’t know if she wanted to see.  

“Natsu…”  She jumps up from her seat as he comes closer.

“Hey Lucy,” he nervously cups the back of his neck.  “Sorry for the…”      

“It was you!” she punches his chest.  “All this time!  All this time…” she hits him over and over as all of the pent-up emotions she’d been feeling erupts, and tears stream down her cheeks.  “Why?!” Lucy finally stops and slumps against his chest sobbing hysterically.

Natsu had expected a harsh reaction, knowing Lucy’d received the bracelet that morning and it gave too pointed of a clue for her not to realize its sender.  He says nothing and simply wraps his arms around her, just letting the woman release everything she’s been holding in for probably the last five years. As her sobs slow, he cradles her head gently against his chest, rubbing small circles along her back.  He buries his nose in her hair, oh, how he’s missed her scent, and kisses her crown.

“I’ve missed you so much Lucy.”  When her only response is a sniffle, Natsu continues.  “I was an idiot in high school to have lost you and these last five years have been empty because of it.  So, I had my manager help me track you down and that’s how I knew about graduation, your new job, and stuff.”

Her voice is soft, and the anger had dissipated from her tone.  “Why didn’t you just tell me it was you?”

“I didn’t know if you would answer if you knew it was me.  I gave up winning you back once when I was too dumb to realize…” he lifts her chin, “so this time I wanted to show you how much I still love you.”

“You do?”

He nods his head, eyes crinkling when he smiles and gazes back at her.  Natsu smooths a thumb over her cheek, “you are still so beautiful Lucy…”

She averts her eyes. It was all so much to take at once. Not only was her ex the anonymous person but finding out he’s a singer in a band that was growing in popularity. How would she know that this was real and that one day some groupie wouldn’t come along, and she’d catch him cheating again?  

Lucy sucks in the corner of her lip as she processes the situation, but Natsu knows that tell instantly. “Lucy, I swear on my mother I will never hurt you like that again.”

“You can’t make a promise like that.”

“Why can’t I?  The fact I haven’t had a girlfriend since you left me should tell you something.  I know now, I don’t want anyone else but you.  And if you still don’t believe me, just ask Gray yourself, he’s still my best friend and knows everything I’ve done this whole this time.”  Natsu takes her hand, “please just give me a second chance Lucy.”

She was so torn.  A part of her still loved him too, and she wanted to believe this could work…

“Okay.”

“Really,” his eyes brighten, “you’ll be my girlfriend again?!”

Damn it his grin was still irresistible!  “Yes,” she exhales and squeezes his hand back, “I’ll be your girlfriend again. But so, help me Natsu if you screw around this time, I will cut something off!”

“Oof,” that sent a phantom pain to his groin, but he couldn’t blame her for the comment.  “You won’t regret it, I swear it.”

Lucy nods and stands up straight, recollecting her thoughts.  “Now that that’s settled, am I still doing an interview or was that just to set up this meeting?”

“Oh!  Right!” Natsu chuckles, “that’s real.”  He grabs her hand and pulls her towards the door, “I’ll introduce you to the rest of the band first…”  

[hazelnmae]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request a Finn Shelby x male oc/reader (romantic or friends-I think it can work either way) where the male is a brother of Isaiah and they both sort of bond over being the youngest in the family and feeling overshadowed by the rest of their siblings?? With numbers 14 and 34 from the fluff prompt list xx BTW love your blog and your writing is😍*chefs kiss noise*

Thank you for this soft and fluffy request, sweet Anon! I hope I do Finn some justice here. He’s such a lovely character--such a beautiful juxtaposition to his brothers! 

And thank you for your kind words--they made my day!!! XOXO

#14 “I’ll always be here for you.” & #34 “Everyone forgets about me. I’m used to it.”

“My name is Finn,” he said with an air of agitation.

He’d noticed the pretty blonde at the bar and had been pleasantly surprised when she noticed him back. She sat there, giggling and whispering with her friend while making eyes at him until Finn finally worked up the nerve to approach her.

But after speaking with her for only a few minutes, it became clear she was no different from the others--only feigning interest in him in order to learn about his family.

“Aren’t you Tommy Shelby’s little brother?” She’d asked.

“Younger, not little,” he’d spat, straightening his posture and scowling. “And my name is Finn.” 

He’d taken the beer he’d ordered and returned to the table in the corner where you sat watching it all unfold.

You’d been friends with Finn for most of your life. Your father was close with his older brothers and you’d grown up practically neighbors. 

You knew how it felt being constantly passed over, having grown up with Isaiah Jesus as an older brother. You’d watched Finn suffer the same consequences you had--of having handsome, intimidating older siblings.

When he returned to the table, Finn plopped down in the booth seat beside you and slumped--making himself appear smaller than he was. 

Despite trying not to, you must have looked at him with pity because when he made eye contact with you, he simply tried to brush it off. 

“Everyone forgets about me. I’m used to it.”

He took a swig of his beer as you tried to find the right thing to say. It hurt to think your friend was hurting. And you knew all too well how disappointing it was to put yourself out there--to hope someone may be interested in you--only to have your dreams dashed by the inescapable presence of your family’s reputation.

“I know how you feel, Finn,” you finally said, taking a long look at your drink. “It’s not easy having Isaiah for an older brother.”

Finn laughed at that and you realized it was the first time you’d heard him laugh, really laugh, in ages. He’d been so busy with Peaky business, trying to impress Tommy and find his place in the family, that he’d lost a bit of himself. 

And you couldn’t bear the thought of that. He was, after all, your best friend. You loved and appreciated him for who he was--without all the other nonsense.

One of the things you’d always appreciated about Finn was the fact that he wasn’t like his brothers. 

And you told him as much.

You sat in that booth and talked for hours. It was as if you were getting to know one another all over again. You laughed and complained. You vented. You even cried. But it felt as natural and comfortable as it always had.

As you left the pub and headed toward home, you told Finn just how much you appreciated his friendship.

“You’re just saying that because you’re drunk,” he laughed.

“I’m not drunk,” you replied, stone cold sober. 

It was true, you’d been drinking, but you’d both been talking and listening so intently that you’d forgotten to get drunk.

“Me neither,” he laughed again. 

He looked as if he had something else to say, but wouldn’t quite say it. You started to relieve him of his misery, but thought better of it. He was clearly sick and tired of being interrupted, of being told how to think and feel, and you certainly weren’t going to act like everyone else in his life.

So you stood there in silence for a few moments until he finally turned to you, placing his hands on your shoulders and standing up straight.

In this position, you saw the Shelby in him. The way he held himself, his puffed up chest, his stern look, they all screamed Shelby. 

“I never realized you struggled as the youngest brother,” he said to you now. “If I’d have known--.”

“It’s alright, mate,” you responded. “You know now.”

You smiled, thinking about what he might have done if he’d known sooner. If you’d had this talk years ago. He’d have acted all big and bad like everyone else in his family. Probably would have talked a big game about your brother, despite the fact that he’d never dream of acting on it. 

“Well, I hope you realize I’ll always be here for you. Just like you were here for me tonight.”

He removed his hands from your shoulders, suddenly becoming aware of how it might look to others on the street. 

“I know,” you added. 

He tipped his peaked cap at you and turned to walk away. He only made it a few steps before you called, “Just promise me you won’t let them change you.”

Finn turned, slowly, and looked you square in the eye. The motion was slow--dramatic even. There was something very Tommy in the way he moved in that moment. 

“Deal,” he said.

And he leaned forward a bit until the street light hit his face and you could see the familiar sparkle in his eyes. 

