#I remember watching it and being ok I’m done with this show

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Truth or Dare

Pazzi (paige x azzi)

warnings: mention of sexual content, sexual tension, sex positions, grinding, lap dance, mention of kinks

MDNI

wc: 3.4k

It was a Friday night, in which Geno gave the team the day off for team bonding. Some of the girls thought well what better way to spend it than playing some games?

KK texted in the group chat,

Huzzkies🫦🏀

KK: Day off + team bonding = meet in Azzi and Ice’s dorm at 7 tn… bring food, drinks, and vibes🫡

Ice: I wasn’t aware my room volunteered itself

Azzi: Yeah now I have to clean bitch

Nika: LFG I’m down

Carol: You’re up to something aren’t you??

KK: …Let’s just say, what happens in the dorm stays in the dorm😏

Paige: Carol, KK is always up to something

Jana: Y’all wild

(Hearted by the rest of the team)

It was supposed to be a simple night—drinks, food, maybe some Dance Moms that Ice has been obsessing over—but KK had other plans.

The girls all trickled in slowly with snacks, stuff for dirty Shirley's, and lots of TruFru. They ordered pizza and clicked the episode of Dance Moms Ice was currently in the middle of while they all ate.

Azzi was in the kitchen making her plate and a drink while everyone chilled in the living room. She thought she was alone until she felt a warm presence come up behind her and rest her head on her shoulder—Paige. Azzi turned her head to look at her,

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah.. just wondering what KK is plotting”

Azzi giggled, “She’s so immature”

Paige smiled and lifted her head from Azzi’s shoulder, “Need help carrying stuff over?”

Azzi smiled softly at Paige’s offer, “Sure, thank you”

Paige helped her carry her food and drink over while looking for a place to sit. Everyone had pretty much taken up the furniture—except for the small loveseat that was definitely not big enough for the two of them. Paige sat the food on the side table while Azzi held her drink watching her. She sat down in the chair spreading her legs comfortably and patted her thighs while looking up at Azzi, “Come here.”

Azzi didn’t argue or even give it a second thought. She smiled and plopped herself right on to Paige’s lap with her legs draped over Paige’s thighs. Their teammates all gave looks, but never said a thing. Just small side eyes to each other and smirks from across the room.

The two have always been clingy and touchy with each other. It’s just known to the team that they are like that. What the pair doesn’t know is the team has already secretly planned their wedding and made bets on when the two will profess their love for each other. Until then, the two best friends just flirt with each other, brushing it off as “their dynamic”—while silently wishing the other knew their feelings.

Eventually everyone was done eating and started to get antsy after the episode ended. KK straightened up looking around, “Alright how bout we play some games now!”

Caroline rolled her eyes, “KK your games are never just games”

Nika laughed, “Yeah last time we did something like this, I couldn’t remember my name the next morning from being so shitfaced”

KK scoffed, “Ok well that’s because you wouldn’t answer any questions! This is gonna be better, trust”

Ash waved her hand, “Go on”

KK smiled devilishly, “OK so it’s a mix of spin the bottle and truth or dare. Rules are simple: spin the bottle and whoever it lands on gets to pick truth or dare. If you don’t answer or complete the dare then you drink… drink can be of your choosing, you’re welcome, Nika.” Nika rolled her eyes playfully.

Azzi adjusted herself on Paige slightly, “I’m in”

Paige tickled the sliver of Azzi’s stomach that was showing making the younger girl giggle, “Fine I’ll play”

KK clapped dramatically, “Yay, the parents have spoken!”

The group laughed and all scooted closer. Ice grabbed an empty bottle from the kitchen and placed it in the middle. KK spun the bottle first and it landed on Ash.

KK rubbed her hands together like she was starving, “Truth or dare Ash”

“Uhh truth I guess”

“Ugh ok fine we’ll start off easy.. what is your guilty pleasure movie?”

Ash blushes slightly, “Hmm.. probably Fifty Shades of Grey”

Aaliyah chokes on her drink, “Damn Ash, I didn’t know you were down like that”

Ash and the group laugh as she spun the bottle which landed on Nika.

“Truth or dare”

“Dare”

“I dare you to send Nahiem a nude and then tell us his response.”

Nika throws her head back knowing he’s with his family right now, “Oh my fucking god. Fine.”

A few moments later her eyes widened at his response. The group yells at her to read it.

Nika blushed while reading, “You gonna show me how you took that pic later or what, ma?”

Jana stood up and clapped while others whistled and laughed. Nika shook her head and spun the bottle, which landed on Azzi.

“Truth or dare”

“Truth. Make it count” she said while smirking.

And Nika did just that, “What’s a big kink of yours, Az?”

Azzi’s face went red and she covered her mouth with her hand, “You freak” she murmured.

“Umm.. I mean I’m into spitting.”

The room went silent for a second.

“OH MY GOD”

“BITCH YOU‘RE CRAZY”

A few of the girls said while a chorus of laughter and “oohs” went around the room. Paige tried to hide her smirk, making a mental note of this fact. She pulled Azzi closer to her, leaning in so only she could hear, “What that mouth do tho mama?”

Azzi smacked Paige’s thigh giving her a glare, “Now I’ve got you curious, don’t I?”

Paige just smirked at her with that same confident look she always had. Azzi leaned forward to spin the bottle, making her ass push right up against Paige—which she may have done purposefully. Paige looked down briefly but not before Carol could say, “Eyes up Bueckers.”

Paige’s face went red and she flipped Carol off. Carol just smirked like the rest of the group but Azzi only smiled, not giving in to the satisfaction of turning around to look at her. Azzi’s spin landed on Ice.

“Truth or Dare Isuneh?”

“Truth, Princess”

Azzi narrowed her eyes at her and tilted her head, “Craziest place you’ve had sex?”

Ice giggled knowing her answer immediately, “Your room”

“What the fuck Ice!”

Ice was wheezing now, “I’m kidding! Gampel bathroom at half time.”

“Bro, how is that even possible?” Aaliyah asked.

Ice sighed dramatically, “Let’s just say anything is possible when he lasts two minutes.”

That got the room cackling. KK was bent over from laughing so hard, “I know you did not just say that”

She sighs, “Unfortunately.”

Ice spun the bottle and the game went around the circle for a while. Some girls refused to answer the out of pocket questions and do the crazy dares people came up with, in turn making them extra tipsy (maybe more than that). Eventually it got around to Paige. Aaliyah was the one who had spun and her face lit up when it landed on Paige.

“Truth or Dare Buckets?”

Paige smiled, “Dare”

Aaliyah smirked knowing she saved this one for one of the lovebirds.

“I dare you to demonstrate your favorite sex position with the person of the group’s choosing”

Paige’s stomach immediately got butterflies while her jaw hung open. Azzi tried not to have too much of a reaction but when the group noticed her face flushed all pink, they all pointed at her.

“Azzi you got this one girl!”

“Yeah you don’t want her to have to drink more do you?”

Her mind started racing, but before she could get too lost in her thoughts she felt two hands circle around her waist. Paige leaned near her ear, “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Az. I’ll take a shot so fast I sw—”

Azzi cut her off with a soft smile that she only reserved for Paige, “It’s okay, I wanna do it.”

Paige didn’t have time to let those words or their meaning settle before she was pulled up by Azzi.

“Show me whatcha got P”

Paige could feel her face get darker by the second with all the eyes on her. Azzi leaned in a little closer to Paige, “Focus on me. It’s just me.”

But that was the issue. It’s Azzi—her best friend, her soulmate, her person—who she is in love with but can’t seem to get the guts to tell her.

Paige took a short breath and nodded, searching Azzi’s face for any sign of hesitation. All she saw was.. excitement from Azzi.

Paige smirked a little and said to no one in particular, “I don’t have much experience (she actually had only had sex one time but it was uncomfortable and didn’t satisfy her, but the group didn’t need to know that) but this one is an intimate one.”

Azzi tried to keep a neutral face, but as she looked around the room she saw the whole team leaning in with smirks and raised eye brows like this was a telenovela. Azzi locked eyes with Ice and mouthed “Die.” Ice just chuckled, continuing to watch the scene unfold.

Paige sat on the floor with her back against the chair with her legs spread. She motioned to Azzi to sit down, “Sit on my lap and face away from me.”

Azzi did as she was told, trying to ignore the sudden heat rising in her stomach. She gripped Paige’s thigh subconsciously, just as something to hold on to, but Paige took it as a different sign. “We can stop if you want,” she said while looking Azzi in the eye with caution, care, and something else Azzi couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Azzi smiled softly, nodding “I’m ok, I want you to keep going.”

The whole team was entertained at this point, eyes locked and leaning forward.

Azzi now sat on Paige’s lap with her back to her chest. In a low voice really only for Azzi to hear, Paige continued, “Alright now spread your legs for me and pull your knees up”

She obeyed and Paige wrapped her hands around Azzi’s thighs, rubbing soft circles on them. Azzi tilted her head back to look at Paige for the first time in a minute. She would be lying to herself if she said she’s never dreamed about being with Paige like this, but she’s just never wanted to ruin anything good in her friendship with her.

Paige smiled at her like she always smiles at Azzi—eyes sparkling, flushed face, quiet confidence. Then she turned to the group and added nonchalantly, "Preferably we’d be in front of a mirror and she’d be riding a strap.”

Azzi’s breath hitched as Paige turned her head back to her. She was still smiling, but it was softer now.

The group stayed silent, with their jaws on the floor and on the edge of their seats.

Eventually KK says, “Ash here’s your real life person version of Fifty Shades”

Nika cackled and added, “Even I’m wet from watching that”

The group all choked and wheezed for a good two minutes. However Paige and Azzi stayed rooted in the position they were in, still frozen and shocked while looking at each other. The laughter died down a bit and Azzi let her legs fall closed while returning her attention to in front of her, not before Paige caught the subtle smirk on her face. The two got up and sat back in the seat in their original position of Azzi in Paige’s lap.

Paige spun the bottle which landed on Jana.

“Truth or Dare Miss Egyptian queen?”

“Truth”

“What’s your body count?”

“Easy, zero” Jana deadpanned.

Paige rolled her eyes and Azzi giggled.

“Alright my turn,” Jana said excitedly.

She spun the bottle and of course, it lands on Azzi.

Aaliyah laughs from the corner of the room, “Truth or dare Azeray.. choose wisely.”

Azzi tapped her finger to her chin like she was debating what to have for dinner, “Dare.”

“Mmm feisty, I like it” Jana said

“I dare you to give the person of the group’s choosing a lap dance.”

Azzi wasn’t sure if she heard that right, “I’m sorry what?”

“You heard me” Jana said with a knowing smirk.

The group all laughed then said, “Paige!” in unison.

Paige’s face immediately turned a shade of crimson and dragged a hand down her face. Azzi closed her eyes and took a deep breath realizing what kind of night KK intended for this to be—messy.

“I’m drinking,” Azzi said plainly.

The group immediately busted out into protests,

“WHAT NO!”

“Nah you’re lame”

“C’mon Azzi!”

Paige said in disbelief but with a glint of mischief, “Nah y’all crazy for that one… unless,” she said grinning up at Azzi.

Azzi turned around with a gasp, “Not you ganging up on me too”

Paige giggled but softened her gaze silently telling Azzi she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t wanna do.

Azzi stared into those big blue eyes and realized she actually wanted to feed into the chaos.

“Fuck it” she said while standing up.

“Wait actually?” Paige said a little too fast and very eagerly.

“Yep. Stand up.”

Paige grinned from ear to ear, “Mmm yes ma’am”

Azzi shook her head at the older girl’s antics but couldn’t stop her own smile from crossing her face.

Azzi went and grabbed the chair from her vanity in her room and pulled it into the circle of the team.

“Sit,” she said while patting the back of the chair.

Paige did as Azzi said and ignored the comment from Ice saying, “If she told you to bark you’d do it.”

Paige sat down and looked over at KK who was on her phone with a smirk, scrolling. A Brent Faiyaz song started coming from her phone speaker and everyone started howling. Azzi ignored the group, but actually appreciated the background noise as it made it less awkward on her part.

Azzi circled the chair in a slow and smooth rhythm, eyes on Paige the entire time. Paige knew this was what KK meant by “what happens in the dorm stays in the dorm” so before anything could happen she looked around the room and said with a serious face, “If you post these videos anywhere I will actually kill you.”

The group laughed and Paige looked back up at Azzi. Azzi could see the hesitation all over her face. She leaned down to Paige’s ear and whispered, “I will stop if you tell me to, just focus on me remember?.”

Paige nodded while giving her a shy smile. Azzi placed her hands on Paige’s shoulders, slowly running them lower down her chest while breathing down her neck. Paige could immediately feel slick start pooling in her underwear and her breaths coming out short. She closed her eyes trying to hide from the embarrassment but Azzi was quick to say in a low voice, “Paige I want you to watch me.”

Paige opened her eyes that were half-lidded and tried to control her breathing. Azzi had made her way around now standing in front of Paige. Azzi bit her lip as she lifted her leg and climbed into Paige’s lap. Paige had just had her hands resting in her lap not knowing what to do with them and only wanting to do what Azzi said. Azzi saw her fingers twitching and waiting to be given instructions. Without saying a word, Azzi took Paige’s hands and rested them on her hips under her tank top.

The team had been videoing the whole thing so far, still with the music playing and everyone’s baffled faces in the background.

Azzi rested her own hands on Paige’s shoulders and leaned in so her mouth was by her ear, “Can you relax for me P? I got you, just wanna make you feel good.”

Paige pulled her bottom lip between her teeth while squeezing Azzi’s hips tighter. Azzi took this as a sign to keep going. Azzi started her movements, keeping eye contact with Paige the whole time. She started grinding slowly, keeping in mind they still have an audience. She moved her hips in precise circles right over Paige’s core, which was now soaking at this point. Azzi wasn’t doing much better, despite the collected look she had on her face.

Azzi kept grinding at the steady pace, but leaned back slightly only holding one of Paige’s shoulders now and the other holding the side of the chair. This gave Paige a better view of Azzi’s body and that damn belly button piercing she’s never gotten over. Azzi leaned back just enough to the point where Paige slid her hands down to grab Azzi’s ass, just in case she fell back as Paige claimed.

Paige kept her eyes on Azzi, every so often dipping her gaze to her lips. Azzi smiled when she saw Paige’s eyes on her lips which in turn made Paige smile back even wider. At this point they both had taken enough shots earlier in the game to feel a warm buzz that made them feel looser. They were just starting to have fun with each other now.

Azzi moved her body back forward now so she was flush against Paige’s chest. Paige didn’t move her hands from Azzi’s ass, but instead squeezed tighter. Azzi let out a soft whimper only really loud enough for Paige to hear. Paige groaned loudly at this with a toothy grin and slapped Azzi’s ass hard. Azzi halted her grinding and hid her face in Paige’s neck. They both broke into giggles at this and the group immediately turned to chaos.

KK jumped up from her chair running circles screaming

Jana immediately sent her video to the group chat with the words, “Mom and dad gettin naughty🙈”

Nika started rolling on the ground with her hands covering her eyes

Carol announced, “Alright I’ve seen enough porn for tonight.. I’m gonna head out!”

The rest of the group jumped up from their spot getting the memo as well. Even Ice piped up, “I’m staying with Ash tonight!”

Azzi had not moved her head from the crook of Paige’s neck, now realizing how far they had taken it. But she wasn’t embarrassed out of regret, she was slightly embarrassed because she didn’t regret grinding all over Paige in front of her entire team. Paige didn’t move either. She cradled Azzi’s head and held her lower back. Only when she heard the door click and complete silence after her teammates left, did she shift. Paige tapped ass to get her attention.

“Az”

“I can’t look at you”

Paige giggled softly, “Well I’m gonna need you to look at me mama. It’s just us now”

Azzi slowly moved back and lifted her head but still didn’t make eye contact yet. Paige saw her face was warm and flushed. She cradled Azzi’s face with her hands guiding her to look up. Azzi finally looked at her and smiled shyly. Paige just kept looking at her, eyes filled with all the unspoken feelings that have been simmering for far too long.

“What?” Azzi said feeling exposed and seen.

Paige didn’t say anything, she brushed a curl out of Azzi’s face and caressed her finger over her jaw. Paige looked down at Azzi’s lips then back up at her eyes. She thought about everything she could say, but all that needed to be said was, “I’m so in love with you.”

Azzi’s breath hitched and her lips were slightly parted, not expecting Paige to say that. “Are you sure it’s not just the effects of the lap dance talking?”

Paige chuckled at this and inched her face closer, “Baby, I wouldn’t have done anything we did tonight with anyone else. I love you. And I’ve been too scared to say that for some stupid reason. I guess I was worried you didn’t feel the same or that it could ruin our friendship.”

“I love you too P”

“Good… wanna show me some more moves?” Paige asked smirking.

“Depends.. will you demonstrate some more of yours?” Azzi countered with her eyes brows raised.

Paige laughed and tilted her head before leaning in and connecting with Azzi’s lips. The kiss wasn’t rushed like their actions earlier, but slow—purposeful. They stayed like that for a minute, then Azzi pulled back.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth before running her tongue over it. Then she asked in a low, rough voice, “Can we go to my room now?”

Paige smiled genuinely and nodded softly at the curly haired girl. She grabbed the back of Azzi’s legs and lifted her up while standing and took them to Azzi’s room, where they would finally share the love they’ve been feeling.

[eureka-its-zico]

Residuals Pt 3

Ongoing Series

Synopsis: You and Robby spent seven long years together until the day it ended. You’ve done your best to create space; to become invisible. You can’t miss what you don’t see. Unfortunately, the universe (Gloria and the Board of Directors) seemed to have missed the memo.

Pairing: Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch x Reader

Genre: Established previous relationship, slight age gap (by about 15 years give or take), a little bit of tension mixed in with a little bit of hate yearning, cause she’s a saucy angsty fic ok

A/N: Screaming at the top of my lungs because you have all been so incredibly lovely and sweet. I appreciate every single one of your comments, reblogs, and your excitement over this spur-of-the-moment series idea. Honestly, I can gush forever. Thank you! This chapter is centered around a little extra backstory on their relationship (briefly). I noticed it's around ep. 4 when everything starts popping off in the show (and I have scenes already pre-written cause I’m excited!) so I hope the story stays entertaining and true to showing slow insights into characters, their flaws, and being human. As always, I hope you all enjoy this next chapter. Much Love. Jenn

Thank you to the bestie @viridian-dagger for humoring me and checking all of my work. Thank you for helping keep me sane.

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You remembered with agonizing clarity the last day you’d seen Robby. You could recall down to the very marrow of the hour how you’d watched him grab his backpack and head out the door. 

If you weren't careful, your subconscious loved to dredge that particular memory up in frequent rotation. 

If you weren’t careful, always on mental high alert, the memories came violently to the forefront demanding that you remember what it felt like to walk the halls of your home in nothing but his shirts. It had you up late in the middle of the night writing a list of all the achingly obvious differences between the empty bed you now slept in and the one you’d shared with him. How his large frame curled against your back or how his nose pressed into the crook of your neck before he woke you, trailing kisses down your collarbone. 

