#And I've got an awful leg injury so I can't really . Do that.

[fated-normal-767]

on the bus experiencing moral dilemmas

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 28: Time-out

Oh?? Could it be?? Once last round in the fever dream?? It IS!! But how intriguing that content warning is, huh, well, enjoy!

Word count: 1029

Content warning: a good bit of suggestive themes, small mentions of blood, small mentions of injury

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You'd gotten cocky, as of late. More specifically, you'd gotten really tired of the Attendant berating you for every little thing you do while participating in his arts and crafts projects. Honestly, they weren't even that fun and after having him tear apart every single piece of art you've made-literally and figuratively-you'd decided that enough was enough.

It started out small, little refusals on your part. He wants you to draw a giraffe? You made an elephant. Wants you to make another paper pal with red paint instead of blue? You'd just paint over your mistakes. And if it turned out purple instead? Not your problem. 

These things irritated him, yes, but did little more than that. So, you upped the ante. 

You started just making your own drawings, your own paper pal designs. Knocking things over, tossing them, all the fun stuff. This, this really got to him. A lot. You could tell, despite his best efforts to hide it. 

But still, it wasn't enough, you had to push further, just to see what it would take. See what it would be that fully made him snap. 

You found it, when you made the choice to outright say to him you found this whole thing to be a waste of your time.

Sure, could you not remember currently what wasn't a waste of your time? No. And honestly, it's kind of terrifying. But it didn't matter, you'd gotten what you wanted. 

"That's it!" Sun says, spinning to face you, "I've had enough!"

Just in time, you launch a couple of crayons in his direction, they made a clinking noise as they hit his chassis. 

You pout, "Aw, bummer! And I was just starting to have some real fun."

He stares at you, faceplate clicking to one side. Then, he marches closer and bends down, coming eye to eye with you.

You simper up at him, resting your chin in your hand, "That little trick doesn't work anymore, bud."

"Would you like for it to?"

You pause, only slightly, and smirk, "I almost want to say yes, truthfully."

Another click or two. His eyes narrow. Were they supposed to be able to do that?

"I'm putting you in Time-out." 

"Oh, I'm so scared-hey! What do you think you're doing!?" You scramble as he suddenly picks you up by your armpits and pulls you out of your seat and over the desk.

He spins around, marching away with you, "I meant what I said. If you can't behave, you can learn to. Or else."

"You can't just toss me around like this-I'm an adult!" You kick your legs, flailing in his grip.

He leans in quickly, voice low, "Watch me."

You pause your movements. Then, nostrils flaring, you fight harder to get him to put you down. It doesn't work. What's that feeling of pain shooting up your side though? Like you've damaged it severely in some way.

Instead, Sun shifts his hold on you, and in doing so his hand briefly brushes against your chest, causing you squeak. 

That, gets his attention. 

He halts, glaring down at you as he tilts his head to one side.

He repeats the motion, and you bite your lip to suppress the sound.

"Could you not? That, tickles," You mutter.

Sun sets your down on your feet and you wobble slightly, only to jump back as he bends down to your height, rays spinning. 

He pokes your arm, then your cheek, and then thinks to trail his finger down your neck, causing you to whimper before you grab his hand and shoot him a glare. 

"I said, that's sensitive."

He hums, still examining you, "I noticed." 

"Okay how would you feel if someone just," You reach your hand up and behind his faceplate, fingers tracing down his neck as you watch him freeze, "Did that to you, huh?"

You go to pull away but his hand stops you, circling your wrist and keeping it firmly in its place. 

"I would feel, strange," He guides your hand further up, into the wires at the back of his head, "But not unpleasant."

You feel your face heat up, and look away, not expecting that answer, "Yeah. I guess so."

He moves slightly forward then, just a little more into your space. How is there such a sadness and a longing in his eyes behind that distain and curiosity?

"I'm going to do something. Don't move."

Not sure what to expect, you don't.

Sun pressing his faceplate to your lips was definitely not on the list of possible results from his wording.

And yet, here you are, now being kissed, quiet aggressively, by the bot that's been the bane of your existence for hours? weeks? days? years? seconds? some time now.

For reasons you can't explain, you find yourself kissing back, hand wrapping into his wires, pressing your lips harder into his. 

You have to pull back to catch your breath. Your chest is heaving. Actually, why is your breathing so labored? Why do you feel ready to pass out at any moment? Why do you feel so wrong and so right?

You stare up at Sun, his visage flashes, becoming cooler, faded, gaze worried and concerned. His hand rests on your cheek, stroking it softly. He's saying something, something muffled, apologetic. You feel like you're dying-

You blink and with another flash it's more familiar again, annoyed, but, yearning.

"What happened to time-out?" You chide, using your free hand to wipe across your lips.

He scoffs, tender hold on your cheek faltering, "What makes you think this doesn't count?"

You hesitate, that pain in your side intensifying for a moment as your vision turns staticky, but suddenly it dulls, and you're back in the Daycare. Back in the simulation. Back under control.

"Fair enough," You kiss him again, "Do I get to know how long I'm in trouble for?"

Sun pulls you closer to him, rays spinning once, "Once I think you've learned your lesson, how's that?"

You'd gotten what you wanted. 

Just not what you were expecting.

"Sure, alright."

Maybe you'll be lucky and the bloodloss will end you slower than you thought.

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Damn y'all can't catch a break huh? I give you fun stuff and all of the sudden you're in a sea of angst. Anywho, find my other promptobers here, and the Spookvember schedule here. Thanks for reading!

[tubbypeddle]

Prosciutto x nurse!fem!reader (sfw, nsfw)

headcanons are like,,so fun. I'll actually be at work writing these bc i love doing them 🤧

(also, very loosely based off of the matchup trade i did with endless lady (and by very loosely i mean not that loosely))

(authors note: i have not been to a doctors office in literal years, and the last time i spoke to any sort of nurse was when a hospice nurse came to help my grandmother pass, so i apologize for any inaccuracies)

(sfw)

-you met him when he was admitted to your hospital for a head injury. The grown boy accompanying him (Pesci) was wailing and generally causing a big scene out of worry, and he was just coherent enough to watch with awe as you managed to calm Pesci down enough that he could sit in the waiting room without him

-After that, when you came to his side to tend to his equipment, he mustered up the courage to ask you

-"You helped my overgrown manbaby brother...why?"

-You'd laugh and say "He definitely wasn't the worst patient I've ever had. Besides, he's only worried about you, it must be scary to see your big brother hooked up to all these intimidating machines."

-which, yknow...is understandable

-After he's been released from the hospital, he puts in a request to Risotto to have you as the squad's personal medic

-youd be paid handsomely, of course, with whatever the Boss decided you were worth. But Prosciutto knew your worth.

-if you're accepted to work for La Squadra, congratulations! You've got an arrogant man constantly in your infirmary!

-Even if the Boss denies Prosciutto's request, he'd still find his way to your hospital.

-Prosciutto's not even injured most of the time, he just wants to see you.

-his form of courting you is...weird. He critiques tiny things about you; how you've organized your equipment, how you've organized your files (how did he even get into those? those are confidential-), how you talk to your patients

-Honestly, at first, you actually don't even notice that he's romantically interested in you. he just seems so rude and mean and critical

-really though, he's just tryna keep you "up to his standards"

-he's got a bit of an ego, he believes that when he wants someone by his side, he wants them to be as presentable as he is, or even more than he is. (which is the case with you, he already thinks you're pretty perfect, but it's a habit he can't break)

-it really takes a long time before you notice he wants to date you

-when you finally do notice though, you're a little endeared by his odd habits. you learn to brush off his nitpicking, learn about his friends turned family.

-when he introduces you to them, his family, formaggio in particular is shocked. like, what? Prosciutto?? found this super hot nurse chick?? AND managed to impress her enough that she'd date his hot mess ass? like....why?

(nsfw below the cut)

(nsfw)

-he tends to switch between wanting something slow and sensual, real love-making, or something raw and fast and mean, depending on his mood.

-when he's feeling something slower, he'll bed you right, believe it

-candle lit dinner in his apartment, flowers, rose petals on the bed, the whole fucking show

-when he's feeling rough, though...pray for your legs and yo pussy, gurl, bc he's mean.

-he don't care where you two are, he'll fuck you in a bathroom stall, a greenhouse, his fucking car, even in your own fucking nurse's office. he does not care. he's taking you wherever he can

-BOOBS

-he loves BOOBS

-he's giving you specific outfits with very pretty boob windows just so he can stare at you in them. and then fuck you in the cafe restroom, because he just cannot help himself.

-and oral

-this man has an oral fixation, and he wants his mouth on you ALWAYS. giving you nASTY head, or sucking on your tits, or leaving so many hickeys on you that you need to wear concealer even WITH your scrubs.

-biter

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Pairing: Kingpin Matt Murderdock x female reader

Tags/warnings: Earth-65 MM, Established relationship work fun, Matt is bad but hes cute with it, consensual non-consent, cunnilingus, possibly unprotected penetrative sex, a mention of future kids, possibly a future sexy revenge sequel?

|| Working Lunch ||

You realised that work today was going to be very different when the receptionist, bearing a very flushed face, came up to your desk to tell you that there was a very handsome man asking for you at reception. You knew it could only be one person, someone who would flirt shamelessly with anyone he pleased to, even though he was always entirely faithful to just one...

"Matt..?" You're more than slightly surprised at his presence in your workplace. Sometimes you let him send a car for you at his insistence when the weather was awful, but he would never normally come in to the building.

"...what are y-"

The Kingpin sweeps past the receptionist, his face suddenly stony as he approaches you and quickly guides you into the currently empty office of your boss.

"I'm so sorry my dear, it's something very urgent, I didn't call I simply had to see you in person as it really couldn't wait." Matt proclaims loudly as he swings the door closed behind you, hardly giving you a moment to think as he puts the fancy bag he's carrying down on the desk before lifting you up to sit next to it.

"Is that- did you bring lunch?!" You ask, eyeing the bag which bears the name of an extremely upmarket patisserie from downtown.

"What's going on?" You search his face for answers as he cups yours in his warm hands. "Matt, what are you doing here, what's so urgent?! Are you alright?"

Matt's brows knit together as his thumbs gently brush over your cheeks.

"No I'm not my love, I'm in agony-"

You frown, hurriedly looking Matt over, your eyes and hands searching for any signs of injury that you know he can hide so well.

"Matt please, tell me what's wrong!"

"I'm burning up, babycakes," he replies, leaning into your touch as you lay your palm over his forehead to check his temperature, his auburn locks curling over your fingers.

"You don't feel much warmer than usual..."

Matt takes your wrist, dramatically smashing it against his chest.

"No, here!" he wails, sliding your palm slowly down his body towards his stomach, and lower still...

"...and here, most of all. God, please, tell me you can feel it, sweetheart, feel just how much I've been suffering." He purrs low against your ear as he cups your hand over the firm bulge at his crotch giving it a squeeze.

"Matt!"

"And it's not lunch in the bag, it's dessert. You are lunch sweetpea... and I'm dying of hunger. I need you. Now."

Your eyes widen at his wicked grin as his nimble fingers are already fast unbuttoning your shirt, your brain frantically struggling to catch up with what the hell is going on.

"Matt! What are you doing?! No! And definitely not here! This is my boss's office!" You try to bat his hands away but once he's got his mind set on something, especially if it's you, most times there's no stopping him.

"You can't just show up here whenever you want to f-"

Matt's hand slips through your half open shirt, his thumb running circles over your hardening nipple as he cups your breast, the other skimming up your thigh and squeezing. "Hm, can't I? And why not?"