He may have held himself like his brothers, but he was still your best pal Finn.

[just-jordie-things]

It’s Two in the Morning and I Need to Know You’re Okay - Allison Argent

word count: 1168 warnings: nightmares? also this is a allison x bestfriend!reader btw request: @jurrasicpork : 50 with Allison Argent but not in a pairing way, but a friendship kind of way, please? #50 - “I call you at two o’clock in the morning just to hear your voice, and you answer ‘whos this?’!”

“Alli- Allison no no no please-”

Your whole body was trembling as you watched Oni pierce it’s blade through your best friend, her face quickly changing from it’s smile of pride to complete shock and horror.  You tried to scream, tried to call for her.  You willed your feet to move, to run to her, but you were completely frozen, and the only words coming out were incoherent mumbles.

Trapped, you watched as the sword seemed to retract from her body in slow motion, a red stain beginning to spread on the front of Allison’s abdomen.  Her hands reached for the wound instantly, shaking, and staining her fingers in her own blood.

“N-no, no” You whimpered, but it was as if she couldn’t hear you.  Raising her hands to her line of sight, before her eyes rolled back and she collapsed to the ground.  You felt your jaw open as you screamed, but couldn’t hear an of the words coming out, your ears surrounded by white noise.

You sprung up in bed, chest heaving and you could feel a cold sweat on your back as you tried to catch your breath.  Fumbling over the sheets you searched for your phone as rapidly as you could, your vision blurred with tears from your nightmare.  You opened your contacts, clicking the name at the very top and praying to God she’d answer.

“Pick up pick up pick up” You mumbled to yourself, breaths still shaky as you tapped your fingers over your covers anxiously.  “Please”

“Hello?” A sleepy girl’s voice answered halfway through the second ring.  “Who’s this?”

“I call you at two o’clock in the morning just to hear your voice, and you answer ‘whos this?’!” You demand.

“I’m tired, (y/n), it’s two in the morning” Allison mumbled back.  “You okay? I only get middle of the night phone calls for emergencies”

“Yeah I just…”

“You had that nightmare again, didn’t you?” She asked softly.  You could practically see her face falling as she spoke to you.

“Yes” You whispered back.

This wasn’t the first time you’ve had these horrible visions in your dreams, seeing your friends get hurt, or worse.  Not being able to do anything about it, and always waking up in a panic.  In fact, this was the fourth time you’ve had to call Allison just to be sure that what you dreamt wasn’t true.

“It’s okay” She murmured in that sweet voice of hers.  “It wasn’t real, (y/n/n), that didn’t happen.  I blocked it, remember?”

“Yes” Your voice was shaky.

“You told me I was a badass, remember?”

“Yes” You answered again.  Shutting your eyes, you let out a long sigh.  “Look Allison I know that it’s irrational and I know you’re fully capable of protecting yourself” You started.

“I know hon” She said sweetly.  She knew that you just needed her to stay on the line for a little bit, calm you down enough so you feel okay enough to go back to sleep.

“But I’m just so scared to lose you” You said sincerely.  “You’re my best friend, without you I… I’m just alone.  Yeah there’s the pack but I only ever became friends with them through you… and without you…”

Allison nodded on the other end, though you couldn’t see her.

“You’re like the glue, you know?” She chuckled softly about that.

“I wouldn’t say that but, I know what you mean” Allison said.  “I’m not leaving you (y/n), I promise”

“I know” You sighed.  “That’s the worst part.  I know all of this.  I know you aren’t going anywhere, I know you’re fine and I know you can take care of yourself.  And yet… I still get scared”

“Fear’s what makes you human” She whispered.

“I thought that was pain?” You questioned, having recalled Scott say it repeatedly.

“Maybe.  But fear is what keeps your humanity” The huntress emphasized.  “Out there, when we’re fighting the bad guys?” She continued.  “If you’re afraid, you’re grounded”

“Oh” You nodded, understanding what she meant.

“That’s how I almost… how I almost killed Erica and Boyd that night.  I wasn’t afraid, I was just angry.  I’d completely lost my humanity.  I was no better than… well than the nogitsune”

“Don’t say that-”

“But it’s true, that’s what I’m telling you.  For that night, I was everything we’ve been fighting against”

“You’re more selfless now” You told her.  She giggled, and you could see her smile in your mind, putting you at ease.  “Thanks for picking up the phone”

“I’m a light sleeper now because of all these calls” She told you.  “As long as you’re telling me you want to hear my voice, and not that our lives are being threatened”

You giggled with her at her response, laying back in bed and wrapping the blankets around yourself.

“Don’t jinx it for us please” Allison laughed again.

“Sorry, I really shouldn’t say stuff like that” She replied.  “You feeling any better?”

“Lots, thanks” You answered.

“Good, I don’t want you having these nightmares forever.  I hope this helps”

“It really does” You told her.  “Sorry I keep waking you up”

“Don’t be” Allison replied sweetly.  “I don’t mind at all.  It’s like a sleepover, but over the phone”

“I like thinking of it that way” You whispered.  “Maybe we should spend the night together soon, it’s been a while”

“Sounds good, we can make a whole day out of it” She agreed.  “Shopping, baking, manicures, it’ll be fun”

“Okay” You said quietly.

“You ready to go back to bed?” She asked you gently, not wanting to push you into hanging up if you weren’t ready to.

“Yeah, I am” You told her.  “Thanks so much Allison, you’re the best I swear” She giggled sleepily.

“You’re the best too.  Get a lot of rest, okay? Happy thoughts”

“You too”

“Love you hon, call if you need anything, alright?”

“Love you too Alli, goodnight”

“Goodnight”

And with that you put your phone next to you on your bed, shutting your eyes and smiling to yourself.  Allison had to be the bestest friend that ever existed.  You truly didn’t deserve her, but you’ve appreciated every second that she’s been in your life.  Since you met, she’s always looked out for you, even in her hardest times she’s made sure you were okay, and safe.

Just as you were about to drift off, your tone made a soft ping, indicating a text that had come in.  Seeing Allison’s contact name show up (Alli A💛), you unlocked your phone to see what she’d sent you.

A selfie of her wrapped up in her blankets, smiling widely with her eyes closed, holding onto a teddy bear you’d gotten her years ago when she took off a sick day for her mom’s death.  You remembered it vividly.

Underneath the photo she’d texted : wishing you spent the night tonight, but this will do.  sleep well, ily❤️

You sent back a heart, smiling again to yourself before finally falling asleep.

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xoxo ~ jordie

[iphoenixrising]

I can't stop thinking about your Dr!Tim verse (This isnt a prompt btw, I just wanted you to know that Ive been thinking about your writing and how much its inspired me. Sorry for how long this is). I keep imagining the man on the bridge being the hot topic on every news station and paper, even more than Batman and Robin. Everyone wants to know who he is. Is he ok? Did he give his life saving his fellow Gotham citizens? There are a lot of questions

(2)and few answers. Those in the loop are more than content to leave it that way,but somehow it gets leaked that Gothams new hero is a young prodigy doctor atGotham General. Tim is not made aware of this until he gets mobbed by reportersas he’s leaving his 36 hour shift and getting asked a lot of innapropriatepersonal questions. And it’s not nearly as funny as you seem to think it is,Jason.