Sometimes, Robby held you so tight you’d jokingly ask if he was trying to morph together like The Thing. 

You’d gotten used to the quiet in your home. The lack of security knowing another person was there. You’d learned to portion down your meals, so you didn’t make some on accident for two, or three when Jake was home for the week. You did laundry less and didn’t have to fold as much. There was no one to help you build furniture or tear it down. The trash was handled by you and only you. Dishes sat questionably for longer in the sink than they should’ve. There were no hands on your hips to keep you steady as you demanded to be an independent woman and use the step ladder to change broken fixtures and lightbulbs. No car rides with blues gently playing through the speakers with his hand on your thigh. 

No. You were reminded every minute of every day since you’d left of what you lost. What you chose to leave behind.

The day you left you’d waited in the hall. In the past, before the pandemic, before the world went to shit and stopped making sense, Robby waited for you to send him off. You’d bring him his backpack full of protein bars, a homemade sub sandwich (if he ever got to it), and instant coffee packets when he didn’t. The moment you were close enough for him to grab - to touch - Robby would reach for you. 

Before Robby, you didn’t know what it felt like to be worshipped; to be craved and wanted so badly that they couldn’t wait for the moment they could touch you. The safety of trusting someone because they loved you without pretense allows you to be comfortable enough to be good, bad, weird, and everything in between. 

“You’re my favorite person.” He’d told you this randomly, while you’d both been curled up on the couch. Your cheek pressed against his chest. You heard the slight change in rhythm before he spoke. It was an answer to a question you’d asked weeks ago. One he refused to answer because “What are we in junior high?” 

You didn’t believe in fairytales or the idea of perfect relationships. You believed in what someone’s actions said about them when they tried to cover them up with words. You didn’t know what it was like to have someone choose you, all of you, until Robby. 

Whenever he had the chance, Robby was always touching you - light traces of fingers that drew aimless doodles in your skin while he read. His hand glided across your back as he passed you in the kitchen or the hallways at work. Once Robby learned how much you loved having his hands on you, he found ways to use them all the time - in ways that made you feel secure and others that were far from innocent. 

But out of everything, Robby always made sure you were taken care of and, most of all, loved. 

Usually, when Robby departed from the house, he used his large frame to crowd into your space. Possessive hands snaked around your waist to pull you flush against him. Every time, like clockwork, you eagerly respond to his touch. Your neck already falling back just enough for his mouth to slate over yours.

Those memories of better days, days where you didn’t have to question if he still loved you, are what made the last day so hard. You stood there, silently hoping that he would turn around. That Robby would just stop putting in his air pods, looking everywhere but at you, and finally acknowledge you. You didn’t want your last fight to be what you remembered - the words you’d hurled at one another with tired vehemence the final thing you heard. 

You just wanted him to love you like he used to. But the problem was, you weren’t sure if you could love him how you used to anymore either. 

“I think you should take Kiara up on her offer, Michael. You need to speak with someone even if it isn’t her.”

“Jesus,” he huffed. A hand scrubbed at his face before latching behind his head. His eyes screwed tight as if he could simply blink the conversation away. “Here we fucking go again.”

“Yes, here we go again. We wouldn't have to keep doing this merry-go-round around the issue if you would just admit - “

“Admit what?” His voice rose in challenge, and it took every ounce of you not to return it. “You seem to want me to say I’m broken so you don’t have to be the only one.”

“That’s bullshit,” you scoffed, pushing your dinner plate further down the table. 

You weren’t hungry anymore.

“It’s not bullshit! I’m not the only one in this room who won’t be honest with themselves.”

“That’s real rich coming from you, Michael. If you think that’s true, look me in my eyes and admit you don’t feel some type of way since he passed. And I never once fucking said that you were broken - “

“That’s the point! You don’t have to. I can see it in the way you look at me. The way you talk to me. It’s like no matter what the fuck I say you don’t believe me. You just want me to be depressed like - “

“Like what, Michael.”

The room went glacial cold. Your eyes turned to slits as you waited for him to finish his sentence. A piece of you prayed he didn’t because you didn’t know how much more you could take before you finally broke. 

“Like you,” he sighed, voice defeated as if he hated saying it as much as you hated hearing it. “You haven’t been the same since -”

“Shut up.”

“- it happened and I’m sorry. I - I wish I’d been there - “

“I said shut up! Jesus, just stop talking!” 

The venom in your voice was toxic. It had your arm lashing out and shoving the plate of food off the table. The sound of tableware clattering and glass breaking dimmed the flash of anger enough to be embarrassed at your outburst. You hadn’t meant to do it. Just like you hadn’t meant to do a lot of things since Adamson passed, since the pandemic, and…since you received the news. 

It was written plainly in the silence held between you. The unspoken depression from two different spectrums left you both unable to help the other. Neither of you knew how to bridge the gap your stubbornness bred.

Doctors were historically the worst patients because of that very reason. Pride. You used to believe Robby and you didn’t share an ounce of it between you, but you’d been wrong. You forgot you were both human and flawed.   

“I just want to help you, Michael. Please. Ever since Adamson passed and - and what happened - “

“He doesn’t have anything to do with what happened! What happened fucking happened because it’s nature. It’s - it just wasn’t our time. You’ve got to stop beating yourself up for something you have no control over. How many times have we told our patients this?” Robby looked up from his hands and you wished he hadn’t. His watery eyes were close to spilling; the tsunami of pain was all-consuming and when he whispered your name before he spoke again, you wanted to shatter. “You’re killing yourself from the inside out with this self-hatred.”

How many times have you been told that exact thing? It was an unfortunate natural process. It just ‘happened’. Every word is sterile and scientific which makes you feel less and less like a person. And what about the news that came after? Was that natural too? 

Maybe you were the one who was broken.

“Adamson happened too, and you haven’t been the same since we lost him. You’re on edge more, Mike. You snap at work and home. You’re closed off. You’re so desperate to put it under the rug that we only focus on me? Bring up my faults so we can bury yours.”

A sneer pulled up his lips as he turned away from you. His eyes scan over the shelves and furniture in the room - looking everywhere but at you. 

“You just want to help me? That’s what you keep feeding yourself but in reality, you just want me to be who I was before this. I don’t know if I can be that man again and when I tell you that, you act like a fucking child going around slamming doors.” Shame flushed up your face, turning your cheeks red with embarrassment. You’d done that and worse. You thought you could wait whatever this was out until it got better. But it wasn’t better. It was worse and you were so, so tired. “You want to focus on me but what about you?”

“You aren’t the only one hurting - that lost someone. You left me! You fucking left me to deal with it all on my own. Where the fuck were you when I needed you?”

“I’ve been right here with you!” Robby shouted back. “I’m right here with you, baby, but you don’t fucking see it. You won’t let me in.”

The tears you struggled to contain escaped in one shaky exhale. You carried around so much of your shame and guilt - tried repairing the cracks with quick fixes so Robby wouldn’t see because the last thing you wanted was pity. You didn’t want the confirmation that you were irreparably broken. 

“But you’re not here. Are you? Not really.” 

The earlier flash of rage was extinguished with each word. This job was a marvel and a curse. It took and took without forgiveness. Sometimes you’re fighting to save people who don’t want to be saved; who’ve never known the support and love they needed to believe they were more than their demons. Who wanted to succumb to a brief drop of loneliness in the ocean of a lifetime. Or you saw the ugliness that people did to one another and left you having an existential crisis if someone’s bad choice made their life unworthy of saving. 

Robby dealt with all of these things daily. He shouldered them for every friend in the hospital. For every patient who needed the strength of his resolve and the care he delivered. He gave all that and more during the pandemic and now he’d given so much that there wasn’t much left to tend to himself. 

Robby used to lean on you for just about everything. Sometimes, your talks were gradual - opening up little by little until everything was exposed. Other times, they came in bursts. A rush of words said too fast because if neither of you just ripped the band-aid off and said it, nothing would ever get fixed. Now all of that came to a screeching halt. You didn’t know what he was feeling anymore or thinking. He shut you out in so many ways. You tried to break through and failed. 

You both stood at separate spectrums of grief and neither of you knew how to reach the other anymore.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

You hadn’t meant about your relationship. You wish you could’ve said that - informed him that the despair and betrayal of your own body left you in a place of purgatory. The pandemic stripping you bare and raw pressing salt into every wound. How was Robby supposed to love you if you didn’t know how to love yourself?

But it’s not how it sounded leaving your lips. It’s not how he took it as you watched his shoulders deflate. The emptiness that hollowed out his eyes in protection and left them empty as you felt. 

“No one is forcing you to stay.”

You never did get to tell him you saw him - saw that he’d been there waiting for you to open up. He wasn’t who he was, but he’d still tried the best he could in whatever ways he could. In the end, you believed you deserved punishment. 

Maybe that’s what losing Robby was - the universe's way of dishing it out for a wrong you never knew you committed. 

It felt suffocating; your chest caved to create a black hole of grief that felt never-ending. You watched as the pandemic tore him down piece by piece - shredding him to ribbons. So many lives were ravaged by the virus with no way to combat it. You remembered the overwhelming, crushing feeling of seeing dozens of patients lining hallways because there were no more beds. Every doctor, nurse, RTs, and CNAs struggled to care for every patient and be with those in their final moments because the families couldn’t. It was chaos. It was frightening. It felt like it would go on forever. The last thing anyone expected was for Adamson to get sick. For the virus to infiltrate his body and claim his life. 

Robby had run outside, tearing off his hazmat suit. Unable to breathe around the soul-crushing grief that constricted the air from his lungs. He’d crumbled like a house of cards as you held him in your arms, but he wasn’t allowed to grieve. He was a doctor, you were still a fucking doctor, and neither of you were allowed to grieve. You needed to compartmentalize; sew up the fraying edges of your grief and go back inside and be the doctors everyone needed.

It was agony watching what came after. The way he struggled day and night to get any amount of rest while wrestling with his demons. The guilt kept him up at night and woke him screaming covered in a cold sweat. Eventually, he stopped sleeping in bed with you all together. Slowly, you saw him less at home and only at work. You watched while the anxiety ate him alive and transformed him into someone you could barely recognize, and you felt helpless against it. At any moment, the pain in your chest would swallow you whole.

And just when you thought, given a few months, you’d be able to find new joy in your life, it all came crashing down again.

So, you waited in that hallway. You waited for any sign that you should stay. You waited to see if you’d change your mind and begin to be honest with him. You waited for him to at least turnaround and look at you - for the recognition of the life you’d had months before to flash in those beautiful brown eyes. You waited in the hallway even after he’d left - waited for your tears to dry before you went upstairs to pack up your old life and find a new one. 

You’d expected a lot of possibilities when Gloria brought you back down to the Pitt. You considered all the variables and the endless amount of what-ifs. It felt inevitable for you to end up in this very situation; him being the attending, in charge of the Pitt, and overseeing a case. The only thing you hadn’t accounted for was how the heat of his body pressed against your back made you forget how to breathe. Your mouth suddenly dry and your heart pounded violently against the ache in your chest. 

Was Robby even aware of what he was doing? You could practically feel him take a breath he was so fucking close. Fuck, you wanted to scream and you almost did when you felt his gloved hand move across your lower back as he stepped around you. The old desire to touch you every chance he could was a surprise to you both when the reflex made its appearance. It must have been a mistake - a subconscious tick because old habits can die hard. It was the only thing that made sense. You fought the urge to mouth a, ‘What the fuck?’ at him. Did he even realize what he’d done? If he did, he was damn good at hiding it. 

You needed to get your shit together. You brought him in here for your patient.

“Allan,” you began to introduce him and found you had to clear the warble from your voice. “Allan, this is Dr. Robby. He’s the attending doctor here in the emergency department. Robby, this is Allan and his mother, Rebecca.”

“Pleasure to meet you both. Now, Allan, why don’t you tell me what brings you in today?”

Once Robby agrees to your use of wire cutters to remove the key rings, conferring on medications during and after a take-home prescription, you immediately go to work. It took a few extra minutes of explaining to Allan (and his very traumatized mother) that you would be as gentle as possible, but the longer the key rings stayed on to cut off circulation, the higher the chance of necrosis would occur. You also promised him lidocaine to numb the area. Lots and lots of lidocaine. 

You’d just signed off on discharge paperwork and spoke with him one last time about maybe just buying what he wanted to try next time. It was not only the safer option but probably more fun and less mortifying than having his mom bring him here. 

You stepped out of the room and made your way up to Dana’s desk. While you’d been in the room doing minor surgery to metal keys, you’d heard a couple of new traumas that arrived through the ambulance bay. The one that unfortunately had stuck with you was the nineteen-year-old kid who’d been found unresponsive. Nineteen. Two years older than Jake. 

For years you tried to make sense of how it was possible to become so attached to a son that wasn’t even yours. You didn’t give birth to Jake and missed the beginning stages of his life. You met him at his ninth birthday party and thought he would automatically hate you. Instead, he asked you questions about superheroes and if you had a favorite wrestler. 

The relationship between Robby and Jake’s mom had been hard to navigate. Harder when you came into the picture because all mothers are understandably weary of unknown variables and people around their children. You did your best not to step on any toes and bided your time until Jake’s mom trusted you - felt comfortable enough - with your presence to allow Jake to stay over when he asked Robby. 

You went on field trips as a chaperone when Jake asked, helped him build science fair projects, and tried your best to play basketball with Jake and Robby. You were better at three-pointers and playing horse than the original two - on - two. Jake chose to see you as another parent. His mother decided to let you be a part of his life and knowing Robby, loving Robby, brought you all together. You were forever grateful to both of them for it. 

But seeing cases like this one - hearing about them - caused a cold sweat to spread across your body. Jake was a good kid - a smart kid but even smart kids could make mistakes. 

You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and continued moving towards where Dana sat front and center in all the chaos. She was currently on the phone but her eyes tracked you as you made your way towards her. 

Quickly, you unlocked your phone and went to your messages. You tapped on Jake’s name.

Mom v2.0 ~ Hey kiddo just checking in. Everything good?

You were about to lock the phone and put it away when his reply came back at lightning speed. 

JakeTheRipper ~ Hey! Ya everything’s 👍🏽 I’m coming by the hospital later to get tickets from dad. Be cool to see you.  JakeTheRipper ~ if you can! JakeTheRipper ~ if you have the time!

You and Jake never lost contact with one another after you and Robby split. It’d been his golden rule and who were you to break rules, especially golden ones? But you hadn’t seen him since he was fifteen. The last weekend you spent housed up in the house - his teenage self picking up a dark cloud stole the warmth from the home. 

He’d asked to see you a few times since then but you were always busy. Always unsure if you were overstepping. But you were here now and he said he was coming here anyways so -

“What’s got you smiling all goofy?”

Dana’s question sent you crash landing back into the present. You were standing directly in front of her seated position, phone in one hand and wire cutters in the other while a perfectly arched brow did most of her questioning.

“Ugh, it’s nothing,” you replied, tucking the phone back into your pocket. 

God, you were acting suspicious. Be natural. Be cool. 

“You got a boyfriend or something?”

“Oh, god no, no, no.”

You were throwing in way too many no’s. 

You felt like you were under a microscope when Dana’s eyes narrowed in on you like this. A cold sweat was going to happen any minute now. 

“There aren’t that many things that make women smile at their phones like that.”

“Memes make people smile at their phones because they’re witty and funny. A good deal on a pair of shoes, funny videos of animals, or cute babies…anyway,” you mumbled before handing the wire cutters over the top of her computer. “Ron the maintenance guy should be coming by to pick these back up. If I miss him, can you let him know I appreciate him letting me borrow these?”

“Did you tell him what they were gonna be used for?”

“Oh, god no, and please Dana don’t tell him I used it to cut key rings off a patient's penis.”

“You mean he didn’t know why you were asking for them?” She laughed. Dana fucking laughed and it eased the tension from your shoulders tenfold. “I think at least owe the man some kind of lunch, don’t you?”

“Ugh, well, I disinfected them. Twice? Does that count?”

Another bark of laughter came as she shook her head in disbelief. She was still smiling when she reached out and took the cutters from your hand. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be up in triage?” Langdon asked, sliding in on your right. 

“Did you come all the way over here from your spot in hell to ask me that, Langdon? Are we slacking off today or willfully choosing to be lazy?”

Langdon shot you a sarcastic smile before he reached over to grab a tablet and handed it over to the med student who’d been with him before. Her dirty blonde hair was slicked back into a tight ponytail and her glasses gave her an almost childlike demeanor that was only enhanced by the excited way she bounced on her heels. Her hand shot across the counter in way of introduction. 

“Melissa King - everyone calls me Mel.”

She was so eager - sweet - that you almost warned her to be cautious in the Pitt. It tends to eat the good ones alive. 

“Dr. Fullerton,” you replied, taking her hand briefly. “I remember you from earlier. Hopefully, Langdon is taking care of you and isn’t showing you what not to do during a residency?”

“Ha, that’s very funny, Fullerton. How long has it been since you’ve been down here? You’ve probably gone soft with all the babying they do upstairs.”

“Out of the two of us, Langdon who is still in their last year of residency and who is a board-certified doctor?”

“You know what I smell?” 

“I don’t smell anything,” Mel interjected, thin lines of confusion creasing around her eyes.

“No, I don’t mean - it’s metaphorical, Dr. King.” 

“Okay, kids that's enough. Robby sees you two both standing here bickering, you'll both be in trouble.”

“Is that your way of telling us to go back to taking care of the board?” You asked. 

“No, it’s my way of telling you both to get the hell away from my station. Now shoo both of you,” Dana retorted, using a stack of patient demographics to swat at Langdon and you. 

“I’m going, I’m going,” you surrendered, backing away. 

You were mid-turn when an enthusiastic wave from Dr. King was thrown your way. 

“It was nice to meet you. Again,” she excitedly called after you. 

She seemed too pure to have picked the Pitt. Everyone had their reasons for doing residencies here and, hell, you believed med students should be mandated to work at least one full rotation in an emergency department to truly learn. Mel, however, made you just want to protect her from the harsh realities of a place like this. It could be soul-crushing and there is no way to prepare yourself for when it happens.

“Likewise, Mel. If you ever want a break from ER Ken you’re more than welcome to come find me.”

“She’s good where she’s at, Fullerton.”

You didn’t bother giving a retort; you and Langdon could keep up the verbal back and forth the whole shift. You were only a couple feet away when you heard Dr. King state, “She seems nice.”

“Yeah. She’s alright. A little unhinged, but alright.”

Each word had been pulled like teeth from him; admitting you weren’t the absolute worst thing in the world, or at least inside this hospital, you knew made Langdon grumpy. Those few words left a sour taste in his mouth admitting anything nice about you, but it was enough for you because it meant one thing for you. There was hope that today wouldn’t be a total disaster after all. 