"Because- well, just... because!!" You fluster ineffectually, fully aware that your boyfriend's sneaky hands were quickly and expertly caressing you into a state of increasing horniness, regardless of your current semi-public location.

Matt chuckles, leaning in and lowering his voice to a husky whisper as he kisses the side of your neck, encouraging you to briefly stand up so he can ruck your skirt up to your hips, curl his fingers around the silky material of your panties and draw them down your legs, and now its too late, there's nothing you can do to stop him. Some would say its the Devil in him, but you knew it was just Matt - sassy, selfish, and insatiable to the point of near insanity. And you loved him for it.

"Oh. Because... it's naughty?" He teases, and you jerk your head in a nod, your breath hitching as his fingertips dance their way up your inner thigh.

"Matthew, please-"

He laughs again, this time more deeply, drawing light circles over your trembling skin. "Oh, 'Matthew' is it? Come on sweetheart, you only use my full name when I'm in trouble. You know I'm such a very bad boy. Say it."

He makes your heart pound like a jackhammer, every part of you warming up at his touch, his words. "I need you, my sweet, sweet dove" he repeats, your mouth dropping open as his fingers trail up, up, up, slipping so easily between the already slick wet folds of your cunt.

"Oh fuck-"

"Say it for me baby," Matt asks you again, sensing your eyes flutter shut while he gathers your arousal, gliding slippery fingertips over the swelling bud of your clit.

You shudder and bite back a moan causing Matt to shake his head disappointedly. Your hands grip the edge of the desk behind you, the whites of your knuckles flashing bright against the rest of your skin as he draws lazy circles. You almost squeal when he starts to tease your entrance with just the tip of his finger.

"Pretty please?" He mock whines against your ear, the soft brush of his lips driving you even more crazy than anything else he's doing.

"Y-youre a b-bad boy, Matty, " you falter and fumble for the right words and he hums approvingly, pushing in another inch and you're unable to fully stifle your moan this time.

"Yesss, there's my good girl."

"Ohh! We s-shouldnt be d-doing this!" You stammer, although your body is intent on betraying you, legs spreading wider inviting him further in.

"Because its just the worst, isn't it baby?" His tongue swipes over his annoyingly kissable lips as you watch his hand moving underneath your work clothes, trying your best to keep quiet as he takes you apart piece by pleasurable piece. Your first orgasm has you clenching around three of his hard pistoning fingers, whimpering as he barely lets you take a breath before he's sinking down to the floor and attacking you with his silver tongue.

It's overwhelming, and so dangerous, you could get fired but... it wouldn't matter.

You could say the word, ask him to stop at any point and he'd obey, no question. But when the Kingpin, the Western Sun of the Hand, your Matt, is kneeling between your legs in that immaculate scarlet suit he's wearing, worshipping you like this? There's no way.

Matt moans deeply as he fully commits to devouring your pussy, the vibrations sending tingling little shocks up your spine.

"S-shit, Matty please!" You gasp as quietly as you can given the situation, your fingers raking through his hair as his wild tongue works you quickly to yet another soaring peak. He only pulls away for a second to mumble something about talking with his mouth full before his lips are locked around your throbbing clit and sending your eyes rolling back into your skull as you come hard with a silent scream, squeezing his head between your thighs and bucking your hips erratically against his sinfully good mouth.

Once you stop shaking, he leans back to let you recover, wiping the back of his hand across his shining lips with a satisfied smile. "Mm, now that was the most delicious appetiser, but it's time for the main course..."

In your post-orgasmic lustfilled haze you couldn't agree more, your body yearning for the unparallelled sensation of him inside of you.

"So good for me kitten," Matt growls as you unbutton and unzip his pants, taking his impressively hard cock in your hand and stroking him a few times before you're rubbing the tip against your needy clit. You embrace him as he pushes in slow, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs on either side of his hips before he draws back, your warm slick walls desperately clenching to pull him back in again.

"Fuck, you're perfect." Matt coos through gritted teeth, his cock twitching as you grab and handfull of his ass to urge him deeper.

"W-we have to be quick!" You warn as he starts fucking you over the desk, the various knickknacks on it shaking with every thrust.

"Sweetness, you don't have to worry about that..." he assures you, his voice thin and slightly strained.

"Matt, my boss might come any minute now!" You urge, his thrusts getting faster and shallower.

"That's okay sweetie, so will I! Think fast baby, where-?"

He acts as if you have any other choice than to feel his come sliding down your thighs for the rest of the afternoon. You squeeze your legs tightly around his waist. "Oh god- inside!"

"Yess" He hisses at your request, fucking you so good your third orgasm is fast approaching.

As you draw close you muse, letting your head loll back. "One of these days, Matthew Murdock, you're gonna get me pregnant..."

He grips hold of your hips, fingers pressing hard into your skin, curling into your body chanting your name over and cursing against your glowing skin as he fills you along with a moan so loud that if your coworkers hadn't already worked out what you were doing, there would be no doubt now.

"God... damn... fuuuuuuuckkkk!"

You finish along with him, unable to stop the smile from cracking your face and a laugh escaping as Matt clings to you, red tinted spectacles skewed and panting hard after a such an intense climax.

"You know how hot it is when you say things like that, sweetheart?" He asks, once he gathers his breath and senses again.

Of course you knew. You knew just how much he'd love to build a little empire of Murdocks, and perhaps sometime in the future you just might.

"Mm I could take a guess?"

He gingerly pulls out, grabbing a handful of tissues from the handy box on your boss's desk to hastily clean you both up and help you rearrange your clothes, but not before trying to kiss every available bare inch of skin as he does so.

"Well, I feel much better, don't you, kitten? A worthy use of a lunch break I'd say."

"Matty, you're incorrigible... you weren't 'in pain' you're just a pain in my ass."

He flashes that smile he does when he knows you'll forgive him.

"You love my ass. Did you mean what you said before?"

You reach forward to straighten his tie, running it through your fingers as he places a hand just below your navel to ensure you get what he's referring to.

"Well, that all depends on if you can be good... I'd prefer if any kid of ours grows up without too many bad influences..."

Matt expression rapidly morphs into one of faux shock. "But I'm a great influence!" He licks the remaining taste of you from his lips with a smirk. "Tell me I'm wrong."

You snort and push away from the desk.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot. Check out the bag, buttercup."

You pick up the paper bag to look inside, taking out one of the small boxes and peeking inside. The delicious smell of fresh sweet pastry filling your nose.

"Are they still your favourite?" Matt asks tentatively, cocking a sharp brow.

"They are!" You smile, taking one out and holding it in front of his mouth for him to take a bite before you do. The fact that he took the time to bring you your favourite treats fills you with a different kind of warmth, but you also can't let him get away with what he's done.

"So, you think you can buy your way out of this mess you've made with cake, Mr Murdock?"

Matt snaps his teeth together cheekily to take another bite, licking the cream from his lips along with the lingering taste of you.

"Actually, I was hoping you'd want to punish me when you get home."

"Oh now, that is a very tempting proposition..." Matt's eyes flutter closed as you run your fingers through his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp.

To turn the tables on the Kingpin, and have him whimpering and pleading for mercy in your bedroom, that was a gift you were definitely looking forward to indeed.

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Hello fellow writer, I was wondering if you could prompt 9. on the random dialogue with MJF. No pressure. Hope your doing well, Love you♥

Love you too, bestie <3 So have some good ol' angst.

Summary: The reader is Wardlow's younger sister who can't seem to stay away from Max. Despite his jaded history with her brother. And Max can't seem to bring himself to hate the reader the way he knows he should.

"Why'd you even come if all you're going to do is complain?" Wardlow narrows his eyes down at you as you walk through the parking lot with him.

"It's not my fault that I messed up my knee." You frown. "And what do you expect me to do? Sit at the hotel alone and waste away?" You add dramatically.

Wardlow huffs and rolls his eyes at you. You hobble after him, your knee brace impairing your movement slightly. The two of you make it into the building and you head for the women's locker room to catch up with some friends while Wardlow heads for the Undisputed Kingdom locker room.

You are making your way to down to visit Skye and Julia before they're in action later when you happen to run into Max hanging around backstage despite his own leg injury.

"Max, hey." You offer the former champion a small wave.

"YN?" Max looks up from his phone with a surprised expression. "I thought you were out on injury after that ladder match with Red Velvet?" He asks you.

You nod and point to the brace on your knee. "I am. But since I am unfortunately associated with my brother's new group with Adam I've got to travel for promos and shows." Yo explain. "Hey, I'm sorry about all that by the way." You add.

Max narrows his eyes at you, skeptical of your sympathetic smile. Anyone associated with Undisputed Kingdom can't be trusted in his eyes. Not even Wardlow's cheerful sister.

"Yeah, whatever." Max grumbles out a reply and turns away from you.

"Again, sorry." You cough and take the hint. "Take care, Max." You add before you continue on your journey to find Julia and Skye.

Max turns back around when he hears you walk off. He watches you hobble off down the hall and a small part of him feels guilty for snapping at you like that. You've always been nothing but polite when it comes to Max. Even after he stabbed Wardlow in the back, you somehow remained civil with him. And it drives Max nuts. Why can't you be angry with him? Why don't you seem to hate him like everyone else does?

You make it to the women's locker room and find Julia and Skye hanging around. Both girls greet you with hugs and you sit and chat with them.

"So, how are you and Dante?" You ask Skye. "And you and Lee, Julia?" You ask her as well.

"We're good right now." Skye smiles to herself.

Julia matches Skye's smile and nods. "Yeah, us too." She agrees.

"Right. Good." You offer them both a smile. "And I'm stuck being single and injured." You joke. "Yay me!"

"Awe, sorry, YN." Skye frowns and hugs you.

You hug Skye and shrug it off, reminding her that you were just joking. Julia lists off a new names of single guys on the roster that you might be into. But none of them seem to catch your attention.

"Maybe she should try and get with Max." Skye jokes with a snort.

"Yeah right!" Julia laughs with her. "YN hates Max. Right, YN?" She looks to you for an answer.

You bite the inside of your cheek when Julia and Skye both look at you. "Well...I don't know about hate." You admit sheepishly. "I used to kind of have a crush on him back when Wardlow was first hanging out with him." You explain.

"Yeah, but that was forever ago." Julia replies. "Really, YN? After all the crap he pulled with your brother?" She asks you. "And you don't hate the guys guts?"

"I don't know." You shrug. "I guess I don't. Yeah, I'd like too hate him I guess. But I just don't think it's worth the effort. Not that it matters anyway." You add. "Pretty sure that Max hates my guts so." You shrug.

Julia and Skye both nod and the subject changes to something else. You catch up with the girls for a while before you decide to head out and catch up with your brother. Even if that means putting yourself in the crosshairs of Matt Taven and his ridiculous attempts to hit on you.

You make your way through the backstage area and run into Jay White and the Gunn brothers. Jay doesn't pay much attention to you. But the Gunn brothers immediately lock onto you as easy prey and saunter over.

"YN! What's going on pretty lady?" Austin steps up to the plate first and takes a swing at you. "Where are you headed looking that pretty all alone?" He asks you.

"To find my brother." You reply dryly. "You know, my brother? Wardlow?" You remind him of your relation. "Tosses losers like you around in the ring for a living?"

Austin scoffs and it's Colten's turn to take a swing. "Awe, come on, YN. You don't have to be like that." He grins at you.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Normally you'd have your brother here to start tossing bodies around. But this time around not only is Wardlow not here to play protective older brother, but you're playing with one good leg.