(3)Of course his boyfriends quickly stop finding the situation funny once the joboffers from all over the world start rolling in. Dozens of them, all offeringthings like millions of dollars in salary, positions like chief of surgery, allin state of the art hospitals that are properly funded and don’t reside incities with crazy clown attacks. And it hurts because, how could they ask himto stay? How could they ask their genius sugar to tie himself down to a city

(4)that chews everyone in it up and spits them out, to be a doctor in a hospitalbarely scraping by, how could they ask their genius boy to refuse a once in alifetime opportunity to escape this shithole of a city and make something bigof himself, all to stay with two vigilantes who cant guarantee they’ll make ithome each night. They couldn’t do it, they want whats best for their boy, evenif it means he leaves them. They can’t ask him to stay.

(5)Damian of course has no such qualms about blackmailing, er requesting Drakestay in the city, and subsequently with his older brothers (Because if he hurtsthem, Damian will hurt Tim twice as bad). Which leads to a very awkwardconversation in which Damian threatens Tim not to leave, Tim is confusedbecause “who said anything about leaving?” And then they have a heartto heart about how Tim isn’t stuck at Gotham general, he chose that hospital.And that he’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

**

So, hi babe :D  Iknow this has been sitting in my inbox for a minute, sorry >.

Brilliant, babe. Justbrilliant.

I also get to play withanother back-and-forth I haven’t really gotten to yet in these little things,so I’m super excited for B and Tony Stark to just have a little snark-fest,yeah?  

**

Tony showed up a fewweeks early for his quarterly “visit” to Gotham.

It’s disconcertingbecause Tony Stark goes between creating new innovations to privatelyconsulting around the US on the most dire of cases in need of a precise handand large enough ego to make miracles happen. He might have to do somebookkeeping even though Pepper is his CEO and runs his company with iron heels. When he’s not working, he has a nice relationship waiting for himat home.

All of it didn’t leaveTony much time to be running to Gotham before schedule to do someridiculous amount of pouting.

And yet?

Here they are.

When Tim actually getsto turn away from the stack of charts he’s updating, he has an oh shitmoment because Tony…isn’t immediately talking. No white coat, just asnazzy three-piece, arms crossed over his chest, and utterly

Silent.

Tim automaticallystands, taking in his old mentor from head to foot, looking for clues toadd to the inevitable diagnosis hovering in his brain pan.

(Because, you know, thattime when he was still a lowly bachelor and could take a month off of Mercy topretty much live in Tony’s facility while things like brain tumors threatenedhis Tony Stark’s life. His hands didn’t shake the whole time he was rootingaround that famous mound of grey matter–that’s when he knew he’d hit the bigleagues.)

“If you even think,”Tony starts, low and angry, “of taking the offer from UCLA over mine, Iwill be an even bigger asshole about your terrible life choices.”

Oh.

Oh shit.

Word has apparently gottenaround.

It started out with aquick blurb on the news, blurry camera phone picture of emergency workers andplain clothes civilians jumping to action in the middle of a crisis, a humaninterest story and all that. A glimmer of goodness among the chaos.

More picture with betterquality once the shock and aftermath died down, started to flood Social Media,even various videos of cables snapping and people running, trying not to gettrampled. One the media latched onto just happened to be of him carrying thelittle girl from the car and helping her mother up in the back of a truck tosend them to safety.

The one with himbreaking through the fallen debris made Dick gasp from the table where he waspatching his suit and Jay wrap a big hand around his ankle to squeeze.

The one where he almostlost his grip climbing the wall of broken shit and flaming car remains isprobably where someone saw the connection because the class of kids went on thenews, holding up colorful signs with Thank-You, Dr. Drake!

He was happy they allseemed fine and after an uncomfortable call from Channel 11 Gotham (howthey found out his name is still a mystery even though he suspects B is an evenbigger troll than he’d already surmised), in which he stipulated nocameras this time, went by the elementary school for a visit. They gripped hisnerd shirt with excited hands, and his arms are long enough for a lot ofhugs.

But while Channel 11agreed to his term of no cameras, no interviews, that didn’t really panout when it came to the story later on that night.

His picture flashed allover the damn place, the resident angel on the bridge as one Dr. Drakefrom Mercy General trying to save as many lives as he could. More video clipsand interviews after the fact (he’s so glad to see that Karmen and her mom areokay), and dammit, he’s being literally attacked outside thedouble doors to his ER after a very long shift without Steph. He mighthave been a little mean when he told them in no specific terms that he was onlytrying to make sure people didn’t, you know, die horribly, as is hisnormal, every-day job, and please let him go home where he can pass outfor a day or he’s going to lie down on someone’s shoes and take a nap.

Jay was predictablyentertained at the whole of it. Dick merely told him his kick-ass doctorinstincts deserved appropriate accolades.

Both of them areassholes, but still, they’re his assholes.

But eventually, likeeverything in Gotham, those videos became old news and the next wave ofinevitable oh shit became front and center. Which, should have meant hisfifteen seconds of fame was pretty much over (thankfully)–if he hadn’tstarted getting other interest.

Several offers startedcoming first by mail to the Penthouse, more by phone and email. Unassumingproper stationary with silver and gold lettering, bright voicemails about his“heroism” and obvious skill in emergency situations, emails from high-rankingdoctors or board members extending an invitation to visit their campus and seeif his career might be going in a new direction.

(Gag)

It was pretty easy atfirst, chucking those finely detailed introduction letters in the trashdiscreetly, sending back appreciative declines without Dick or Jason gettingwise as to how many there actually were.

(John Hopkinsthough…that one he had to think about)

A month later and thingsslacked off (or might be routed through Drake Industries so they stop coming tothe Penthouse). Apparently, though, the attention had been somewhat noticeable.

“I don’t know what youmay have heard, Tony, but–” he starts out calmly, putting the penpointedly down.

“Let me start with the shortlist,” it’s the usual sarcasm laying the mood, mimicking an imaginarychecklist, “John Hopkins, Department Head of Emergency Medicine. Mayo, General Surgery Residency Program Director. MassachusettsGeneral, Chief of Surgery. UCSF, Chief of Residents. UCLA, Chief of Staff.Cedars-Sinai, Neuroscience research grants out the ass. Sound morefamiliar?”

Well, there’s only oneway to get this conversation started.

Bonding over coffee.

Gathering up hischarts with a sigh, Tim shakes his head a little and grabs the cane he’s beenusing since his leg is finally starting to get with it (and no Steph,the House MD jokes were funny a week ago, now you need new material). Heshoos Tony out of the room and down the corridor to the chaos that is his ER.

“Notice I didn’tmention the very generous and consistent offer from StarkMedical, Tim,” because Tony really has nothing to be mad about per sayand falls in step beside him anyway, slowing down his unusually fast strides toaccount for the limp. “Because I’m not here to smooze.”

He pauses at the maindesk to arrange the charts in order, gets the approving nod from his favoriteHead Nurse.

“There’s story behindthis,” he fills in casually, “it’s more complicated than just–”

“You almost died,”Tony interrupts smoothly, “on a bridge. You ran around on a crumbling bridgeinstead of getting people the hell off while you got the hell off. Halfthe nation saw that guy with the crazy bat fetish catch someone out in openwater wearing purple scrubs, Tim.”

Well, none of that isa lie really.

Hands free, Tim gripsTony’s elbow and steers them pointedly into the break room, closes the door.With Dr. Stark roaming around Mercy, most everyone would stay clear unless somecatastrophe hits anyway.

He lets Tony stew fora few minutes while he makes a fresh pot of coffee and thinks very, very hardabout how this is going to go.

“You were worriedabout me,” Tim finally gives a half-grin in the face of Tony’s nope, andputs a fresh paper cup in his hand, “you can bluster all you want, but you wereworried, and I appreciate it.”