It was a busy morning but mornings were always busy in the Pitt. There shouldn’t have been a reason the hum of panic constantly buzzed behind his ears. It only grew louder the closer he got to the pediatrics wing of rooms. The bright colors blazed out into the hallway; all greens and blues. Animal motifs meant to instill comfort instead summoned what he’d struggled to keep buried. 

Dana already caught him helplessly trapped outside the room. The memory of that day - the last day with Adamson - flashed vividly like every nightmare he’d had of that day since. Robby had been so engrossed in the recollection of monitors blaring and Princess shouting for him to do something, “Robby we’re losing him,” that he wasn’t able to shake the feeling of dread off. 

He knew Dana noticed. The way her eyes craned over his shoulder to take in the peds room was the only confirmation he needed. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. When do I ever make you worry about me?”

“Are you kidding?” Dana chuckled. “All the time.”

They both knew he was lying. Robby never did confirm it when Dana asked, but he didn’t need to. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be fine or even close to simply being okay. Even after four long years, Robby found he still sought Adamson’s advice. Moments in the Pitt he swore he could hear him directing the room; asking questions to challenge Robby because “a doctor never stops learning.”

He missed being able to confide in him. The expectant look on Adamson’s face when Robby asked about situations in his life where he was at a loss of what to do. 

Robby needed to change the subject - and lead Dana down a safer path of questioning that he could handle. If he could keep himself away from that room he should be okay. He could handle you being here and everything else if he didn’t have to step foot in that room. He should’ve known there was no safe space where Dana wasn’t going to bring you up. Robby could see the hard exterior she tried to keep up to defend against your presence was beginning to crack. 

Maybe so was his. 

“The two of you looked cozy earlier.”

“Dana, you know I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

“Uh-huh.”

Her voice oozed a playfulness that edged towards teasing. 

“But there is no universe where you and I talk about this.”

“I was just making an astute observation.”

“I would appreciate it if you maybe observe somewhere else. We have eleven more hours of this shift to go and I’d rather not have to spend it talking about her.”

“Yeah, because you’re allergic to talking in general.”

“Well, that’s just not true. I’m allergic to people I don’t want to have a conversation with,” he pointed out.

She tried to shake the smile off her lips. Her palm lightly smacked at his shoulder which caused his smile to rise in response. 

“You’re such a smart ass.”

“I try my very best,” he mumbled as he leaned down towards the computer. 

He’d just grabbed his badge to swipe past the electronic monitor to unlock the computer, placing his arms to brace on either side of the keyboard when he felt her presence eclipse to his right. Dana was leaning over the counter divider. Her arms hanging over waiting for him to look back up at her. 

“Something else I can help you with, Dana?”

“Just wondering if you’d be more talkative if you knew Fullerton was all smiles earlier. She had her phone out. Seemed to be textin’ someone.”

Robby could feel his eyes narrow in on her position. He shouldn’t care - he shouldn’t fucking care - because you were the one who left. What did he care if you were dating anybody? It’s been two years. The chances of you dating were astronomically high; shit, he’d attempted it a while after you left. Instead of taking care of himself because, “You look like shit,”, as Dana lovingly told him, he’d done what 95% of the population does: he ran from it. 

Heather Collins was an R2 at the time. She was funny, intelligent, witty, beautiful, and he’d fucked it up in record time. All the things you’d thrown at him about being shit at taking his own advice, hiding from his problems, were true. When things took a turn he’d lock up. Collins noticed the cracks and mentioned them enough he countered with argument after argument. The worst part was he was harboring a love for someone else that was gone. You can’t love someone else, give them the love they deserve, when you’re buried ten feet deep for someone else. She deserved better than to be a rebound - better than what Robby could’ve given her because no matter how amazing she was he still thought of you. Heather deserved more than to be a body to bury his sorrows in. He tried dating again a year later but that had also gone up in spectacular flames. Robby couldn’t keep the ghost of you from haunting him.

He tried to act like he didn’t care - that Dana’s words weren’t threatening his last proper brain cell for the day. By the look on Dana’s face, he did a shit job of hiding it. So what if you were with someone? He shouldn’t even care. 

“Did she say who she was talking to?”

Why the fuck did he ask that? Dana didn’t necessarily answer him as much as she chose instead to grin. A silent, ‘Gotcha’ flashing that he absolutely hated. He’d walked right into it. 

“Surprise, surprise. I thought she’d be one of your allergies.” 

A huff of laughter rushed past his lips that he tried to cover up with a cough. 

“You’ve got a mean streak in you.”

Dana patted his arm before she retracted back inside her bubble. The phone went off in record time to pull her safely away from having to hear him complain. She gave him one last thumbs up before her back faced him, completely ending the conversation and forcing him back to the open file on the screen. 

He enjoyed the quiet for all of a millisecond before he heard - 

“Hey, fruitcake.”

God, take him now. Robby chose to ignore her. Ignore her like every other time - 

“Hey, I’m talking to you, fruitcake.”

“Myrna,” he bit out. “I told you a hundred times my name is Dr. Robby.”

He expected her to argue about nicknames and their usage. It’s usually what happens when he advises her that maybe she’d get better treatment if she’d use real names. That isn’t what he got. 

“Do you wanna see my vagina?”

Robby’s eyebrows ran towards his hairline as he replied, “I've already seen it. And once was enough, thank you.” 

“And what about mine?”

Robby knew that voice. He’d know it in any lifetime, through space and time; Robby would know your fucking voice anywhere. He turned to his left and there you were with your elbows and back resting against the counter. You’d leaned close enough so that your words were for him and him alone. 

Robby wanted to humor himself that it had to be his imagination. The flash of something dark, ravenous, and achingly familiar he saw in your eyes must have been his subconscious going haywire. It wasn’t until he watched recognition dawn of what you said, the way you’d fucking said it, crest over your face that Robby knew he hadn’t made it up. 

The heat of embarrassment had you straightening up beside him. He could see it in the light tinging of your cheeks, the anxious beat your fingers rapped on the counter. You weren’t looking at him now but he wished you would. 

And then the memory of Dana saying you’d been caught smiling at your phone reared its evil head. 

Mine. 

He couldn’t keep the word from forming in his head. You’d been his for so long and those words of yours meant to tease and force him to give you a response. Robby wanted to tell you that no, once wasn’t enough. It was never enough. 

Mine. 

The last few months of your relationship had ended in flames but the rest. What about the rest of the many years you’d spent together? They’d been spectacular. The best memories he had you were a part of. The attempts at gardening and doctoring up sick animals. The way you’d dance to his records as you danced through every room while you dusted. The sounds of yours and Jake’s laughter mixing from the kitchen table going over homework. 

He could remember the way your hands fisted the sheets as his hands hooked under your thighs to bring you closer to his greedy mouth. Your slick drenching his face, his beard, stubble - whatever phase he was in with or without facial hair. Robby loved it when you began to let go; body melting in his hands as your fingers wound themselves tightly in his hair to pull him closer, deeper. Robby could get drunk off your taste, the soft keening breaths that came ragged and shaking from your chest. How your body trembled as he worked each finger inside you until your back arched beautifully off the bed. 

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine….

He shouldn’t care. He shouldn’t fucking care, but he fucking did. 

“What can I do for you, Dr. Fullerton?”

Robby grabbed the PPE gown from beside the table before he went to his full height. From this advantage, he could faintly make out the dying hint of a flush on your cheeks. 

“I was talking here first, Sugar tits.”

You pivoted to glance around him and waved at Myrna who waved back with her middle finger. 

“Myrna, always a pleasure. I think that’s my third finger wave today,” you muttered the last part to him. 

“Dr. Fullerton.”

“Right, right. I wanted to see if I could borrow one of your med students. Central 3 and 4 have two patients, males twenty-three and twenty- four in age. Both were at the same BBQ and believed dumping liter fluid on a fire was a good idea.”

“Yikes.”

“Yeah, they look like human marshmallows right now. One has second-degree burns while central 4 has, what I believe, might be second degrading into three.”

“Do you need me to come take a look?”

It felt like a reasonable question. He was attending and usually, all consultations like this went through him for an opinion. He’d just done it with her half an hour ago. It shouldn’t be a big deal - 

“Oh, no, no. Thanks but I think I got this.”

“Oook. If you got it, why do you need a med student?”

“I figure it would be a good teaching moment for one of them on treatments of burns and how to assess the level. I’ve already called surgery for a consultation on central 4. Plus, there’s no available nurse to help me attend to both.”

Robby tried to keep the scoff from coming out. He shook his head and went to move around you, shooting Myrna an irritated glance that hopefully she caught as his nonverbal way of telling her he didn’t want to see her the rest of the day. 

“So, you are saying you need help, you just don’t want my help.”

God, he sounded like a petulant child. By the look on your face, you’d agree with that statement. 

“Robby, I know you’re busy - “

“I’m not busy,” he cut in. 

“Robby, the parents of the OD teen are here.”

Dana came from behind the station, her eyes glancing between the two of you. 

“Okay, park them in Trauma 1. He’s not back from CT yet. I’ll be there in a minute. You can borrow Whitaker,” he directed at you.  

He had to move. There was still the floating face patient in trauma 2. He needed to find out if they’d been able to prep for a safe intubation and if not, they were doing a solid alternative. Langdon was there with both interns. Robby could trust him. He should’ve been more worried about himself because as he passed by you on his way to trauma 2, he felt his body dip towards you. The jealousy rushed up like a lance piercing his heart as he remembered Dana’s words. The idea that you’d moved on, that someone else had taken his place, threatened to remove whatever sensible bit of himself he had left. 

“And don’t pull your phone out on the floor. It’s unprofessional, and I won’t have it in my department. You can step outside like everyone else.”

You didn’t look at him as he spoke. You didn’t even snap at him or give him any hint you’d heard him. Robby knew you’d heard him, but your eyes were solely focused behind him. It was the spot he’d just been standing - the spot Dana now occupied. 

There should’ve been some satisfaction in watching Dana’s face crumble like this. All the earlier anger dissipated back into a playful, if not biting, rhetoric that gave you some hope the day wouldn’t be your version of Dante’s Inferno. 

But Robby’s comment…

Only one person saw you on the phone earlier. One person who’d asked about who you’d been talking to while you’d read Jake’s texts. You’d been so ready to shout at Robby that it was Jake, his son. It might have given you some retribution but why should you have to explain anything to him? He was acting like a jealous significant other, not a damn boss. The way he’d pressed himself against you earlier; touching you as if half-possessed. 

You weren’t helping, were you? The minute the words had leapt from your mouth you’d wished you could take them back. You shouldn’t have said it and yet, you did. You fucking did and now the wanton look he’d given you was forever etched into your brain. 

You were an idiot. 

An even bigger idiot for thinking Dana would’ve left anything between you. 

“You just couldn’t help yourself. Could you?”

“Kid - “

Dana took a step forward ready to explain. You didn’t have it in you to listen. When the phone went off in her hand you found your way out and took it. 

“Do you know where I can find Whitaker?”

“He had a patient around the North-East hallway.”

“Thanks.”

You heard her call your name. Not Fullerton, not kid. Dana said your name and for the first time today, you wished she’d stuck to calling you an asshole. 

You followed Dana’s instructions and moved toward the hallways. You weren’t sure how long you’d be searching for him, but luckily it wasn’t long. On the opposite side of the hall, you watched him wheel a patient out of 17 North and into the halls. Whatever the patient said stopped Whitaker in his tracks - both grateful and surprised all at once. You waited a few minutes longer for him to enjoy a good moment with his patient (because sometimes it didn’t always go like that) before you made your way around to get to him. 

“Whitaker!”

“Uhm, oh yes. Hi, Dr. Fullerton.”

“I have a couple of burn patients in Central 3 and 4; second to third degree. Dr. Robby said you’d be able to assist if that’s alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. I would. That’d be awesome. Thank you.”

He was so earnest it was endearing. “You’re welcome. Now, let’s go remove some dead tissue.” 

You took the lead in showing Whitaker to the rooms. You were trying to make polite conversation. It only seemed fair to take a small interest in what motivated a young doctor to get into the field of medicine, of saving lives. Basic questions such as those were able to tell you a lot about who someone was and if they held enough compassion to be around people during their most vulnerable times. 

You did try your best to keep your attention trained on the work. It was your turn to be a teacher, and you wanted to do it well. You didn’t have an excuse why you looked toward Trauma 1. No excuse at all why you watched Robby speak to the kids' parents looking defeated before they’d even begun. There was even less of an excuse for when Robby looked away from them, his eyes searching until he found yours, that should’ve made you want to forget these last two years. You hated the old impulse to run to him - to care for him. The last time you’d seen Robby looking desperately close to combusting like this it’d been a few doors down standing outside pediatrics. 

Looking at him now, Robby seemed ready to quit, and it wasn’t even close to 8:30. 

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[litfiction]

oneshot stolen charger 🪫

pairing — paige bueckers x fem!reader

content & warnings — "arguing because paige stole your charger" , only playful arguing!

word count: 1k , notes @ the end (something fun!)

“Has anyone seen my charger?” You walked into your living room where some of your and Paige’s friends were gathered. Most people shook their heads no, some replying out loud. You sighed. Your phone was down to 5% and starting to lag.

You had felt around for it on your bed when the 20% battery warning popped up in the middle of watching your show but left it when you couldn’t find it. 20% was okay for now. When you got the 10% warning you felt around more thoroughly, even checking under your bed thinking maybe it had fallen when you moved around to get comfortable.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t there. Frustration started to set in when you searched all over your room to no avail, your phone battery quickly draining to 8%.

It wasn’t on your nightstand, it hadn’t been plugged into the outlet at your desk. You vividly remember taking it back to your room after charging your phone in the bathroom to let it play your music while you showered earlier.

After going out to your dorm’s common area you searched the outlets behind couches and through the clutter on the kitchen counters which showed no results. Literally where could it possibly be?

It’s not like your charger has legs and skedaddled off when you needed it.

Or maybe it’s just really good at hide and seek because now your phone was at 3% and you still have no clue where your damn charger could be. You’ve looked in all the obvious places.

Well, maybe except for one.

You quickly pace towards Paige’s door, leaning close to it to hear what she was doing inside before knocking. “Come in,” the blonde’s voice came a moment later.

You opened the door to see KK and Jana scrolling on KK’s phone. Your figure had appeared in the background and they had seen this, gesturing you over to show you off to the live.

“Hey girl! The live wants to see you,” KK smiled brightly. You momentarily forget about the search for your runaway phone charger to greet the people on KK’s live.

You squeeze between KK and Jana so that you’re all in frame before waving and saying hi quickly before turning to the girls on your sides to ask them if they’ve seen your charger.

Jana shakes her head no, followed by KK’s “Negative”.

“Seriously? I’ve been looking for like 10 minutes!” You sigh, exasperatedly.

The people in the live chat laughing at your frustration, some empathizing with your pain. You looked down and your phone was down to 1%. It was a losing battle and you’d just let it die at this point.

Doesn’t mean you don’t still need your charger.

You stand up straight from your bent position between Jana and KK, your face being cropped out of frame. Your head swivels to look at Paige and ask her if she’s seen the cord.

She’s sitting up on her bed, legs stretched out with one crossed over the other, her back against the wall. She wasn’t paying attention, her eyes glued to her phone, occasionally laughing quietly at something funny she happens to see while scrolling.

Your eyes meet her figure before flicking to what’s in her hand. Her phone, on charge, using your charger. The very thing you’ve been looking for for almost 15 minutes by this point.

“Paige!” You demand. She looks up from her phone to look at you, her expression calm but confused. “Yes?” She responds obliviously. “You stole my charger!”

She looks back down and then drags her gaze back up to you with a sheepish smile. “Give it back!” You demand again, putting your hand out for her to return your charger. She shakes her head immediately. “No! I’m using it now!” Paige retorts. You groan, “You always do this! You always steal my stuff and then refuse to give it back to me when I ask for it back!”

“Ok first of all, you didn’t ask, you demanded. Second, you can’t just wait until I’m done using it?” She questions you like she’s the one in the right. You glare at her. “I demanded it because you stole it, and no, I can’t wait this time because my phone is dead and I just wanna watch my show!”

By this point, KK and Jana (and even some people in the living room) aren’t paying attention to what they’re doing. Even the live was invested in this argument. KK was quietly snickering while Jana just watched this unfold.

“C’monnnn,” Paige whined. “Just give me 5 more minutes!”

You shook your head adamantly. “No Paige, I need my charger now.”

“How did you even get it? I had it in my room. And why? You have your own charger, Paige, do you not?” You deadpanned.

Paige just shrugs at you. “Aubrey needed a charger so I offered her mine but then I needed to charge but Aubrey wasn’t at a good enough percentage so I took yours. I just grabbed it from your nightstand while you were in the bathroom.”

You roll your eyes. Of course she had. “Ok well, time’s up! Hand it over.” She makes puppy dog eyes at you, making you roll your eyes at her again. “That hasn’t worked for you before, it won’t work now.”

She leans her head back against the wall and sighs before unplugging the base of your charger from her wall and crawling on her bed towards where you stood at the edge of it to place the cord in your outstretched hand.

You shoot her a sarcastic smile before thanking her and walking back out to your bedroom. Finally, you can watch your show in peace.

You enter your room and head to your closet to grab your favorite sweater.

But when you open your closet doors expecting to see the fluffy bundle sitting in an organizer just at eye level, it wasn’t there.

Then you register what Paige had been lounging in.

You were too busy to notice it hanging off her shoulders. You throw your head back exasperatedly then yell towards her door. And you swear you hear her snicker with KK.

🔖 — i feel somewhat ashamed that this is the longest work i have on here.. also hi again! i haven't written in a bit because i haven't had any ideas :( my requests are open if anyone wants to send something in! anyway, this is day one of something i've decided to try! for july i'm gonna pick a prompt from a list i have and write something based on that! i didn't take the list from anywhere i just made it myself. i wanted to do this to just write more and push myself to write stuff with creative freedom since a lot of prompts are quite vague. but yeah! that's my update, sorry this so long oops. hope this was entertaining to some degree, thank you for reading!!

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

IN DEFENSE OF TRAVIS MARTINEZ:

Because I’m sick and tired of seeing travis hate everywhere I go.

“Travis was sexist.”

Did he spout some sexist rhetoric in the beginning of the show? Sure. But it’s important to recognize that: A) he changed, and by season 2 he completely stopped, B) he was a teenage boy in the 1990s, and that kind of rhetoric was normal at the time, C) most of his sexist macho tough guy attitude was a complete act that he likely put on to compensate for his insecurity about his own masculinity, and internalized homophobia. (More on that later.)

(Also let’s be real, Travis is basically one of the girls anyway and I’m tired of pretending he’s not.)

2. “Travis didn’t care about Javi.”

Did we watch the same show??? Granted Travis may have had trouble expressing his feelings (also related to his insecurities about masculinity, likely learned from his father, as well as growing up in a patriarchal and homophobic society), but he cared deeply about Javi. In S1E4, Travis literally DUG UP HIS DAD’S GRAVE, through horror, tears, and vomit, in order to retrieve his ring to give to Javi. When Javi disappeared, Travis kept looking for him every day for months, and never gave up, even when logically it would have seemed impossible for him to still be alive. He comforted and reassured Javi when neither of them drew the card. He cradled Javi’s dead body and ate a bite of his raw heart (which was a metaphor for how much he loved him, and a parallel to Shauna eating Jackie’s raw ear.) Maybe Travis wasn’t always there for Javi in the way he needed, but he absolutely loved him, and it’s important to remember that Travis was also a traumatized, grieving, kid who just lost his dad.