"Come on guys, I'm really not in the mood." You plead with the brothers to just leave you alone. But you should know better.

"Why don't you come hang with us for a while, baby?" Austin suggests. "We could use some arm candy for the night. Right, Jay?" He turns to Jay watching this whole spectacle from a few feet away.

Jay grins and shrugs. "Well, she is pretty to look at, ain't she?" He chuckles.

You find yourself trapped and without many options for escape when suddenly someone comes up from behind Austin and shoves him hard into Colten. You take a step back and watch Max of all people shove the brothers to the floor and start kicking, despite his known leg injury.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Max stops his assault for a second to look up at you. "Get out of here!" He shoos you away.

You nod and take off to find Wardlow. You find your brother in the Undisputed Kingdom locker room and explain the situation with the Gunn kids and Jay. Furious, Wardlow rallies the troops and takes off to find the idiots. You intentionally leave out the part with Max coming to your rescue and head off to find him.

"Max? Hey, can we talk?" You find Max a few minutes later loitering around backstage again.

"YN? What are you doing back here again?" Max stares at you.

You flinch at Max's harsh words but you know that you've got to thank him. It's the right thing to do, after all. Even if he doesn't want to hear it.

"Look, I know that you don't want anything to do with me." You sigh. "But I don't care. I had to say thank you for helping with the Gunn kids, okay?" You explain. "You know? Everyone here loves to think of you as some evil person that only cares about himself, right? And yeah, you might have one hell of a damn ego, Max. But you aren't evil. I know that. And deep down, you know it as well."

Max's eyes widen at your outburst. He stares at you in silence as you fire off a long-winded speech about how somehow, you don't hate him.

"And yeah, I know that you probably hate me. You've got every right to do so. But I don't hate you, okay? I should. And maybe a part of me wants to. But I don't." You finish up your speech and go to hobble off back to the locker room.

You take about two steps away from Max before he grabs your arm and whirls you back around to face him. "Fuck, YN." Max holds both your arms. "I hate how impossible you make it to hate you." He confesses. "I don't hate you either, you know?" He takes a chance and pulls you into him for a hug. "And you're welcome for Gunn's kids by the way. Even though I'm sure Wardlow is doing a much better job at kicking their ass's right now."

You hug Max back tightly and nod. Once you've felt like the hug has lasted long enough you let go and take a step back. "You know, in another scenario we would have made a good couple." You joke. "But I guess it's too late for us now, huh?" You ask him.

"Awe, don't count me out yet, sweetheart." Max grins and lifts your chin playfully with a finger. "I've been known for making decisions that get my ass beat all my life."

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Amelia Shepherd - God complex

originally posted on my wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Pairing: Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader

Fluff

Word count: 1.3k 

!!not proofread!! 

also don't question the timeline of this it's all over the place w the characters in the actual series

(reader is head of cardio at grey sloan)

Summary: Teddy returns to the hospital and get an update from Bailey and Meredith about how things work and finds out reader and Amelia are dating.

Meredith POV:

"Okay so, you need updating in anything else, because that's all the new staff and equipment we have since you were last here?" Bailey, me and Teddy were all sitting round meeting table going over all the things Teddy needs to know before going back into the hospital since it had been quite a few years.

"Okay so Derek has a sister, who's also your sister and then you found out you had another sister from your mom and the chief is her dad..?" 

"Yes, basically. Was that the only thing you actually remembered?"

"No, of course not I got the whole thing but that part just really stuck out to me." 

"It stuck out to all of us." Bailey said which caused us all to laugh a bit. 

"Okay but seriously, this place always, always, has drama so cmon ladies give me the tea!" I was about to respond when all of our pagers went off.

"We'll duty calls, but catch me after and I'll fill you in." We both had shit eating grins on our faces as we all ran down to the ER and Bailey just rolled her eyes calling us children. 

Time skip to the ER

Teddy POV:

"We got a multi-vehicle collision coming in I need all hands on deck here people!" I yelled as I walked into the ambulance bay and waited for them to come in. All the attendants and interns were out there waiting as well so I took some time to take in all the new faces. 

As I was looking round a certain pair caught me eye, two attendings slightly secluded from everyone else, whispering to each other and in their own little world, smiling the biggest smiles I've seen in a while. I recognised them both as Dr Shepherd and Dr Y/l/n. Head of neurosurgery and head of Cardiothoracic surgery. I assumed they were friends and moved my attention from them as the ambulance was pulling in. 

"56 year old male, major head injury, penetrating chest wound, possible cardiac tamponade, crush injuries to the torso and both legs broken!" Yelled out the paramedic. 

"Okay, Shepherd, Y/l/n and Torres I need you guys with me on this one!" I called out and heard the doctors running behind me. We made it into trauma one and started saving this man. 

Time skip to once they're in surgery, reader is fixing heart, Amelia is fixing the brain injury, Callie is doing the legs and Teddy is fixing the crush injuries

"Quite a crowded OR for your first day back Teddy huh?" Callie said to me.

"Yeah, it is. But you know, I think I prefer it like this in the first day back because now I can get all the updates on the hospital drama." All three women laughed and then Amelia piped up "Alex and Jo got married." 

"Oh my god, no way!" 

"You should see them they're so adorable together, Alex really grew up and became a good man." Callie said.

"Yeah I can tell, aw that's so sweet I'm happy for them both."

"Oh, did you hear about Amelia absolutely crushing Derek in her presentation on why she should be head of neuro and not him?" Callie added.

"No, I did not hear, please do tell."

Amelia POV:

Callie is talking about how my speech was so good and blah blah but I just can't stop looking at my gorgeous girlfriend. She's so cute in her scrub hat, it's blue and had little yellow ducks on it, and she's got her concentrated face in which makes it even more adorable. 

"Amelia..? Amelia.., Dr Shepherd!?" Callie said pulling me out my thoughts. "Huh, wha- oh yeah, uhm thank you, really thanks means a lot." I stammered, embarrassed I had been caught staring. I knew I had been see. because before I looked at Callie she winked at me and I could just tell under that mask she a shit eating grin plastered in her face.

"Mmhhmmm." Callie said very over-dramatically.

"Shut up." I mumbled, Callie just laughed and carried on her little gossip session with Teddy. By this point I had finished my part of the surgery so I was scrubbing out but before I left I went over to y/n which caused Callie and Teddy to slow and quiet down their chat just a little bit so they could see what was going to happen. 

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and put my head in her shoulder no one said anything A: because they were all scared of us and B: because she was almost finished anyway, just suturing the guy back together. "Hey once you're done closing wanna go get some coffee?" I asked her casually. "I'd love to." she leaned back into me slightly as she had just finished the last stitch to close the man up. "Hey, how your knee?" I asked her. Y/n injured her knee while on a run so it's a little painful for her to stand for too long. "No I'm fine, don't worry." At this point she had taken off her gown and gloves and we walked out to the scrubbing area and started washing our hands. Once we were done we walked out to the coffee cart and got some.

On the way back we saw Callie, Meredith, Maggie, Bailey, Teddy, Alex, Jo and Arizona in the attending's lounge and decided to go and

join them. When we're about to go in we heard Meredith say something about us being together and then Teddy said "Yeah I kinda guessed that one but are they not like, insufferable? Not because of PDA but because let's be honest out all the surgeons here cardio and neuro, especially if they're head of the department which both of them are, they're both the most likely to have a major god complex surely?" We were broth a bit taken aback when we heard this so decided to ease drop a little longer. "No actually you'd be surprised, they balance each other out perfectly and they're adorable so it's like a win win, they keep each other from screaming at interns and thinking their better than everyone and that they can do anything and we get a cute couple." Everyone in the room laughed at that and we were both happy that Meredith jumped to our defence immediately. She is Amelia's sister but she is like my sister as well. After that we decided to go in.

"Hey guys." and "Hello" were said from every angle as we walked in. After that we kinda just carried on with updating Teddy and general conversation amongst all of us. 

As it got later in the evening (the surgery took up most of the shift) y/n started to get a little tired so instinctively she wrapped her arms around me and put her head in the crook of my neck. "You okay there?" I ask her and just get a tired hum in response. At this point hushed conversation is still going on but most attention is on us as people started teasing us for being "so sweet". 

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." I said in response to all the teasing. "Can we go home now? Shifts over." I hear my girlfriend say, her voice slightly muffled because of her head being nestles into my neck. "Yeah cmon let's go home." We bid everyone a good night and headed home to a night full of cuddles and movies.

[novelconcepts]

vannat besties and 98.

98 - Recovery/Hospital

Natalie wakes slowly, a groggy muddle of heavy limbs and cotton-ball brain. Something is beeping. Her bedroom does not tend to beep.

Her arm doesn't usually have a needle embedded under the skin, either. Huh.

Bleary-eyed, she turns her head against a pillow not nearly beaten-in enough to be her own. There's a railing on the bed. The walls are sterile, the color of eggshells. It smells awful in here. So clean, her head aches with the punchy vinegar tang.

Or, maybe, her head aches for other reasons. The reason she's here, in a hospital bed. Where was she last? A bar. Her car, revved to 80 on back roads. A whisky bottle clamped between her thighs, the leather of her pants squeaking when she reached down and hoisted it free.

"You're lucky they didn't arrest you, you know."

She snaps her head off the pillow and immediately groans. Definitely a head injury. And a hangover. She's had plenty of both over the years to recognize the severity of that knock upon her proverbial door.

A chair has been pulled alongside her bed. In it sprawls Van Palmer, legs draped over one spindly metal arm, a paperback open in her lap. She looks tired. Unimpressed. Judging by the state of her hair and the suitcases she's hauling around beneath her eyes, she hasn't recently slept.

"What're you doing here?" Natalie rasps. Her throat is all needles, no matter how hard she swallows. She needs water, but the idea of drinking anything sends her stomach reeling.

Van doesn't look up from her book. "Behold. Your emergency contact."

"Since when?" Natalie didn't set that up. She'd have remembered. Probably.

"Since Tai redeveloped her sense of humor, I guess."

Natalie frowns. Tai. The one who paid for her last stint in rehab. The one who chucked Natalie on the shoulder, said, "You got this", and spoke no more of it. Her skin prickles at the memory, at the need of it. She hated Taissa paying. She hated Taissa walking away before she was even settled inside. She hated Taissa, though not half as much as she hated herself.

"I total the car?" It's not the real question. The real question is a splinter in her heart. I kill anyone? I hurt anyone? Why am I still doing this shit, Van?

Van's head bobs noncommittally. "Nothing a decent shop can't fix. You busted your head good, and you've got a stress fracture in...I don't remember. One of the ribs. Like I said, you're 98% luck."

Natalie scoffs, which hurts her throat and her head in equal measure. Doesn't do wonders for her heart, either. "Yeah. I feel real lucky."

"You should." Van looks at her, finally, and there's a heat in her eyes Natalie has seen in years. It sings of a cabin, a deck of cards, a queen of hearts. "I've seen this movie, Nat. We both have. You really want to watch it all the way to the credits this time?"

Natalie sinks into the firm mattress. She's twenty-four, far too old to be feeling cowed by an old friend aiming bullet-precision disappointment. The fact that it's Van is what counts. The fact that it's Van, who isn't smiling, isn't swinging her legs free to lean over Natalie's bed and squeeze her hand.

This is what Tai was playing at, she understands. Setting Van as the one they'd call. Tai always did know how to see the whole field.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. Van's sneakers flutter-kick in the air, her shoulders pulling back so she can inspect the ceiling.