“That is absolute crapand you know it. I’m here to make sure no other hospitals or researchfacilities snatch you up, Drake. Not after all the effort I put into you overthe last few years.”

Sure, Tony. “The bridge. I survived. A lot of otherpeople survived, so you can ignore whatever crap the news stations aresaying–”

“All of it is true.You stupidly risked your life when the structural integrity was compromised,and since it just happened to involve that wing-nut in the cape, thenation is going to pay the fuck attention.”

Which is probably whyhe’s suddenly Mr. Popular in his field. Well, that does answer some questions.

“You’re taking thisout of proportion,” even if it’s fruitless, he’s still going to try,“there really haven’t been that many–”

“Twenty of the topfacilities in the world have made offers that would put this place to shame.Three of your last publications have shown up in recent journals. The nextsymposium you’re supposed to be at is already sold out.”

And well, shit.He…he didn’t know all of that.

“Besides, if I wasblowing it out of proportion, we wouldn’t be talking about it in thedeserted break room, Drake.”

Tim groans out loud,rubbing a tired hand down his face. How is he going to explain without soundinglike a complete moron?

“Tony, the offersare…nice, okay? I’m not going to say it isn’t cool to be wanted by someof these places. I mean Cedars… they have equipment and research facilitiesmost places couldn’t even dream of. Just the possibilities–”

A very pointedclearing of the throat makes him take a pause to breathe, count to ten becausehe has to get in the mindset to deal with Tony like this again (it’s been aminute) when he’s being incredibly stubborn.

Neither of them noticethe dark blue against black right at the side of the building, but the presenceunder the open window narrows white eyes and stays hidden in the Gotham shadow. Who even knew how long he’d been there.

“Excuse me,Cedars has equipment most facilities–aside from Stark Medical of course–couldn’teven dream of.”

The look he gets backis unimpressed at most, but Tim can see past the usual Tony Stark mask. Theexuding confidence is there like the nice, expensive suits he wears, but underneaththe brilliance and the snark, Tony’s eyes are bloodshot and the dark circlesunderneath look like bruises. He keeps his dominant hand in the pocket of hispants, probably to hide the slight tremble (which is why he isn’t wearing acoat, right? If Tony’s riding the sleep dep train, he won’t operate if hishands are starting to shake).

Tim eases back alittle, sips on his terrible sludge while idly thumbing his phone open.

“I’m very well awareof the opportunities right in front of you, Tim,” Tony starts moving, a shortwhirlwind of movement, activity, and energy. “I’m just saying–”

“What I told you ayear ago is still true,” Tim comes back, finishing up the quick text to one ofTony’s significant others, (just a little knowledge drop on how exhausted hismentor really is). He puts his phone away and crosses his arms over his chestin a firm sign of ‘this is how the discussion is going to go.’

“You can’t be serious.”And yes, that’s Tony Stark without all the touchy-feely, I care if you diekind of thing. “I’m outraged. I’m outraged on your behalf, Tim.”

“You can’t be,” hedeadpans.

“The hell I can’t.You’re going to stay here, in this death trap of a city and practicemedicine in this ill-equipped, dilapidated chop-shop hold-over from the secondWorld War–”

“Tony, c’mon.”

“While half thegoddamned world is out for you?! Do you have any idea what kindof direction your career could go if you accepted even one of thoseoffers?”

“I–”

“Anything else isliterally going to be professional suicide.”

“When you put it like that–”he snarks back, getting a little closer to his patience. It had taken longerthan usual because Tony, like Layla, needed to adults to lay it out for themonce and awhile.

“It’s time to listento reason, Tim. You’ve had plenty of time to try, I don’t know, winningthe Nobel for putting up with terrible conditions and homicidal maniacs withbomb fetishes. Isn’t it time you started challenging yourself again, and notby trying to die in this trash-dump city?”

And the shadowsoundlessly slides away in the night, leaving the conversation to finish up anecessary patrol. The rushing wind doesn’t take away anything he’s alreadylearned.

Dr. Drake, blissfullyunaware of the company, narrows his eyes dangerously, straightens up because dammit,he thought he handled this.

“I. Am. Not.Interested.” He tries, wondering if the emphasis counts. “As appealing as theresearch capabilities are, I’m not taking any of the offers. At all, atall. I’m staying right the fuck here where I choose to be.”

And he sees Tony startto open his mouth to start-up with another fast and furious argument on whyGotham is a cesspool of death and more death, but Tim walks right overanything he might have started in on by just getting right up in Tony’s faceand laying it all out.

“I appreciate the fuckout of the interest, Dr. Stark. Thanks but no thanks.”

“I need someone tocheck you out obviously.”

“I like ithere.”

“Oh? And what’s hername Mister I-Like-It-Here?”

“His name,Tony, and their names for your information.”

That has the intendedeffect and makes his old mentor pretty much pause on the next syllable.   

“But just so you know,they aren’t the only reasons why I’m staying in Gotham City. It’s more thanbeing close to my parents’ graves or close to my best friend and my niece. It’smore than just finally coming home, Tony. I belong here. I’m neededhere. It’s dirty and dangerous and so fucking what if there’s a guy in aBat suit running around kicking the shit out of criminals? It’s my city,so no. I’m not going anywhere.”

And Tony just blinksdown at him for long moments, this scene so painfully familiar from their daysof arguing back and forth during his “internship” with Stark Medical. It hadn’ttaken him long to understand what needed to be done to make someone like TonyStark change his mind.

Get all up in his faceand drop some truth bombs.

“I really, really hatethis,” Tony finally replies flatly, but his eyes are scrunched in amusement.

“I know. If I ever dowant to leave it behind, then you know the first place I’m going to go,” Timcomes back more gently, giving Tony a smirk.

Even though he’sobvious not happy about it, some of the pissed off fades out of Tony’sstiff posture. “Promise me, Drake. No one gets to kill you before I pick yourbrain about the neuro-stimulation device we’re working on.”

And with the obviouspun, he leans over laughing until his damn leg starts to ache and Tony has tohold him up by the arm so he doesn’t fall over.

**

The very impressiveRolls Royce greets Dr. Stark when he finally makes his way out the front doorsto attempt finding some palatable coffee.

The older man waitingby the passenger-side door is familiar enough that a smile cuts across Tony’sface.

“Alfred! Long time, nosee.” He smirks at the irony since his “visits” to Gotham didn’t alwayscoordinate with Pepper’s insistence he at least be in the city for SMbusiness.

“Master Stark, apleasure to see you again, Sir.”

“Always. Let me guess.You have some incredible coffee in there waiting for me?”

“Of course, Sir. Flavoredjust how you prefer.”

“You are a master ofall things, Alfred. Don’t even let Bruce tell you any differently.”

“I shall remind him atevery opportunity. However, you may do me a service and tell him yourself,”Alfred opened the back door with a slight flourish to show the billionairehimself sitting in the back, drinking from a thick, glass tumbler.

“Aw, Bruce, is that autility belt under your shirt or are you just happy to see me?”

The surgeon foldshimself down to get in, eyes sparkling for the slight scowl on his old friend’sface. He pays little attention to Alfred getting back in the driver’s seat andstarting the car. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you didn’t trust me inyour city.”

Tony stick up hispointer fingers at the side of his head, wiggling them to mimic the ears on theside of the cowl.

He’s smiling likecrazy when B just rolls his eyes and takes a deep pull from the tumbler.“You’re early, even after you’ve been running the gambit at your facility andStark Industries for the past few weeks. Forgive me for being curious.”