3. “Travis slut-shamed Nat.”

As we are literally shown in the show, Travis was not trying to slut shame her, he asked how many times she had done it because he was embarrassed about the fact that he was a virgin, and worried that she would judge him, or that he wouldn’t measure up because he was more inexperienced than her. When she told him she hooked up with Bobby Farleigh, he did not get mad at her because she slept with another guy (he already knew about that, and was fine with it), he got mad because she hooked up with his bully, and then lied to him about it. I don’t blame Nat for this, she didn’t know about it at the time, and didn’t want him to get mad once she found out, but I also don’t blame Travis for being hurt and embarrassed and upset with her for lying about it.

4. “Travis was just kind of a dick.”

Sure, but so were all of them. He acted like kind of a jerk in the first season. So what? Shauna had an affair with her best friend’s boyfriend, lied to her about it for months, and refused to apologize. Misty tried to drug Coach Ben. Nat faked his brother’s death to him (yeah, she was trying to help him move on, but still not cool). All of them called him “Flex” (y’know, the nickname that was used to bully him for years). None of them are perfect or nice or likable all the time, and that’s ok; that’s the whole point. They’re realistic, complex, flawed, morally gray and sometimes unlikable people. They’ve all done bad things, but nothing Travis did is worse than what anyone else on that show has done. He was a traumatized teen whose dad literally just died. Also, me personally, if everyone around me was constantly calling me the mean nickname that was used to bully me since middle school, I would also probably act like a little bit of a dick.

5. “Travis is a straight man.”

Wrong. (Also not really a valid reason to hate someone… But most importantly, just wrong.)

Travis Martinez is clearly a bisexual.

So many of his issues: the insecurity, the bullying, the macho tough guy act, the whole weird complex about his masculinity, all of it stems (at least partly) from the fact that he’s bisexual and has internalized homophobia. The whole “Flex” thing is just thinly veiled homophobia. The main reason why he got bullied is because Bobby Farleigh spread a rumor about him getting back surgery to better suck his own dick. The unsaid implication there is that he’s a man who sucks dick, which is inherently queer, even if it is his own. If you look even slightly past the most surface level interpretation, it’s pretty obvious that Travis was bullied because of homophobia. His performance of stereotypical toxic masculinity was clearly over compensation for the fact that he doesn’t fit into the box of traditional straight masculinity, and was a reaction to the bullying from his peers, abuse from his dad, and internalized homophobia from growing up in a homophobic and patriarchal society. As the show progresses he starts to unlearn that toxic masculinity and internalized homophobia, and he allows himself to be more vulnerable, emotional, and feminine, and as a result, he becomes stronger, more confident, and more respectful of the people around him.

As for Travis being a man… Is he though???

In season 1, Travis is a man (narratively speaking); there is a clear distinction between Travis/Coach Ben and the girls. However, in season 2, we see a stark shift in how Travis is depicted. The separation between Travis and the girls pretty much ceases to exist. Narratively speaking, there is no distinction made between Travis and the other girls; they are one entity—one hive mind. Instead, the emphasis is now placed on the distinction between Coach Ben and the girls/Travis. When Coach Ben watches the Yellowjackets eat Jackie in horror and disbelief, Travis is right there with them, dressed in ancient greek robes along with the rest of them. In season 2, Coach Ben is the only real Man of the group (Travis has narratively become one of the girls, and Javi is just a boy, not a man) and he is shown staying separate from the rest of the group, and growing more and more uncomfortable with the cultish dynamics, while Travis, on the other hand, becomes more and more integrated with the group, as he falls deeper and deeper into cult beliefs, until he is a full-blown devout Lottie worshipper. Of the three males on the show, he is the only one who actually participates in cannibalism with the other Yellowjackets. Also he lost his virginity to a lesbian.

Whether or not you choose to believe that Travis is transfem (I do) you cannot deny that, at least narratively speaking, Travis is literally just a girl.

6. Travis is a victim.

I don’t know why nobody in this fandom seems to acknowledge this, but Travis is a sexual assault victim and I’m tired of people constantly overlooking and ignoring that fact. In Doomcoming, the girls (excluding Jackie, Nat, Tai, and Van) chased him down, sexually assaulted him, and then tried to kill him. That’s not something that’s up for debate or denial, that is literally canon. Stop pretending it didn’t happen. Stop pretending it wasn’t assault. Stop shaming him and making fun of him for struggling with sex, or not always being able to get it up. That’s a normal trauma response after being assaulted/raped. You guys are literally proving the point. This kind of treatment from society towards masculinity and male victims is just playing into the patriarchy and toxic masculinity, and is exactly what made him act the way he did in season 1 in the first place!

[hayleythesugarbowl]

I was really inspired by smoshs most recent video where they go back and rewatch their first video appearances so here is a request!!

this does not have to be based on a specific video but just more of an idea.

I would love an ian x reader who is on the crew but makes appearances here and there like spencer. where they react to a compilation of them basically being in love because they are a really huge ship in the fandom, and it makes them realize feelings, and you know how it goes from there!!

Shipped || Ian Hecox x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist  ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: when you and ian watch fan compilations of yourselves for a video, you realize how much you actually like each other

word count: 2.4k

warnings: swearing

a/n: ahh this is such a cute idea! i’m so sorry it took me so long to get to love, hope you enjoy 💌

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     “Hey guys, today (Y/n) and I are going to be getting married!”

     There was a chorus of laughter from the crew as Ian went off-script. 

     “That is not what’s happening,” you said, in your best news anchor voice. 

     “She said no, cut the video,” Ian joked, spiking the camera.

     You laughed, rolling your eyes at him as he continued the intro.

     “But seriously, it is Valentine’s Day and to show you all how much we love and appreciate you, we’re going to be reacting to some fan compilations. Specifically compilations of us, because apparently, and Erin would be so proud of me for using this phrase, you ship it.”

     Ian gestured between the two of you. It was true. You’d started out at Smosh as an editor but after appearing in a TNTL Crew episode, the audience loved you and you kept making more and more appearances on camera.

     You were almost a regular cast member at this point. The new Tommy, people called you. And ever since you had begun appearing more regularly, fans had started shipping you with Ian immediately.

     It helped that you two were good friends and that most of the videos you were in, he was in as well. You and Ian had been close for a while now, ever since you’d started at Smosh a few years back.  

     You’d never thought of you guys as anything more than that though. Friends. But it was fun imagining the fans analyzing your interactions and making more of them. You couldn’t wait to watch the compilations.

     “We have compiled some edits and videos that you guys have made that are apparently about me and Ian,” you said. “I guess now that Shayne and Courtney are married and there aren’t enough clips of Angela and Mater, we’re ‘the ship’.”

     Ian nodded, laughing. “We haven’t watched these yet but I can’t wait to get started so let’s jump right in, shall we?”

     “We shall. This first one is called ‘ian and (y/n) being endgame for 17 minutes straight’ by rogertheredditor. Do we need to give a definition of endgame for Daddy Ian?”

     “Hey!” Ian protested. “I watched avengers.”

     That got a laugh from the crew and you put a hand on Ian’s shoulder.

     “Ok,” you said. “Let’s dive in.”

     You pressed play on the video and watched as clips of you and Ian came on the screen. Most of them were from videos you were in together, Reddit stories and TNTLs and challenge pit. You leaned your elbow on the table, giving the laptop all of your attention. 

 ───────↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺───────

     “Oh my gosh, Ian you can’t say that on camera!” You exclaimed as Shayne laughed, the iPad almost falling out of his hands. 

     “Well if James Charles didn’t want me talking about it, then he shouldn’t have done it,” Ian defended. 

     You smacked Ian on the shoulder as you laughed and he shoved your hand away yelling ‘cooties!’

     This only made you giggle more and you threw a pillow at him. He caught it, pretending to repeatedly hit you with it.

 ───────↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺───────

     You pressed pause. “I don’t even remember what you said. I just know we had to bleep it out.”

     “Oh I do,” Ian said, laughing. “It was—”

     “Next clip!” You interrupted him, pressing play.

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     “Watch this” you told the camera, glancing at Ian in the stool. “This is about to be the fastest bit in TNTL history.”

     Ian looked at you with confusion in his eyes as you walked towards him, leaning in to whisper something in his ear.

     He immediately spit his water and you clapped, feeling triumphant. Ian choked on water as he lost it. 

     “Wait, now we have to know what you said!” Courtney exclaimed, coming out from behind the divider.

     “Inside joke,” you informed her. 

     “Wait, (Y/n),” Ian said, gesturing to you to come closer, a mischievous smile on his face. “Remember…”

     He leaned in and whispered something in your ear and you both started laughing again.

    “Get a room!” Angela called from off camera. 

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     “Dude, I remember that,” Ian said, stopping the video. 

     “And we did get a room after that,” you joked. You remembered that moment too, you and Ian laughing over something no one else would’ve understood. You didn’t realize there were so many of these kinds of clips of you and Ian. 

     “(Y/n) stop! They’re gonna believe you and then this clip is going to be put in edits.”

     “You’re welcome Ian and (Y/n) shippers,” you winked at the camera.

     “Wait, we need a ship name,” Ian announced.

     “Put our ship name on the comments,” you said, starting the video again.

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     “Oh my gosh, I’m gonna puke.”

     You waved your hand in front of your face as you tried to swallow—whatever was in your mouth.

     “What you are eating—or, drinking—is called ‘The Birthday Smoothie’,” Courtney read from the card. “Anchovies, birthday sprinkles, spice drops, and cream of wheat.”

     You gagged and Ian put a hand on your back, laughing. 

     “Can we fly in the puke bucket for (Y/n)?” He asked, looking at you in amusement as you grabbed on to the table, covering your mouth. 

     Courtney handed it to you and you turned, emptying the contents of your mouth into the bucket. Ian rubbed your back as everyone reacted. 

     “You’re ok,” he chuckled.

     You came up a moment later, wiping under your eyes and fixing your hair.

     “That was disgusting.”

     “You’re so dramatic,” Ian rolled his eyes. “It couldn’t have been that bad.”

     “Oh yeah, tough guy? Care to try it then.” You gestured to the smoothie still sitting on the table.

     “I would but—I’m on a diet so…”

     You giggled, rolling your eyes. 

    “Oh, you have a—” Ian trailed off, reaching to carefully pull a strand of hair off of your mic, tucking it behind your ear. “There.”

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     And that was the end of the video. You sat there for a moment. You of course remembered that Eat it or Yeet it—in fact it was only filmed a couple weeks ago.

But you hadn’t realized how sweet Ian had been.

     You couldn’t get the image of him rubbing your back out of your head. Of him tucking your hair behind your ears.

     You turned to Ian now, only to find he was already looking at you. 

     “Um—well that was the first compilation. What did you think Ian?”

     “I think I looked good in all those clips so I’m not complaining.” Ian shrugged.

     “Ok Buddy,” you teased. “On to the next one. This one’s called ‘more ian and (y/n) clips that make anthony jealous’ by amangelalover9. Let’s jump in.”

     This video had some of the same clips from the first one but others were ones you hadn’t seen yet. A lot were times you and Ian shared the screen but others were simply moments where one of you mentioned or talked about the other one. 

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    “I was with Ian the other day…”

     “You know who would think this was so funny? (Y/n).”

     “Wait let me text Ian and settle this.”

     “Bro, (Y/n) said the most wild shit last night…”

───────↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺───────

     You watched with Ian, laughing and remembering each part that came on.

     A clip appeared that was older than many of the others—one of your earlier videos, judging by your hairstyle.

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     “Hey guys, welcome back to challenge pit!” Keith announced. “Today we’re going to be competing to see who can win at doing household chores—but with a twist. I’m talking swords and shit.”

     “Swords and shit? Title of your sex tape.” Ian leaned over and mumbled to you.

     You busted up laughing and everyone else turned to see what was so funny.

     “Sorry Keith,” you wheezed. “Keep going with the intro. Please finish.”

     “Also the title of your sex tape.”

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     Ian reached forward pausing the video on the laptop. “I remember that day.”

     “It was at the end of a shoot week, right?” You asked.

     Ian nodded, looking wistful. “Yeah. I remember it was the first time I made you laugh.”

     “Must have been the very end of a shoot week and I was delirious,” you teased, but your mind was on his words.

     Ian clutched his chest in mock offense. You giggled, nudging his shoulder as you pressed play again.

     As you watched more of the video and laughed with Ian, you couldn’t get his words out of your head. 

     I remember it was the first time I made you laugh

     He kept track of that?

     Eventually, the video ended and you moved on to the final one. 

     “That was so good,” Ian chuckled. “We are so Shourtney coded. Like I feel like if we announced that we were secretly married, no one would be shocked.”

     “Again with the marriage? Is this whole video a secret proposal or something?”

     “Only if you’d say yes,” Ian countered. 

     You knew he was joking, but something about his eyes—about the way he was looking at you—made your heart beat faster. It was probably just the effects of being in a video about you and Ian being in a ‘relationship’, but you found yourself imagining what it would be like if it was real.

     You had a sudden image of leaning across the table and bringing your lips to his. 

     You shook it off. “The jury’s out on that one. Meanwhile, our final video is titled ‘ian and (y/n) putting kelce and taylor to shame and giving us more feels than that one scene from marley and me’ and this one was posted by pandalover717.”

     The crew laughed at the long title and you kept talking. 

     “This is a shorter one—”

     “Shayne,” Ian coughed. A loud ‘hey!’ came from off-camera. You ignored them.

     “—so we’ll see what it entails. Let’s go.”

     You started the video and a Taylor Swift song started playing, dramatizing shots of you and Ian talking or hugging or falling on each other as you laughed.

     I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

    Darling, you’re the one I want 

     Was this how everyone saw you and Ian? You had always been close but—had you been missing something.

    I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this 

    Darling you’re the one I want 

     How did you see you and Ian? How did he? You tried to think of your relationship from the perspective of these edits and fan videos.

     I want to drive away with you 

     I want your complications too.

     You tried to stop your heart from racing. You were starting to see Ian in a whole new light. 

     I want to drive away with you. 

     I want your complications too.

     Seeing all of these moments that you’d had with Ian—you were beginning to form a clearer picture that you hadn’t been able to see before. 

     I want your dreary Mondays 

     Wrap your arms around me, baby boy 

     Maybe one you hadn’t let yourself see before.

     Because you and Ian were friends. Best friends. 

     But what if you could be more than that. 

     You were lost in your thoughts as the video ended and Ian tapped a button on the laptop.

     “That song slaps every time,” Ian announced, turning to you. “What’d you think of that one?”

     You shook yourself out of it, answering Ian. “I love a good edit. These were all so good and it’s so much fun to see how you guys interpret interactions and find little hidden meanings in things.”

     “Or not-so-hidden meanings,” Ian said. He sounded so sincere that it threw you off.

     “What?”

     “Nothing. What—what was your favorite moment from all of those clips? Personally mine is when you lost your lunch after that smoothie.”

     You smacked his arm and he ducked away from you, holding up his arms in surrender. 

     “Not funny Ian, my stomach wasn’t right for a week. And I don’t know if I have a favorite, there were a lot of good ones. By some crazy coincidence basically all of the videos I’ve been in have been with this guy.”

      Ian was silent a moment.

     “And—and what if it wasn’t?” He finally said. “A coincidence, I mean.”

     “What?”

     “It was at the beginning but then I, um, might’ve asked to be put in every video you were going to be in,” Ian admitted, running a hand along the back of his neck nervously. 

     “Why?” Your voice came out breathless. “Why would you—”

      “Well,” Ian started, crossing his arms over his chest. “For starters, how else would people have enough content to make edits about us?”

     “Ian.”

     “Fine. At first it was just to hang out with you more,” Ian said, “We were such good friends and—and then it was more than that. Y’know, once I, kind of, fell in love with you.”

     You could’ve sworn your heart stopped. The room was silent. As far as you were concerned it was just you and Ian.  

     “Is this some bit for the video or—”

     “It’s not a bit,” Ian confessed, smiling ruefully. “I wish it was, because that I’d be good at. I’m not good at this. At emotions and feelings and—”

     But he never got to finish that sentence because you leaned over and kissed him. He kissed you back, his lips crashing into yours with an intensity you’d never seen from him. 

     When you broke apart, the entire room erupted into applause and shouts of ‘oh my god’ and ‘guys!’ and ‘pay up shayne, where’s my 30 bucks?’. That last one was Chanse.

     But you hardly heard any of it. You could only smile at Ian as he smiled back at you. 

     “Wow,” you said. “That was not how I imagined this video ending.”

     “Me neither,” Ian said. “But a guy can dream.”

     You smiled, thinking about how Ian had felt about you all this time. How you felt about him now. It would be a miracle if you could stop smiling.

      You looked away from Ian and towards the camera as Spencer spoke from behind it. “I think I speak for all the fans when I say we are going to have a field day with this video in our next edits. This is straight out of a Lynn Painter book”

     “We?” You asked, intertwining your fingers with Ian’s at the same time as Ian said,

“You read Lynn Painter books? 

     “Yeah,” Spencer shrugged “They’re dope as hell.”

     You giggled as he continued, a small smirk on his face. “And as for the edits…

Who do you think pandalover717 is?”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed babes, lots more smosh fics coming soon!! also if you caught my b99 reference ilysm 💋

[bubblegump-1-nk]

Like Real People Do

Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Summary: You and Mattheo have been best friends for as long as you can remember, and these feelings may no longer be platonic. But when someone else also realizes this, he will make decisions in a jealous rage that will forever change the dynamics you’ve known for ages.

- Ok so Ik I should be writing Theo’s portion of Promises Are Meant to be Broken but I’ve been randomly consumed with a Mattheo obsession and I NEED to write this, so please enjoy :)

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“Hey Matty, can you pass the pumpkin juice please?” You asked the boy who was sitting across from you at the breakfast table, using the nickname he reserved solely for you.

“Of course, princess.” He responded, grabbing the bottle and serving it in your cup for you. You smiled at each other as he did so, appreciating how caring he always was of you.

“Does anybody know Snape’s middle name?” Enzo asked, piquing your interest.

“Um, why?” Theo responded, looking up from his plate for the first time since he sat down. He had attempted to make conversation with you, but you had been enthralled in a story Mattheo was telling and hadn’t noticed.

“No reason, just need it for something.” Enzo said, extremely suspiciously, causing the group to laugh.

“Ugh, I have to go. Flitwick needs me in class early today.” You said, looking down at your watch and remembering what the teacher had told you the day before.

“I still have no idea why you’re taking that class.” Pansy said, referring to the 7th year Charms class you were taking, regardless of being a 5th year.