"Yeah, Nat. That's always the first step."

She's furious, it's clear. Furious that Natalie would do this to herself. Furious that Natalie, of all people, who knows better, would play this game with fate.

But furious isn't enough to propel her out of her seat, this room, Natalie's misery. She ducks her head back to her book, and, without another word about Natalie's choices, begins reading aloud. She's right in the middle, some book about gods and road trips and wars. She does different voices for characters Natalie hasn't met before, and somehow, Natalie feels like she's known them her whole life.

Natalie listens until she falls asleep, and for a little while, the shame recedes.

[robinruns]

It's such a small thing, but when I was driving home from work I had to stop off to pick up my prescriptions. I couldn't be bothered to connect my phone, but the radio did not disappoint. On one channel I got Joywave, the next had Hozier, then Cage the Elephant, then AFI. Like this is essentially what my spotify would have provided anyway, so this is very convienent.

Also I got my crown this morning. The temporary was so rough, but this one is so smooth, it almost feels weird lol I'm also glad that the sensitivity seems to be mostly gone now.

I felt like my run this morning wasn't good, but once I got the data uploaded, my coach pointed out that I negative split AND my heartrate was good throughout. This alone is why I need a coach, to provide the context to me that I miss because I'm hung up on "my legs felt tired and therefore this was Bad." Which reminds me, I can't remember if I have scheduled my pre-race call with my coach. I also need to come to that call with an A goal, a B goal, and a C goal. The A goal is like how do I wanna perform with every single part of the race being a best case scenario (weather, fueling, rest, etc). B is like what if things aren't perfect, but not awful. C is like... not "just finish" but like a step above that because I know I can complete the distance unless I suffer an injury on the course (but I finished my half marathon while my knee was trying to quit on me soooooo I don't think that would be a problem). I know I want to finish under 1 hour 20 minutes. I think that will be my B goal because it's a safe goal. My like big, pie in the sky, but I know I'm not there yet, goal is under an hour again. I'll get there, but probably not until next year. I'm not even gonna set that as my A goal, it's just not worth it.

I may actually get to meet (jfc why did I type meat lol) my coach in person either at the expo before the race or at the race. She's gonna do the marathon, so she's gonna be starting before me, but I'd love to get there early and cheer her on, or hang out until the end and cheer her across the finish line. I think it will depend how cold it is that morning lol

I should also probably dig into my garmin data and confirm how much mileage I have on my shoes. Like I've said before, I know I'm almost due for new ones, but like how due? Ya know?

This post really ended up being mostly about running huh? I wasn't really expecting that, but that's ok. I guess I have a lot of running related thoughts at the moment.

[basingstokemercury]

The Courtship:

no ouch why

how could you use a poor cowboy so 😭

Ben can be overbearing, Adam is a magnet for pain, and Joe's a right little terror more than half the time - but HOW CAN ANYBODY DO WRONG TO HOSS WITHOUT FEELING BAD FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES

"I reckon the Ponderosa holds as much claim to us as we do to her" 😭 (happy)

And then Hoss turning on Adam and shattering my heart with two sentences... (took him one scene to feel awful about it but wow really has Adam ever lied maliciously in his life? does being in love make Hoss just forget how to read someone he's spent his whole life close to?)

Felt very Pride And Prejudice for a moment, I approve.

Adam and Joe working together to protect Hoss was great, more please they're such a deadly team when they put their clevers together!

The Spitfire:

How did they get a fighter plane to the 1860s- awww no time travel episode? that's not what they meant?

...joseph francis cartwright if I had a nickel for every time you brought a girl home and she bit you...

Grandma Hoad 😍😍😍 We love a warrior matriarch in this blog! and I was kinda shipping her with Ben a little

Ooh, reading while riding! Seems impractical, but so exactly what I'd expect from-

STOP SHOOTING ADAM ALREADY I'm beginning to think he likes getting to act all anguished and dramatic (which is fair as an actress it's very fun)

I knew they wouldn't kill off a lead in season 2, but the heart attack I almost had seeing him drop from the horse after being shot by someone who "never misses" 😨😨😨😨😨😨

And of course the book saves him because that is the Most Adam Thing Possible

(can anyone tell what book that is? all they say in the episode is "poetry", and there's a second or two of the title page in the scene after he's shot but it's hard to make out. might be French? DOES HE READ FRENCH?!)

Uh how'd he get back in the saddle with a bullet in his thigh even if it's not as bad as it could have been? (Pushing through the pain and risking more injury later, if I know Adam. Typical.) (Well, I guess we don't know he got back in the saddle. Maybe he managed to crawl home/to safety or something?)

ADAM'S BEDROOM I'VE BEEN WAITING TO SEE THIS!

Nice pyjamas, but that's not what I'm here for. I was hoping-

And there it is! No model of the house, but a writing-table full of what seem to be architectural schematics with several more rolled up beside it, some kind of surveying or levelling tools piled on too, and an armillary sphere to top the whole thing off! The set designers definitely put thought into this I'm genuinely impressed after bracing for just another standard room with things in like we saw for the others!

Ben coming to talk peace with the woman whose son Joe killed... It's all very well saying "leave the grief and hate behind", but would he really have been in any state to judge her favourably if Adam had been lying dead that day rather than recuperating?

And Joe's upset so he runs to Adam and becomes a sad little pile on his bed... the cuteness I can't

(some What Katy Did vibes in Joe earnestly running in to get advice from bedridden Adam. now there's a book I was never quite sure what to make of.)

Joe: I'm gonna do a stupid dangerous thing! My mum: He's an idiot- Well. We knew that.

"JOE! YOU CAN'T! LISTEN TO ME COME BACK-"

(tries to get up and grab him)

(ow leg)

(poor frustrated Adam watching his baby brother run off into danger and having to lie there helpless... I do not condone throwing books in emotion but this was definitely a valid reason to be upset)

Luckily, it worked and we now have new friends with a minimum of people getting killed! Happy ever after all round (except the guys who got killed of course)!

[genderqueer-karma]

so, i got to thinking about my life + the headcanons i have about the vk family. i have one i'd like to share with you (safe)

let me preface this by saying that i'm not physically disabled, but i have had issues with my legs for as long as i've been able to walk (so basically my entire life) which has led me to limp when i walk. more recently, i've experienced pain in my legs more frequently than i used to, and it got me thinking that i might need some type of mobility aid in the future. of course, i don't necessarily want that to happen, but if it does, i won't cry over it (probably).

***

anyway, that got me thinking.

a lot of people believe that manfred began to use his cane after some injury, or they believe that he just has it for vanity's sake. i personally don't see either of those making sense (though if you do, that's totally cool! i'm not the authority on any characters, especially not him).

personally, i feel as though if he had the cane as a walking stick purely to show off his wealth, he would've gone for something a bit more... ornate? it's not as though my guy's a minimalist by any stretch of the imagination; if he does something, it's big and dramatic, which is all well and good. cheers.

as for the injury headcanon, i honestly can't say i personally see it. it does make a lot of sense, but i feel like canon somewhat restricts this from being possible? since he never took vacation days besides after dl-6 (and probably rarely took days off for injury or illness. the only times i imagine he took days off were the births of his children, and legally he basically would have had to with leave and all that).

getting injured, especially the most common way i see people hc that he would've gotten injured, from an accident while riding horseback, would definitely be something that doesn't particularly fit with his characterization, imo, considering that he would most likely take as many safety precautions as humanly possible to avoid getting hurt. (in my mind, he's actually quite anxious and just a generally neurotic person and as a result tends to consistently think worst-case scenario, leading to him over-preparing for just about everything.)

so what exactly is my headcanon?

**

i believe his cane usage was the product of hereditary chronic pain.

in my mind, the vks all kind of have this chronic hip and leg pain that starts manifesting as young as 20 or so and really kicks in around the mid 30s to early 40s. ultimately, this pain requires the use of mobility aids or (worst-case scenario) surgeries that may not actually be effective. of course, i don't actually know much about surgeries, so i am taking a small liberty with this aspect, but nevertheless:

in manfred's case, i think the chronic pain kicks in when he's about 38, and it absolutely wrecks him for the the first six months or so. he rarely goes anywhere other than work (sometimes church, which i also have other hcs about. maybe i'll post about those one day.) and home. he spends a lot of time sitting and debating with himself on whether or not he wants surgery, ultimately to decide that he doesn't because the success rate is too low for his tastes (perfectionism) and recovery time is awful.

because he has to use the cane for the rest of his life, he experiences a lot of internalized ableism. this leads him to do many things that were unsafe for him, and generally caused more angst than anything he might've thought it "solved".

for example (and i'm aware this is a movie specific thing), after being caught for his crimes in dl-6 and after his meltdown, instead of using his cane to walk out of the courtroom, which probably would have been more comfortable and more safe, he walks without it, opting instead to carry it: "maintaining his dignity", so to speak.

***

of course, with this problem being genetic and passed down from generation, his biological kids (for the most part) are affected by it. since only franziska is named in the series, i'll focus primarily on how this affects her. (i debated making this section a separate post, but honestly, fuck it)

as we know, franziska basically disappears from the aa series after aa3/aai2. (capcom please let her out of the basement... that's my daughter and i miss her) this plays perfectly into my headcanon, actually. since we get no information about her whereabouts beyond a very basic "she works with interpol and stuff", i can't help but feel that explanation is incomplete.

so, that also made me think: what if she was affected a bit earlier than most? earlier in this post i mentioned that the chronic pain can manifest as young as 20 years old... which happens to be around the age she is when she all but vanishes from the narrative. basically, i think that the pain, which she inherited from her father, caught up to her.

now, there are other implications to this. after deliberating with a mutual and friend of mine, @bucket-of-hyperfixations i concluded that she would most likely want/prefer to use traditional crutches. (i did also consider that she might use a wheelchair, but then i thought about how wheelchair users are treated and thought hard about how that'd be a no-go)

this is what i ultimately landed on mostly because considering her character and the distance she wants to create from her father (using a cane would probably remind her as well as other people of him, which was a huge thing that she railed against, especially in the third game), as well as the fact that she would most likely want to maintain the freedom to use her arms so she could use her whip, which forearm crutches, another option i considered for her, wouldn't provide.

***

of course, there's a lot more i could add to this, but i think that this is enough for now. i personally like talking about the vk family and making up headcanons about them, considering how little information we actually get in canon. that being said, i accept criticisms of my headcanon and don't think that other interpretations of what we are presented with are inherently wrong, even if i sometimes disagree with them.

[madneedshelp]

Nightmares-Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Summary: It's been a few months since all the Upside Down chaos has been resolved. Even though you and all your friends managed to defeat Vecna and make it out alive, you find yourself waking up nightmares of your boyfriend's close encounter with death.

Warnings: Some depictions of injury/violence, but nothing too graphic

You find yourself overwhelmed with the sensation of falling. However, it's not so much a feeling of falling as a felling of being dragged downwards.

You look down and there's a dark vine wrapped around your ankle. It's pulling you further and further down through strange murky water. You attempt to thrash around to free yourself, but your body is unable to move. You're stuck there, frozen, as you're yanked into pitch blackness, a scream trapped in your throat.

Just when you think the blackness will never end, you emerge instantly onto a shadowy field. You're thrown onto the ground by the vine, and you scramble to your feet. Across from you is Steve. You start to smile at the comfort of knowing you aren't alone, but then your boyfriend is swarmed by those god-awful demobats.

Steve's screams of pain fill the air, and you make to sprint for him. Before you can even step a foot forward, the vine has returned, along with four more. A vine wraps around each of your limbs, and your neck. Once again, you're stuck in their grasp, unable to break free from the hold they have on you.