“I had to see anotherdoctor about a job prospect.”

“The doctor we have amutual interest in?”

“That would be theone. Next time he needs to be saved, leave the tights at home. Don’t you have aWE helicopter for a reason?”

“And exactly how wouldI explain that one away?”

“You have PR people,Bruce, let them have a field day with ‘rich socialite accidentally savespeople on a crumbling bridge.’”

“That would make morework for me as Bruce Wayne. Batman is a better figurehead for that kind ofthing.”

“Figurehead? Oh,you mean the persona you’ve gone to great lengths to hide as some kindof myth or urban legend all these years? That guy just suddenly shows up in thedaytime?”

“He’s beenphotographed before, Tony. Sometimes even with other superheroes, likeSuperman and Wonder Woman. All drawback of being on a team.”

“Teams are wonderfulthings, Bruce.

“Says you.”

And from a pocket inthe door, Bruce finally has a little bit of mercy on the overworked genius bypulling out a warm travel mug with the Batman logo on the front.

Tony laughs maniacallyfor long, painful moments, earning another eye-roll. The contents, however, arejust as Alfred promised: full of caffeine and just as tasty.

After a long moment ofsatisfaction, Tony lays his head back on the cushy seat and just sighs.

“You’re pushingyourself too hard,” Bruce admonishes gently. “I’m going to send the WE chopperto pick up Jim and Steve instead.”

That wakes him up.

“Don’t you even dare,B. I’ll never forgive you.”

“I’ve made worseenemies.”

Tony doesn’t snortcoffee up his nose, but really, it’s a close thing.

“You obviously can’ttake care of yourself,” Bruce is his usual brusk, no-nonsense about it, butTony can see there’s already some kind of plan in the making. “I can seewhy the two of them have such a hard time with you.”

“Says the guy thatneeded an emergency arthroscopy for meniscus tears.”

“Then I guess I’m verylucky you were in town.”

Tony hums, but hiseyes are sparkling. “How is the knee doing by the way?”

“It hurts when I breaksomeone’s jaw. Other than that, it’s fine.” And because it’s Bruce, he wavesit away without a second thought.

Tony hums again, buthis eyes go down to the knee in question.

Bruce sips his drinkagain while Alfred continues driving and Tony makes him wait for it.

Finally, once they’repassing the old Mylar building, B looks at him head-on, “all right. What did hehave to say?”

Trying not to grin,Tony shrugs a shoulder, “you’ve got nothing to worry about. Drake is staying inGotham, even with the more-than-generous offer I’ve made him. Believe me, B,I’m not happy about it, but he doesn’t seem too keen on leaving Mercy General.”

And as Tony is well-awarein their long and industrious friendship, the real Bruce Wayne is like a closedbook, doesn’t let even the smallest twitch break his facade (well, except infront of his boys, which is when BatDad makes an appearance), but thesigns of relief are really hard to miss for someone that literally kept B’sright arm moving after that rotator cuff injury.

“Dick and Jay will behappy to hear that, I suppose.” Tony observes with false cheer becausehonestly, who wouldn’t put two and two together at this juncture.

(Bruce isn’t the onlydetective. As a surgeon, Tony has to deduce with little evidence, so it’s notreally a shocker to find out the vigilantes have a doctor for a sweetie. Smartmove all around.)

“…yes, they will.Tim…?”

“He didn’t have to.You just told me yourself, Mr. Wayne.”

At the frown, Tonygives himself a mental point. The day he can get one up on the Batman is reallya day he needs to remember.

“All right, fine. Jayand Dick might have mentioned he’s been getting attention outside Gotham. I’vealready taken some steps to try making it seem like staying in the city mightbe a better deal.”

And Tony’s jaw drops,“you’ve been trying to get Mercy to partner with WE! That’s why they aren’tplaying nice with Pepper! Bruce, you devil.”

“Demon, actually, ifyou believe the stories,” and now it’s Bruce smirking into his tumbler. “We’lltalk more about it over dinner. Besides, the Batcomputer is on the fritz again.You can dazzle me over filet mignon.”

“Flatterer. How can Ipossibly say no?”

Bruce taps theintercom to tell Alfred they’re ready to go back to the Manor and Dr. Starkwill be joining them for the evening. Alfred gives him an affirmative and the planis set into motion. If there just happens to be a comfortable surfacefor Tony to pass out on during the visit, well, the pictures for Jim and Stevewould be well-worth the effort.

**

The conversation withTony didn’t end well, leaving him with a mental hangover by the time his shiftis finally over.

Night hadn’t startedbreaking away into dawn yet, so he’s still walking by dark alleys where thestreet lights are flickering.

He gets out a, “whatthe fuck–!?” before he’s just suddenly swept up off his feet by a strongarm holding him up hundreds of feet in the air.

Really, he should beused to things like this by now.

Robin undoubtedly givesno shits about how tight he’s holding onto the doctor or, the obviousdifferences in their height as punctuated by the botched landing, putting himliterally on his ass.

“Wow, thanks for the warning,Rob. I really didn’t need legs anyway.”

In some way that mightactually show he’s sorry, Robin bends down to pick up the cane and handsit over so Tim can get back on his feet.

“Alright, what’s goingon? Where are you hurt?” He doesn’t bother with niceties, just grips Robin bythe bicep and turns him, uses the cane to hold the cape out of the way. “Pleasetell me no one stabbed you because wouldn’t that just be ironic?”

He sees no blood ortorn suit. Takes a second look just to make sure.

Robin, in a creepyparody of his conversation with Tony earlier in the evening, is silent.

“Rob? Robin, what isit?”

A litany of oh shitruns through his brain pain in the form of toxins, mind control, and bloodborne pathogens (oh my).

“I have beeninformed,” the youngest vigilante starts slowly, “you are considering other opportunitiesoutside of Gotham, Drake.”

He blinks once. Doesit again while staring down at the whiteouts.

“Opportunities? Rob–Dami,what are you talking about?”

“Facilities are vyingfor you, offering you more advantages than any in Gotham possibly could.I understand the temptation of such offers–”

“Whoa, what? Wait aminute. Just. Wait.”

“However,” Robin goeson, his tone low in the night, “I am here to offer you a bargain.”

And that in no waywhatsoever sound anything less than ominous. Like, ‘I’ll promise not to takeout your spleen’ kind ominous.

He leans down a littleso the crime fighter doesn’t have to look up at him, “First: yes, I’ve gottensome job offers. It’s nice they’re thinking of me, really, but those offers arebased off a one-time emergency incident, not because they’ve seen me inaction or know anything about my…hobbies. They’re not offering a jobto me, Dami. Do you get that?”

The ensuing silenceand Bat-stillness are signs of the younger processing.

“Besides, I choseto come back to Gotham when I could have gone pretty much anywhere after myinternship with Stark Medical. You have no idea how many places wantedme on staff after I survived Tony Stark. If I wanted a job outside of the city,I could have had it in spades. The point is I chose to be here. I wantedto stay, and that? Isn’t going to change, okay? No bargains, no threats,nothing. I’m not leaving–”

He stops himselfbefore saying I’m not leaving Dick and Jay because really, he isnot, repeat Not talking to Dami about his relationship. Poor kid mightbe traumatized for life, so nope, not happening.

(Their last littleconvo to the vibe of ‘harm my brother and I shall eviscerate you per one ofyour textbooks. I shall do it slowly and methodically. Your screams would nottrouble me’ turned into a pretty good discussion on the best possiblescenario in effectively ripping someone’s spine out. His argument against thelogistics of it had spurned Robin out of the killing mood).

