#I'm going to get out. take some more meds and sit in silence

[fluffylino]

zombie!minho pt 4

minho finally starts his new meds..but the side effects are a bit strange~

-contains mature themes

"its much stronger than the last medication...thats what the doc told me"

minho announced, telling you word for word what the doctor had prescribed him. he had just stepped back inside after visiting the doctor for his monthly checkup. it was time for a newer improved medication.

"but its effect is immediate. it'll get rid of my sudden fatigue and zoning out"

he took his shoes off, placing it down on the shoe rack.

"and what else?" you asked, hopping around him.

"i have to take two tablets once every month. the yellow one has to be taken before the blue one." minho said, taking his beanie and jacket off. he stretched his arms, dangling the packet infront of your face.

"any side effects?"

"he described it like how you get your period every month for 4 to 8 days, ill get something similar. instead of bleeding, ovulating and all, i'll get some kind of heat."

"heat...as in?"

the kinda heat you knew was the one you had read in abo fanfictions.

well those were...intense. if it were anything like that you weren't prepared.

"my sex drive will increase drastically in the first 24 hours and may persist for the next 48 hours...so basically ill be really fucking horny"

he admitted, sitting down next to you. he leaned his head on your shoulder. so that meant his body would be adjusting. trying to go back to his normal self.

"but he did mention that with every month that side effect will gradually become less. but the first dose is always pretty bad to handle."

"it kicks in about 2 hours after i take it. so i think ill have it tomorrow morning."

"yeah, i am a bit worried though"

how could you not be?

"i doubt it'll be that bad. if it takes away that hunger i feel then i don't mind being horny 24/7"  he joked but you didn't find it that funny.

.

.

"minho..." your voice faded out. "your pant.." he looked down at his pants. there was a wet patch on his crotch. he placed his cup of coffee down. 

"fuck i just showered"

you couldn't help but let your eyes trail down his body. he was hard. and his neck was a shade of dark pink. It had only been an hour and the symptoms were already showing up.

minho disappeared into the room for what seemed like hours. you peeked into the room, mouth dropping open.

he was a complete wreck.

stroking his length at an inhumane pace. choked out moans leaving him. his eyes were shut and his head thrown back against the chair.

stepping inside, you creeped up on him. he didn't notice. that was until you dropped down on your knees infront of him. hands holding his knees in place.

"go away"b minho hissed out. you ignored him, swatting his hand off his dick.

"what are you doi-...aahhh" you took his entire length into your mouth. moaning at the taste of his precum. his fingers tangled into your hair, thrusting up. you gagged at how deep he went.

"i warned you." he gritted out and then you knew you couldn't back out. not like you even wanted to.

.

"min-" you were cut off by his hand.

"i'm going to fuck you right now"

"right here" vhe announced.

bending you over the kitchen counter. you gasped as he pushed into you in one swift motion. he was still hard and leaking. his cum seeped out of you.

your eyes rolling back, at the feeling of it dripping down the insides of your thighs.

"keep it all inside"

you clenched, trying to not let it run down your thighs. but he was so far deep inside your cunt, you couldn't think.

"fill you up. m' gonna breed you. make you take all of me"

"pathetic."

you couldn't help but cry from the overstimulation.

minho never spoke so much during sex. you were used to silence. it was mostly him groaning.

so hearing him say such filthy things made you submit to him completely. made you more compliant. you let him use you. fuck you. breed you. deepthroat you. anywhere. anytime during the day.

"whats wrong? my pretty dick in your slutty little pussy rendered you speechless?"

his fingers pushed your head down, against the ice cold counter. forcing you to stand on your tippy toes, your legs began to shake.

"gonna eat you ah- mark you u-up and show everyone you're mine. all mine."

minho let out in a breathy voice, nipping at your exposed skin. his teeth digging into you just hard enough to leave bruises.  running his tongue over your sensitive skin, to ease the soreness.

"aahhh-nng" you whined, spit rolling off the side of your mouth and onto the counter. you closed your eyes, focusing on him.

him railing you. his other hand intertwined with yours. his hot breath against your back. his thick muscular thighs caging you in. his high pitched moans. his silent praises as you took him so well.

so eagerly. so sweetly.

you were going to cum again for the fourth time. and minho had cum only once. or more like he couldn't cum any faster until he had tired himself out.

now you had finally understood why the doctor had said that.

maybe this was a good thing. he was the most alive he had ever been.

[m30wk1ttycat]

tough love

contains: teenagers being teenagers, cuss words, dirty thoughts, kissing, enemies to lovers, alcohol consumption mentions, smut ig?, getting caught sort of. pairing: newt x reader. summary: you're a med-jack. its almost impossible to ignore newt, always lingering somewhere in the corner of your eye. you hate him, or so it seemed. he hated that, so he decided to confront you about it, maybe force an answer out of you. word count: 1500, give or take.

you and newt had a bit of a rivalry going on. or at least, it seemed like it was rivalry of sorts.

"y/n."

"no," you murmur, trying to assemble some papers and whatever else it was that was on the table.

"please," he pleaded, leaning on the doorway.

"no."

this was just one of you guys' average conversations. you trying to do your job as a med-jack, newt trying to help you with whatever you were doing.

"are you sure?" he asked, still insisting on helping. you'd think he was in love with you or something - which wouldn't be too far off the truth, in all honesty.

"positive," you say, looking up at him from your place at the desk.

he was just so infuriating, persistent on helping with anything you did. everyone in the glade thought that it was just newt being sweet, but you were almost sure it had much more reason to it.

almost.

bandaging chuck's sprained ankle, he just had to walk in.

"need help?"

you roll your eyes in silence.

"thanks, but i'm good right now," you say, smiling. a smile so fake, even you couldn't recognize yourself. a smile you had to keep on your face for the sake of chuck. he was basically your little brother, why make it obvious you hated newt with all the strength you had?

"right," he muttered under his breath. finishing up chuck's ankle, you and chuck head out, completely ignoring his presence in the doorway.

"see you, then.."

"see ya, newt."

it didn't get any better when thomas arrived. the bonfire ended up being a mess to say the least. thomas got his ass beat by gally. and who tended to him? you. jeff had a headache that morning, hungover. clint overslept and skipped the entire bonfire last night. it was odd, because who would want to miss a bonfire night?

newt and thomas both got to the med hut/med-jack hut (i don't even know what to call it anymore). newt was there just to explain what happened, but it wasn't like you weren't aware. you were also there, after all. getting drunk and chatitng with the runners and the jeff, talking shit about the clumsy gladers who stumbled into the circle, who then got their faces bashed in by gally. it was bonfire night. you normally wouldn't even attempt to spark up a conversation with the guys who were most often in the med hut, unless they were injured and you had to take care of their injuries. no one was acting like themselves. but it was bonfire night, yay!!

"geez," you say as you sit him down, newt staring at you from across the room. "he didn't go easy on you, did he?"

and he, indeed, did not. he had several cuts on his forehead from falling, a busted lip and a bruised forehead.

"guess not," thomas shrugged, not wincing or anything. he kept calm, as calm as he could manage to be.

as you clean up the cuts and scrapes and whatnot, you could almost feel newt's eyes burn holes into your back. ignoring that feeling, you were done. thomas got up, smiling. you say your goobyes and thank yous, newt glaring daggers.

just as thomas left, smile still on your face, it quickly faded once you basically got body slammed by newt against a wall.

"why do you hate me?" he asked, frowning. "and don't say that you don't, we both know that's not true."

"newt," you breathe out.

"what is it that i'm doing wrong?" he was being harsh and he knew it. maybe pushing you and pinning you against a wall wasn't exactly his most isaac newton idea? "answer me."

you look away. the result of that? newt pressing you against the wall even harder, your wrists above your head, held together by his hand, his other leading your face upwards to meet his eyes.

"look at me. y/n."

"i am."

it wasn't like you had much of a choice anyways. he pressed his hips to yours, still waiting for an answer. he wanted you to say something. anything, really. just something to prove you weren't dead or slowly passing. though, his hopes were crushed when you stuttered your words.

he let out a breath, leaning his head down right above your shoulder.

"don't be so difficult, there's no need," he said, harshly so. he waited for you to react, only to be met with a small whine coming from your lips as you tried to free yourself. it was no use, he knew that, you should've, too.

your faces mere inches away.

"let me make this clear," he breathed, his lips inches from you, close enough to feel his hot breath on your skin. "i like you, y/n."

he liked you?

HE LIKED YOU??

he glared at you as affectionately as he could, trying hard not to seem like a bitch with the way he was holding you, smushed between him and the wall.

just like in every book, movie, fanfiction - the tension was there. the chemistry was there. the moment was there. the sparks, the butterflies, the way it felt like you were the only two in the world at that moment.

with a grunt, you tilt your head up to look at him, struggling to even talk with his hips propped up against your own, harshly so. "newt," you breathed, "i don't hate you."

"sure you don't," he said, furrowing a brow at you. he kept your wrists above your head, as much as you wished he'd let go. and the harshness of his hips against yours wasn't easing up. at all.

you roll your eyes, trying to look away to hide the blush on your cheeks, but his hand on your chin stopped you before you could even blink, his hand holding both of your wrists captive.