The vines force you to watch as the bats maul and attack your boyfriend. Steve tries to fight them off, but there's too many of them. You want desperately to help him, but you can't seem to break free. All you can do is let out a strangled scream as the vines choke you.

Your vision swims as air gets more and more scarce, but you're still fighting with everything you have to get to Steve. But then he lets out one last horrifying, blood-curdling cry. Then everything goes still. Everything goes silent. You crane your neck as far as you can, and you're met wit the sight of Steve, bloody and broken on the ground, and he's so so still...

You bolt upright in bed, gasping desperately for air. You're drenched in a cold sweat and shaking uncontrollably. Your hands drift up to your face to rub at your eyes and you find that your cheeks are soaked with tears. It felt so real.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

A hand on your arm makes you flinch. Your head whips to the side and you're met with the sight of Steve shirtless in bed next to you. You lift a shaky hand to his cheek and suck in a breath.

"You're here? You're okay?" You rasp, throat burning from the tears and screaming.

Steve looks at you with a worried glance, but gives you a small smile and nods. "I'm right here. It's all over, remember? We're safe now, the nightmare wasn't real."

His soothing voice helps to calm you slightly. It at least gives you a moment to realize that you're sitting in Steve's bed, wearing his old swim team shirt, and not in the Upside Down surrounded by demonic creatures. There's no alternate-dimension horrors. It's just you and your boyfriend in his bedroom, just like every night since Vecna was defeated.

"It just...it felt like we were back there...again." You whisper between ragged breaths.

"Hey, it's okay, come here," Steve pulls you close and wraps his arms around you protectively. You burrow into his chest and entwine your legs with his. "I've got you. I've got you. Do you want to talk about it?"

You really don't, but you know that talking usually helps. This isn't the first time you've had this nightmare, and it probably won't be the last, so you might as well try and see if this helps. You begin retelling the dream, but you don't dare lift your head from Steve's chest.

"It was the night where you got pulled through the portal at Lover's Lake again. It always is. This time, I was getting dragged through and you were already on the other side. Nancy, Robin, and Eddie weren't there, though. Just you and me. When the bats started attacking, the vines had me and I couldn't get to you. I, I tried to get free, but I couldn't. I...I had to watch as you...as you..." Your words dissolve as you find yourself unable to finish the story.

Steve's arms tighten slightly around you and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"Y/N, I'm okay, alright? I'm not leaving you anytime soon. You saved me, remember? You got the others to come through with you and save me. It's because of you that I'm alive. Everything is okay now. We're safe."

"Okay," You nod once and close your eyes.

You can smell Steve's cologne, feel him embracing you, hear the sound of his heart beating. You feel yourself start to relax more fully now that you can really accept that you're safe. No matter how bad all the shit in the Upside Down was, you made it out and you're both okay.

You fall into the same nightly routine that you do when you have nightmares. Steve holds you and talks softly to you about the most silly, irrelevant details of his day, or what Dustin did earlier, or something Robin told him, anything to make you laugh or calm down. Nothing makes you happier than when you have your head on Steve's chest and you can feel him chuckle quietly. It really helps to ease your mind.

The two of you stay in the same entangled position as you drift off into sleep. Unsurprising to either of you, you wake up the next morning still cuddled close to each other.

Over time, you find that simply falling asleep and waking up in Steve's arms does wonders for your nightmares, and eventually they fade altogether.

[slightlycrunchy]

Dadmight for number 8 please?? (I love your shirt stories they're so fun to read)

8. "You can't hurt me, I've been hurt enough already."

Thank you so much, I really appreciate you saying so ❤️ This one turned out a bit longer and I used the vibes of it rather than the exact verbiage.

Toshinori meets his boy on the roof for the first time and it goes a bit differently. Featuring awkward, caring, not-yet-dad. Also, I love gentle dad but stressed dad that cusses is equally as good XD. Did I say 'dad' enough? Dad.

When the words exit the boy’s mouth, Toshinori knows he fucked up.

“It’s alright, All Might, I understand. I’m fine!” the boy--Toshinori hasn’t even caught his name--rallies, running the back of his hand under a wet nose as he smiles a grin so fake it could almost rival Toshinori’s own. His teary, green eyes shine brilliantly in the sun and it makes Toshinori’s heart sink at the thought that he is the one who caused this.

He ripped this kid’s dreams apart with his bare hands and he didn’t even think twice about it, too wrapped up in the facts and figures. He forgot that this is just a child, not an adult he can simply unload all of his deepest issues onto, or spout his personal ideals to on this afternoon atop a roof.

Who is he to tell a middle schooler, going by his uniform, that ‘no, he cannot be a hero like All Might’?

Of course not. No one can.

He looks at the boy once more, the kid’s thin lip wobbling as his mouth valiantly tries to maintain a farcical appearance of happiness on a freckled, thin face. Really, it’s heartwrenching to see, and Toshinori’s stomach twists in an uncomfortable way that has nothing to do with the injury he had thoughtlessly shown the boy.

Why did he have to do it like this, he asks himself, running a hand roughly down his face, the back of his knuckles still sticky from splatters of the sludge villain he had taken down just a moment ago; disgusting. He groans when he realizes again that the kid in front of him nearly lost his life to another person running amok on the streets with no respect for life, and then all Toshinori did was scold him.

He went too far with this one.

“Kid, look, I--”

“No, n-no it’s really okay All Might. You’re right, after all! I think…” The boy’s voice lowers to a near-whisper, hard to hear over the wind that rolls in heavily over the roof. “I think all these years I kind of knew it… It doesn’t hurt that bad really, I promise. It’s no worse than I hear every day from Kacchan...so it’s fine…”

God Toshinori can’t do this.

“Kid-- What’s your name?” Toshinori asks impatiently. He has apologies to offer.

“Midoriya…”

“Midoriya, hi, nice to meet ya,” Toshinori rushes out, offering a quick, limp salute before his hand drops back to his side. “Look, I’m sorry alright? I’m sorry I said that and I’m sorry I told you about all of this,” he gestures to his whole body. “It isn’t your cross to bear and you just took me by surprise is all. I was worried you’d fall to your death before I got you on this roof and no one has ever seen me like this before--” He pauses to take a breath. “I take it back, kid.”

But that feels wrong, too.

He meant every word, his need to keep safe-help-be a hero so strong that it drives him to say the harsh truths. This boy would be eaten alive in a job like Toshinori’s; there’s no way he can safely pursue it. But there was probably a better way to get that point across than how Toshinori chose to.

Midoriya looks up at him from across the barren expanse of concrete between them, his legs spread out in a V as his shoulders hunch forward; the body language of one who is tired, defeated. Toshinori would know that look anywhere.

After a while the boy sniffles again, his eyes a little less tearful than before. “No...I think you’re right All Might. This is just a truth I’ve never been able to think about too much. Being a hero is all I’ve ever really been good at pursuing,” Midoriya laughs ruefully and it sounds awful to Toshinori’s ears, “I could find another hobby I guess. I’m alright at drawing.”

The way the child speaks, it’s as if he’s not only trying to fool Toshinori but also himself, and the entire thing sounds crafted and false. It sets off red flags in Toshinori’s mind and he furrows his brow as he steps closer, kneeling in front of Midoriya.

“Is heroing a hobby of yours?” Personal questions, that’s the way Toshinori.

And oh, the boy’s eyes light up.

“Yeah! I watch hero fights on the news and in the streets--if they’re around my house--and I keep notes! I record their fighting styles and costume design with any improvements I can think of for either. Oh--I even have some ideas for your costume, All Might! Although, you’ve been out of the public eye lately,” the boy’s eyes dart up and over Toshinori’s stomach, “and I can see why...so maybe you’ve changed the design since I’ve seen you last...” He suddenly goes quiet, his excited mumbling fading away. “So… never mind, All Might. The answer to your question is yes.”

The way Midoriya’s face had shined with his enthusiasm is quick to skirt away, hidden again beneath poor posture and lowered eyes. Toshinori hates it.

He cant take that light away from this boy. He won’t do it.

Slowly, so as not to startle the kid, he puts his hand on Midoriya's shoulder, seeing for the first time just how scuffed up his uniform is. Being attacked by a villain will do that to you, he supposes. “I think that all sounded quite wonderful, Midoriya. I think you have a keen eye, something many don’t have--useful for many things in life, including one’s work. I wouldn’t have gotten far without a good sense of observation. These muscles can’t do everything, after all,” Toshinori says with a chuckle. He can see he’s dragging the boy in bit by bit as the conversation lightens, Midoriya’s body leaning forward with every word. His hero-worship is written starkly across his face and it warms something inside of Toshinori to see it, as it does with all children that look up to him. Toshinori smiles.

But he still has some apologizing to do.

“I think you have many skills that will aid you in life, young Midoriya,” --the boy perks up at the small nickname-- “including in your search to be a hero. Kid, I know you look up to me, and I do wish you would think about what I said, but no human being has the right to tell you how to live your life. If you think you can be a hero, then try. Just...please be careful?” Toshinori pleads, his face pinching in concern.

He’s seen too many new heroes go out on first patrols only to never return. The hero world is cruel and hungry, and this kid in front of him, whose face is slowly lifting from something so simple as what he, Toshinori, has to say, could be the next victim.

He would hate to see it.

Midoriya stammers excitedly, “I understand, All Might, I’ll be careful! Of course!”

Toshinori can only hope that Midoroya is right.

“Glad to hear it, my boy--”

He’s interrupted by an explosion behind him, set off somewhere nearby and for some reason this prompts him to look down at his pockets, remembering a couple of two-liter bottles he had placed there to retain the villain in the time until Toshinori could get to the police station.

Only to look down and pat wildly at empty openings.

“Shit,” he says in English, but by the way Midoriya’s eyes widen he seems to know the exact usage of that word. “Uh, time to go, my boy, I’m sorry I can’t stay longer. I’ll walk you down?”

And as they part on the street, Toshinori to an area of the city teeming with criminal activity with a thought to his time limit, and the boy off to his home, Toshinori wonders if he’ll ever see young Midoriya again.

He doesn’t have to wait long to find out.

[archerofthemists]

Phantom Pains

TW: Blood/severe injury/loss of limb/mentions of suicide

Sparring was a very common pastime at Evernight Castle. If they weren't out on an errand or mission given by Salem, then her followers may as well be keeping sharp in their skills. 

Watts preferred to work in his lab, designing weapons and other useful tools. 

Emerald and Mercury, being the youngest and seen only as Cinder's underlings usually only had one another to spar with. 

Althea, having only recently risen in the ranks, still trained with Tyrian, her former master and now partner. 

Hazel, with his size and strength, typically wouldn't fight against any of his "teammates". 

And then there were the Grimm. Salem kept various breeds of them penned up for the sole purpose of training, but only Hazel and Cinder ever liked to use them for practice. 

However, ever since Salem had promoted Althea to her inner circle, the archer had felt the need to prove she was worthy of keeping the position. She had killed plenty of Grimm in her life, she'd gone to Beacon Academy for the God's Sakes. Killing the Grimm in her village had given her a spot in the damn school to begin with, to give her a chance to become a real huntress. 

Although, ever since she'd fled the school and had been living on her own, isolated and answering to no one, she hadn't had as many opportunities to fight Grimm. She'd had to save her energy, because she never knew when she would eat next, so she just did her best to avoid the damn things completely. 

But now that she had a purpose in her life again, it was time to get her head back in the game. 