“Because I’m advanced.” You said, smugly, causing her to stick her to tongue out at you.

“I’ll walk you!” Theo said, practically jumping from his seat before trying to recover and feign indifference.

“Thanks, Theo.” You said with a smile, packing up your stuff.

“See you lot later. And you owe me an ice cream!” You said, the last part specifically for Mattheo who had told you he would buy you ice cream if you helped him practice a new trick for Quidditch. He doesn’t know you would have done it even if there was no incentive, and you don’t know he asked you just so he could show off (he had already mastered the skill).

“It’s a date!” He called out as you walked away with Theo, causing you to giggle.

As you walked out of the Great Hall, you and Theo spoke of the Ravenclaw party this weekend, taking the usual path you two took every time you had Advanced Charms, since his class was right next to yours.

“So, how are you liking ghoul studies? Mattheo and I loved it when we took it last year.” You stated, changing the topic.

Theo’s jaw clenched. “It’s good, pretty interesting.” He said, hoping you hadn’t noticed.

“Oh that’s great! I was really hoping you’d say that because I’d have felt to bad if I forced you into a class you didn’t like.” You said sweetly, not picking up on his micro aggression.

“There’s never anything you could pick that I wouldn’t like.” Theo said, smiling down at you.

“That’s cause I’m an Angel.” You joked, as you separated from him to enter your room.

He smiled to himself as he watched you enter the room, meeting with a group of Hufflepuff girls. You were his Angel, despite his Atheistic beliefs.

~~~

As the school day finally came to a close, you were happy to finally be able to go to the common room and settle down with your friends. As you turned the corner, you heard Mattheo’s voice and immediately smiled, you had missed him throughout the day since your schedules barely aligned today. Except, your smile dropped as you heard a girl giggle at his words. You sneakily looked around the corner, and saw him talking to a Ravenclaw girl, looking all too cozy. She was pressed against the wall, and he was standing in front of her, his arm on the wall adjacent to the one she was leaning on. You grimaced, and you felt your stomach drop. How does he even know her? You asked yourself, wondering if he had told her a joke he had once told you to make her laugh. You forced yourself to detach from the wall, and took a different way to reach your common room.

Your feelings for Mattheo had grown even stronger in the past few months, but you were doing everything you could to push them away and pretend like they didn’t exist. Except, it was getting increasingly difficult to forget them since practically every girl at Hogwarts was throwing herself at him.

“Hey, I saved you this sugar quill.” Theo said, as you made you way to the couch your friend group had conquered in the Slytherin common room.

“Thanks, Theo.” You said smiling, taking it out of his hands and then rummaging through the giant candy pile on the coffee table to find a licorice wand.

You said down next to him on the couch, as you unwrapped the red candy. You couldn’t help but acknowledge that Mattheo would have saved you a blue one, knowing it was your favorite flavor.

“Can you help me on this.” Pansy asked, kneeling beside you, her head in her hands as she started down at her Divinations homework.

“Of course, but Draco you have to help me with my potions after.” You said, giving him a pointed look.

“Anything for the Slytherin princess.” He said, referring to you by the nickname the boys had given you due to your popularity among the boys at Hogwarts. You made a face at him because he knew you disliked the nickname (only slightly, but you had to at least pretend to be humble).

After a few hours, the candy on the table was mostly gone, and you were sprawled out on the couch, your head on Pansy’s lap and she braided your hair, engaging in the boys conversation about a fight that had happened recently.

“How rude to not have saved me any good candy.” Mattheo said, walking up to the couch, his satchel hanging loosely from his shoulder.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” You said, looking up at him.

“Happy to see me doll?” He asked, smirking down at you.

“Just surprised is all. You seemed pretty cosy with that Ravenclaw girl earlier.” You said, bitterly.

“You’re spying on me now?” He said, hoping you weren’t truly upset at him.

“Nope, you were just standing in the middle of the hallway.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Well you looked pretty cosy with Dean Thomas earlier.” He said defensively, the jealousy he had felt earlier rising again.

“We’re partners for a project!” You said, exasperated.

“Oh yeah? What’s the topic? Human Anatomy?” He said, sassily.

“Merlin you’re so immature.” You said, sitting up from your position.

“I’m going to bed.” You stated, before anyone could say anything else, and you quickly collected your belongings.

“Fine.” Mattheo said, looking down at you.

“Fine.” You repeated, looking at him before turning away and heading towards your dorm.

“God, you two are pathetic.” Draco said, once you had walked up the stairs.

“Pathetic? What the fuck are you talking about?” Mattheo said, angry with himself for letting his jealously take over, and for having given you the illusion that he was interested in any other girls.

“Nothing mate, just forget it. You have to see it on your own.” Draco said, looking back down at his essay.

Theo, who had been selfishly smiling due to the argument between you two, looked down at his hands, trying to figure out what Draco meant by his statement. Do they see it too? Is it really possible that you actually liked Mattheo? He thought to himself, brows furrowing in worry, a frown now taking over his smile.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed.” Mattheo said, his worry that he had pushed you away consuming him. He wished for nothing more than to be yours, only yours, but his fear of rejection and pushing you away from him kept him from doing anything about the matter. He sulked up to his room, wondering if he would ever be man enough to at least try.

~~~

As you walked into the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, you felt a hand on your forearm, and you were pulled away from Pansy. You yelped at the sudden movement, but relaxed when you saw that the hand belonged to Mattheo. You hardened again when you remembered you were mad at him.

“Y/n, please don’t be mad at me. I’m so sorry for getting angry at you yesterday, it was completely undeserved.” Mattheo said, as held you outside of the bustling dining room. His eyes pleading, filled with remorse.

“Do you like her?” Not being able to stop yourself from asking the question that had been eating at you.

“No, no it wasn’t like that I swear!” He stated, hoping to get rid of any uncertainty you may have held. “She was asking me about Enzo. We have a class together and I guess she thought I was the best inside source she could get.” He said, smiling down at you as he realized that you were no longer angry at him due to the way yours eyes lightened and the way your lips were curling up into a small smile.

“Well tell her that she can just as a girl next time.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Why, are you jealous?” He said, a cocky smirk spreading over his face.

“Absolutely not! Just looking out for her because you would probably enjoy ruining her chances with Enzo.” You said, cheeks turning red at almost being caught. He continued to smile at you, obsessed with the playful look you wore on your face whenever you rambled on about something.