"if you don't hate me, why do you ignore me?"

you let out a whine, "ow-"

he tilted his head to the side, letting go of your wrists. he looked away, smirking. "sorry 'bout that."

he wasn't sorry and you knew that. he wasn't sorry. not one bit..

he also knew that.

and he also knew you couldn't just back away. literally - he had you pinned to a wall in the med hut, where probably anyone with a medical problem could walk in. anytime, too.

"you're making it hard for me to do my job.."

and it wasn't the only thing hard in the room, if you catch my drift. wink wink.

"so what?"

you're almost sure that he's just doing this rile you up, make you hate him even more, when deep down, it only made you want to fuck the life out of his pretty face even more than before. (meow)

"y/n, i love you. more than anything and anyone in this shucking place, really," he confessed.

"i love you too," you mumble under your breath, barely coherent enough for him to hear.

he shook his head, rolling his eyes, trying to seem as annoyed as he could. as much as he tried, the smile forming on his face failed him.

"shut up, i love you more." he pushed your hips back with his a bit. a deep brown gaze, pupils blown wide, he whispered something along the lines of "i'm getting sick of this". and before you could even process what he said, his lips met your in a passionate kiss. his lips tasted like fresh strawberries, a small hint of the moonshine from lat night during the bonfire. maybe he was still a tiny bit drunk, maybe not, but that didn't stop you two from making out in the med hut.

needy, sloppy kisses. hickeys on your neck here and there. newts hips rock, slowly, teasingly, against your own, the friction between you making for delightful shivers rushing through his body. his hands find purchase in your hips, pressing you harder against him as he sucked dark blotches onto your neck. you could feel the growing bulge against your inner thighs. desperately, he kissed you again, nipping at your bottom lip. still, he was gentle. or at least trying to be.

how could he kiss you so fiercely yet so gently? was it the british charm?

whatever it was, you couldn't get enough of it. your mind couldn't either. it was concerning, how long he could go like this, sucking and nibbling at your neck like a snack.

too busy kissing him, you didn't notice minho in the doorway, waiting for you or just anyone to notice him. he stood there for a minute, eyes wide as he watched the second-in-command, his best friend, make out with you, the only available (not really anymore) med-jack.

he cleared his throat awkwardly. "y/n," he called, "gonna pay attention to your patients or what?"

whoops, awkwaaaaaaard..

[sdr2lovemail]

Saw your request open for reverse 1999! I not sure what characters you do but could you do smt like troop??idk what it call but basically 'someone ask them if you two are together despite havent establish relationships yet' for medicine pocket, dikke, and tooth fairy? What their reaction and response? If it too much you can cut it down sorry

Oblivious Encounters (GN Reader)

Synopsis: These lovely arcanists are in love and it's obvious to everyone but them.

Notes: I love oblivious pining, a wonderful trope. I'm still trying to get my footing with characters, but I will write for anyone, including NPCs! She/They pronouns are used for Medicine Pocket

Requests are open!

Medicine Pocket:

Parallel play. The act of being alone together. Some people find the best way to spend time with others is to do their own thing. 

Next to you, Medicine Pocket scribbles away in their notebook. Ever since the two of you had entered Vertin’s suitcase, her documenting has gotten way more intense. There wasn’t anyone here to dampen the experiments, so Medi was thriving.

You both sit at a table near the window, the setting sun providing just enough light. It had been a few hours since either of you had spoken, finding peace in the silence. Periodically, Med would slide their notebook over for you to read. They didn’t even want any comments on their work. She just wanted to ensure you were ready for the incoming info dump they would give you. What fun is telling someone about your experiments if they’re just going to be lost the whole time?

Amid the comfortable silence, breaking the serene atmosphere, was a shrill voice.

“No! The great Matilda is never wrong, and I will prove I am correct!” The bright-eyed girl was quick with her pace, making it over to the table in just a few strides. With one hand on the table, she leans in close. “How long has this courtship gone on?”

There’s an almost comedic pause.

“What?” Medicine Pocket cocked their head.

Matilda rests her hands on her hips, tilting her head with a sly smirk. “I know a relationship when I see one. But the question is how long it’s been going on.” 

It’s Medi’s turn to smirk as they respond before you can answer. “What amazing observational skills. Now tell me, just how did you figure us out?”

“Hmhmhm! Matilda always knows! And it was so obvious.” She laughed.

“Ohhh, was it now?” Medi smiled wide, those sharp teeth on display in a wolfish grin. As you are about to correct Matilda on your relationship, the scientist kicks you under the table, itching to see how this plays out.

“The note sharing, for one. You are so stingy when it comes to sharing. Those longing silences the two of you enjoy. The way you’re always together. There is no hiding it from me!” 

You can feel your face grow warmer. Was this romantic? Did people really think that you and Medicine Pocket are together? And was that actually a problem for you?

With a laugh, Medicine Pocket shrugged her shoulders. “Huh, I didn’t think we were that obvious. You figured us out, Matilda. We’ve been courting for a few months now. Obviously, I was the one to start it. They were too flustered even to look my way.” 

“Medicine Pocket!” You chastised, face flushing further.

“See, that’s my beloved, always so embarrassed.” Medi reached over the table to take your hand in her gloved ones.

“I knew it! Vertin owes me money!” The energetic girl ran off to find the others and her new source of cash.

Pulling your hand away from the smirking doctor, you let out a groan. “Why would you tell her that? She’s going to tell everyone.”

“I wanted to see what would happen. We are practically dating anyway.” They shrugged, acting way too nonchalant.

Dikke:

Dikke enjoyed gossip. Well, not just gossiping. She enjoyed listening to others talk about anything. Hearing people engage in idle chatter was an oddly calming pastime for her. However, she couldn’t say it was truthful when the talk of the suitcase was about her. 

“Wouldn’t you like to buy your love some diamonds? I have quite the assortment. Necklaces, rings, anything that is sure to charm your lady.” 

Oh, how that scammer’s voice irked Dikke. She was about to move, wanting to read somewhere quiet, but she heard another voice. One she held dearly.

“Oh, I’m sure the selection of diamonds is… lovely. But I don’t have anyone to give jewelry to.” You answered curiously, unsure of what she was talking about.

Tennant let out a chuckle, brushing her hand against your cheek. “There’s no need to be so coy. I know the judge has stolen your heart.” She knew Dikke was watching. She wanted to rile her up and get a reaction. It would be fun to watch someone so proper get a bit angry.

Dikke rises from her seat, walking over to you and Tennant with quick steps. Her face looks more than displeased. 

“Why hello there, judge. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Tennant smirked, knowing she got what she wanted.

Her gaze practically bore through the blond woman’s body. The grip on her sword unconsciously grows tighter. “Thou should watch what drivel leaves thine mouth.” 

“My, what harsh words. Calling your own relationship drivel.” Tennant runs a single finger down your arm with a borderline mocking frown. “I would never treat you that way, dear.”

It was quick. You barely saw when it happened. Dikke swiped the hand off you in an almost uncharacteristic act of jealousy. “Perhaps thou should mind thy own affairs.” Before there could even be a response, Dikke speaks once more. “Enough of this. Leave us.” 

Figuring there was no point in taunting her further, Tennant leaves. Not without dragging her hand along your back, wanting to give Dikke one last teasing parting gift.

“I’m so sorry about that, Dikke. You know how Tennant can be sometimes.” You apologized with a sheepish smile. While you felt like you were just seeing things, her cheeks seemed slightly pink.

With the pest out of her hair, Dikke’s eyes soften slightly. “Thou shouldn’t let rumors fester. Lest they form into something more sinister.” She bows her head towards you and departs, not to finish her book but to find you a present better than diamonds.

Tooth Fairy:

“There has been an incline of cavities at the Foundation. Perhaps I’ve been handing out too many toffees.” Tooth Fairy sighed as she shuffled through her examination papers. The corners of her lips tugged down in a near-invisible frown.

Walking over to her side of the medical wing, you lean over her shoulder, taking a peek. “I doubt it’s your toffees. The kids probably aren’t brushing as often as they say. I know they lie to me about where they get their scrapes and bruises.” 

“Was that a poor attempt at making me feel better?” If it were anyone else, they probably would’ve been hurt by that comment. However, as the Foundation’s current nurse, you spend a lot of your days with the dentist. You’ve learned to discern when she’s playing around from her usual tone.

You let out a puff of a laugh, lightly shoving her shoulder. “Speaking of toffee, you wouldn’t happen to have any on you, would you?” There’s a soft smile on your face as you hold out your hand.

There was a faint sound of squeaking leather as Tooth Fairy reached into her pocket. “You’ll be the one with cavities if I continue to spoil you with candies.” She hands you a sweet despite her words. Her gloved hand lingers on yours for a second too long, dainty fingers caressing your wrist as she presses the toffee into your palm.

“But you never say no.” You smiled while unwrapping the candy. After popping it into your mouth, you start to walk out of the office. “I have to go meet with Madam Z about some paperwork. I’ll see you at lunch.”

The way Tooth Fairy watched you leave was downright pining. Her gaze locked on the doorframe. Her eyes soon lower, seeing a certain silver-haired young lady.