Tyrian kept her on her toes plenty when he was still her superior. Surprise attacks right and left, whether he leapt down from the rafters onto her or hid under her bed at night, the man had had her looking over her shoulder constantly. 

Hazel was a behemoth that Althea had to beg to get him to spar with her and she was pretty sure he was holding back when he finally would give in. 

Watts didn't really fight, at least not in a style that was compatible with Althea's, but when he needed to test out a new weapon she was happy to play guinea pig for him. 

Cinder saw herself as "above" the rest of them, being a Maiden and she didn't like sharing her "disciples". 

So Althea began using Grimm for practice. She realized how rusty she was against the creatures, but it was any skill; you never really forget it. She had forgotten just how good she was at it though. But damn it...she never knew when to quit.

Taking on two Beowolves was a little ballsy to do by yourself, but Althea wasn't exactly alone. Hazel and Tyrian had grown accustomed to watching her when she practiced killing Grimm, out of the way and behind the safety of the pillars that supported  a balcony.

Tyrian, because he enjoyed the show and he was a little proud of himself for finding such a treasure as Althea. 

Hazel, because God's, there wasn't anything else to do around the castle at the moment. And plus he couldn't deny, the woman had skill and watching her certainly wasn't boring. He glanced down at his scroll and frowned; her aura was getting far too low, and one Beowolf was still alive and kicking. 

"She needs to stop." He glanced at Tyrian who looked almost mesmerized by his former disciple. "Her aura is almost gone. One of us should step in and finish it."

Tyrian waved the larger man off, not taking his eyes off the archer as she easily dodged the Beowolf's large paw as it swiped at her. "If she can't handle it then she will ask us for our help. Don't insult her abilities, Hazel." 

But Hazel grumbled softly and reached for the dust crystals in his pockets. "You shouldn't overestimate her abilities either just because you've got a crush." 

Tyrian's eyes flashed purple for a moment and his tail twitched. He growled to himself as he watched Rainart stab a couple of crystals into his biceps. "You just hate seeing people enjoy themselves, don't you?" The faunus sighed. 

"No, just when it's you. You're not denying the crush either, I see." Hazel remarked. 

Tyrian locked the man with a seething glare that would have made the average person shrivel up inside, but Hazel just scoffed. "Good, cause no one would believe you if you did deny it." 

He turned and stabbed his arms with the lightning dust, wincing only slightly as it spread through veins. "Althea! You're done, I'm gonna help you!" 

"I've almost got this!" She yelled before firing an ice-dust tipped arrow into the Beowolf's back legs, freezing it in its place. With a running start she used the Beowolf's back as a springboard to leap high into the air above it. 

Her plan was to deliver the killing blow from above - a dagger right through the Grimms eye as she had spent her last arrow immobilizing it. She had just grabbed the hilt, began to twist in the air, when the Beowolf had reared up on its frozen back legs and its jaw came down on Althea, taking her right leg in its teeth before falling back down on all fours, slamming her against the floor with the full force of its body. Her aura broke in an emerald swirl and she went rolling across the chamber floor. 

Most of her that is.

The two huntsmen were frozen in shock for a moment, gold and hazel eyes locked on Althea's motionless and bloodied body. 

Hazel was the first to snap out of it, the gnashing of the Beowolfs teeth as it swallowed the limb it had just torn asunder. It had broken the ice around its back legs loose and was completely free as the giant of a man began to charge it head on. 

When Tyrian began moving towards his fallen partner he didn't even realize it. His legs felt numb and yet they were still carrying him over to her crumpled, discarded body. 

The blood was everywhere, splattered and smeared on the chamber floor in morbid patterns that the faunus usually found pleasure in. 

 

The next thing Tyrian realized, he was running down the halls of Evernight, the dead weight of Althea bleeding out in his arms didn't slow him down in the slightest. 

It didn't completely register in the scorpions brain that he was running to Watts's office until he was bursting through his door. It was just purely instinct. Automatic. Where else would he possibly ever go?

The Doctor was at his desk, bent over some new contraption he was working on like always. His head snapped up at the intrusion, annoyance written on his face until he fully registered the scene standing in his door.

Tyrian covered in blood, cradling Althea's pale form, showing no signs of life. Where her right leg had been, was nothing but a bloody stub. 

"Help." It was the only word that left Tyrian's trembling lips, raspy and desperate. 

"Get her on the table. NOW!" Watts was on his feet, stripping off his jacket and tie as he helped Tyrian carry Althea into the small adjoining room that had been converted into a meager OR. However Arthur hadn't dealt with such a serious trauma in a long time and he'd certainly had more equipment, more help. His mind was racing as he tried to mentally inventory what he had, what he could use to save Althea's life.

"What the fuck happened?" Arthur pulled on a pair of surgical gloves with a loud snap, his emerald eyes surveying the damage.

"She...she was fighting Beowolves and…"

"More than one?!"

"Her aura was low and we thought she could handle it…"

Arthur sighed harshly as he gathered gauze and began to try and stop the bleeding of Althea's remaining leg. "You promised you'd never scare me like this again!" 

Tyrian could do nothing but stand and watch, his whole body beginning to tremble as he watched. He couldn't hear Watts yelling at him over the ringing in his ears.

"Tyrian! Tyrain, God dammit I need an extra set of hands!" Watts felt guilty for a fleeting moment as he tossed the box of latex gloves at the faunus. They bounced off his bloody chest but it did the job in snapping him back to reality. 

It was bloody awful work getting Althea's leg to finally stop bleeding. Once Watts was satisfied with her vitals and felt she was stable, he moved her into the tiny recovery room. Hooked up to various machines that would start screaming if her pressure bottomed out. 

So he gently led Tyrain into the adjoining shower and turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up. They were both covered in Althea's blood and Watts was tempted to just throw his clothes away, burn them maybe. He had plenty of other clothes.

Watts automatically began to help Tyrain out of his stained jumpsuit and harness, and the faunus didn't resist in the least. His body was still gently trembling and Watts hoped that this incident wouldn't scar him too deeply. He didn't know what Salem might do if her best weapon was permanently damaged like this.

In the back of Arthur's mind, he was already planning the schematics of a replacement leg for Althea and oh Gods...someone was going to have to inform Salem about what happened. How would she plan to punish Althea for this? Because she surely would.

"One thing at a time…"

He unbraided Tyrian's hair, finding more sticky dried blood in it as well. Steam was beginning to spill out of the shower so he gently helped Tyrian under the water before Arthur got undressed himself and joined him, knowing that Tyrian was in no state to bathe himself. 

For a good long moment the only sound was the hissing of the shower and Tyrian's occasional sniffle as he pulled himself back together and Watts scrubbed the blood out of his long hair.

"What did you mean earlier?" He finally asked, so softly that Arthur had to take a moment to be sure he had heard him correctly. 

"About what?"

"When you said that she had promised to never scare you like this again, what the fuck did you mean?" Tyrian turned around to face Arthur.

The Doctor was quiet for a long while, staring into Tyrian's golden, begging eyes. There was never any easy or kind way of saying it.

"A few months ago, Althea tried to kill herself." 

He watched his words take time to register completely on Tyrian's face. A choked off whimpering sound escaped his throat. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"She asked me not to. She didn't know what Salem might do to her if she found out. And now this…" Arthur sighed. "Gods why did she take on two Beowolves at once?" 

" She tried to kill herself…" Tyrian murmurs gently and Arthur could tell that he was on the verge of losing it all over again. 

So Arthur pulled him close against his chest and let him.

Everything was fuzzy. Her head, her vision, even her body felt fuzzy and disconnected. And her leg...God's her leg….

"Don't move too much." Arthur's voice. Althea felt his hand gently stroke her forehead and she tried to make her eyes focus on his face.

"What...hap'n…" 

"You had an...accident." Arthur sighed "Although that word doesn't seem appropriate for what happened...because it wasn't an accident was it?"

"I...I had it…" Her throat felt raw, everything ached except...why couldn't she feel her right leg?

"YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING." Arthur hadn't yelled at her like that in a long time. Althea was ashamed to admit that she flinched a little. 

"Arthur…" Tyrian's voice.

"You lost your leg, Althea!" She may have heard a quiver in his voice that time. She wasn't totally sure.

"Guess that explains why I can't feel it." Althea couldn't remember a lot about the incident. She'd been twisting in the air one moment and the next she was waking up here. She vaguely remembered Tyrian rushing her through the castle.

"You were careless, reckless and for what? You promised you would never do something like this again." Arthur's voice was a little steadier now as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

"I promised I wouldn't hurt myself again." Althea hissed as she hoisted herself up in the bed a little more, her vision clearing enough to see how upset her partners were. 

"And so you've gone and replaced it with reckless endangerment of yourself!" Arthur looked like he hadn't been sleeping. How long had she been unconscious? 

"It wasn't like that." Althea wiped the sleepy gunk from her eyes as she got her bearings.

Tyrian was curled in a small chair by her bed, wrapped in a comforter. He looked just as tired and drained as Arthur. God's, what had she done?

"I should have stepped in sooner." Tyrian sighed. "Hazel, the sentimental giant, warned me. We knew her aura was low and…"

"You just didn't know when to stop." Arthur sighs. "Or you were hoping to get hurt."

"I wasn't trying to get hurt! Damn it!" Althea looked down at the bandaged stubb that had been her right leg and she swallowed the lump building in her throat.

"Don't worry, I'm already designing you a new one." Arthur sighs.

"Don't. I don't deserve it." 

"Well you bloody well can't work for Salem on one leg, can you? And if you can't can't for Salem she'll kill you." Arthur stood up. "Although that's probably exactly what you want."

Althea watched him leave and she rested back in the hospital bed, keeping her tears at bay.

"I'm sorry." She finally murmurs to Tyrain. "I really didn't mean to…"

"I should have stopped you." Tyrian crawled out of the easy chair and up alongside her in the bed. "When your body got slammed into the ground I…" 

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry I…" yeah keeping the tears at bay wasn't working very well. 

No, Salem had not been happy but she hadn't been nearly as angry as Watts had expected her to be.

Thankfully Hazel had been the one to tell her for the very first time, right after he'd finished off the Beowolf. Although, who the hell knew? She could act so calm and collected before the storm finally hit.

Watts had nearly had a heart attack one night when he'd gone in to bring Althea some dinner and Salem was right there, sitting at the foot of her bed and talking with her. It was an odd sight to say the least: a tall, ancient and immortal being just sitting there in the tiny recovery room. So out of place and somehow so horrifying. 

Apparently Salem had wanted to see how Althea was doing with her own eyes and it hadn't looked like she'd gone had hurt the injured woman in any way.  Perhaps Salem would see the loss of leg as enough punishment and leave it at that.

Tyrian hadn't left Althea's side once, getting her what she needed and Althea had started reading to him a lot to pass the time. Thankfully Salem hadn't sent him away on any missions. Arthur wasn't sure if the faunus would have been able to concentrate if she had.

Recovery was not going to be easy. Arthur had drawn the perfect schematics for a new leg and he had been coming and going from Evernight to trade for some of the parts he would need. 

Althea's phantom pains had started and were becoming almost unbearable. A mirror method had helped, but Arthur hoped that a new leg would do more good. Althea's balance on crutches was horrendous, and her ability to actually walk could be therapeutic in and of itself. 

Finally when he was satisfied with his work on the prosthetic, he showed it to her. Shiney and silver with green accents along the joints and toes and a small "W" engraved on the upper thigh. Watts always left his signature on what he created in one way or another. 