The obvious relief inthe small crime fighter is right there in how his shoulders sag just slightly.

“So, you’re going tohave to put up with me saving your ass when you do stupid shit like take on anarmy of zombified Jokers without backup.”

“Then…I shall haveno other option but to deal with your meddling when necessary,” the youngerwaves off his concern, but a corner of his mouth is tilted up just enough tonotice.

**

It’s really nice ofDami to drop him off on his fire escape. Walking would have been fine, but whenyou can travel Air-Robin, well, why not?

He pushes his windowup and gingerly eases in, maneuvering the cane to steady his leg. Hands are onhim before his head is inside and he wacks himself a good one in surprise.

Dick is smiling gentlydown at him, still gripping his elbow to steady him.

“That sounded like ithurt,” is a failed attempt at a joke because the mirth doesn’t reach the darkblue of Dick’s eyes.

Oh. OH. Welp, that’swhere Dami got this nonsense from, is it?

His stern lecture isgoing to have to wait for at least one cup of half-way decent coffee because hereally need to wind it up so the message hits home.

Jay is already there,his chair pulled out from the kitchen table and the pot filled with somethingdarker than the night.

“Hi honey,” he tiredlycalls, “did my boys have a good time kicking the shit out of bad guys tonight?”

Making grabby hand athim, Dick is one of his hugging moods, and pretty much lifts him off hisfeet to nuzzle/carry him to the table where blessed coffee awaited. Fine.Lecture pending.

He gets a last goodnuzzle to the face before the smell of pizza hits and a plate appears in frontof him. Jason leans down to blow a breath across his jugular before his mouthpresses just enough to be a kiss, the usual effect takes his nerve endings up anotch or two before the tease pulls away.

The three of them eatin sluggish silence, the strain of their night jobs hitting a little close tohome. The call of a communal shower and their large, comfortable bed a siren’ssong to the over-worked, sleep-deprived do-gooders.

But Tim knows them bynow, knows what’s already running them further down.

Through the last yearof their relationship, they’d already been through the whole we’re puttingyou in danger just by being with you argument.

Yes, yes it possiblywas.

Yes, he is fullyaware.

Yes, he can make hisown choices fuck you very much.  Apparently, his no, not changing mymind is going to come out for a second time tonight.

“Robin picked me up onthe way home,” he starts out while the two of them are finishing up and lookingless likely to start up arguing before he’s made his point.

“Dami was still out?”

“What? Baby Bat ain’tget enough in that warehouse down on 23rd?”

Tim finishes off hiscoffee and finally sets his eyes on first Jason and then Dick. “Going to ask mewhat he wanted?”

Both crime fighters gostill, doing that eye slide thing they can still pull off with a domino andhelmet.

“Lay it on us,Timmers.”

“He pretty much askedwhat offer I was accepting for some mystery job half a continent away,”and now he’s glaring, eyes narrowing when Dick looks quickly away and Jasonsits back with a tense jaw jutting out.

“Which is absolutelyfucking ridiculous considering I like right where the hell I am.Where could he have heard such a thing, I wonder?”

Oh yeah, that’s Dick’sguilty expression.

“It’s fine if theywant to offer me a position, but the nice thing about it is that I can politelydecline, you know.”

“Top twenty facilitiesin the world, Timmy?” Dick’s voice is softer than he’d like, shakingly unsurefor a vigilante that literally risks his life every night to keep peoplehe doesn’t even know safe. “That’s not something to take…lightly.”

His mouth drops openwith an are you even kidding me?

“‘Sides,” Jayintejects without really looking at him, “ain’t like this is the fucking centero’ the world fer a fella like you, Sweets. Smart, sassy, moves like yerass is on fucking fire when someone’s on the line. Ya got moreguts than anyone outta the cape I ever met.”

“Gotham doesn’t haveto be the hill you die on,” Dick picks up, looking down into the sludge left atthe bottom of his coffee mug, “we would absolutely understand andsupport you if you even wanted to look into any of these places–”

“Even go ta seewhatcha might be lookin’ at,” Jay shrugs indifferently, “make sure ya’d findsomewhere safe ta build a nest.”

“The kind oftechnology they could offer you would be, like, ground-breaking stuff and…andGotham just can’t give you that, Tim.”

“No motherfuckersgonna break inta yer shit, I guaran-fucking-tee ya on that.”

“It’s not just beingin the ER or in surgery, it’s moving up to management or teaching or being afull-time researcher with grants and–and everything.”

“Make a safe routethere n’ back, you feel me? Me n’ Dickie’ll scope it out a few days, check the scene.”

“We would never wantto hold you back, baby. Not when the only thing Gotham has to offer you isexploding bridges and insane mad men that kidnap you and ninjas that are readyto attack at any second, and…and Timmy, you could never be safe, notreally, not here. Not even with us and B and Dami and everyone else,it’ll never be completely safe for you.”

“But fucking believeit, Timmers, we’ll make any place ya wanna lay yer head down as safe as wecan, yeah?”

“We…we love you, andwe want the best for you.”

“If leavin’ is what’sbest, Sweets, then we’ll make it fucking happen.”

It’s DIck’s voicecracking and Jay’s shiny, averted eyes that end it for him right then andthere.

He shoves himself upfrom the table abruptly, a jarring motion. The sound of the chair fallingbackwards a loud clatter against the softness of their voices. He keeps a handon the table top to walk around the damn thing and almost strangle Jason bylooping an arm around the base of his throat and pull the Red Hood into hischest. He holds out his other hand to Dick, glaring with the best of hisabilities.

It’s a tremulous thingwhen Dick rises tiredly out of his seat and takes that hand, lets Tim pull himover and secure the both of them to him.

“I’m going to say thisbecause it’s obvious the two of you are too tired to use your detective skillsfor anything more than superficial clues.”

Slowly, Jay’s face isin his stomach, arms wrapping around his waist while Dick secures his chest,the two of them almost holding him up.

“After all thefighting I’ve had to do to get here, to get this far, I’m not giving up jackshit. I run the gauntlet because that exactly where I want to be. I staywith my people because that’s my fucking team and no, I don’t wantor need another. I can watch Layla grow up into this kick ass little person andmake sure Steph has someone to Netflix and chill with while we kill a pint ofBen & Jerry’s. But what matters the most, what I can’t fucking give upis being here with the two of you in whatever capacity I can. Asyour boyfriend, as your surgeon, as the guy that is totally, you know, inlove with you. As someone that can share your lives like this. All of it isexactly what I want and what I get to choose. You two? Don’t get to tellme what’s best for me. I decide that. Got it?”

The quiet, still menattached to him give half-shuffling nods where they’re buried in him.

“I don’t want to hearanything else about leaving Gotham, like at all, okay? The answer is no.I’m not going anywhere to tour the facilities or listen to stupid speechesabout what they have to offer or how good the benefits package is. None of thatshit. They can’t offer me my ER, they can’t offer me time doing research in theBatCave, they can’t let me play around with alien DNA for a minute, and theycan’t give me you two. So? No. Case closed.”

Dick lets up justenough for him to tilt Jay’s head back and lean down to slide their lipstogether, giving the Red Hood a little something to seal the deal. Those eyesare bluer when he pulls back, making him smirk before he straightens up to giveDick the same treatment.

(Because they’re bothtall, he has to pull them down to effectively fuck his tongue in their mouths.Such a pain in the ass.)