“Excuse me, is the nurse here?”

“Hello, Ms. Vertin. I’m sorry, they just stepped out. Is there anything I can help you with?” Tooth Fairy asked as the small child sat on one of the medical beds.

Young Vertin casts her eyes to the floor, bringing a hand up to her head. “I’ve got a terrible headache. I wanted to ask for one of their remedies.”

Tooth Fairy smiled. It was the third time Vertin came complaining about a headache this week. She knew she just wanted sweets, but she couldn’t help but humor her once again. “Well, I happen to know where they keep their medicine.”

The dentist kneeled at your desk, opening the drawer to grab from your stash of lollipops.

“Are the two of you married?” Vertin asked, her head titling curiously.

Nearly dropping the lollipop, Tooth Fairy’s eyes widen a bit. It was an innocent question, but it still made her falter. “What makes you ask that?” Quickly regaining her composure, she hands Vertin the candy.

“When I read stories, the parents in the books act the way you do. They always spend time together and give each other gifts.” Vertin explained.

Tooth Fairy sits at her desk, watching the girl unwrap her sweet. “I see. No, we are not married. We are simply work acquaintances, nothing more.” 

Vertin nods before speaking again. “You two should get married. I could be the flower girl.”

“I… will have to discuss that with them. For now, you should be getting to class.” Tooth Fairy turned back towards her papers, hoping to hide her slightly flushed cheeks.

[briefalpacashark]

The Date

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“What in the blazes happened?” Price asked calmly his last nerve hanging on for dear life, as he examined the two in front of him. The yell that was received after many moments of silence.

“I DON'T KNOW!” you yelled back tears gathered in your eyes. You stood there. Drenched to the bone, knees all scraped up and a small section of your hair singed down to your shoulder. Simon's unconscious body lay sprawled on the ground, his feet tucked under your armpits having to drag him the rest of the way to your rooms. 

“We were sitting on the pier and there were these candles, then my hair caught fire and then Simon tried to put it out and then he tripped on the table somehow and we both fell in the ocean but Simon hit his head. He said he was fine but then he passed out on the way here and and,” you sucked in a snotty breath the realization hitting you.

“I RUINED MY FIRST FUCKING DATE, I KNOCKED THE FUCKEN UNCONUOIUSE! I MEAN WHO DOES THAT!?” you cried loudly. Jonny who had appeared with Gaz wasn't helping the situation having burst out in hysterical laughter. 

“SHUT UP!” You snapped at them only earring heavy laughter.

You sat in the med bay next to Simon's bed reading the report the other nurses had written up. Your knees had been patched up. And you had changed into some dry clothes. Simon had a slight concussion, nothing to worry about. But still. You looked up to his mask faced with a deep sigh. Trust you to wreck the first date. It had been going well until that moment. You were talking, laughing. You had seen Simon’s hand inching closer and closer to your own. 

“I’m so fucking stupid,” you grumbled dropping your head into your hands.

“Well, I wasn't going to say anything,” Simon's gruff voice had you snapping up moving to stand.

“Thank fuck your a’right,” his eyes cracked open to look up at you.

“It will take more than a lil hit to the head to stop me love,” he murmured.

“That's all it took. Nearly squashed me when you keeled over,” you muttered checking his vitals before shining a light in his eyes to check his response. He watched you fuss over him with the same funny feeling he always got when you looked after him. He debated briefly to lie about another ache or pain just to continue getting the same treatment.

“You would have caught me,” he shrugged.

“Yeah, I did. Tore up my knees doing so. You know how many weeks of teasing I'm going to cop cause of it. Jonny alone will make every dick sucking joke under the sun before noon, watch it happen,” you grumbled.

“Price already thinks it's a weird sex injury,” you muttered bashfully remembering the raised eyebrows you got with your explanation. 

“On the first date? Bit adventurous don't ya think?” you could see his smug face through the mask.

“Shut up,” you mumbled plonking down on the side of the bed. “You ok though?” you asked softly.

“I got to go on a date with the prettiest woman in the world. I'm fucken ecstatic,” he shrugged. You flushed, it was a new kwirk Simon had adopted. As if freed with his confession he had started to say the most out of pocket sweetest things. It shocked you to say the least.

“We need a crash cart. Full head scans!,” you called into the hall.

“Look at that, Docs blushing,” he mused. You cleared your throat returning to his gaze with a teasing smile.

“Some date it was,” you muttered, your expression falling slightly. He reached up, taking the burnt strands into his fingers. “Certainly was interesting,” he muttered. 

“You can say that again,” you huffed, an embarrassment crawling up the back of your neck. Yet before it could reach your head, it was stopped.

By Simon's hand that slipped onto the base of your cheek, his large hand being big enough to cup your cheek, his fingers sliding into your hair. His thumb gently brushed your cheek bone. “It was the best first date I evea had,” he whispered. You loved the soft side of Simon. You really did. But it was still a shock to your system.

“You sure you're ok,” you playfully reached for his forehead. Only as you did Simon snatched your hand gently yanking you forward. Your chest fell onto his, your faces hovering inched from each other. You could have sworn you could feel Simon's heart beating twice as fast as yours. 

“Wanna hike my mask up for me love?” he asked his thumb to stroke the corner of your mouth, his thumb brushing your bottom lip ever so slightly. Your heart thumped in your chest as his other hand moved to your lower back to keep you propped against him.

“What for?” you asked with a blush that reached the tip of your ears.

“So I can kiss till ya knees buckle,” you could see that stupid grin through his mask. 

“Thought you were going t-to do it at the lookout?” you stammered.

“Well plans change,” he shrugged. “But a promise a promise,” he whispered in that dangerous low tone that challenged your very innocence. 

“Can you stop being so fucking sexy please? It's a lot,” you let out a shaky breath. He chuckled deeply, his laugh bouncing you top him slightly. He was laughing at you, in a moment like that. It was one of his amused laughs too.

“You're an ass,” you grumbled, your blush deepening.

“A sexy one apparently,” he whispered. 

“So you gonna lift my mask or do I have to do it myself?” he asked. You were about to respond when you both heard the role of an nurse stool. You both turned to the left where Jonny slid up to the bed, propping his elbow on the bed so his face was at a level with yours.

“I'll be more than happy to help LT,” he grinned. You dropped your face into Simon's chest officially passing away from embarrassment.

“Kill me now,” you begged.

“You know when we said look after her we didn't mean, let her beat you up,” Gaz strolled over to the other side of the bed plonking down on a chair to copy Jonny's position. 

“We shoulda given ye the talk instead of him,” Jonny smirked at you as you sat up Simon reluctantly letting you go.

If looks could kill Jonny would have been dead, cremated, buried, raised from the dead at least five times and killed all over again. That was what Simon wanted to do at that moment. 

“How long were you guys there for?” you whispered, hiding your mouth behind your clapsed hand.

“Long enough to hear you ever so nicely ask Simon to stop being sexy,” Jonny was having way to much fun.

“Don't worry. We didn't see any of the knee action,” Jonny winked at you. His attention was grabbed by Simon who reached over, tightly gripping his collar and pulling him down to his level.

“I’m going kill you. Get your affairs in order,” Ghost growled.

“Come now Simon, we were only making a wee joke. Ain't that right bonnie?” Jonny asked looking to you for help. The realization of the predicament washing away his amusement.

“Would you like to be buried or cremated?” you asked seriously.

After Simon was discharged you all walked out of the med bay, you side by side to Simon watching Jonny and Gaz replay your previous predicament. You had to say Jonny was going a bang up job acting as you.

“Oh Simon,” he pretended to swoon.

“I'm gonna kill them,” you whispered in promise.

“Not if I get them first?” Simon hissed.

“You can't get both of them. That's just being greedy,” you grumbled watching as Jonny dramatically fell into Gaz arms.

“I'll let ya have Gaz,” he suggested.

“Fair,” you shrugged in agreement.

“How are we doing it?” you asked.

“Knife obviously. No gun shot. Silent,” he said.

“True, but a lot of clean up. Could leave a blood trail,” you pointed out. 

“It's gonna rain soon,”he shrugged.

“And the bodies? We would have to drive them out of base,” you stated.

“Weigh the bodies down and chuck em in a lake,” Simon said.

“Sounds like a plan,” your agreement was followed by a short moment of silence that was broken by both of your chuckles.

“What a night huh,” you whispered.

“Not finished yet,” he whispered. Before you could ask what he meant a hand clasped around your waist pulling you into his side. His body bent over leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet and tender kiss, his other hand holding his mask up. It was bliss, sweet and warm. It made your toe tips tingle. Pulling back your eyes that had fluttered close opened briefly catching a glimpse of the bottom of his face. His stubble sat on a sharp jaw line with scar’s poking out. One even pulled the left side of his mouth making his smile every so slightly crooked. The way he stared deeply into your eyes had you frozen. You stared back at him with the same such eyes. Both filled with admiration. 

“Well now I'm just disappointed,” you shrugged. He frowned, pulling his mask back down but didn't move from his position.

“Why's that?” he asked.