“Skip class with me.” He said suddenly, clearly not much thought being put into the careless action. “Let’s go do something, just us two. No Ravenclaws and certainly no Dean Thomas, because I’ll beat the shit out of him if he ever even looks at you again.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal pretty boy.” You said, laughing and shaking your heads at his last comment. He blushed at the nickname and put his arm around your waist as he led you down the hallway. An entire interaction that didn’t evade Theo’s notice.

~~~

Saturday have finally rolled around after what felt like an eternity. You entered the bustling Ravenclaw common room with Pansy, flashing blue lights and booming music engulfing you. Your short black skirt and corset top hugged your figure perfectly, making you feel confident and bold. You reached the bar alone, Pansy having gone off to find whoever was the “love of her life” at the moment, and you waited for whatever 3rd year they had working to mix your drink.

“There’s my pretty lady.” Mattheo said as he came up to you, hugging you from behind and just barely kissing your temple.

“How’s the party so far?” You asked, craning your neck to look up at him.

“Much better now that your here.” He said, clearly already intoxicated.

“You’re drunk.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes. Your heart felt a little heavier because you wish he could say these words to you while sober.

“Not enough.” He joked, as he reached for the drink the 3rd year was handing some Hufflepuff. He was about to complain, but Mattheo shot him a glare that sent shivers down your own spine, causing the boy to spin around as fast as his heels would let him, leaving without anything to drink.

“Follow me, Angel.” Mattheo said as he grabbed your drink and after your hand to lead you through the crowd.

“Do you even know my name?” You joked due to his excessive use of pet names.

“Uh, Cornelius right?” His response left you giggle behind him as your reached your friends, all standing around near the dance floor.

“There’s my principessa!” Theo said excitedly, hugging you out of Mattheo’s grip.

“You lot are so exclusive! Why don’t you mingle with some other people?” You say to the group, as Theo’s arm find its way around your shoulders. You can almost swear you saw Mattheo’s jaw clench.

“And risk talking to a mud blood? No thank you.” Draco said.

“God you are so annoying.” You said, shaking your head at him. He simply shrugged as he smiled and returned to his conversation with Blaise.

“I’m gonna go find more fire whiskey.” Enzo called over the loud music, detaching himself from the group.

“Come dance with me.” Mattheo said, leaning down to talk in your ear.

“Lead the way.” You replied, smiling as you detached yourself from Theo and took Mattheo’s hand.

“We’ll be right back.” You called out to Theo, who looked at you two with a mix of contempt and sorrow.

As you finally reached the crowded dance floor, Mattheo took your arms and placed them loosely around his shoulders, grabbing your waist and swaying you to the music.

“You look really pretty tonight.” Matt said, smiling down at you.

“As opposed to every other day?” You said, a playful smile on your lips.

“You’re impossible.” He said, lightly laughing.

“Thank you. You look very handsome as well.” You said, your stomach flipping around.

Mattheo and you continued to dance and talk, enjoying each others company. Your emotions were high due to the mix of alcohol, movement, and Mattheo’s arms around your body, putting you into a euphoric state. The blur of the seductive music leaving you yearning for nothing more than his lips. As the music progressed, Mattheo spun you around, your back now to his front, and your arms holding him by his neck, tugging his hair with your fingers. His breath was hot and heavy in your ear, your hips grinding together to the beat of the music causing your own breath to hitch.

As much as you wanted to allow yourself to get lost in the moment, you felt a pair of eyes burning on you, causing an uncomfortable feeling to rise in your stomach.

“You ok?” Mattheo asked, his voice husky and low.

Before you could even respond, you felt a pair of strong hands ripping you from Mattheo, dizzying you and causing you to fall onto the ground. Disoriented, you struggled to realize the sight in front of you.

Theo had punched Mattheo square on the jaw, his head spinning back and losing his balance. Theo was relentless as he took the opportunity to mount his body and throw continuous punches. Mattheo attempted to fight back but the surprise of his best mates attack mixed with his physical and mental impairments caused by the alcohol and weed prevented him from protecting himself as well as he would’ve on a regular day.

“Get off of him!” You yelled as you finally realized the situation, a ring already forming around the boys.

“Stop, stop!” Enzo said to you as he grabbed you as you attempted to run towards the boys, holding you back.

“He’s killing him! Get the fuck off of him!” You yelled, attempting to break free from Enzo’s strong arms, which proved to be impossible after only a few seconds.

“Mate get off him!” Blaise yelled over the music, as he and Draco attempted to pull Theo off of Mattheo.

Mattheo had managed to throw some good punches despite his condition, Theo’s bloody nose dripping down his neck, his now black eye quickly swelling shut.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Draco asked astonished, grabbing onto Theo with the help of a few other guys.

It took half of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team + Blaise and Draco to finally rip Theo from Mattheo’s bloody body, grabbing him and throwing him onto a nearby couch.

You ran to Mattheo’s body as soon as Enzo loosened his grip, blood masking his precious features.

“Matty, can you hear me?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes at the sight, your hand lightly running through his hair.

No response.

“Mattheo?!” You asked louder this time, shaking him.

No response.

“Enzo help me! He’s not answering!” You said frantically, he rushed to your side and shook Mattheo, attempting to get his attention.

“Help me lift him.” He said to you, before looking over at you and seeing your tragic state.

“Draco, get over here!” He yelled, never taking his eyes off of you. Did you actually love him? He thought to himself, always just thinking your flirty nature was a joke.

“Grab his arm.” Draco said as he made it over, pulling Enzo out of his thoughts.

The boys grunted as they lifted Mattheo’s body, blood pouring down his face as they straightened him up.

“We have to get him to the Hospital wing.” You said hysterically, your heart pumping to loudly you could no longer hear the boisterous music.

Everyone around staring in disbelief, whispers and gasps filling the room.

Blaise rushed over once he was done with Theo, grabbing Mattheo’s legs and helping the boys carry him out of the party, rushing to the hospital wing.

“He’s alive right?” You asked, worry consuming your entire body.

“This is Mattheo we’re talking about, it’s gonna take a lot more than a few punches to get him.” Enzo said, reassuring you.

After a few minutes of rushing around the castle, you finally reached the Hospital Wing, pushing the big doors open and calling for Madame Pomphrey.

She came around the corner upon hearing your voice, rushing towards the group at the sight of Mattheo’s body.

“Is he conscious?” She asked immediately, leading the boys to a bed.

“No.” Enzo responded as they laid Mattheo down onto the bed Madame Pomphrey had assigned.

“Alright, thank you for bringing me the boy, but I need you out. I’ll send for you when he’s awake.” She said, immediately pouring some liquid onto a rag and dabbing it on Mattheo’s broken face.

You began to protest, but Enzo dragged you away, leaving the room and shutting the door.

“He’ll be fine. We need to let her do her job.” Draco said as he noticed you about to complain again.

You whimpered at the thought, burying your face in Enzo’s chest, who held you tightly.

“He’s going to be fine, I promise.” He said, rubbing your hair.

Suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat, causing you to break free from Enzo’s chest to see who the noise belonged to.

Theodore.

“You! You foul coward! What the fuck is your problem attacking him like that?! You almost killed your best friend!” You yelled, tears spilling from your eyes as you lunged towards Theo.

“Y/n please, just hear me out.” He said desperately.

“What is there to hear? I can barley even look at you right now I’m so disgusted!” You yelled, fighting every urge to slap him across the face.

“Y/n please, I’m sorry! I just-“

“You just what? You just fucking what?” You yelled again, the boys behind you watching the scene unfold with awe.

“I never meant to hurt him, I just couldn’t stop.” His voice was seeping with desperation, his eyes filled with anguish.

“I actually can’t even look at you.” You said at his stupid claim.

“Y/n you wouldn’t understand but I had to! I couldn’t watch any longer I was just consumed with rage, I barely even realized what I was doing!” He rushed out, attempting to explain a hopeless claim.

“You’re fucking crazy.” You spit at him, the image of Mattheo’s body getting bloodier and bloodier cycling around in your head.

“Y/n I’m in love with you! And seeing him hold you like that, I don’t know what took over me but I just couldn’t contain it!” He exclaimed, his hands in his hair.

Suddenly everything stopped, your head spun so fast you were sure it was going to fall off your neck. The boys behind you had their jaws on the floor and Theo held his breath. After what felt like centuries, you let out a breath.

“I need you to get the fuck out of my sight right now.” Was all you said as your rage began to eat at you.

“Y/n please don’t, just talk to me!” He begged.

After you didn’t respond he pleaded again.

“Mate, I think it’s best you leave.” Enzo said, as he made his way over to Theo.

“No I’m not fucking leaving! We’re in the middle of a conversation!”

“She’s made it painfully clear that she wants nothing to do with you.” Enzo said, grabbing Theo’s arm and pulling him away, disappearing down the hall.

Draco and Blaise squeezed your shoulder reassuringly before following in Enzo and Theo’s path.

You suddenly felt so dizzy and walked over to the infirmary’s door, letting your body slide down until your knees were to your chin.

You held your shins as you sobbed, your brain struggling to find solace.

Mattheo was in the hospital wing and you had no idea if he would recover or not, and you couldn’t even recognize Theo anymore. What the fuck was happening?

—-

After what was probably hours, the doors opened, Madame Pomphrey kindly informing you that Mattheo was now awake.

You took a deep breath, afraid of what you might see, and followed her inside. After she reminded you of the bed where he lay, she walked towards the back, giving you two privacy.

You slowly walked up the bed, hesitantly opening the curtain to see the boy.

“Hey princess.” Mattheo said groggily, his face covered in bandages and bruises

“Oh my god.” You said, your hands flinging to cover your mouth as tears sprung back into your eyes.

“Hey, hey it’s ok. You should see the other guy.” He said reassuring you, smiling lightly at his joke.

You laughed through your tears, sitting down at the little stool next to his bed.

“Does it hurt?” You asked, holding onto his hand.

“Not one bit.” You knew he was lying because of the way he grimaced every time he even slightly moved, but you appreciated the sentiment.

“Merlin I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so sorry.” You said, your heart cracking at the sight of him.

“It’s not your fault y/n. And I’m gonna be just fine, Nurse said so herself.” He said, his own heart breaking seeing you so upset.

“I just wish there was something I could do to help.”

“You could kiss me better.” His signature smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh yeah? Where does it hurt?” You asked, smiling at his antics.

“Right here.” He said, pointing just above his right eyebrow with his left hand.

You leaned down and lightly kissed his cut, a sound of pleasure releasing for Mattheo at the touch.

“Here.” He said, now pointing to his nose.

You leaned down and kissed him again, lightly at risk that you might hurt him.

“Here.” He said, now pointing to his cheekbone. You repeated your earlier steps.

“And here.” He said, his finger now coming up to his lips.

Your eyes widened once you realized what he meant, your heart growing in size at his miniature confession.

You slowly leaned down, until your lips were hovering just above his.

“Are you sure it hurts here?” You joked.

“More than anything else.” He responded, before leaning up and finally meeting his lips with yours.

The kiss was romantic and sweet, yet a deep hunger was slowly taking control.

His hands reached up to your hair, yours going to cup his cheeks.

His tongue tickled your bottom lip, slowly entering as he explored your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, your hands running through his hair.

“Please don’t make that noise or I won’t be able to control myself.” He said, as he slowly pulled away, a lovesick expression painted all over his face.

“Maybe that’s been my plan all along.” You joked, kissing his temple.

“Remind me to never let you plan anything again, it took too long for my liking.” He smiled, looking up at your big (color) eyes.

“Noted.” You said, before you kissed him again, all your worries disappearing as you lost yourself in his being.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Mark Grayson 💕 kissing somewhere other than lips

send a heart - 💕 kissing somewhere other than lips

[sort of a part ii to this request x]

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After your workout and a quick shower in the locker room, you were finally done for the day and allowed to go home. You sigh as you heard the automatic doors open & shut for the last barrier to your freedom. This new training Cecil and his team had you on was murder.

You smile despite your sore muscles as you see Mark waiting for you in the hallway. Dressed in his casuals as well. No longer Invincible but Mark Grayson who was going to walk you home. Maybe stay and watch a movie. Maybe do some other stuff…..

“Good work today you two.” You turn to look over your shoulder just as you link your fingers with Mark to see Cecil behind you. How did the man always seem to appear like that? “Stats like that and we’ll be ready for the Super Bowl in no time.” You weren’t sure what the Super Bowl was in this scenario, but Cecil seemed certain it was going to come. “[Y/N], a word?”

Though it was phrased as a question, you knew as well as anyone that it wasn’t. You growl in your throat and squeeze Mark’s hand. “I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be outside.” He promised. Squeezing your hand back before he went out the doors.

You smile wistfully at your sweet boyfriend, before you clear it from your face and turn to Cecil. “Yes?”

“How is the new training going for you?” You arch a brow at Cecil’s question. He knew how it was going. You went over the stats report with the science guys personally with him in the room. So why the question?

“Fine.” You answer cautiously. “Why?”

“I just want to make sure my top players have the resources they need.” There was a pause as you and the older man stare at each other. Finally he added, “how’s Mark doing?”

‘Aahhh’ You thought as you realize you had come to the crux of this line of questioning. This wasn’t about you. It was about Mark. “Mark is fine.”

“You sure about that?” You arch your brow again. Was he questioning how well you knew your boyfriend? “Mark’s been through a lot. His dad tried to kill him, along with half the planet. He had to get his bones and skin stitched back together. People depending on him to save the world.”

“If you’re so worried he can’t handle it, then why don’t you take a little off Mark’s plate so he can.”

Cecil’s frown let you know that he did not like that suggestion. “I’m not saying Mark can’t handle it. I’m saying that I want us to be vigilant in case the boy wonder starts to crack.” It felt like there was another show about to drop. You don’t remember Cecil being this soft or altruistic with the rest of you. “I know you and Mark are close. I’m asking that you help him if he starts to buckle. And, let us know so we can manage it.”

You were shocked. “You want me to spy on Mark.” That’s what all of this was about.

“I’m not asking you to spy on him, [Y/N]. I’m just asking you to keep an eye on him and report back if you notice anything.”

“You literally just said the definition of spying.” You grit your teeth. Disgusted at the mere suggestion you would betray Mark’s trust. “I’ve done a lot of things ‘for the cause’ Cecil. But I’m not doing that.”

“So you would rather get blindsided again like the last time if Mark ever cracks?” Cecil argued. “I’m not asking for State Secrets on him here [Y/N]. I’m just asking for a head up on his mental state.”

“Get him a shrink then if you’re so worried. But I’m not doing it!” This conversation was over as far as you were concerned, so you turned to leave and meet back up with Mark.

“Everything ok?” Mark asked when he saw you. Immediately noticing your annoyed and angry expression.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” You tell him. Quickly schooling your features into something softer. “Just some new thing Cecil wanted me to do for training. And I was like ‘agh…oh my god…enough already…I yield’.” Mark laughed at your joke and kissed your cheek as he re-linked up your hands.

Your smile back to him was a little jilted as you debated on telling Mark what actually happened. It would hurt his feelings to know that the people he was working so hard for him didn’t trust him. That, in the end, despite everything he had done, they still thought he was like his father. But didn’t he deserve to know that the people he was working for didn’t trust him? You weren’t sure what the right answer was.

In the end, you left it alone for now. You weren’t sure if it was the right answer or not, but you just didn’t want to deal with it. You weren’t going to spy on Mark, so what else could they do?

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

Ok so I was thinking of Yandere Dick and Starfire with an s/o who’s has a Night fury dragon! So you might be wondering what is a Night Fury well here’s the official description!

“The Night Fury was once considered to be one of the most mysterious and fearsome species of dragons. In fact, until Hiccup befriended Toothless, no one even knew what a Night Fury looked like because they preferred to attack at night, when their black scales allowed them to blend into the night sky, making them mostly invisible.

Night Furies are classified as members of the Strike Class. They have the ability to "dive bomb," meaning that they can plummet from great heights, gaining speed as they continue downwards, then shoot a "plasma blast" at their target.

For a long time, the only information that the Vikings had gathered on this rare dragon was the whistling sound of its speed cutting through the night sky, followed by a bright purple light, then finally a massive explosion.

Physically, they are of medium build with jet black scales covering their body. Night Furies also possess retractable teeth (hence Toothless' name). Rather than firing like most dragons, Night Furies are able to shoot "plasma blasts" from their mouth. They are also extremely swift and use their speed and coloration to blend into the night sky.

While they may initially seem like vicious, dangerous creatures, Hiccup's friendship with Toothless has increased our understanding of the true nature of the Night Fury. They are highly intelligent, loyal and fiercely protective of those they care about.”

I feel this movie quote sums up the Night Fury reputation. “Night Fury.

Speed: Unknown.

Size: Unknown.

The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Never engage this dragon. Your only chance: Hide and pray it does not find you.”

So I was thinking of Yandere Dick and Starfire’s love interest would have one. I’m thinking they found there Night Fuury injured and heals them and slowly gains the trust of the beast. Shh we’re going to pretend that most people don’t know about the Night Fury’s. So I was thinking of a fight that forces Ducks and Starfire’s s/o to finally use there night fury at full power. (Go to YouTube and look up Toothless vs The red death full fight and you’ll see what fight I’m talking about👍🏽)

So how would Dick and Starfire react to this powerful being that acts more like a cat? Bonus points if the s/o takes Dick for rides since he can’t fly! Also remember to take care of yourself!

Yandere Nightwing x reader x yandere starfire

The cave was a hollowed pocket in the mountainside, so quiet and unassuming that no one thought to explore it. That was why you had come here when you found the dragon, scales as black as midnight and eyes burning with defiant intelligence, its body trembling with exhaustion and pain. The Night Fury had been a myth whispered by few, feared by many, and believed by even fewer. Yet, when its wounded frame had stumbled into your path, its snarling maw daring you to approach, you had done something no one else would have dared. You knelt. You whispered. You stayed.

Healing the dragon had been a delicate process. It wasn’t just the wounds—deep gouges across its flanks, a twisted wing—but the trust you had to earn. Days turned to weeks of patience, leaving food and water within reach but never crowding it. Slowly, it began to accept your presence, its sharp eyes watching your every move. When you touched its scales for the first time, you felt the tension in its muscles, the latent power coiled beneath its skin. But it didn’t lash out. It let you stay.

The bond you forged was unlike anything you had ever known. The Night Fury—your Night Fury—became a shadow that followed you everywhere, a silent sentinel and an unyielding protector. Its loyalty was absolute, its intelligence sharp, and its affection—when it chose to show it—felt like a gift. It nuzzled your side like a great cat, purred low in its throat, and even allowed you to ride it, soaring through the skies on wings as silent as the grave.

Dick Grayson had always prided himself on his instincts. He noticed things others missed, pieced together puzzles before the first piece was even on the table. But with you, there was always something just out of reach, some part of your life you kept tucked away. He and Kory could sense it—the way you disappeared at odd hours, the way your gaze drifted toward the mountains as though drawn by some invisible tether. He told himself it was fine, that everyone had their secrets, but the quiet pang in his chest argued otherwise.

Then, the day came when secrets could no longer be hidden.

The attack was sudden and catastrophic—a rogue warship had descended upon the city, its cannons roaring and its drones flooding the streets. Dick and Kory had moved into action instantly, their partnership as fluid as the shifting tides. But even with their combined strength, the onslaught seemed endless. And then you arrived.

Kory’s fiery hair whipped around her as she hovered in the air, her starbolts cutting through the chaos. She turned just in time to see you standing amidst the rubble, your expression fierce and unyielding. But it wasn’t just you—it was the shadow that moved beside you, sleek and predatory.

The Night Fury.

Kory froze for the briefest of moments, her glowing green eyes widening in disbelief. The dragon was both beautiful and terrifying, its scales glinting like obsidian and its eyes locking onto the warship with predatory focus. When it opened its mouth, a plasma blast erupted like a thunderclap, striking the ship with pinpoint precision.

It was then that Kory truly saw you—not just as the person she had grown to adore, but as something more, something untouchable. The bond between you and the dragon was tangible, a connection forged in trust and fire. And as the Night Fury launched into the air with you on its back, weaving through the sky with breathtaking grace, Kory felt a pang of awe so sharp it bordered on envy.

Dick’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the Night Fury dive. The dragon moved like a shadow given life, its speed and agility defying all logic. He saw the way you leaned into the creature’s movements, the way your laughter carried through the air even amidst the chaos. It was a sight both exhilarating and humbling.

When the Night Fury turned its attention to the warship, Dick’s heart skipped a beat. The dragon's plasma blasts tore through the enemy’s defenses with ruthless efficiency, its attacks precise and devastating. But what struck him most was the way it protected you—shielding you with its body, snarling at any threat that dared come too close.

For all his training, all his years as Robin and Nightwing, Dick had never seen anything like it. And when the battle finally ended, the warship reduced to smoldering wreckage, he found himself staring at you with a mixture of admiration and something deeper, something he couldn’t quite name.

The dragon landed with a soft thud, folding its wings as you slid off its back. Kory was the first to approach, her starbolts dimming as she floated to the ground. She reached out cautiously, her movements slow and deliberate, but the Night Fury merely watched her with those piercing eyes, its tail flicking lazily.

“It’s magnificent,” she whispered, her voice tinged with wonder.

You smiled, resting a hand on the dragon’s side. “He’s more than that. He’s family.”

Dick stepped forward, his eyes never leaving the dragon. “Does it have a name?”

You hesitated, then shook your head. “Not yet. I didn’t want to rush it.”

The Night Fury huffed, almost as if amused, and Dick couldn’t help but chuckle. He stepped closer, his hand outstretched, and to his surprise, the dragon allowed him to touch its scales. The texture was smooth and cool beneath his fingers, and he felt a strange sense of reverence wash over him.

“You know,” you said, a teasing glint in your eye, “he likes flying with passengers. Want to try?”

Dick’s eyes lit up, and for a moment, he looked like the boy Kory had fallen in love with all those years ago. “You’re serious?”

You nodded, climbing back onto the Night Fury’s back. “Come on, Grayson. Let’s see if you can handle it.”

As the dragon took to the skies once more, with Dick clinging to you for dear life and Kory watching from below, her smile soft and bittersweet, the two of them realized something profound. You weren’t just theirs to love—you were something wild and untamed, a force of nature bound by no one.

And that only made them want you more.

BONUS : the flight

The Night Fury’s wings sliced through the air like knives, each movement a testament to its power and grace. The night sky stretched endless above Gotham, the city below a sea of twinkling lights and murmured chaos. You sat astride the dragon, its scales blending seamlessly into the dark, while Dick clung to your waist with a grip that was more panic than poise.

“You’ve got to relax,” you called over the wind, laughing softly at the way his arms tightened further.