When he pulls back,Dick gasps in a little, tightens his hold around Tim’s chest.

But the reliefpervades the air between them, giving him a reason to go a little more lax,just to feel them pretty much ready to hold him up completely.

“So the plan is,”he continues easily, one hand on the back of Jay’s neck to rub the tensionaway, and the other gripping Dick’s wrist tight enough to bruise tomorrow, “weget a nice, hot shower with plenty of scrubbing and maybe a little play time.Then, we climb in bed and pass the fuck out. You can fix your suits tomorrow,and we’ll all feel up to having dangerous acrobatic vigilante sex after about eight hours. If you’re both good,I’ll…I’ll wear that thing you got me for my birthday. Deal?”

He knows he’s alreadygot their acquiescence when both his boyfriends noticeably perk.

“That sounds like adeal to me,” Dick tries to be mock-grave, but he’s laughing in the back ofTim’s neck, running his nose over the knob of bone.

“Fucking righteous,Sweetheart. I been waiting ta see that.” Jay is grinning up at him with thatlook– all kinds of anticipation without any of the previous hesitation.

“Good. Peel yourselvesoff of me and lets get naked. For mostly clean purposes. Or not. Really, I’mpretty beyond compromised, so I’d probably like to make you both come at leastonce before I’m unconscious.”

“Sweet-talker,” Dickteases and steps to the side so he can be the first to lift their civilianboyfriend up in a princess hold that has become way too reminiscent in the pasttwo months.

“He’s just talkin’ my language, ‘at’s all, Baby Boy,” Jaystands to give him a fast n’ dirty before he gets their mugs to the sink andfills them with water to wash tomorrow. He hits the lights and follows his boysdown the hallway where slippery skin and things like I’m not giving upare waiting.

[buckybardot]

Mine

Jealous!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Requested: “About your prompt list, maybe 2 & 32? idk it seems like they'd go well together.”

2. “Understand that you’re mine, and only mine.” 32. “You fucking branded me, I have hickey’s everywhere.”

A/N: Here is the request, hope it’s not shit. I just gotta say I love Bucky Barnes to no end btw. 

Warnings: unedited work, implied smut, cursing, etc.

“All you need to do it walk over there and talk to her. Easiest thing in the world at this point,” Steve said to Bucky, encouraging him to walk over to you at the bar. Bucky shook his head, his irritation level rising. He loved Steve like a brother, but man did he feel like punching him in the face right now. 

“No,” He grunted simply. He didn’t have to give a reason not to.

Currently, Tony was throwing a small get together between the Team and a few SHEILD Agents. After lots of convincing from almost everyone, they managed to keep the number of people invited to a minimum, much to a reluctant Tony. Steve was also determined tonight to get Bucky to spend some one on one time with Y/N. 

Bucky may have denied it many, many times, but it was not hard to see that he had a special attachment to you. Steve had spotted the many lingering [and suggestive] stares between the both of you when the other wasn’t looking. The way that your cheeks would flush red and a sweet smile would take over your lips while talking to him, it wasn’t hard to see you reciprocated the feelings. 

“Ever since you both met, the tension between you has been insane. You do realize that besides Natasha and I, you're her best friend? Sure, she gets along well with everyone else, but she loves being close to you. Explain how in meeting with the team, you two are nearly always sitting together. No matter if your late or she’s late, you always are in a 10-foot radius of each other. Even your rooms are next door-”

Bucky slammed his glass down on the table closest, almost shattering it with his strength. “No, Steve. If you say I’m her best friend, then I’m going to stay that way. She’s already sauced, anyway. That’s her fourth Jack and Coke tonight.” He grumbled, glancing over at you. Steve turned to look at you as well, knowing that when you got drunk, you became extremely touchy and very brave. 

“Ha! You have been paying attention to her,” Steve exclaimed.

Just as he watched Bucky flare his nose and roll his eyes, a figurative lightbulb went off above his head. [He ignored the fact that he didn’t actually know if his plan would work, mostly cause Thor’s alcohol had him a little buzzed]. If he couldn’t convince Bucky to go over to Y/N on his own, he’d just have to piss him off enough to do something about it. 

“Okay, fine. If you're not going to make a pass, I will.” And with that, Steve turned around and headed straight for you. 

---

“But theoretically, if you duct taped the Hammer onto an Iron Man suit...” You slurred, talking between Natasha and Thor. 

“It’s still going to fly, right?” Nat laughed at your thought process, still in her right mind. Thor shook his head playfully. “I refuse to let you strap down Mjolnir to the Man of Iron. Not that I don’t trust him, but I don’t trust him.” 

That’s when you heard a voice clear their voice behind you, cause you to turn. Your eyes met the tidal pools people called Steve Roger’s eyes, and you immediately went in for a side-hug. “Finally, Mr. America makes his appearance tonight,” You announced. Behind you, you heard Natasha mumble something to Thor, and their footsteps pad away to leave you with Steve.

Unknowingly to you, Bucky was watching your every move from across the room. His shoulders had tensed up instantly when you gently hugged Steve, knowing perfectly well drunk-you happened to be very lovey-dovey. 

“You look ravishing tonight, Y/N,” Steve commented, looking you up and down, truthfully meaning what he said. That deep red bodycon dress Natasha had made you wear was rather pleasing to the eyes. 

“Why thank you, Stevie. You don’t look that bad yourself,” You winked. Steve was definitely attractive, more so than normal in a tight dark button down. Just as you were about to run your fingers over Steve’s massive bicep, you mind flittered to another super soldier hunk you knew. 

Your intoxicated mind quickly flashed memories of Bucky Barnes’s muscles rippling under his skin, and the sweet dipping down his shoulders during training. Oh, how did you love watching him train shirtless. Then usually after training, you’d go get food with him at the dinner a couple blocks away, share an expensive milkshake and talk shit about people together. Man, did you love making Bucky laugh...

“Y/N...Y/N? Where’d you go?” Steve asked, softly gripping your forearms with both hands. God, does that feel good. “Sorry, I zoned out for a second,” You said, shaking your head lightly and brushing your fingertips over his arms to bring you back. Steve smiled sweetly at you as you continued talking, remaining at a constant touch.

A couple feet away, Bucky was one action from Steve away from snapping the table in half with his fist. No one and he meant no one, was allowed to touch you like that except him. He knew what Steve was doing, and he couldn’t hide the slightest that it was working. Bucky’s stomach was all knotted up in anger and jealousy. He was the one that wanted to touch you lovingly, he was the one that desired most to kiss those gorgeous lips of yours. He was the one that wanted to throw you over his shoulder and take you to his room, he was the one that wanted to rip that dress to shreds and devour you. 

Not Steve. 

Just as he made you laugh your beautiful laugh, the one where you threw your head back and happy tears welled in your eyes, Bucky blew his fuse. 

This was going to end right here, right now.

In the corner of your eye, you saw a figure come into view and catch your attention. Bucky, with the angriest look you have ever seen in your life, was heading right towards you and Steve. “Hey, Buck-” You started, before he stepped [in almost a protective stance] in front of you, back blocking your vision. Not that you minded staring at his toned back underneath his shirt.

“Steve, I’m warning you,” Bucky spoke, his voice an octave lower. You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up, relishing in the sound of angry Bucky. “What ever do you mean, Bucky? I was just standing here having a nice conversation with Y/N,”

“Last chance, Rogers,” He growled again. Everything in your brain knew that whatever was happening was about to get serious, and this time it wasn’t just a male testosterone fight. 