“Knees didn't buckle in the slightest,” you shrugged. The corner of his mask pulled up in his smirk. “Didn't know you'd want that sort of kiss in front of an audience,” he grinned. Your eyes shifted to the boys still stuck in there own little world having not noticed the kiss.

“You Simon are one hell of a sweet talker,” you whispered.

“Just for you love,” he whispered back, straightening up to continue walking, slipping his hand in yours. You smiled your whole body on cloud nine as he gently tugged you close.

In the end, you thought the night went pretty well.

“GHOST AND Y/N Sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. AHHHHHHHH!” Jonny's high-pitched scream sounded as he sprinted off Ghost hot on his heels.

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[pulisicsgirl]

not going anywhere - christian pulisic

summary: after Christian (and several others) notice how Y/N hasn't been herself for the last few weeks, he finally decides to confront her about how she's feeling

pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings/tags: established relationship, angst, discussions of mental health and illness, mentions of meds, supportive Christian, hastily proofread

requested: no

notes: Hey there!! This has been sitting in my draft for probably 6 months and I wanted to put something out, so I tried to finish it and make it at least decent for y'all! I promise I'm trying to work on your requests and I have several halfway written, but I've just been struggling in the writing department all summer. Thanks for being patient with me! If this fic is a steaming pile of garbage... pretend you didn't read it

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It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Christian that you hadn’t been yourself lately.

Your relationship was fairly new, having only been together for a few months, but as attentive as Christian was, he recognized the little things that had shifted in your personality.

He noticed how when you smiled at someone, it never quite reached your eyes—the little wrinkles that usually appeared in the corners were absent. He noticed how when you laughed, as soon as you thought no one was looking, the grin on your face quickly faded, replaced by the absent and distant look that adorned your face so often recently.

He noticed that you would zone out far more often than usual, eyes unfocused as you stared at a distant point. When he caught you in this state, Christian would tangle his fingers with yours or gently place his hand on your thigh, drumming his fingers in an attempt to pull you back from wherever it was that you would drift off to.

He was concerned, to say the very least, but each time he tried to bring it up to you, you dismissed his concern with a wave of your hand, chalking it up to being tired or overworked.

It didn’t take long for others to notice the change, too. As a prominent member of the media department at Chelsea, you had a friendly relationship with many of the players. You were often on the training pitch or on the sidelines at games, snapping photos of the boys as they played. Often, you would mess around with them, cracking jokes and laughing along with them, but not recently.

The joking had been cut to a bare minimum, and you rarely interacted with them at all. You spent just enough time on the training fields to get the content you needed before leaving to work in your office, unseen for the rest of the day. Several of the boys had asked Christian about you. They missed you. But Christian didn’t know what to tell them.

Finally, Christian decided enough was enough. He would have to “corner” you in some way and get you to talk to him. He had wanted to let you have your space and respect your desire to not talk about the matter, but he could see the whole situation physically weighing on you, and he knew that if he continued to let you bottle it up inside, you were going to explode. He resolved that by the end of the day, he’d talk to you.

That night, you had come over so that the two of you could have dinner together. Most of the dinner was spent in silence, you lost in your own thoughts, and Christian trying to work up the nerve to ask what he needed to. He wasn’t sure how to approach this kind of conversation with you—the two of you hadn’t dealt with a situation like this yet in your relationship.

Once your plates were cleared, you stood in his kitchen, washing the dishes, despite Christian’s protest that he could do it later that night. He sat on the counter, wanting to still be in close proximity with you. His heart broke a little when he noticed that you weren’t humming like you always did when you cleaned.

You rinsed off the last dish, placing it on the drying rack with the others, and you were rinsing the leftover suds from the sink when you felt Christian’s arms slide around your waist. He pressed his chest to your back and rested his chin on your shoulder as you turned the sink off, drying your hands on a towel.

“Can we talk?” He spoke softly and placed a kiss onto your shoulder.

You felt your heart sink in your chest. You knew this conversation was coming, but you were hoping to postpone it as long as you possibly could. “Yeah, what’s up?” you tried to speak casually, downplaying the nervous feeling that had settled in your stomach.

“C’mere,” he whispered. You dropped the towel on the counter next to the sink as Christian pulled you to the side where he had been sitting before and turned you around in his arms. He placed his hand on your hips, lifting you to sit on the countertop.

For a moment, the two of you remained in silence. Christian stood between your legs, unsure of what to say first. He rested his hands on your thighs, rubbing the bare skin below your shorts soothingly. Your heart pounded so quickly in your chest that you swore he could hear it as he stood in front of you. You desperately tried to calm yourself, still determined to play things off if you could manage it.

“So… um, you… you haven’t really been yourself lately,” he stumbled over his words and mentally cursed himself for starting so poorly. “I just… I’ve noticed a lot of little things that seem different, and you don’t really seem… happy.” He glanced up at your face, trying to gauge your response. He felt a little guilty for being so direct with the situation, but he didn’t want to keep dancing around the problem.

You drew in a breath, but Christian spoke again before you could. “And please don’t tell me that you’ve been tired, because you keep saying that, but I think it goes beyond that.” The nervousness you felt only intensified, and now you felt slightly nauseous, knowing there was no easy way out of this conversation.

You brought one of your hands up to your mouth, biting at the skin by your nails. Christian recognized the nervous habit of yours and he saw how you used it to try to put space between you and him as a form of defense. He reached up and took your hand in his. With a gentle but firm tug, he pulled your hand back into your lap and looked at your face with earnest concern.

You hesitated a moment longer, looking anywhere but at his face.  Sitting in front of him, your hands held in his, resting on your thighs, you had never felt so vulnerable and exposed. He stroked his thumb over your knuckles, squeezing your fingers in an attempt to pull you out of your thoughts and back to him.

The silence between the two of you was long and overwhelming as your head spun with wild thoughts. Did you continue trying to put a wall between you and tell him nothing was actually wrong? Or did you open up to him, tell him what was really happening, and run the risk of scaring him off?

“Come on, I can practically see you getting lost in there.” He poked your forehead gently with his free hand, laughing softly to try to relieve some of the tension in the air.

You glanced up at Christian’s face, and his gentle, reassuring smile brought tears to your eyes instantly. Looking back down at your lap so he couldn’t see you beginning to cry, you settled on trying your best to explain the thoughts that had been swimming around in your mind for the last couple of weeks.

“I don’t know, Christian, I just… kinda get this way sometimes.” You shrugged your shoulders. It didn’t make sense to most people, but it was the reality. “Nothing really happened. Everything is fine. You didn’t do anything. I just… I feel kinda hollow.”

Christian was relieved to hear that your pain hadn’t been cause by something he had done, having toyed with the idea as he wracked his brain for the last weeks, trying to think of what could have gone wrong to make you feel this way. But he still wasn’t sure he understood exactly what you were saying.

“I used to take meds for it, but I stopped taking them a little while after I graduated high school. They made me feel like I wasn’t really myself, and I didn’t want that anymore.” Your still fidgeted nervously as you opened up to him, but at the same time, the weight on your shoulders felt the tiniest bit lighter as you let Christian bear some of it with you.

Christian remained silent for a moment after you stopped talking, processing the things you had just told him He thought he was beginning to understand what you were saying, though your vague description left several questions swirling in his mind. He was happy, though, that you finally felt comfortable opening up to him, and he figured the finer details could wait until another day.

His silence, however, did nothing to calm your racing heart.

“So, I guess this is the part where you leave?” you whispered before you could even think about it, uneasy with how quiet the room had gotten. Your eyes were glued to your lap, and Christian’s hands froze at your words, where they had been smoothing over your knuckles, trying to soothe you.

“W-what?” he stuttered in surprise, heart sinking at the thought that you might be breaking up with him. When you finally looked up to his face, his eyes were wide, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He looked so hurt that you almost felt bad for saying it in the first place.

You took your hands from his as you began to pull away from him, picking at the edges of your fingernails, fixing your gaze downward again. “I’ve done this before, Christian,” you mumbled. “I get weird, you ask about it, and then once you find out that I can’t be fixed… you leave.” You sigh, having resigned yourself to the outcome that had played out in your life before. You sat there, feeling defeated, with your shoulders slumped.

A sniffle coming from him causes you to dart your eyes up to his face, and his eyes are misty as he fights back the tears that he can feel welling up in them.

“You really think that?” his voice quivers.

All you can muster is shrugging your shoulders. “That’s what everyone else did. I’m not worth the trouble.”

Your words shatter his heart into a million pieces. The pain of thinking you were ending your relationship vanished quickly, replaced with a new kind of pain at the realization of how you had been treated in your past.

As the first tears slipped down his cheeks, Christian pulled you into a tight hug, holing you as close to his body as he could muster as he buried his face in your neck. You felt the warm tears against your skin as you slowly returned the hug, caught off-guard by his actions.

Christian felt a bit silly. Here he was, crying on your shoulder after the things that you had just revealed to him, experiences that you’d had in your own life. He just couldn’t fathom that anyone could possibly treat you in such a way. You were the kindest, most gentle and caring woman he had ever known, and he truly believed that you deserved the world. Sure, it had been hard to see you in the state you had been in for the last few weeks, but he knew what he was feeling was nothing compared to what you were. And it never would have even occurred to him to think of you as burdensome—to think that he needed to “fix” you in some way.