“Relax?!” Dick’s voice was high-pitched, his usual confidence stripped away by the sheer height and speed. “I can’t relax when I’m flying on something that can dive-bomb like a missile!”

The dragon rumbled beneath you, a sound that could have been amusement. Its sleek head tilted back, as if acknowledging the man clinging to you. With a flick of its tail, it suddenly dipped into a sharp dive.

Dick’s girly scream echoed into the night.

(A/n: Truth to be told... I've only watched half the show yet😭😞👎 I'm so sorry for the long wait and responding w a short ass reply I swear things looked better in my head😵😵)

[kanmom51]

Jikook in bed - Part 1

I am pissed and in a not good way.

Worked over 4 hours writing this post, saved to drafts only for the whole damn thing to just disappear.

Did I mention I am pissed?

Cause I am.

Ok, let me take a breath and try to put down on paper my thoughts, hopefully I will remember some of them.  Sob sob.

Jikook in bed. 

Who would have thought that I would be writing a post about Jikook in bed? 

Please don't answer my rhetorical question, lol.

Who thought after the Jikook drought we got in 2023 that we would be getting this, eh?  And yet, here we are.  Me losing count of the number of posts I’ve already written about episodes 1 and 2 alone of Are you sure?! And I’m not done yet.  And another episode is coming today!!!

Did I mention just how overwhelmed I am?  In the very best way.  Well, other than being pissed at Tumblr for throwing away my hard work. 😭😭

I’ll be breaking this down into 2 parts because damn it, there is so much to say about these two short clips we get of the two in bed.  Both playful.  Both sus as shit.  If shit is sus – I guess we can ask JM on his thoughts about that – yes I did go there.  Poor man is not going to live this down, and now I understand why he kept asking if this could air – not because he was worried about their flirty handsy moments.  NOPE.  But because of the shit, lol.

Ok, so part 1 will be focusing on the brushing teeth in bed, while part 2 will focus on the handsy cuddly butt wacky master bedroom action.

When watching the whole brushing teeth in bed I had to ask myself a multiple why’s?

Why brush teeth in the bedroom? 

Or more so, why in that bedroom?

Why not in the bathroom?

Perhaps because we would see they are both using the master bedroom ensuite?

It’s not that we couldn’t deduce that from the footage, but that would take more looking into, which let’s be real, most army don’t do.  They watch it once or twice and many don’t pay attention to the details.  A lot of details need us to view the footage multiple times something that most army are not into – they don’t care to find out more.  They see the surface, JK and JM being cute, and that’s enough for them to say “oh, they are so brotherly…. Such brotherly love…” without wanting to see anything else.

But if you do look closer you see A LOT.

You see that JM does the tour of the house, showing us 4 bedrooms, first one being a master bedroom with a king size bed and an ensuite he shows us.

An ensuite we later see JK in while preparing to go out shopping.

So yes.  They were both using the same bathroom in that huge modern fancy house with 4 bedrooms and obviously more than one bathroom that happened to be the ensuite to the master bedroom.

And perhaps they didn’t want it to be too obvious.  Because why use that same bathroom? 

*side note: at this point, when JM goes to check on JK there is clearly a staff member in there with them. The way the camera moves the angle of filming changes, it's clear that is not a static camera, unlike the ones we got from the bedrooms and hallway at night and in the morning. It looks like the staff member is using JM's go pro to film that and as JM walks out of the bathroom the camera changes hands and JM has it. And I state this because most of the time there wasn't staff in the house with them. For a lot of the time they had the house to themselves. My educated guess would be that just like we saw they had control over the cameras in the house, could easily turn them on and off (JK with the hallway camera), they were the ones to decide when the staff can join them in the house to film or resume filming.

Another possible reason why we got the bedroom scene would be that they didn’t want to place a camera in the bathroom, which they obviously didn’t. I mean, that bathroom was rather small – you know, as ensuites usually are, and having them both stand there and brush their teeth would be cramped and uncomfortable (we saw that in Sapporo we did have them place that camera for us to see them brush their teeth side by side).  Also, obviously they wouldn’t want permanent cameras placed in the bathroom for privacy reasons – duh.  Even if they did have control over turning the cameras on and off. In Sapporo it’s clearly a camera they set up themselves, one they could just pick up and take away. They placed it there for the purpose of filming themselves brushing their teeth side by side. 

So basically, imo, this whole brushing teeth in the bedroom JK was supposedly sleeping in was a combination of it all.

They wanted us to see them brush their teeth prior to going to sleep.  They didn’t want us to see that they were sharing the ensuite bathroom (the bathroom connected to the room JM was sleeping in).

And the cherry to top it all is showing us this is where JK is going to spend the night.

Because that was somehow something they needed to show us.

Unlike the cabin with the one bed, that didn’t ‘allow’ for another option, the two spending the night in the same bed while there are another 3 lovely empty rooms available, would be too much perhaps.

You know, deniability and all. 

Makes even more sense seeing this was filmed in July 2023, and the two did not know just yet what lies ahead of them when it comes to their enlistment.

Let’s talk about that for a sec, why don’t we?

Those cameras in the house, they were placed ahead of time.  Before the two arrived.  I’m talking about the permanent cameras – the ones downstairs, the one in the hallway, the one in JK’s bedroom, the one in the master bedroom.

This was decided ahead of time – that they will not be sharing a bedroom.  Not on camera anyway. And this wasn’t their decision!

I don’t think that JM asking while standing in that room whether to sleep together with JK, adding a comment about getting hit was an actual contemplation on his part.  I think it was him signalling that it’s definitely an option and perhaps the reason why he won’t be is because of not wanting to get hit.  Him doing all of that when JK is there in the room with him (probably going through his luggage which was probably there too – we don’t get to see, but it makes sense seeing how small the other room was and the fact that JK was using the ensuite).  We also see JK throw something onto the bed – perhaps a heat pack he took out of that luggage?  But he’s there and they leave the room together shortly after.

"Should I sleep next to Jungkook tonight? Will he hit me again?"...

Again, let me be clear here with what I’m saying.  JM asking this was a mute question, and he knew it, seeing that they were both well aware of the fact that cameras were already placed in the two bedrooms expecting them not to be sharing that bed.  At least not on camera.

And you know where else you see that bemusement about the separate beds?

In the trailer where we get them in Sapporo the two standing in the hotel room JK asking JM which bed he wants to choose.  JM’s reaction super telling. 

And what about the house in Jeju?  Clearly that second bed was brought up from the room downstairs (we know that from the original layout of the house).  Yes, Tae was joining.  But wouldn’t that be less sus them sharing a bed?  We’ve seen them all share beds in previous content.  Tae literally shared one with his mates back in 2022.  I guess that the idea was to show us that when there is an option they won’t share a bed?  That the CT cabin was a ‘must’ as there was only one bed and there was no choice?  Strange, seeing that there were other options for cabins that were not 1 shared bed.  Well, never mind that.  In any case I guess there was need for the deniability, seeing as to how cozy those two were the next day in that one bed in the master bedroom. 

Seeing that plus knowing they shared a bed could be construed as too much perhaps.

Btw, you know what that whole scene in bed reminded me of?

Remember that time JK was asked what his favourite memory from their trip to Tokyo?

Remember his answer?

JM staying up until 5 am on his phone and sleeping in the next morning?

Sorry, but that constant smirk on JM's face... to die...

and

Yes Jeon. "He" didn't sleep at night. That's why both of you overslept the next day.

*Side note: at the end of the interview/sit down JM won a gift which guess who was given straight away?

Well, them in bed together there in CT, seeing those few seconds we were allowed to see (with the many cuts) – that is how I picture them in Tokyo on that trip.  Those calm almost boring moments in bed together.  On their phones.  Snuggling.  Playing.  Just enjoying being next to each other, just the two of them, outside world be damned. 

That is what JK loved most in Tokyo. That is what was most memorable to him (our introvert sweetie).

And he got that here as well.

You could argue: "what's the difference here from the two spending time together in bed in Seoul at either of their palaces?" And my answer to that would be:

EVERYTHING.

How can you even compare? Being back in Seoul, with all the playing around their schedules and stress and pressures and anxiety that still linger even when you are home, even when you are together with your loved one. You can't compare it to this. JM taking the time off to be with him. JK taking the couple of days off during his promotions for his first solo debut. Getting away from it all. Spending those 3 days together alone. No work. No stress. No pressure. Even with JK feeling physically off and JM's diarrhea. Just the two of them, away. Away from everything and everyone. Having those tiny every so important soft moments.

Or in layman's words: having a cuddle at home is not the same as having that cuddle when away, taking that time to spend together as a couple. It's just not the same. It's so much more. And that is also why it was so memorable for JK back in 2017.

I’m getting kind of emotional here folks.  Don’t mind me.

Let’s get back to the brushing teeth in bed, shall we?

Again, in the second bedroom and not the master, even though it’s the master ensuite they are using as a bathroom!!

Why not see them brush their teeth on the master bed?  Yeah, I think I answered that one already.  We weren’t supposed to deduct that JK was using the master ensuite.

We were to know that JK was sleeping in that room, we even got to see him go to sleep and wake up there.  It was very important that we see that.  Not make a mistake that maybe, just maybe, they spent the night together.

What do I think, you ask?  I will tell you, even if you didn’t ask, lol.

I think that JK probably did sleep in that bed for a bit.  A BIT.  Like a really really short bit.

I also think that they spent much time together in that one bed in the master bedroom.  They got the pre-sleep cuddles (that we didn’t get to see) and they got the post-sleep cuddles (that we also didn’t get to see – and I’ll get into that in the next post – just saying that JK walking into the room and out of it after he woke up – the first time he goes in and out – there was a HUGE chunk cut out of the footage).

Oh, and they got the post-JK eating crap for breakfast- cuddles too.

This isn’t going the way I wanted it to, lol.  I’m talking too much about stuff that is meant for part 2 of Jikook in bed.  You see, this is why it is all intertwined and if there wasn’t an issue with image limits or readers losing focus with too long posts this would all be one post.  But 'tis what 'tis and I have to stop talking about the master bedroom!!!

So, back to the toothbrushing.

This was them:

JK literally pulling JM down to lie on the bed.

The giggles (oh, what I want to say now and am holding myself back).

Their playfulness is on another level.

Add the legs over shoulder.

After JM laying his legs on JK's shoulders, JK grabbing the legs and pulling JM even closer in.

I love how with Jikook we live on moments that remind us of other moments. And this one kind of reminds me of another moment back from 2019 during rehearsal for the LY concerts, JM coming in behind JK to hold him and JK pulling JM's arm in for an even closer hug.

And we have cuts, of course.

So many of them.

Including this one.

And this one.

The cuts.  We should talk about them for a sec. 

There is hours and hours of footage, and obviously there are things that are deemed to end up on the editing room floor.  Footage that might be boring or irrelevant to whatever it is they want to be showing us.  There is also a time constrict that needs to be kept.  Understandably not everything can be left in.

But it’s some decisions that make you raise an eyebrow.  Some of those editing decisions that make you think – why cut this?  Why not leave the flow? 

And these moments are exactly those type of moments.

Obviously the fans will go crazy for seeing them be so playful and mucking around.  They are brushing their teeth and it’s clear this isn’t something that is going on for too long of a time.  So, why not allow us to see the FULL interaction?  I think we know the answer to that, don’t we?  Once again it’s those two being too much.  Too obvious.  Too handsy. Too couplie.

How exactly does JK end up with his back to us?

Why is he with his back to us?

Why is the whole scene with JM’s legs hanging over JK’s shoulders cut short?

And why does JK continue to be with his back to us after this has clearly ended and JM is sitting on the edge of the bed?

I kind of think that I know why JK was sitting with his back to us, and why it’s cut at that point and we never get to see them get out of that bed.

Great time to sign off.

See you for part 2 of Jikook in bed.

[shutupineedtothink]

More ep 7 thoughts, now that I’ve watched it twice and processed 🫠

Bookending the episode with Lilia’s fall but first it’s down and then it’s up - sick, twisted, beautiful, devastating, I’m crying

The soundtrack really goes hard in this ep

The wildest part about the “ex best friend” line is all of those things are equally insane - ex, ex best friend, or best friend. Like ma’am what hex were you living in

Babysitter is likely a reference to the comics, but interesting also in terms of WV because we saw Agatha babysit the twins only once I think. Does this mean she actually spent more time with them than we know?

Wow once again Kathryn Hahn is doing so much work in this first scene with Billy, she’s going from snarky to wary to calculating to hurt to i don’t even know. She’s doing a masterclass in face acting.

When they start to climb toward the castle, Agatha has her hands clasped behind her back and initially I was just like ma’am, why are you like this, but then I realized oh. Her hands are tied right now.

Waning moon for the Crone trial babyyyyyy called it

Fun and fast transition to get us into the trial, since we know the deal by now

She’s based on me you know — sooooo, tragic, misunderstood, secretly suffering her whole life, constantly judged by others, uh huh uh huh

Prove it - he really doesn’t believe a word she says! And she looks so hurt by it!

The way Agatha sits in the chair omg girl please chill

This is such like an Indiana Jones trap I love it

God I love Lilia’s visions, changing the perspective to hers, the blurring around the edges - sometimes you don’t need to do much, but it’s hella effective

Actually a lot of good camera tricks in this ep I’m not going to point them all out

It’s about limiting beliefs baybeee - once again the writers showing they know their psych

I’m sorry that tea leaves to the underground transition??? Spectacular

“Well tell me what more I should see when I look at you. No, I mean it” - hey nonviolent communication, how’s it going 🤌

God can you imagine how scary it would be to have these visions as a CHILD

Did you not see imminent impalement in your future?? Lol why did this get me

I get the fake nose on Agatha but idk maybe I could’ve done without it

Teenager his full name LOLOL underrated joke

Dory OMGGGGG

Jen being the ultimate Lilia champion this ep and I love it. Also seems to contradict her behavior even more in Agatha’s trial, but she’s still more snappy with Agatha here too

What are you wearing, I don’t wanna talk about it - bruh every line. EVERY LINE.

Did I mention the transitions are killer

Your task is not to control but to see. - I, I can’t keep writing down every line but

I love that as soon as Jen knows what’s going on, she’s totally on board, just asking Lilia for intel, like yep this is normal now

Ahhh the spell book. Interesting that Lilia finds it.

Ohp - I wish Lilia was here. Ask and you shall receive - see the Billy’s Road theory

She calls him baby again 😭

Is snappy dialogue one of my biggest joys on this earth? I think it is

Proper tarot takes time and care. And leads to large gaping wounds - …. You mean like internal wounds? Like trauma? Like you have to bring up the trauma to heal it? Uh huh uh huh cool cool cool cool you said it Agatha not me.

The Magician, the ability to turn all of your goals into reality - Agatha immediately side eyes him. Bruh.

I’m a forgotten woman. Then remember yourself. 🤌🤌🤌

I was falling. I will fall. - CAMERA. MOVEMENT.

What will you do with your remaining time 🤝 all we can do is decide what to do with the time that is given to us. Iykyk.

The subway baybeee get that House of R theory

God this tarot spread scene is so epic.

Ok Jen being the path ahead… I gotta come back to that

Agatha is the obstacle yep that makes sense (but the obstacle is the way)

Windfall - Billy, miraculous transformation uh yep ok

Destination - Death. Such a good reveal, even if I already knew it. Once again the power of good writing. In the end all roads lead to me. UGH WTF

NOT THE GREEN VINES SPELLING A BIG OL “R” WHEN THE DOORS OPEN

The original green witch…. Ok so she is in the coven… but also Billy’s in the coven? It’s a shared black heart? Or it means you can go one direction or the other… hm.

Ughghghghhh her just giving them each what they need before she sends them onward. She’s the GOAT.

Did I mention the music????

This whole scene is so EPIC. The tower upright fuck it up queen

Oh my God Lilia took her power back 😭

We didn’t see a body unlike Alice I’m holding onto that “see you at the end” lyric with all my might at this point

Time in a bottle was sick and twisted and beautiful I love it

I just… can’t believe this is something I got to witness. Like it’s so good I’m mad about it.

A few other quick thoughts:

Jen being the path ahead… if she was birth in the first trial (see my maiden mother crone trial theory), then maybe she’s also REbirth? It’s a circle sewn with fate… we’re going back to the beginning but emerging from the Road this time. Eh??

Patti…. PATTI!! Where’s her Emmy? Where’s the show’s Emmy???

Not only was this a better time travel plot than the rest of Marvel as I said in another post but it’s also better than time travel in Doctor Who for the last 10 years and that pisses me off low key.

Not to jump ahead but buckle up kids cuz if we’re following the loose structure of WandaVision then ep 8 is our flashback/reliving the trauma episode for Agatha and as much as I was destroyed by this ep I am so not ready for all of that.

Anyway. What a masterpiece. I’m DONE.

[angstywaifu]

New Feelings

Request: garrick x reader. Full of fluff. Maybe their in a similar situation where their dragons are mated but recently ? And they start having these feelings they didn't have to block out before. Requests Open.

Masterlist

Garrick and I had been friends since first year. He had been behind me on the parapet on conscription day. Giving words of encouragement as I slowly made my way across with shaky legs. If it had been anyone else behind me they would have pushed me off and let me die. But not Garrick. He had made sure I made it across. Capturing me in his arms as my legs gave out when I stepped off. Guiding me over to one of the benches to help me calm my nerves. Heights had never been my strong point. But I didn’t have a choice in being here. Neither had Garrick. Both children of the rebellion. Both marked to show what our parents had done.

Since that moment he had helped me with my training. Making sure I had what I needed to survive. He had become my life line for the first few months till we both bonded our dragons. Once that happened it was like something in me shifted, and it all became natural to me. I was no longer the scared girl who had shakily made her way across the parapet. I was a dragon rider. But it hadn’t stopped Garrick and I training together whenever we got the chance. And when the time came he brought me in on the supply runs to the Gryphon riders. It helped that our dragons got along well. Chradh and Nearte having a close friendship just like Garrick and I. Meaning they flew well together.

But at the end of second year they threw a spanner in the works for us. Chradh and Nearte becoming mated dragons. A bonded pair for life. Bonding Garrick and I to each other for life. I remember the night it happened. Graduation Night. At first I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. What had come over me. But that night Garrick and I had ended up in someone else’s bed to try subdue the feeling that had both taken us by surprise. The next morning Xaden had lost it as Garrick joined us for breakfast. Instantly knowing what had gone down due to having a mated dragon himself. We we’re both still on edge, the emotions our dragons we’re feeling over being newly mated still screaming at us down the bond. We’d both barely gotten any sleep despite going multiple rounds with the other riders we had taken to bed.

Xaden reaches into his jacket pocket and places a tin on the table between us before standing. “Split what’s inside. You two are going to need it to get through the next few days.” He teases before walking out of the hall.

Garrick reaches over and opens the tin. Churum. Something we definitely were not allowed to have in the quadrant. But as we met each others eyes, we knew we we’re going to need it if we wanted to get a good nights sleep before the school year started up again.

After that everything mostly turned back to normal, besides our dragons going at it nearly every night for the first few weeks. The churum only doing so much to dull the tsunami of emotions they sent down the bond. But as the days and weeks went on, as Garrick and I learnt to shield out the brunt of the emotions they sent down the bond, something else had changed. As if I had started to see Garrick in a new light. In a way I had never seen him before. And that’s how I found myself zoned out in challenges as I watched Garrick take on a guy in second year. My eyes trailing over his muscular physique on full show due to him removing his shirt. The sweat that accentuates every fine line.

”You ok Y/N?” Xaden asks from next to me.

I tear my eyes away from Garrick who has the second year easily pinned beneath him. “Yeah.. yeah I’m fine.” I tell him as confidently as I can.

He raises an eyebrow at me. “I’ve been trying to get your attention since his challenge started.”

”And?”

”That was two minutes ago.” He states bluntly.

Oh.

”Sorry just a bit distracted.” I tell him with a shrug, my cheeks burning as they flush.

Xaden looks at me before shifting his eyes to Garrick. A small smirk on his lips.

“About damn time.” He teases.

I narrow my eyes at him. “What do you mean about damn time?”

“The fact you have to ask that just proves how oblivious you are. Maybe this mated dragon thing will do you two some good.” He tells me with a chuckle as the bell ringing around the quadrant signals the end of challenges.

I look at him confused, what the hell was he talking about? But I was about to find out. I turn back to look at Garrick to see another girl walking up him. Reaching out to run her hand down his front. I instantly see red despite Garrick reaching out and stopping her. He does nothing to hide his displeasure at what she’s done. Garrick might get around, but he doesn’t like it being flaunted in front of the Quadrant publicly. But the girl still tries. Reaching out with her other hand. I must go to rush forward as Xaden grasps my wrist tightly in his hand.

”Is that jealousy?” Xaden teases.

I glare at him as I rip my wrist from his grasp, looking up to see Garrick looking at me with panic in his eyes. The girl trying to get his attention back as he just stares at me. I turn and rush from the room, wiping the angry tears that have fallen down my cheeks. I vaguely hear him calling my name as I rush through the Quadrant. Praying I can lose him. But he knows exactly where I’m running off to. And yet I don’t change my path. Head right where Garrick knows I will go. But at least I will be able to get a few moments before he arrives. I lean back against the tree as I lower myself to the ground, shutting my eyes and focusing on my breathing. I’d made a fool of myself. Let Xaden get in my head. But had he? I’d instantly seen red when that girl had walked over to Garrick. Instantly wanted to march over and tear her off him. Not something I had ever wanted to do before. This was just our dragons and them being mated now. This was nothing to do with actually wanting Garrick. Right? Heavy foot steps on the ground announce his arrival. I open my eyes to see him leaning on the tree next to me, arms crossed across his now clothed chest. Looking at me in a way I’ve never seen him look at me before.

”I think we need to talk darling.”

[live-laugh-legolas]

I don’t know if you’ve already done a request like this before but I was wondering if you could write for Legolas and Elrond with a reader who is a dragon shifter. The reader is super affectionate and kind of like a cat, hugging them randomly and rubbing their face against them but also fiercely protective of them. The reader can be a little chaotic at times since they’re a rather young shifter (in dragon years they’re basically a teenager). How would they react upon first meeting them and getting to know the reader?

I’ve been resurrected guys. Wasn’t feeling motivated but was going through my inbox and old posts and decided, eh what the hell. Let’s do this one! Probably won’t be great but I feel like putting something out.

Legolas & Elrond x dragonshifter!reader

Legolas:

-He is absolutely fascinated

-We should remember he is also young (by elf standards that is)

-So he matches any rambunctiousness with equal strength

-First meeting he would be super respectful and maybe a little shy

-But once he sees you’re chill he’s all in

-He immediately is coming up with ideas for tricks you two can do

-Will try and “surf” on your back as you fly and shoot his bow

-Despite his impeccable balance; initially this ends with a lot of Legolas getting humbled

-Ok…maybe sometimes you purposely try to throw him off…just maybe

-In terms of being affectionate while in dragon form he loves it

-Likes to pretend you are his pet when you guys go out to mess with people