"The good doctor does such wonderful work doesn't he?" Tyrian mused as he looked the new limb over, his own shiney tail clicking behind him. 

Arthur smirked softly, he certainly didn't mind having his ego stroked. 

"I would have had this done sooner if you hadn't lost the leg above the joint." Watts sighs.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time." Althea chuckles dryly. 

"There won't be a next time." Watts says firmly as he prepped the stubb of her leg. "Right?"

Althea smirked down at him and nodded gently. 

"Don't you dare ever scare us like this again. I mean it." 

[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. This is chapter 12. Poe is away helping his ex girlfriend Zorii Bliss get her mother home safely.

After his revelation regarding the nature of their relationship you left to go live with a friend.

Were you overreacting or do you have good reason to be nervous?

Warnings, XXX smut, female ejaculation, talk of death and violence. Injuries from said violence. Lol. Not for anyone under 18.

Kijimi, present day

After an intense battle with the mandalorian that had captured Zorii's mother Zeva she's home in one piece.

The same could not be said about the bounty hunter, they were left in multiple pieces.

Zorii and Poe were both injured. Poe was worse off, though. He had suffered burns to his arms, back and shoulders.

All thanks to a flamethrower.

Zorii was tending to his injuries aboard the spice freighter, cleaning and bandaging him up. Her gentle touch made him close his eyes from pleasure.

"Thank you so much for helping us". Zorii told him with a slight smile. "You were the only person that could have done it".

"We're quite a team, aren't we?" Poe tells her with a slight laugh as he winced from pain.

"Yes we are". Zorii replied with a laugh. "We both kicked ass".

"I'm back together with y/n". Poe explained. "She's expecting my child and we were going to get married soon".

"What happened? If you don't mind me asking". Zorii asked, her smile fading.

"I told her about us, and she got jealous". He told her with a deep sigh.

"That was 20 years ago, we're ancient history". Zorii told him with a laugh. "I still love you but in a different way".

"I feel the same way too". Poe said with a slight smile. "I'll always love you".

"She's going to kick your ass even more when she sees these gnarly burns". She told him with a laugh. "But in all seriousness let me know if you do get married and when the baby is born".

Meanwhile back on D'Qar

Your friend convinced you to go back home, and you did.

He's been gone 5 days but it felt more like a year.

You're feeling more like you're pregnant too. Morning sickness has hit you hard, you spend at least 2 hours every morning throwing up.

You're exhausted too, you spend half the day asleep.

Certain smells trigger it too, your breasts are so tender that you can barely tolerate a bra against your skin.

And the weight gain is frustrating too. You have never felt more undesirable in your entire life.

You were napping on the couch when Poe walked through the door.

He was surprised, and relieved, to see you there.

Poe leaned down and kissed you tenderly on the lips, your eyes fluttered open and with a slight smile you whisper,

"Poe, you're home safe".

"Yes I am babe, I've missed you". Poe said with a slight smile as he sat down next to you. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel pregnant". You tell him with a slight laugh. "I'm having awful morning sickness and my breasts hurt".

"I was burnt to a crisp but her mother is home safe". Poe told you with a laugh.

He removes his shirt and you gasp in horror at the extent of his injuries, his back is covered in one solid, white bandage.

"Yeah, it's pretty bad". He continued, closing his eyes from pain. "I'll have scarring but I should heal fairly quickly".

"Mmmm scars are sexy". You tell him with a slight grin as you gently kiss him.

"You really think so?" Poe asks, smiling sweetly.

"I know so". You tell him with a slight laugh.

"I feel like relaxing in bed, I'm exhausted, what do you think?" Poe says with a smile as he kisses you back.

Once inside the confines of your bedroom you undress, Poe is watching you, and smiling.

"I see a hint of a bump". He said with a smile.

"Really? You do?" You ask, smiling a little as you give your belly an affectionate pat.

Poe stands up, leans down and kisses your barely there bump, his soft lips feel great against your bare skin.

His kisses keep going lower and lower, you giggle a little and say,

"I thought you were exhausted?"

"I lied to get you in here". Poe confesses with a devilish smirk on his gorgeous face. "I've been thinking about eating your pussy since I left base".

He picked you up and gently placed you on the bed.

Acting on instinct you spread your legs for him, Poe begins to teasingly kiss your inner thighs, the heavy stubble on his face is rough but feels good against your smooth skin.

He doesn't tease that day, instead he goes straight for what he was craving the most.

Your intricate folds are already wet and swollen for him, you can feel the soft curls on his head brush against your thigh as Poe starts to lick and suck on your highly sensitive, swollen bud.

You tense up from the release that you can feel building in your body, when you cum you gush a lot of warm fluid on his face.

Poe licks his lips, tasting your essence.

"My cock is so hard, damn". He confessed as he mounted you and slid his magnificent manhood inside of you in one stroke.

With your legs wrapped around his waist tightly Poe fucks you, soft and then hard as you beg him to pound you.

You're being careful not to touch his bandaged back, but it's difficult.

You accidentally brush his injured skin, causing him to wince in pain, but he composes himself again and finishes deep inside of you.

When you sit up Poe's thick load spills out of you, he leans over to kiss your breasts and takes one of your hard nipples into his mouth but you cry out in pain.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" He asks, looking a little concerned.

"You did but it's normal, my breasts are very tender right now". You explain, kissing him back softly.

"I can't wait for our baby to be here". Poe tells you as he plants a few soft kisses on the soft skin of your neck. "I don't care if it's a boy or a girl".

"I have an odd feeling that we're having a baby boy". You tell him as you kiss him back. "A mini version of you".

"That would be wonderful". He replies, smiling brightly and touching your barely there bump. "The little guy can't be here soon enough, I want to see and hold him so badly".

"We need to get married before it's too obvious". You tell him with a slight laugh. "I don't want to be the knocked up bride".

"But you are the knocked up bride". Poe tells you with a smile as he bursts into laughter.

"Well, yeah, but noone has to know it". You explain, laughing heartily.

"Next week we're going back home". Poe says with a smile. "I have a surprise for you".

End of chapter 12

[one-boring-person]

Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Fourteen)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: injuries, death, blood, use of harmful gas, bad language

Context: (Y/n), Dwayne, Nico and Paul try to reunite themselves with David and Marko.

A/N: I'm sorry if this is getting a bit repetitive now, I promise it won't go on much longer!😅

Edited By: @jawline-of-steel

Masterlist

A hand on my shoulder wakes me, the gentle yet insistent sensation of someone shaking me from my dreamless sleep becoming apparent. I crack my eyes open to look at who it is, immediately meeting a hard grey stare as I do so, Nico's slightly dishevelled hair falling into his face slightly as he carefully tries to wake me, a grim smile creasing his features as he sees me looking at him. Withdrawing his arm, he replaces it where it was before: at the small of my back. Realising now that I'm lying on his chest, I go to roll off, hoping I haven't made him feel awkward in any way, only for him to stop me and gingerly help me sit up with him.

"Go steady, (Y/n). You're hurt, remember?" The werewolf chides me, lifting me very carefully off of his lap and onto the sofa beside him, keeping his hand at the crook of my back as I let out a whimper of pain, accidentally putting weight on my back leg.

"Yeah, thank you." I smile at him, turning my gaze to the room, where I see Dwayne and Paul watching us closely, both of them tense and jittery. Somehow neither of them look as if they've slept well.

"Sleep well?" Dwayne asks, voice sounding oddly detached, his mind clearly elsewhere.

"Surprisingly, yeah. You?" I respond, rubbing my head as the events of the night before come flooding back to me, dread reawakening itself in my core at the memory.

Paul laughs, bitterly.

"Not at all." 

I nod, hearing exactly what I expected, pulling a sympathetic face as I do so.

"Do you think we can get back to the cave?" Dwayne interjects, the brunette anxious to get back to his friends.

I think for a minute, considering the dangers and odds of what might happen if we did, replying a minute or so after, noticing now how Dwayne has started pacing.

"We should be able to. If they found nothing, then the team will have moved on to the next likely spot, so there'll probably be very little risk in trying. If there is any threat, it'll probably only be a guard or two left there to catch me, but I reckon David and Marko will have taken care of them." I frown momentarily, "You guys must be hungry. When was the last time you fed?"

Paul and Dwayne look at each other briefly, seemingly considering when their last meal was, neither of them particularly sure of themselves.

"It definitely wasn't yesterday. We were going to, but then things went wrong, so we never really got a chance." The blonde reveals, scratching his head slightly, "Can we go, please?"

Unsurprised at their eagerness, I go to stand up again, groaning when a bolt of agony spikes up my leg. Frowning, Nico moves to support me, pushing me back onto the sofa with a firm hand.

"Take it easy. I'll carry you." He reassures me, getting up to stretch out his rippling muscles, his bones cracking audibly as he does so, the sheer size of him made more apparent than ever in the small confines of the safe house. The three of us can only watch in awe at the sight of the werewolf tensing and flexing some of his more painful muscles, eyes naturally drawn to him. Noticing our stares, Nico lifts an eyebrow.

"What?" He asks, looking at us all in turn, clearly confused.

"Nothing." We all say in unison, looking away again until he's finished, at which point he comes over to me and scoops me into his arms again.

"Ok, let's go." Dwayne proposes, leading the way out of the safe house and to the ladder leading up to the abandoned gas station above, where Nico briefly hands me to Paul so he can climb up and take me from him again when he's made it through the opening. Once the three of us are out in the open again, we start walking in the direction of the Bluff, Nico following on after Dwayne and Paul, who are going much faster than him, despite his broader stride, due to their nervous disposition. Neither of them say a word, choosing instead to focus on getting where they need to be, navigating the darkened surroundings with ease, using their heightened senses to the best of their ability. 

As we walk, however, I become increasingly aware of Nico tensing behind me, the werewolf becoming warrier with each step, his grip on me incredibly tight as he moves along behind the vampires. The werewolf's head twitches in each direction every now and then, listening out for any tell tale sounds, though I can tell from the set of his jaw that he has not heard anything.

"What's wrong?" I ask him softly, worried at his behaviour.

"It's too quiet, I don't trust it." He says, looking down at me momentarily.

I frown, tensing my own muscles as I realise he's right: the surroundings are silent, not a sound to be heard for miles around except the footsteps of the three walking beings, the air laced with secrecy, my gut starting to wrench as my instincts start screaming at me to run. Before I can say anything, however, I notice that we've arrived at the Bluff, the raging sea audible from here as the cool breeze blows harshly around us.

Instantly, the two vampires run forwards into the light fog that surrounds the top of the cliff, something which I've never seen before up here, both of them eager to see their friends. Nico is more hesitant to follow, only just stepping into the mist to avoid continuing on into what could be certain doom. As he does so, I catch sight of two familiar figures standing at the crest of the cliff, looking as if they are waiting for us, their features obscured by the fog, though their silhouettes are very recognisable: David and Marko.

With cries of relief, Dwayne and Paul run towards the other vampires, only to slow down when neither of the others reciprocate the movement, both of them remaining stock still. Paul and Dwayne come to a halt, calling out their friends' names, only to be met with silence, something finally clicking in my mind.

"Shit, they used gas. Cover your face, now!" I yell out to them, aware now that we've been duped into feeling safe. Nico growls and steps back, his head twisting frantically from side to side, eyes flashing amber as Dwayne and Paul turn to face us, clearly confused. As they do so, two audible whooshing noises are heard, grunts of surprised pain escaping the vampires as crossbow bolts suddenly appear, protruding from their stomachs, blood erupting from the new wounds as they look at each other, then at me, terror clouding their eyes momentarily before they collapse to the floor, unmoving.