Christian drew back from the embrace, quickly wiping his eyes while he still held onto your waist with the other. You were caught a bit off-guard by his behavior, never having experienced this reaction before, and you weren’t entirely sure what it meant.

Christian breathed a soft “I’m sorry” before he looked back up at you, cradling your jaw in one of his hands, and you couldn’t help but lean into his comforting touch.

“Y/N, you are absolutely worth everything. It’s not a burden to be with you. You know that right?”

Tears quickly sprung to your own eyes at his words, and you cast your eyes back down to your lap. In an honest answer, you shook your head ‘no’. This was how you had always thought of yourself, and you constantly felt like you needed to be compensating your partner in some way for the things they had to put up with for your sake.

Christian’s other hand came to your cheek, holding your face gently so that you would look him in the eye.

“You’re not a burden Y/N,” he spoke softly, his eyes flicking over your face. His expression held a sort of desperation—aching to show you that he truly believed what he was saying. “You’re not, I promise. And I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life telling you that until you believe it. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your heart fluttered at his words.

‘…every day for the rest of my life…’

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you?

Marriage wasn’t something the two of you had really talked about yet, because your relationship was so new. But any time you thought about your future, you knew you wanted Christian to be in it. And knowing he felt the same way meant the world.

You felt Christian’s thumb brush across your cheek, wiping away the tear that had fallen. You could only stare at him, wondering to yourself how you had managed to find someone as perfect as him.

“I’ll always be here for you. Anything you need,” he smiled at you, feeling that he was finally getting through to you.

The only response you could muster was a soft, “okay.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded.

The relief Christian felt that he finally had some understanding of why you hadn’t been yourself over the last few weeks was nearly overwhelming. He pulled you toward him, pressing a firm kiss onto your forehead.

“I love you so much, Y/N. Never doubt that.”

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[jpitha]

Between the Black and Grey 65

First / Previous / Next

The cessation of the intense pain and sensation from the Nanite battle was like a clanging silence when Fen woke up on the ground. She sat up and looked around at the ancient K'laxi forest she's seen so many times before.

"Ma!" Fen stood up and started running. The direction didn't seem to matter in this kind of place before, so she didn't pay attention to where she was running. It was the running that was important. "Ma! Where are you?" Fen hears a noise and turns automatically to track it, and she runs headlong into a branch on a low tree.

Flat on her back, she stares up at the canopy. Funny, it doesn't really hurt here. She felt her head hit the branch, and she was knocked onto the ground, but it doesn't hurt. A familiar K'laxi looks down at her worried. "Fen? What's wrong?"

She sits up quickly. "Ma! I'm in trouble. Han'iel has started a coup and his lab developed their own Nanites and they are attacking the Nanites I have and, and, and he said he doesn't know you." Tears flow down Fen's cheeks as the words rush out of her.

"Han'iel? I never met Han'iel. I never met anyone on your lab team. I wa-"

Fen came back in a room, hugged by Gord. Along with that, the pain rushed back. The searing, white hot pain caused her to whimper quietly. A woman - that's Chloe, Fen thought - sat in a command chair and regarded them. "Welcome back. I see you are none the worse for wear." Through the pain, Fen noticed she was speaking through the ships comm. Why?

"Chloe, something's wrong with Fen, I'm taking her to Med." Gord scooped her up and carried her down the hall, still wearing his large black pack on his back. "Talk to me Fen, what did they do to you?"

"Han'iel made his own... Nanites... they're fighting mine." Talking was hard. It hurt so much. "He said he released thousands of beacons."

"That he did Fen, we saw them leave. Whatever he wanted to say has been said to every nook and cranny of known space. Do you know what he was doing?"

"He said my reign was over, that the... empire only controlled Sol again." She winced. "He also said that he had the Sefs, the Gren, and others on his side. He made it sound like all the K'laxi are with him."

"Now that I doubt. The K'laxi were never a monolithic bloc. The Sefigans and Gren aren't either. There is infighting and factions same as anywhere. I bet his support isn't as large as he is making it sound." The door to Medical slid open as Gord rushed in. He gently placed Fen onto a table and automated arms slid down from the ceiling and started to run their scans over her. Gord read the readouts and frowned. "Body temperature high, but you don't have other signs of a fever, no infection, no inflammation. It must be the nanomachines fighting."

"Gord, I'm scared." Fen gasped. "Everything I know about the Nanites says that if they die, I die." She stared up at the ceiling. "I thought that I'd be happy when I was finally dying." She flicked her eyes to Gord. "I'd get to be with Ma again. But no, I want to live Gord. Can you help me?" Fen started shaking. "Please Gord, help."

"I'm trying kiddo, I'm trying." Gord snapped a mono over one of his eyes, and took over control of a few of the arms over the med table. Immedieatly they started moving more surely, with less hesitation. "It's been a while since I've done nano scale surgery, but let's hope it's like riding a bike. Chloe!"

"Yes Gord?" Chloe's voice over the intercom was calm, almost detached. Fen actually marveled that she felt better that Chloe wasn't panicking.

"Interface here, and let me some of your processing. I'm trying to find out how a war is going while it's being fought, in Fen, at nearly a quantum level. It's tricky."

"Yes Gord, millisec." Gord continued to manipulate the arms as another set dropped down. Chloe probably. One of them had a needle on the end, and it slid into Fen's neck. "Sorry Fen, you won't be awake for this one." Gord said, as she lost consciousness.

Fen was in her kitchen. Her old one, back on the station in the refugee block. There was a pot of tea on the table and three mugs. Sitting at the table was Ma-ren, looking like she did when she was alive; blue coveralls, her hair brushed but otherwise unadorned, her silver earrings shaking slightly as she moved her head. "Hey Fen, come have some tea" she said, smiling warmly; as she smiled her ears flicked and the earrings jangled just a bit. "It's some Chamomile from Earth, Da'reni managed to find some."

Fen sank into the chair opposite her wife and took a sip. It was hot, but not scalding, sweet, but not overpowering, floral without tasting vegetative. It was perfect. "This might be a dream, or hallucination, or whatever-" she said, sighing, "but that is a good cup of tea."

"We're glad you like it, Fen." said a third voice. Walking out of the shadows was a... being. They were bipedal, with two arms and two legs, but their bodies were covered in a coarse fur, more like a sheep than the soft, pettable fur of the K'axi. Around their shoulder area, the fur was long and braided with beads and jems, covering their shoulder like a shawl. Their heads were wide and soft, with large wet eyes, and a small nose. They sat in the chair on the end of the table and took the third cup of tea. They breathed in the steam, sighing contentedly. "You know, I think this is the first time in a million solar cycles at least since we've had something to drink. It's quite... nostalgic."

Fen watched them drink, thinking furiously. "You're... what the Nanites looked like before..."

"Before we submitted to assimilation, yes." They moved their shoulders in a sort of half shrug that Fen immediately knew was their version of a nod.

"I'm asleep then, dreaming." Fen took another sip of her tea.

"More like unconscious. Chloe gave you quite a strong dose of sedative. Right now she and Gord are working to save your life while I battle Han'iel's own Nanites." They made a sour face. "The war isn't going as well as I had hopped."

"Why is Ma here?" Fen gestured to Ma-ren who waggled her ears.

"For comfort, mostly. She is... a memory." They put the tea down. "Names are important. You can call me Vel."

"Is it your name?"

"It was a name. Remember, we have been one for longer than you've had metal. Longer than you've had language." Vel rumbled a chuckle. "It's as good a name as any. We like it."

"Okay Vel, why am I here? You clearly want to talk to me, even though we can do it at anytime."

That same half shrug. "We have the time. Gord and Chloe will be working on you a while yet." Their fur rippled twice. "You might even survive. As much as we talk, you wouldn't have been the first to survive our removal, though you will be the first to survive our removal this quickly. Usually the process takes years." They took another sip of tea. "Fen, what happens to humans when they go through a wormhole link?"

Fen blinked. This was unexpected. "For the majority of us, nothing. For about 1 in 100, it feels like we die. We visit-" she waved her hands "-somewhere else, and sometimes we talk with people who may or may not be our ancestors. Nobody is really sure, and we don't really have any way of proving it. Some people think it's a hallucination."

"Humans are still religious, are they not? We know the K'laxi are."

"Some are, yes," Fen said, carefully.

"So finding out that something happens after you die, must have caused a stir."

"I don't really know Vel, I grew up outside of humanity, remember?" Fen's lips were pressed tightly together and she took another sip of tea to avoid speaking.

"Yes yes. I was trying a roundabout way to get to my point, but I see that you're not interested in a philosophical discussion. Fen, who do you see when you link? We know something happens to you, but we are not privy to what. As far as we are able to discern, there is no time difference from entering the wormhole to exiting."

So they never did figure out what was going on. Fen's shoulders relaxed as she released the tension she didn't realize she was holding. Han'iel has begun his coup and her body is fighting for its life as the Nanites fight, no sense in lying now. "I would see Ma-ren. When I realized that you didn't 'come with me' when I linked, I told her and she said she'd work on a plan to free me. I didn't know the plan so you wouldn't know it. She... did something to my memories. Locked them away until a key phrase was spoken."