-Will pull stunts to make it look like he’s “tamed a beast”

-Push him over with the snoot

-He deserves it; and secretly loves it

-Elves may not be the most physically affectionate but I think Legolas would be an exception

-As someone who has met cows; hugging the big heads is so nice. So imagine that even bigger! Incredible

-Will sit kinda wrapped in your tail while reading or snoozing

-Finds you being protective absolutely hilarious but also annoying

-Depending on the situation it’s either “Yeah you better run!” or “dude. I had that handled”

Elrond:

-So I stick with the idea that this guy is like “ok” to literally anything at this point

-Like I’m sorry but he’s just seen too much to really give a shit

-This doesn’t mean he doesn’t think you are incredible

-Yet another child for him to adopt; hopefully this one doesn’t date one of his other kids…

-Anyway

-I think he would try and keep your gift a secret

-He would urge you NOT to go flaunting your scaly side

-He wants to keep you safe

-That being said; he knows you don’t listen; and at this point he’s too tired to bother really trying to stop you

-“no shifting in the house” vibes

-He finds any nuzzling endearing but in moderation; like “ok. That’s enough. Stop. Y/n. I said quit…”

-Allows you to protect him when he knows it’s not truly a danger to you

-Like doesn’t want you in a war but if someone is bothering him he will absolutely use you as an advantage

-“careful. They haven’t eaten yet today”

-Does not wish to fly

-Maybe did it once. Not a fan if not necessary

-Will watch you do tricks and stuff kinda like how parents do when their kid has “something to show them” but they literally do the lamest things

[urprettyfaceisgoingtohell]

Hello, my dear friends. It’s me again, here to say, that as the ballots get counted and the numbers go up, I want you to remember that it’s not over til it’s over. All the numbers are bound to change and we’re still waiting for the swing state votes to come in. Trump may be in the lead but that’s all bound to change. I also want to remind you, that it’s ok to be scared, it’s ok to be uncertain, and it’s ok to worry about the outcomes of this election. But, on the other hand, I want to remind you to not let that fear or uncertainty consume you. If you’re like me right now, it’s easier said than done. I know checking the polls and playing what-if scenarios are convincing. But if you’re like me, you know that can take you down mental rabbit holes and ultimately make you feel worse.

My advice for those like me.

Take a deep breath

Have some water or a snack

Take/read/look at news in small doses

Remember that votes are still being counted

Do your favorite hobby/something that can take your mind off it for a while

Watch your favorite show(s)/movie(s)

Play with your pet(s)

call a friend or family member

Practice grounding (https://www.changeforlife.com.au/the-5-4-3-2-1-grounding-technique/)

Journal

Meditate/pray

(if you’re religious) open your religious book and read scriptures about anxiety/worrying. Ask your god(s) to give you a calm and peaceful mind

Most importantly: remember, it’s not over til it’s over. Don’t lose your mind/sanity over the media, polls, predictions, and so forth. Be aware, but don’t let it consume or stress you, please don’t.

If you’ve done everything you know you can possibly do, good job. I’m proud of you. This is above you now. All you (and everyone else) can do is watch and hope for the best. Stay safe and protect your peace my loves <3

here are some feel good images <3

[limpjerky]

Mika Hakkinen retrieved from his car following a big crash in Adelaide, 1995 (x)

“I remember being in the wall. I couldn’t move my legs and arms, I couldn’t focus. I thought, OK Mika, just relax, don’t fight it, don’t panic, everything is going to be OK. Then I was gone, I don’t remember any more.” (...) Eventually Mika was lifted into an ambulance and taken to the Royal Adelaide where his head was scanned – among other injuries, he had a fractured skull – and he was placed in intensive care. He regained consciousness the next day. “I was lying there with tubes everywhere, so I knew I was in a hospital. The first person I saw was Lisa Dennis, then Ron’s wife, this tall figure by the bed with blonde hair and a big smile, and I thought she must be an angel. Then I saw Ron standing next to her, and I thought, OK, I am not in heaven yet." “Then the hell started because I was in hospital in Australia for weeks. The doctors did a great job, and I know they saved my life where the accident happened, but I had so many tests and operations. Crazy tests, needles in my face to test the nerves, drilling a hole in my head to relieve the pressure, things like that. It was nasty. At first, because of the pain, I was thinking, ‘I’m going to die, I’m going to die.’ My whole life was looking at my watch to see when was it time for them to turn the valve in my drip for the next dose of drugs. The accident had damaged the nerves in my face and I couldn’t move my eyelids, so they had to tape my eyes shut to help me try to sleep. I couldn’t drink properly because my mouth didn’t work, so the water just fell out of my mouth. It was disgusting. I remember thinking, ‘This doesn’t look good.’ It wasn’t, ‘Will I be able to race again?’ It was, ‘Will I ever be able to live a normal life?’ “Finally I was able to walk in the garden, carrying my drip bottles, my head shaved like some bloody hooligan. I tried to look at things, the weather, the trees, the birds, but all I could think about was my next dose of painkillers. But I had great support from everybody, my girlfriend, my parents, my manager Didier Coton. My fitness trainer stayed all the time, because I didn’t want to be alone at night.”

The whole recovery was difficult. I really had to fight every day to get back, physically and psychologically. Soon I started running, even though I was still getting massive headaches. I knew I was getting better and better, and eventually Prof said, ‘OK Mika, you can do a test.’ I still had problems with my face and with my hearing – I’d had a couple of ear operations – but I went to Paul Ricard.” It was Monday February 5th, 87 days after the accident. “When I arrived everything was friendly, but I saw how the mechanics looked at me. I tried to behave like the normal Mika, but I knew they were thinking, ‘He won’t be able to do it, he’ll have to go back home.’ I thought, I’m going to show these guys, I’m coming back to win. When I got in the car I felt, this is my home, this is my office, and I went for it.” He did 63 laps, the best of which was half a second faster than Schumacher’s Ferrari had done the previous day. “I finished the test, said to the mechanics, ‘It’s fine. Pack up the car, take it back to England. I’ll see you in Melbourne.’”

Mika Hakkinen, 2010 (x)

[pupdoc0916]

Vengeance

Tails couldn’t help the feeling that he was being watched as he leaned over his most recent project.  His tails twitched nervously behind him as he finished welding one small piece to another.  He had only just earned the trust to use a welder on his own and he refused to mess that up by being distracted.

As soon as the job was done he quickly put the tool down and lifted his safety goggles, the tingling sensation that he was not alone getting the best of him.  He perched the eyewear on his forehead and quickly turned his attention toward the garage door.  A loud, relieved sigh left his lips when his eyes took in the figure outlined by the doorway.

“Knuckles!” he spoke, voice breathy.  “Geez, you scared me!”

Knuckles looked back, violet irises almost glowing under the artificial light of the garage.  He tilted his head to the side.

“I do not understand.  I mean you no harm.”

Tails rolled his eyes and brought his gloved hand to his forehead, rubbing at it in exasperation.  He once again met the echidna’s gaze and gave him an easy smile.

“It’s OK.” the kit replied, shaking his head.  “You just snuck up on me is all.”

Knuckles stared back, his brow furrowed in confusion.  Tails smirked slightly at his older brother’s bewilderment.  The echidna was a good guy, but sometimes was too literal for his own good.  Tails shrugged.

“Anyway, do you need something?”

Knuckles dropped his gaze toward the floor, his large gloved hand running almost nervously over the wood door frame.  Tails tilted his head, Knuckles rarely acted unsure.  And was that a hint of a blush on his cheeks?

“I…I need your help.” he said, voice low.  He lifted his purple eyes back up, meeting the kit’s gaze.  “I am not good with…technology…as you know.”

Tails gave him another easy smile.  “I know, Knuckles.  It’s no big deal.  I’m happy to help.  What do you need?”

Knuckles brought his gloved hand to his opposite wrist and began fidgeting with the small device attached to it.  The communication device Tails had made for him a few months ago.  “When you were explaining this to me you had mentioned a tracking capability.” the echidna started, voice still more hesitant than normal.  “I wondered…could you show me again?”

“Sure, Knuckles!” Tails replied, voice light to try and make Knuckles feel more comfortable.  His brother was a fierce warrior and fighter.  He had many strengths and skills.  Technology was just not one of them.  He stared at electronic devices like a child trying to read a foreign language and no matter how many times Tails tried to help the knowledge never seemed to sink in.  

Tails hopped off his stool, grabbing his own communicator as he walked up to the bashful echidna.  He took Knuckles arm within his small hands and turned it so that the communicator was facing towards them.

“So remember when I explained that the different colored buttons were coded to a certain person.  Blue is Sonic…Pink is Maddie…remember?”

Knuckles expression shifted at his words, eyes narrowing in response.  “I know this, fox.” he answered, voice hard.  “I am not a complete imbecile.”

Tails ears flattened at the echidna’s response and he laughed nervously.  “Heh, I know that Knuckles.  Just wanted to make sure you remembered.”

“I do.”

“Alright then.”  Tails swallowed, refocusing on the task.  “So to track someone you need to press the button twice in a row.  So, I press yellow twice…” Tails demonstrated the movement with his small finger.  “…And voila, it activates the tracking feature.  See…”  he pointed to Knuckles screen which lit up with a small dot.  “…It tells you I’m right here!”

Knuckles eyed the screen and Tails couldn’t tell if he was confused or unimpressed.  Then Knuckles looked back up to meet the kit’s eyes.

“It does me no good to track someone right in front of me.” he said, causing Tails to snort.

“Yeah…I know…I was just demonstrating.” Tails replied with humor.

“Can you demonstrate this from a distance?” the echidna asked, his purple eyes looking down at the fox.  “I would like to ensure it works.”

“Well…I could activate Sonic’s or Tom’s.  It would show them at the police station, but it would show a distance.”  Tails replied.

“But I cannot be sure the position is accurate…” Knuckles continued, gaze shifting toward the window.  “How can I trust the location is precise.”

Tails let out a sigh and rubbed at the back of his neck.  His explanation was apparently not enough.  He was going to need to show Knuckles, and knowing the echidna he expected this to happen now.  Tails looked longing back at his half finished project, let out a soft huff, then turned back toward Knuckles.

“I guess I can show you now…” Tails responded, putting his own communicator on his wrist.  “So I guess one of us can go hide?”

“I will do so and you will see if you can track me!” Knuckles answered, his voice shifting to a level of excitement.  Tails suddenly couldn’t regret playing this game with him.  It was rare that he and Knuckles did stuff together and his brother seemed pretty happy with this new activity.

Tails smiled back.  “Sounds good.”

“I will go and hide.  Give me five minutes to find a good place to conceal myself.”

“Five minutes?” Tails asked.  “How far are you going?”

“Far enough that this exercise will prove useful.” Knuckles responded and Tails shrugged.

“OK…I’ll wait here and come find you in five minutes.”

Knuckles’s eyes narrowed in determination and he ran from the garage and made his way to the forest tree line.  Tails had to giggle.  There was no game that Knuckles didn’t give his all and the kit could tell this was one of them.

He sat back at his bench.  If he had to wait five minutes he may as well complete the next few steps on his project.  He put his goggles back on and began to weld a few small pieces together, the sparks flying with his effort.  A few moments later he unplugged the welder and set it aside.  He took off his goggles and slid from his stool.

“Ready or not, here I come.” he said to himself.  He double clicked the red button on his device and after a second a red dot appeared on the screen.  Tails studied the dot as it blinked.  North.  Tails’ ears rotated towards the location, his namesakes swaying as he began to make his way into the surrounding trees.

His shoes sloshed through the damp leaves and brush of the surrounding forest, each foot step shuffling the debris on the forest floor.  He supposed he didn’t need to be quiet…he had Knuckles location after all.  This wasn’t technically hide and seek.

A quick glance toward the communicator caused him to change direction to his right, following the path set for him by the activated tracker.  After at least ten minutes of walking the kit huffed in frustration.  How far had Knuckles gone?

The dot suddenly changed on the screen, causing Tails’ attention to focus back on the communicator on his wrist.  The dot was flickering more quickly.  He was close.

Another minute of walking forward placed him at the tracker’s location.  But the space in front of him was empty.  The fox scrunched his nose and flicked his ears in confusion.  Tails looked up toward the tree tops, blue eyes scanning the swaying branches for a flicker of red.  Where was Knuckles?  He had accurately tracked him.  The game should be over.

Tails rolled his eyes in frustration.  Leave it to his brother to make a game more complicated than necessary.  

“Knuckles?” he shouted, but he knew it was for naught.  Knuckles would never make this easy on him.

Then a flash caught his eye.  He took a few more steps forward, narrowing his eyes toward the ground.  Another sigh left him and he placed his hands on his hips as he realized what he was staring at.  Knuckles had taken his communicator and placed in on the ground, hidden among the fallen leaves.  Tails once again began to scan the trees and surrounding bushes.  What was his brother playing at?

He took a few more steps forward and bent to pick up the device.

A snap rang in his ears and before Tails could react a rope grabbed and tightened around his ankles.  With a squeal he was jerked upward away from the forest floor, hands flailing as he tried to grab anything to stop his upward accent.  A grunt escaped him as he abruptly stopped moving, feeling a twinge of recoil through his spine at the sharp halt.  

Tails was panting, his heartbeat thrumming in his ears as he took in his position.  He was hanging upside down at least 10 feet from the forest floor by his ankles.  Panic hit him and he began to desperately reach his hands toward the ropes trying to find a way to escape.  Numerous tries failed, however and he eventually gave up.  His eyes began to scan his surroundings to find some way of freeing himself.  He desperately tried to calm himself as he assessed his situation.  Now was not the time to panic.

Then a rumble hit his ears.  Tails’ ears pricked forward as the sound grew in volume, his heart pounding from his helpless position in the trees.  He once again began to desperately reach for the ropes, fingers stretching as far as they could.

“It is no use, fox.  You will never free yourself.”

The fox’s mouth dropped open and he shifted his gaze.  Directly below him was Knuckles, a large grin plastered on his face.  Tails could still here the rumbling.  His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms tightly over his chest.  The sound was coming from Knuckles.  Knuckles was laughing at him.

“What are you doing?” Tails yelled, previous fear now warping into anger as he realized he was set up.  “Get me down!”

“I will in a moment.” Knuckles replied.  And as Tails stared down at his oldest brother he couldn’t help but widen his eyes.  He had never seen Knuckles look so devious.

“What is this about?” the fox yelled back, still reeling from sudden change in events.  Knuckles smiled back.

“Revenge is…how is it said?  A dish best served cold?”  Knuckles’ gaze never left Tails’ as he stalked around the base of the trap, like a predator hunting its prey.  Tails began twitching his namesakes, mouth once again dropping open.

“Revenge??” he asked, his voice reaching a higher octave.  “For what??”

Then it hit him and a twinge ran up his spine.  His eyes widened as he continued to look down at the scheming echidna.  Knuckles had outsmarted him.  Him…Tails…boy genius.  He  shook his head in disbelief.  

Knuckles stared back, completely satisfied.

“I believe I did promise it would come when you least expected it.”  he grinned, purple eyes sparkling.

“But…I…We…” Tails sputtered, hands waving back and forth.  “Just…WHAT?”

Suddenly a flash blinded him and Tails clenched his eyes against it.  When he next opened his eyes he saw Knuckles holding a camera, his grin widening.

“What?” he repeated again, the word continuing to rise from his tongue in his confusion.  “How…when did you learn to use a camera!?”

“Sonic taught me.” Knuckles replied, eyeing the device in his hands.  He then looked back up at the fox.  “A picture is worth a thousand words.”

Tails pouted and crossed his arms.  “You need to stop talking to Sonic.” he snapped.  “He is teaching you devious sayings!”

“Sometimes the hedgehog is good for something…” Knuckles replied.

Tails huffed, tightening his arms across his chest.  “OK…you win…you got me!” The fox shook his head.  “Can you get me down now?”

Knuckles shrugged, causing the fox’s chest to burn in rage.  He watched as the echidna bent down to grab the communicator and re-fasten it to his wrist.  Then, as if it was the easiest thing in the world, his brother scaled the tree, perching himself on the branch that held the fox captive.

Tails stared at him expectantly as he took the rope in one hand and used the other to slice through the strand with his spikes.  But he did not free Tails’ feet.  Instead the fox was flung over the echidna’s shoulder as he scaled back down.  Then Knuckles began to walk back toward the house.  

Tails began to twitch his tails in anger.  “Knuckles!  Let me go!”  He began kicking his feet, trying to free himself from the trap.

“It is not often I outsmart you, fox.” he replied, his arm tightening over the kits body still slung over his shoulder.  “I am going to enjoy this.”

Tails continued to kick and yell at his brother, voicing his displeasure and embarrassment.  However, it eventually became apparent that Knuckles had no intention of letting the fox down, and Tails’ body eventually stilled, his head resting in his hand as he watched the forest go by with a frown.

Eventually they came to the forest exit and entered the back yard.  And to Tails dismay, Sonic was home.

“Oh my God!” the hedgehog exclaimed, suddenly appearing at their side.  Knuckles once again began to chuckle as the hedgehog eyed Tails trapped over the echidna’s shoulder.  “Please tell me you got pictures!”

Knuckles held up the camera in his other hand.  Sonic began to vibrate with glee.  “I can’t believe it worked!”

“Wait!” Tails yelled, blue eyes widening in shock.  “You knew about this?”

Sonic grinned back.  “He may have told me.”

Tails’ mouth dropped, then twisted into a frown.  He took his free hand and punched Sonic on the shoulder.  “You suck!”

“I guess I owe you five bucks, Knux…I never thought he would fall for it!”

“What is going on out here?”

Tails suddenly smirked at the sound of his mother’s voice.  Knuckles was in for it now.  She would never let him get away with hurting her little boy.  Maddie, closely followed by Tom, emerged from the house and crossed the yard toward the three boys.  

Knuckles stopped, arm still holding Tails over his shoulder.  “I simply set a trap for our little brother.” he explained, voice unapologetic.  “It worked well.”

“What?” Maddie sputtered, reaching toward Tails who was still bound.  “Let him down!”

“Mooom.” Tails whined, his namesakes twitching as he weaponized his baby blues.  “Knuckles tricked me!  I was so scared!”

Maddie turned a glare on the echidna who shrank slightly under her gaze.  “You let him down right now!  Why in the world would you do this to your little brother?”

“It was only fair!” Knuckles retorted, voice suddenly defensive as he refused to let the kit down.

“Only fair for what?” Tom asked, lips tight.

“HE HIT ME WITH A CAR!” the echidna yelled, dropping Tails on the grass in an unceremonious heap.  

Maddie and Tom stared back at Knuckles, mouths hanging open.  Then they looked down to the fox who was trying to undo the tight ropes around his ankles.  Sonic stood next to Knuckles, snickering.

“What?” Maddie shrieked.  

“Tails…is that true?” Tom asked, voice high as he eyed the little innocent fox on the ground.

Tails flinched at the man’s words.  A blush hit his cheeks as he realized he would have to tell the truth.  “I…may have hit him with a car.  But he was fighting Sonic!”

Maddie looked from her youngest to her oldest, then back again.  She pulled her hand up to her forehead, rubbing her temple in circles.  Tom let out a bark of laughter, cut short by Maddie’s intense glare.  

Finally Maddie knelt down on the ground to look the kit in the eye.

“Sorry bud…this revenge seems fair for vehicular assault.”

Tails’ mouth dropped open.  “What!?”

Knuckles’ grin returned and he walked over to Maddie’s side.  “Thank you for understanding.  You are a fair judge Madam Maddie.”

Tails once again crossed his arms tightly over his chest in protest as he sat in the wet grass.  Maddie finally let a smile creep over her lips.

“Alright, Knuckles.” she spoke, the first hint of humor entering her voice since they had returned home.  “Let him go.”

Knuckles huffed, but without argument he walked over and sliced through the ropes with his spikes.  Tails immediately bent over and began to rub at his feet and ankles.  Finally, once he feet stopped tingling he got up and put his hands on his hips.

“So can we call it even?” he asked, staring at the echidna with a piercing gaze.

Knuckles grinned.  “Even, brother.”

Tails began to walk toward the house shaking his head, muttering curses under his breath.  First he was taking a hot shower, then he was getting first dibs on dessert tonight…you know…for his suffering.

As he walked away he heard Maddie walk over to Tom.  “These boys are going to be the death of me….”

And Tails couldn’t disagree.

@year-of-the-echidna

[chloe-skywalker]

Easter Celebrations - Billy Hargrove

Billy x Fem!reader

Warnings: religion is mentioned if that is a warning?

Word count: 648

Summary: Billy’s family doesn’t really do holiday’s. Not like most families at least. So why not join in and see how his girlfriends family celebrates them. He was invited after all.

Authors Note: Don’t ask me why pretty much all my holiday imagines end up being “Billy Hargrove” imagines. Because I don’t know why it ends up that way. I think it’s because the character just ends up working perfectly for my idea of the story.

P.S - Easter is a religious holiday so if that’s a warning them there you go. Warned, but I only really mention that they go to church not any views or etc…

 Also to those who celebrate it Happy Easter!

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(gif does not portray what goes on in the story on this one its just different I hate reusing gifs)

“I’m so glad you came.” Y/n smiled at Billy as she opened the front door to let him in.

“I wanted to see how you do Easter. I’m sure it’s a hell of a lot different than how it’s been done in my family.” BIlly shrugged putting his hands in his pockets as he entered her home.

“Well, my little sister isn’t up yet. So no eggs have been hunted, and no basket’s touched.” Y/n told him excitedly, closing the door behind him, pulling him into the living room. “Mom made you a basket too.”

Billy looked at her in shock. “She didn't have to do that.”

“She wanted to.” Y/n smiled reassuring him that it was okay, Y/n reached out for his hand and squeezed. And it did.

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“So how’s Easter so far?” Y/n asked, nudging him with her arm as they sat next to each other on the couch.

“I’m shockingly enjoying it.” Billy smiled at her. He was enjoying it, more than he thought he would. Watching Y/n help her little sister hunt for egg’s and they even did egg’s filled with treats for the dog’s. Her mom was even nice enough to put together a basket for him like Y/n said. Filled with different chocolates and some other stuff.

“I’m glad.” Y/n nodded with a smile also on her face.

“Billy, hunny. We’re going to church in an hour for Easter service. You can stay here if you want. Catch up on some sleep I’m sure.” Y/n’s mom offered not wanting to force the young man to join them.

“Actually…” Billy stopped Y/n from getting up from the couch and her mom from leaving he says with hopeful eyes. He actually wanted to go, he hadn’t been since his mom was around. Hence the necklace. “I’d like to join you all. If that’s ok.”

Y/n turned to look at him, trying not to show her shock. “Of course it is baby.”

“Great. We leave soon.” Y/m/n sent a smile the boys way before going to finish getting ready and help her younger child and their cousins as well.

“Are you ok?” Y/n asked once they headed up to her room for some privacy.

“Yeah. Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Billy nodded, not sure why it seemed to be a big deal.

Y/n shook her head side to side not wanting him to think she didn’t want him to come. “Just checking. I mean, have you ever been to church before?”

Billy thought for a moment but he trusted Y/n. So maybe he should share a little more of himself with her. She knew more than most people anyway.

“Back with my mom. When I was younger. I remember what I learned there. It’s always stuck with me.” Billy told her thinking back on his childhood, the few good memories he has.

“Does that have to do with the pendant?” Y/n asked curious since he was in a sharing mood. Moving across the room to stand in front of him as he currently sits on her bed.

“Yeah. It was my mom’s, she gave it to me. It always reminds me of her, and that one day I might see her again… Thank you. For inviting me to celebrate Easter with you and your family.” Billy explained, resting his hands on her hips as she played with the pendant around his neck.

“Billy, you’re part of my family. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Y/n smiled happily running her hands over his shoulders.

“I’ll always enjoy every day of any life as long as you're in it.” He stated pulling her to fall on top of him laying back on her bed, and the two started to passionately make out. After all, they had some time before church.

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