"No!" I scream out, wishing I could go to them, horror flooding me like a burning acid, fear and panic shredding any rational thought I had beforehand, my body writhing in Nico's grip.

"(Y/n) we have to go! Come on!" The werewolf says to me, sounding oddly aggrieved and reluctant to do so, clearly regretful that we have to leave them behind, only for a yelp of pain to fall off his own tongue, his eyes widening as he looks down at the silver knife in his chest. Staggering, he tries to hold me up, only to awkwardly fall to his knees, dropping me in front of him as his hands clutch at the bloody wound in his chest, his breathing heavy and ragged, the light leaving his eyes as he looks over at me one more time, before he drops to the floor, his muscular body soon going still.

"No, no, no! Nico please wake up! Please! Come on, this can't be happening! Oh, god, please wake up!" I shriek out, tears suddenly finding their way out onto my cheeks, coursing down my face as I sob into the bloodied shirt of my best friend, clutching at him as if I can bring him back.

"And this, my dear, is precisely the reason why you are no longer suitable for your job." A cold, snake-like voice cajoles me from somewhere behind me, the sound inciting a feeling of anger deep inside me, "You know the rules."

"Fuck off." I spit, turning to face the newcomer, keeping a grip on Nico's limp body.

"Now, now, there's no need to be vulgar." She chides me, coming closer, though her features are obscured by the presence of a gas mask. I know exactly who it is without needing to see her, however, and my suspicions are only confirmed when she makes a hand signal and the gas is switched off, the fog gradually clearing.

"I'll be vulgar if I want to be." I snarl back at her, glowering defensively at her as she removes her mask.

"Maybe around the scum you consort with, but not with your superiors." Valentine Fletcher commands, her pale, gaunt features highlighted harshly in the light from the tower just past the Bluff, each alabaster plane of skin cast in a bluish hue. Her pallid hair is swept up into a tight bun, her piercing heterochromatic eyes fixed sharply on me as she nears, "Plus, if you behave yourself, your friends might stand a chance of surviving."

At this, I frown and look ober where she is pointing, my heart dropping even further when I see what it is. 

David and Marko are tied to respective chairs, their legs staked to the seats with their eyes covered in what I can only assume are holy-water soaked blindfolds, blood staining their skin and hair, their heads bowed to their chests. Behind them stands a line of black-clad Hunters, their faces masked, too, to ward off any remaining effects of the gas. Horrified, I look back at Valentine, who smiles at the look on my face.

"Well? Can we discuss things in a civil manner?" She chuckles mockingly.

Part Fifteen

[miss-dr-reid]

This is calm, and it's, Doctor #6

A little something different for this one.

~Spencer's POV~

After I ordered the food to be delivered, I turned around to see y/n had disappeared from her perch on the stool. I walked around the bench, looked down the hall and saw no movement. I walked over to the lounge and found her resting, looking so peaceful.

Her face looked soft, lips parted slightly. Her arms cuddled the cushion tocher chest while her legs were called up, fitting into the lounge. Not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber, I grabbed a book and sat at the table behind her. I sat on the side of the table that allowed me to see her face whenever I looked up from my book.

She was so beautiful in so many ways. In the week I've known her, I've noticed myself wanting to be around her as much as possible. She was so smart, but humble enough that she never really corrected anyone if that hadn't called her 'Doctor', so much so, that maybe people didn't even realise.

I looked up from my book as she stirred, taking in a deep breath, smacking her lips to get her quietly as she exhaled. My heart skipped a beat as I watched. After a while of reading, there was a knock on the door, 'Dinner', I thought as I walked over and opened the door.

Happy to see my dinner in the hands of the delivery man, I handed him a $10 tip and he went on his way. I closed the door and popped the bag onto the bench. I unpacked by he bag on the bench, ensuring everything was there b

"Vegetable omelette, fried rice, beef and black bean..." Quietly listing them to myself as I set them in the bench, followed by the complimentary prawn chips. I headed over for the lounge.

"Y/N," I kneeled next to her on the ground, "y/n, dinner is here." I tapped her hand which was wrapped around her wrist, holding her arms together.

One eye popped open slightly, looking at me.

"Dinner?" Her voice, a whisper.

"Yeah!" I confirmed. She grabbed my hand, surprising me. I hadn't realised that I had rested mine on hers after waking her. She used me to help herself up, throwing her feet to the ground, yawning and stretching.

I got up and walked back to the kitchen, grabbing plates and cutlery for each of us. Y/N took the stool where she had been before laying down. I took the one next to her, handing over the plate and cutlery I got for her. Her face screwed up as I handed over the cutlery.

"What?" I asked, thinking something was wrong. She picked up the fork I had given her,

"A fork? Do you have chopsticks?" She asking, faking offence.

I grabbed out the complimentary ones from the bottom of the bag and gave them to her. Satisfied with her utensils, she proceeded to pour some of each dish onto her plate.

"You gonna eat those?" She gestured toward the prawn chips. I shook my head, sliding them her way. She happily accepted them, opening the bag and diving right in. I watched as she pulled out chips, inspecting each one. After watching for a while, I reduced that she was looking for 'bowl-shaped' chips so she could pile as much food onto it as possible.

I let out a little laugh as I realised. I was so intrigued in how she chose to are, I couldn't help but watch. As much as it usually revolted me, I was too invested to stop. After picking the perfect chip, scooping as much food onto it as possible, she'd try eat it all in one go.

"You right?" She asked, snapping me out of my trance I hadn't realised I was in. Her eyes watched my face as I nodded, not knowing what to say.

"I- I've never seen anyone eat like that." was all I could manage.

"I'm not just anyone, Spence." She joked, wiggling her eyebrows and elbowing my arm. I faked an injury, grabbing my arm with an "Ow!". Even though 'Spence' was a nickname used my most people I know, the way Y/N says it makes it sound so good. And, when she calls me 'Doctor', something happens inside me, I can't even describe it. The thought of her saying my name makes my heart race.

We finished eating dinner and I wanted the few dishes we had messed, Y/N watched me Street I had declined her offer of help. I noticed her watching my hands, and looking up to my face every now and then, her own face resting on her propped up hand.

Once I was done, I dried my hands on the tea towel that was in the bench. I took the couple of steps over to the bench opposite Y/N. Leaning on my elbows, I looked over her face, her eyes slightly droopy, but not necessarily tired, I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Spence..." she said soft and slightly hoarse, "can we listen to some music?"

"Oh yeah. I have a Google Home, so, to for it." I told her.

"Hey Google," she started, "Play 'Moo' by Doja Cat." She called, a smirk filling her lips. I was confused, so I focused on Google.

"Bitch, I'm a cow." It started. I was taken aback and Y/N laughed, quickly changing the song.

"Hey Google, play 'Crazy Little thing called Love." She hopped off the stool and walked to the empty area between the bench and table.

The song started and she started dancing. Her voice filled the room, full of passion. I was enjoying watching her perform until she gestured for me to join her. I shook my head, stiffening at the idea of dancing.

"Please Spence, it'll loosen you up, and we all need to chill out." She almost begged, fluttering her eyelashes, while holding her arms out toward me, a grabbing motion played on her fingers.

Seeing this side of Y/N was strange, but comforting. The entire time I had known her, she was always serious. Happy to have a laugh, but never too much fun. I unwillingly obliged only because I wanted to see her smile again, and she did as I stated toward her.

She didn't get my hands like o thought she would, instead she swayed her body in time with the music causing me to follow along. I did enjoy this more than I was expecting to. I think, because of her. She was singing, dancing and almost performing a whole concert.

She stopped in her tracks, smirking at me as she called for Google to play another song.

#Where have all the good men gone

and where are all the gods?

Where's the streetwise Hercules

To fight the rising odds#

She sang along, hitting every note, I was in awe. After the song, she decided one okay change was necessary. The music changed to the artist 'Bruno Mars', her body language changed. She went from partying and jumping around, to smooth fluid, alluring moves.

"Got anything to drink?" Her voice, breaking my thoughts one more time, "Anything adult?" She emphasised.

Thinking for a second, I did have some whiskey that I was gifted and never drank. I grabbed the bottle bedroom the top shelf of an overhead cupboard. I collected a glass from another, scooped some ice from the freezer, and poured out a drink into the glass, sliding the glass over to her across the bench.

She took it, sniffed it, swirled it and took a sip. She swallowed it all up after getting a taste, tapping the glass on the counter and with her best western accent,

"Another, barkeep!" She mustered out. I poured another, and she downed it. She got up to resume her dancing. I put the lid on the bottle and left it on the bench.

I walked around and sat on the stool, enjoying watching her sing and dance, relaxing as the drinks styles in her system. She danced for a while, eventually joining me as I wandered over to the lounge. She brought the whiskey, her glass and one for me. Not being a big drinker, I declined. She didn't press but left the glass on the coffee table in front of us.

"I guess you're staying tonight?" I asked, watching her pour another drink.

"Oh, shit!" She stopped, looking up at me, "Spence, I'm sorry! I can go- I- I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you don't want me here!" Worry in her voice as she realised there had been no official invitation for her to stay. She didn't need one. I was over the moon to have company that wasn't my brain and numerous books.

"No, you're not going anywhere. I have some spare clothes that I'm sure will fit you if you feel like changing. Please, Y/N, you are more than welcome to stay tonight and whenever else you'd like to." I assured her, placing my hand on my shoulder, only removing it once she relaxed.

She let out a breathy sigh and laid back against the lounge, exhaling deeply. Her hands grabbed each side of her face and pulled down slowly until they teachers her chin.

"I would love to get changed." She whispered and rolled her head to look at me.

I tilted my head so it was same angle as hers,

"Come on." I reached for her hand, she smiled at me as she took it in hers. She trailed closely behind as I led her to my room. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off, and she kicked than back and forth.

I opened my wardrobe and rifled through the racks, finding an old plain grey tee. I took it out and laid it next to her on the bed. Y/N's hand ran over it as I dove back in to my wardrobe. I found a pair of darker grey tracks and laid them on top of the shirt.

"There's a spare towel hanging in the bathroom if you'd like to shower. I'll be in the loungeroom, reading most likely." I spoke, putting my hands in my pockets, shifting from heel to toe not wanting to leave.

Her looked me up and down, with raised eyebrows. When she got back to my face, she glanced between me and the door.

"Oh, right!" I spun on my heels and left, closing the door behind me. "Idiot. You work together. What do you even want from her!?" I asked myself once I was out of earshot.

Entering the loungeroom, music was still playing. A new song came on and I decided to listen to it, trying to get an idea of the music Y/N likes.

#I found a love, for me# I clicked on the lyrics tab of the Google Home screen.

#Darling, just dive right in

Follow my lead# I hadn't realised that I had started swaying to the song.

Arms wrapped around my waist, a face rested on my back. I stiffened at the sudden touch. I turned, Y/N only loosened her grip enough for me to spin around. She looked up at me, smiling contently. Her arms still wrapped around my waist, she rested her face on my chest. She started swaying, causing us both to sway. I rested my arms over her shoulders, one hand on top of her head, under my chin.

As we were swaying, she shifted her arms from my waist to my shoulders, my arms from her shoulders to her waist. Her fingers made their way up my neck and to the back of my head, playing with the curls that day there. My hands responded, rubbing her back slowly up and down.

I wanted to hold her there forever. To kiss the top of her head. To pick her up and just hold her.

But, we work together. We're friends, mates. It can't happen. She doesn't even like me like that.

His can't happen.... Right?