"Well that proves that it's not a hallucination then, doesn't it? Something happens to you when you die."

"Ugh, you haven't met everyone. I'm sure there are a ton of humans who would say that's no proof at all. That we can trick ourselves quite well." Fen leaned back in her chair. As she did, it became her couch from the apartment. Vel was sitting across from her in Ma's favorite chair. Ma herself was gone. Fen had a twinge of regret at that. It just reinforced she was just a memory. It was odd how... easy it was to talk to Vel. When they were the Nanites in her head they were much more demanding, more authoritative. Here, Vel was just another person, albeit a representation of a long dead group of people whose decedents live as a collective of nanotechnology... things. Whatever. It was easier to talk to Vel, and that worried Fen. "Vel, I worry that you're going to try and talk me into being Empress again. I'm not going to do that. I never wanted to do that, and I won't do it again."

"Fen, I don't think you realize how good you were at being Empress. It's not an easy job. You were able to juggle your own wants with the needs of the Empire with our desire to increase the Gate system. You installed more Gates than all of the previous human Empresses." Vel's voice had odd harmonics; it was like they were speaking partially by vibrating something on their body. Still, even though the interesting way of speaking, they sounded impressed.

"You only want me to be Empress so you have someone to build Gates so you can hunt for energy, for food. That's why you wanted to come to the white hole so badly."

"Yes, that is true."

"So? You're here. I brought you." She gestured with her mug out of the window of her living room. "Go, do your thing to the white hole. Disconnect yourselves from us, leave."

"They don't want to leave Fen, you know that." Ma-ren walked into the living room and sat next to Fen. She tried to snuggle up, but Fen's shoulder and arm shot back as if she was shot. "You're not Ma."

"No, she was recent in your memories, easier to assume her shape. We're the others..."

"Han'iel's Nanites." Fen stared hard at Ma. It was a very good projection, but it was made on her memories, so Fen assumed it was as good as she remembered her. "It's getting crowded in here. What do you want?"

Ma shrugged. "The same thing as you, we assume. We want the other Nanites ejected from the galaxy, and left to do things our own way."

"With you in charge instead of them."

"Not... exactly." Not-Ma sat up. "It's more complicated than that Fen, you know this. You can't undo what's been done, and you can't unlearn what's been learned, but you can do better next time. Han'iel thinks that's what we'll be. an iteration."

Fen narrowed her eyes. "Han'iel sounds like he wants a turn ruling the galaxy last time we spoke."

Not-Ma waved her hand dismissively. "What he wants and what he'll get can be different things. We're new, but we're smart. We had to be in order to survive. We don't think Han'iel will be ruler of anything in a short amount of time. His support is much more tenuous than he makes it sound."

"How can you know that? You were activated in front of me."

Not-Ma laughed. It was odd. It sounded like a mix of human and K'laxi laughter. "You think that was the first time we were activated? Han'iel just has a flair for the dramatic. We've been online and active for more than a year. We've had time to learn about the galaxy." Not-Ma stood and patted Fen's shoulder. "Don't worry. These folks-" she gestured towards Vel "-aren't long for this galaxy. We're the new game in town."

"Don't be so sure. The battle is not the war. We've been at this much longer than you." Vel said, frowning.

"You're so sure? Come on then, let's see who wins!" Not-Ma walked up to Vel, and placed her small hands on either side of their head, and before anyone could react, snapped their neck.

[sleepyboywrites]

Creepypasta Fluff Headcanons for Trans!Male Reader Pt. 1 (Being a boy on his Period)

Because it's nearing that time again and being a boy on his period sucks ass. I'm making this to provide some comfort! For myself as a trans man and hopefully you too. This takes place with established and healthy relationships. Or as healthy as relationships with these characters come.

Tw: Possessive behavior, not necessarily wanted affection, rough contact, references to slight verbal abuse.

Eyeless Jack

• Run. Run right in the opposite direction if he hasn't eaten in a bit/is agitated. You will make him hungry due to his blood lusting demonic nature and he's not very friendly when he's hungry.

• You already aren't feeling great so if you go to him in that state anyways expect to be more uncomfortable albeit supported as a half-apology.

• If he has been satiated and is calm you may proceed to tell your demonic boyfriend that your cycle has begun and you are distressed and dysphoric about it.

• Cuddle bug. Like sits you directly into his lap and burries his face in your neck. Telling you words of encouragement. Think "I'm so sorry Baby boy." and "You're so strong y/n. One of the strongest men I know, I mean other men can't live through bleeding for 4-7 days on average."

• He's a med student so he knows the best ways to help with cramps and the physical pains that come with a menstrual cycle.

• He also gives you high testosterone foods and encourages you to wear one of his shirts and your boxers over your underwear to help with the dysphoria aspect. But he won't let you bind if your chest area gets sensitive.

• Tries to distract you and keep you as comfortable as possible

• Extremely protective during this time. He has a lot of self control but his instincts are still spiking under the surface screaming at him to lock you up/protect you. His emotional attachment to you paired with his constant hunger leave him clinging to your side and glaring at anyone else who approaches/gives you a weird look. Attacking anyone who hurts you emotionally or otherwise.

• Honestly a bit feral in a way akin to nesting.

• Insists on taking walks together once a day.

Laughing Jack

• A bit confused at first in his eyes he has erased any of your perceived biological imperfections.

• Hits you with the "But you are a boy" when you tell him you're feeling dysphoric and crying. "One who's very very important to me as well so please don't cry."

• Gives you your favorite candies and sweets

• Rubs your back when you're curled over in pain and sings you songs to help you calm down.

• Takes you to his amusement park and takes you on all your favorite rides and shows you all your favorite shows

•Always introducing the act as "Dedicated to the best boy in the world/my Favorite boy."

• Essentially his mentality is "I'm going to make sure this boy has so much fun he forgets the torment of having his brain stuck in the wrong body."

• And it fucking works. He has you laughing so hard that you can't tell where the stomach ache ends and the cramps begin.

• He likes to play "dress-up" in the sense where he has an array of gender affirming costumes and each day he insists you choose from the extensive array because even if you don't feel well at the moment doesn't mean you have to be reduced to a puddle of stained oversized clothes. He was always one for theatrics.

• If you say you really aren't up to dressing up he'll bring out an array of hoodies, baggy tees, shorts, sweats, or jeans instead.

• Genuinely just trying to distract and cheer you up

Ben Drowned

• Pretends to not know what you're talking about or why you're so upset. "Bro I assure you no one cares?" Followed by a long silence as he stares at you followed with "We all still view you the same, man."

• Then promptly refuses to leave your side

• Think anything from lurking in nearby electronics to straight up following you around everywhere.

• If a mission comes up he'll take you with him and make up some sort of excuse like he needs your help and your avatar is better abled than you physically. Alternatively if you have a mission he'll grab you and say he's coming with, before dragging you with him.

• Makes sure everyone is careful around you. No roughhousing or insults. Not at this time even if you protest.

• You had to break up a fight with the intent to maim once because Jeff had called you a "Pussy" in an attempt to agrivate you to change your mind about not being up for training today. Ben who had been lurking nearby lunged at him and you had to break the two apart.

• So much Gatorade. This boy makes you drink so much Gatorade.

• He also has a collection of snacks you normally crave and hoodies specifically for you in his closet.

• Let's you bind during your period until you don't take it off on time or act like you're in pain then he will take and hide it until it's passed.

• if you complain about dysphoria he'll roll his eyes as he drags you to his realm where your avatar already matches your gender and have you hang out there.

• Naptimes are mandatory once a day during this week because he knows it takes a lot out of you.

• Reminds you to take showers despite how much you hate having that reminder because you'll feel better afterwards and it helps with the cramps.

Jeff the Killer

• I promise he's trying. He's trying to keep things as normal as possible by being a jokey asshole dick like usual.

• Mans has your cycle engraved in his memory so on the first and worst day when you're at your grumpiest without fail he'll go "Can't you just give me a bloody smile god damn it?"

• You know he's joking and he knows he's joking but without fail you'll mock laugh at him, sock him in the nose, and walk away.

• One time you ran out of products and Jeff went to get them for you he called from the store and went, "Hey man, what size cunt do you have?" You shook your head, called him an asshole, and hung up.

• He tried to apologize by calling and texting and when you wouldn't answer he made you a care basket with hot wheels and various manly items such as boxers and button-ups/baggy tees. He also covered the pads wrapping in dinosaurs. And replacing "girl" with "boss" on the labels

• He's made a habit of getting you one of these everytime your supplies run out.

• Insists on more training and fighting because what better way to blow off steam and frustrations than a good ol fashioned fight.

• One time it went too far and the two of you ended up being patched up by EJ who scolded the two of you and said "If I catch you boys doing this again I will make sure Slender needs two new proxies."

• Always carrying ibuprofen and water. Always.

• Rubs your back if it hurts too much and treats you more gently.

•Will attack and maim anyone who misgenders you.

Homicidal Liu

• Liu is already constantly holding your hand as if he's scared you'll disappear, like the rest of good in his life, so you two are fairly well synced and sometimes you swear he can read your mind.