“Wait a second, guys. What the hell is going on?” You said, stepping out and between them. Putting a hand on Bucky’s broad chest to make sure he wasn’t about to beat Steve into a pulp, you craned your neck to look at Steve. Bucky turned his gaze towards the side of your face, and he lost all self-control when he saw the hair brushed away from your neck, your skin begging him to place his lips on your sweet spot. 

In a swift motion, Bucky bent down and lifted you over his shoulder like it was nothing. “Whoa, Bucky what are you doing?” You giggled. He only grunted in response and started carrying you away and into the elevator of the penthouse. Steve smiled as he watched you wave at him, knowing he had finally and successfully gotten Buck to a point of no return.

---

As Bucky got to the elevator and pressed a button he set you down, letting you adjust your dress. “Man, I’ll tell you what I’ve been waiting for you to do that for a while-”

Before you could finish your sentence and even blink, Bucky’s lips slammed into yours. It suddenly felt like time turned to slow-motion as he threaded his hands into yours and pinned you to the wall, biting gently on your lower lip. You moaned into the kiss, tugging on his top lip as his tongue found yours. Oh, how long you have waited to shove your tongue down his throat [not that you wanted to ruin the moment]. But it was all over when Bucky pulled away, backing up as if he realized what he just did. You were so out of breath you couldn’t get out a word, added to the excitement of what just happened. 

“Y/N, I-I’m sorry...I didn’t m-mean to do that without asking-” His voice was hoarse from the kiss, driving you mad. “Don’t you ever, ever, apologize for that again,” you said, your eyes blown dark with lust. Just as Bucky was about to speak again, you jumped on him and kissed him again, hot and open-mouthed. Thank god for his reflexes or he might not have been able to catch you in time. As the elevator dinged, you two never parted as you pulled his hair just enough to elicit a groan from his throat. He carried you to his room, swiftly opening the door and dropping you over the bed, parting momentarily to breathe again. Pulling off his shirt and moving to hover over you, his steel dark eyes bored into yours. 

“Understand that you’re mine, and only mine.” He said, face mear centimeters from yours.

“Prove it, Seargent.” You tested, loving the nickname on your tongue. He cocked his eyebrow just before he started something with you that wouldn’t end until the early morning hours, and let's just say the whole tower had heard it.

As your eyes sensed the sunlight filtering in through the window, you growled and rolled over. Your head felt like a freight train ran over it and that sunlight wasn’t helping. You may or may not be hungover from the night before. 

“Bucky...” You mumbled, shifting your hand around the bed with your eyes tightly shut, looking for a part of him. “Bucky?” You repeated, opening your eyes this time. Looking around the bed, you were met with only sheets and pillows. You were about to be disappointed had completely abandoned you in his room, but as soon as you heard the shower running in his bathroom you let out a relieved sigh. Maybe I should join him for round two, you thought. But before you could, you thought it would be better to let him be and go get coffee for you two and bring it back here. 

As you unraveled your sheets and stood up, your knees almost buckled beneath you and you felt extremely sore in a certain area. “Holy shit,” You thought to yourself, remembering last night. You tried to walk normally as best you can without wincing, sliding Bucky’s plain white tee and a pair of his shorts on before heading downstairs.

Once you reached the kitchen, you saw Sam, Nat, and Tony at the counter, eating various foods and drinking coffee. 

“Morning,” You greeted, making your way to the coffee pot. 

As they all greeted back, you suddenly heard Natasha choke on her drink and Sam starts laughing. Tony stayed oddly quiet. Turning around as you poured the dark liquid into mugs, you eyed Nat suspiciously. She couldn’t keep a straight face and Sam couldn’t breathe. Tony was smirking into his cup. “Had a fun time with Tinman last night?” He asked, looking up at you. You rolled your eyes, “It was the clothes that gave it away, wasn’t it?”

Sam had another spout of laughter while only Natasha answered back. “Not quite, honey. You have a little something on your neck.” Your nostrils flared as finally, Tony started laughing, immediately you turned to look at the glass walls reflection. 

You head several, very big, reddish purple bruises around your neck. One just below your jaw, another mid-throat, several around the side, and a rather large one that disappeared below the collar. You gasped, covering the tender skin. “That son of a bitch!” You picked up the two coffee mugs and headed out, swearing that you’d kick their asses later.

“BUCKY!” You yelled in a playfully-angry tone. He had just gotten out of the shower, towel still wrapped around his waist and hair still dripping wet. God did his chest looks gorgeous in the wet morning light. He turned to you smiling genuinely, right before his eyes caught the blotches on your neck too. He sucked in his bottom lip, covering up a mischevious smile. 

“Yeah, you jerk! Look what you did!” You said, turning into the bathroom, Bucky following you. You looked in the mirror more thoroughly, rather surprised at how big and efficiently he made the bruises. “You fucking branded me. I have hickeys everywhere!” You pulled up your shirt up slightly to show your stomach, where you found several more, and one on your inner thigh. Bucky couldn’t contain it any more a lightly chuckled, coming behind you wrapping his arms around your waist and stomach. You had to admit the cool chrome felt fantastic against your warm skin. “I’m gonna be honest, Babydoll, it was worth it. Now I get the satisfaction that everyone will know you're mine,” He mumbled into your skin as he open-mouthed kissed the back of your neck. 

“You're lucky I love you. I still might kick your ass, though.”

“I’d like to see you try, love.”

[thewollfgang]

Please please do number 6 for me, maybe something angsty? I loved all your previous promts from the last list btw

aw, thank you so much! these prompt things are always a lot of fun! quite a few requests for angst this go round, ya’ll okay fandom? 

6. “I can’t breathe”

“Lie to me, Lucifer. Tell me it’s not true. Tell me you didn’t do these things.” Chloe says, voice trembling. The evidence is spread out before her, an unmarked grave, a missing dagger.

He looks at her, wretched and helpless. “I can’t do that, Chloe. You know I can’t.”

“I can’t breathe.” Chloe says suddenly, pressing her hand to her chest. 

“Detective?” Lucifer takes a step closer and she stumbles backwards, away from him. He halts and does not move any nearer. 

She backs herself into the corner and slides down to the floor. This is better, no one can sneak up on her this way. 

Chloe can’t seem to get enough oxygen in her lungs, panic icy in her veins. If Marcus was right, Lucifer had done terrible things for her, killed his own brother for her. What wouldn’t he do? Was there anything off limits for the devil?

“Detective, I believe you’re having a panic attack.” Lucifer says and crouches, making himself smaller. “You’re not in any danger, I promise. I would never do anything to harm you, and I never lie. So you know I speak the truth when I say it should pass momentarily.”

Chloe stares at him blankly.

He looks momentarily unsure. “Can you hear me?”

She nods. 

“Alright,” he looks relieved. “Just focus on that, okay? Focus on my voice. I want you to breathe in, okay? Nice and slow, just like that. Very good.” he praises and even in the recesses of anxiety, that voice does something to her. 

She sucks in air under his command and releases it just as slowly, doing it enough times until the panic fades and she’s left there feeling a little embarrassed.

“Alright?” he asks and she nods, still curled up in a ball. He relaxes. “I - I would like to explain myself to you, if you are willing to permit me?” and he looks so earnest, crouched down on the floor, brown eyes imploring.

“Okay.” Chloe agrees. “Help me up?” and he looks so ridiculously grateful to be allowed to touch her, aid her to her feet. He leads her to the table and pours her a glass of water. She sips at it. “Start from the beginning.” she requests.

“In the beginning,” he says and takes a measured breath. “There was nothing but darkness.”