• You keep him calm, in a way that reminds him of before the incident because of this he knows all of you, obsessed over it and memorized it, including when your cycle is, it's linked in his internal clock.

• You'll often wake up to a warm bath and clean comfortable clothes if your cycle started during the night. While you bathe he'd change and wash the sheets then bring you breakfast to eat together after you finish.

• Tells you he's sorry that your body doesn't match your mind as he nuzzles into your neck. Snaking his arms around your waist and engulfing you in his weight. Sometimes uncomfortable but you know by now if you try to pry him off he'll only tighten his grip and agressively albeit incoherently mumble

•calm and supportive/protective and possessive are how his alters have always treated you. Both affectionate sometimes overly so. Heightened during your cycle due to you being in a more easily hurt and in a distressed mood.

• Think overlap of Liu and Sully's voices, "What did you just say to my boyfriend?" Followed by "You'll pay for that." should anyone so much as look at you funny in a way that'll make you feel worse about your current state of being.

• Said anyone would be carried away in a body bag. <333

• Gets you trinkets as well as anything you may be craving.

• Owns heating pads as well as cold pads at his disposal to help with cramps.

• Water/Gatorade and a variety of pain meds on hand. Always.

• Doesn't want to leave your side out of fear of you running into a less than kind individual without him there to support you and maim your instigator.

Ticci Toby

• You'd have to go to him about it because his ass doesn't know. His brain is on fifteen different topics at any given time. You occupy at least five but he doesn't have much memorized.

• He'll know that something is bothering you but won't know what unless you blatantly tell him.

• Once you do he'll probably try his best to limit his roughness/aggression and increase softer touches/tones.

• Much more pet names a lot less insults. IE: Instead of calling you a dumbass he'll call you pretty boy.

• If he gets frustrated expect said pet name to be said with aggression.

• He owns several weighted blankets he'd offer you to use on top of his own body weight when he flops onto you, should you want that affection. Though he still will with a piss-poor excuse of an apology if you don't and he does. Which he does frequently because you're one of the only people whose touch is gentle with him.

• Bad about carrying liquid. Good about carrying meds. So if you need an ibuprofen he will give you one but you'll need to either dry swallow or find liquid elsewhere.

• Also not the best at comforting you through your pain seeing as he doesn't experience that kind of thing himself. At least not in the same way, so he doesn't know what to do nor what you expect from him.

• He'll pick you up something he thinks you'll like when he goes out during this time but that ranges from "really sweet" to "the thought is what counts." Because sometimes his thoughts cross paths one too many times and he accidentally got you cleaning supplies instead of menstrual or edible treats.

• Think: "This rock made me think of you. Do you like [insert candy], because I grabbed some on my last mission. I meant to grab you strawberry mentos, because of a song I heard that made me think of you but accidentally grabbed menthol instead, I don't know how you'd use it but here."

• Essentially when you tell him he'll say "Okay, don't push yourself too hard." And then continue fairly normally while attempting to be nice.

Brian/Hoodie

• Initial reaction depends entirely on where/how you tell him. If you tell him in public in front of others he will simply look at you and say, "...okay".

• If you tell him in private he'll stare at you for a moment and then he'll give you a few well-thought-out sentences on how he'll be there to help and how you aren't any less of a man.

• If you give him a note or written thing however he will build you a cathedral out of paragraphs telling you that he'll do what he can to make you feel as good as you can, how this aspect doesn't change who you are not how you're received, and everything masculine and in general he adores about you.

• Always has water, meds, and a spare hoodie for you in close proximity.

• Doesn't treat you any differently in public or private.

• Very sweet most of the time, including this, minus his aggressive outbursts.

• It's very much the same old same old. He'll still melt into you and expect the same he'll still yell and throw things when he's having a n outburst.

• He'll still treat you as softly and as roughly as he does the rest of the time.

• Will get you your cravings if you ask but he won't really if he's unprompted.

• He may ask for your hand more often if he notices your distress/squeeze your hand more often.

• Though most of the time he won't he's too busy in his head or in what he's doing.

• Or alternatively trying to figure out what is in your head and what you're doing but not necessarily how you're feeling.

• He cares about you he's just not the possessive type in the way that leads to outwardly or intense displays of affection. Though if you even hinted to not wanting to be around people on your cycle you wouldn't be. He would hole up.with you until its over and be reluctant to let you go.

Tim/Masky

• Throws his reeking bomber jacket at you with a raised eyebrow. "Things like this provide some comfort right?"

• Cocky Bastard knows it's in his god-damn calendar and he likes to inadvertently let you know he knows.

• IE: throwing one of your favorite snacks at your head while you train or work.

• Bringing you water, Gatorade, and medicine to you when all you did is hold your head in your hands for five seconds.

• It's become almost a game of whether or not you can get away without him knowing.

• Mocking you lightly if you ask for help with anything. If you need supplies, or would like one of your cravings, or would like a heating pad anything. And you say, "Hey could you get me [blank] if you don't mind?" Or anything along those lines you will be met with an, "Ah ah ah pretty boy, say pretty please." When he returns with what you asked for dangling it out of reach.

• Also always asks for a kiss as payment for being your knight in shiny armor. When he gets you anything. One time he bought you a bag of chocolate kisses you were craving and when he asked you threw a chocolate at him and he chased and tackled you until you gave him an actual one.

• Deliberately and as a rule of thumb, Masky shows you a playful and cocky side he's created because you respond to it best.

• He rarely gets angry at you but when he does that anger translates to avoiding you and not speaking to you should he be in this state he will give you nothing, not even a hug during this.

• If you tend to be touch-starved during he'll be less likely to fall into that angry rut but if you're touch-adverse he's more likely to get into angry ruts because he'll take it as the front he crafted for you not being enough or attractive to you.

• Despite the fact it has nothing to do him and has everything to do with you being in physical and psychological pain.

[spennsrs]

Hi~

Anon with the Spencer request, thank you so much it was amazing, I loved it ❤️

Would love to see a 2nd part of it :))

TYPE OF WRITING: friends to lovers drabble CONTENT CREATOR(S): spencer agnew of smosh SONG REC: like or like like by miniature tigers / i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys MARNIE'S NOTE: I KNOW THIS IS LATE BUT !!! its here ..... spence fluff pt 2 baybie !!! also this takes place about a month after the first part, and takes more of a look in spencer's mind! tw for mentions of periods & pain meds !

♡ ༘*.ﾟ this was a bad idea, this was such a bad idea.

this was absolutely not planned out... but a lot of what spencer did around [y/n] wasn't planned. they made his mind short circuit and his heart beat out of his chest.

he had decided on a whim to go home early, not really knowing where he was going. next thing he knew, he was in his car and found his way at [y/n]'s apartment building. well, while i'm here... might as well pay them a visit... he thinks as he headed upstairs, hence where he was now, standing in front of their door and hand outstretched as if to knock.

he hadn't really... told them he was coming, and the regret was really catching up with him. he knew they were home, they told him they were home earlier...

he took a minute before finally coming to a decision, knocking on the door. except... he fucking ran away.

like an absolute child, spencer agnew ran to his car. he basically ding dong ditched them.

he quickly headed down the stairs before getting into his car, his heart beating rapidly. his eyes close as he sits there with shaky hands resting on the steering wheel.

he didn't even want to think about what they looked like opening the door. how confused they probably looked, how their nose probably scrunched up as they looked around. spencer, stop daydreaming... he could practically hear [y/n] playfully scolding him. with a nervous swallow, he buckles in and goes to start his car, but something held him back. he grabs his phone and unlocks it, going straight for his messages with [y/n]. he quickly texts them, hands trembling.

to: [y/n]💕 ' hey, you good with me coming over? ' ' i'm bored and require attention from my favorite idiot ' ' i mean best friend '

it takes them a bit before responding.

from: [y/n]💕 ' yeah ' ' just a heads up ' ' i'm not in the best mood ' ' but maybe a visit from my favorite moron will help me '

spencer instantly frowned before unbuckling and getting out. forgetting about his little... ditch he did, he rushes up the stairs, albeit a bit clumsily, before he reaches their door. he reaches his hand out to knock, and it came back... the fucking ding dong ditch.

wait- since when did he ever knock?

as soon as [y/n] gave him a key to their apartment, that was the way to go. fishing out his keys from his pocket, spencer rummages through the keys before inserting the right one into the lock, unlocking and entering.

"[y/n]?"

he hears a very faint grunt from their room, and he drops his keys on the counter in the kitchen, ditches his shoes, and heads to the room. spencer peeks his head through the door to see a bundle of blankets on the bed, which most likely held his best friend. he can't help the soft smile that tugs at his lips as he heads in, sitting on the edge of the bed as he gently rests his hand on top of the bundle. "hey... your favorite moron is here to help you out." he says softly as the blankets rustle, a head poking out from them.

there was silence for a moment before spencer was tugged to lay down, the smaller frame holding onto him.

oh.

in an instant, it was all clear. [y/n] was on their period.

his arms come around the other, holding them close with a sigh as his hand runs through their hair slowly. he remains quiet as he holds them close, and he feels his t-shirt begin to dampen. where they crying..? "hey, hey... shh, i'm here, [y/n]. it's okay... do i need to grab some pain meds for you?" he asks softly as he angles his head to look at them.

they shake their head as their grip tightens around him, keeping him close.

"gotcha... i'll stay right here then." spencer hums as he adjusts to get a bit more comfortable, pressing a hesitant kiss to their head.

silence... but not an awkward silence. it was comfortable.

until there wasn't silence.

"i love you, spencer. thank you for coming over..." spencer could feel his heartbeat skyrocket, and his breath catches in his throat. "you know... you aren't just my best friend- you're my everything, my rock. you've been here for me through so much... i-i'm sorry for springing this up on you-"

without thinking, spencer tilts their head up to press a soft kiss to their forehead, then their lips. he pulls away and gazes down at them with a soft smile.

"there's no need to thank me... i'm always here for you, and i always will be here for you. i... i love you too." it felt like a weight was lifted from his chest as he spoke those words, gazing at them. they smile a bit before snuggling close. "i'm head over heels for you, [y/n]..." he murmurs as he gives their body a gentle squeeze.

they sigh happily and close their eyes, soon falling asleep. he could feel their breathing even out as they fall asleep, and couldn't beat the smile on his face.

this... might've been a dream, but he didn't want to wake up. soon, he was asleep as well, falling into the best slumber he's had in a while.

ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ

as the morning light floods through the cracks of the curtains, spencer stirs a bit with a grumble. he blinks his eyes a few times before looking around, then looking down at [y/n] in his arms. he can't help the wide smile that tugs at his lips, sighing a bit. he brings them clsoer and brushes hair from their face.

he could stay in this moment forever... but then their eyes begin to stir a bit, opening slowly.

"good morning, love...." spencer's voice was soft, almost a whisper as he spoke, his fingertips ghosting over their jaw. "did you sleep well? how are you feeling?"

they take a moment before responding, rubbing their eye. "a bit... i slept really well though. the best i've slept in a while.. although if the whole period thing was gone, i would enjoy it a lot more."

spencer laughs softly before pressing a kiss to their forehead, which makes them giggle. "i know, love... want to stay in bed for a bit, before i make breakfast for you?" he asks, twirling some of their hair around his fingers.

"breakfast.. in bed? you don't need to.."

"but i want to." he says softly as he presses their foreheads together. "its what i want to do... i want to do everything for you, [y/n]. i wanna be yours, all yours..." he mutters softly, pressing a kiss to their nose.

he loves the blush that creeps onto their cheeks, chuckling softly.

"i love you so much, [y/n]. please, let me show you how long i've adored you."

"i love you too, spencer."

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1999, part four - final part!

oh my gosh. final part and what a surprise, she's a long one again💀💀ive loved writing this silly little series so so much and i love all of you very very much🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽please give me requests on what to write next bc my mind is completely blank rn, all i can think of is the cold war and bolsheviks from my history revison and i dont think they would make v good fics🤡🤡

lmk what you think of this part and your fav moments, enjoy!!

warnings: tiny angst, mostly fluff, swearing

conrad fisher masterlist

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conrad’s pov

Since Y/n is unable to hold a phone herself, I'm tasked with a lot, but I didn't fully realize the worry of her family until she had me working through each task with her.

No wonder she’s overwhelmed. The number of texts from Laurel, Mom, Belly, Jere and Steven she has to sift through in a given hour would drive anyone insane.

Or maybe I'm just going crazy by sitting this close to her. The smell of her coconut soap is permanently ingrained into my memory as she sits flush against me, pointing at different texts with her uninjured hand.

I can tell her nerves grow stronger as the Uber near the hospital.

Her knees bounce up and down as she dictates message after message I need to send, confusing me more and more with every word.

The work doesn't stop there. After we check in, a nurse hands us a clipboard filled with pages of information that need to be filled out. Y/n stares at it like it might catch on fire at any moment.

"Here." I pass it to her.

Her eyes shift toward the exit. "Will you help me please? I can't write like this." Her voice drops to a barely audible whisper.

"Okay. Tell me your answers and I'll write them down."

Her throat bobs as she scans the first line. It takes her far longer than necessary to read the first question.

"Do you mind reading the questions aloud for me? I'm too stressed to concentrate right now." Her overcompensating smile irritates me.

"Are you sure? Some of the questions are probably personal."

Don't be a dick. Just do what she says.

"I don't care.”

The rigid way she sits in her chair says the complete opposite.

She seems to be one minute away from breaking down, so I concede. I sigh as I grab the pen and get started on the first question. The paperwork doesn't take us as long as I anticipated, so Y/n and I sit together in silence. She stares at the exit longingly.

The way her eyes dart around the room as she gnaws on her bottom lip makes me feel merciful enough to save her from the anxiety eating her up inside.

“If it's any consolation, I hate hospitals too."

Her head swings toward the direction of my voice.

"Yeah?"

I nod. "Haven't been to one since…"

"I know." she says as she sees my chest heaves as I remember the millions of times we’ve been here before.

I keep my eyes focused on the soundless television playing in one corner.

Her good hand clasps onto mine and gives it a squeeze. I'm grateful she understands me enough not to ask any other questions. The idea of offering another raw part of myself feels like a betrayal of the years I've spent carefully developing a certain kind of persona.

"I hate them too." Her voice cracks.

"Why?"

She stares down at her swollen hand. “My dad…” She pauses, and I give her hand a reassuring squeeze like she gave me. "Let's just say mom ended up in the ER a couple of times for being clumsy."

I take a deep breath to stave off the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "And did you have issues with being clumsy?" If she says yes, I swear to God two men will end up floating in the Chicago River tonight.

She shakes her head rather aggressively. "No. No." My rapid heart rate can be heard through my ears. "If you were, you can tell me." While I can't promise I won't do anything about it, I can promise to make him hurt. A lot. With sulfuric acid or something, those pre-med studies are starting to come in handy now.

The overwhelming sense of protectiveness hits me hard, and I don't shy away from it. There is nothing I hate more than men who use their fists against innocent women and children.

"It never got to that point. Suze made sure of it." she says with a small smile.

"How?"

"She caught onto the signs and interfered before things got bad. Used her savings from my grandpa's life insurance policy to help Mom get a divorce and start a new life." A tear slips down her face, and I can't stand the sight of it.

I brush it away with the pad of my thumb, but the damp trail still lingers. A driving force inside of me wants to erase the sad look on her face. "Did her plan also happen to include a jug of sulfuric acid?"

She forces out a laugh. "I think concrete shoes were more in style back then."

I fake shudder. "Remind me to never make mom angry again."

"Forget her, you'd have to deal with me." She holds up her injured hand like a war trophy.

"I'm absolutely terrified."

"Miss Y/n?" a nurse calls out.

Y/n doesn't move at the sound of her name.

"That's you." I place my hand on her thigh and give it a squeeze.

She sucks in a deep breath as she stares down at my hand.

Her chair nearly tumbles behind her as she bolts out of the seat, throwing her one good hand up in the air. "I'm here!"

The nurse leads us through the emergency room bay.

Individual beds line the wall, each area divided by a paper curtain.

The empty bed meant for Y/n is unacceptable. Between the person retching behind one partition and the individual on the other side hacking up their lung, I refuse to let her be seen here.

"I'd like my…my friend, to be taken care of in a private suite," I speak up. I know I sound snotty right now but honestly, I’ll be damned if I let her already horrible hospital experience get any worse.

The nurse grimaces as her gaze licks across my body. "This is a hospital. Not the Ritz. Take a seat and wait for the doctor like everyone else."

Y/n hops on the bed without any complaint, and I'm tempted to grab her and go elsewhere. The nurse doesn't seem the least bit bothered by all the noise happening around us as she checks Y/n’s vitals and asks some routine questions.

Y/n answers each one while chewing her bottom lip raw. This atmosphere couldn't put anyone at ease, least of all her.

The nurse hangs the clipboard at the foot of the bed, and I decide to try again.

"I'll pay whatever it takes to have her seen somewhere quieter. Money is no object."

The nurse only replies by shutting the paper curtain in my face.

Y/n laughs while I stare at the curtain, dumbfounded to be treated like this.

"You find this funny?"

She nods, her eyes alight for the first time all night. "Did you see her face when you said money is no object? I think if she didn't put the clipboard away, she would have slapped your face with it."

"It's not my fault she isn't accustomed to how things are done in the real world."

"Wake up baby. You're living in the real world." She waves around our room.

"It's terrifying." I say, looking away so she couldn’t see the blush that appeared on my face at the nickname.

"Come here. I'II make it better." Y/n pats the bed.

Doubtful, but I'm a glutton for giving her what she wants lately. Paper crinkles as I sit next to her. I take up most of the bed, giving her little room to get away from me. My thigh brushes against hers. She tries to scoot away, but there isn't enough space.

“Isn’t this cozy?" she quips.

I give her a small smile before she asks, “Hey! Let me see your tattoo.”

God I’d forgotten all about them. I move the collar of my shirt to show the two small ivy leaves we’d gotten. She gasps and gently touches my skin, “Oh my gosh it’s so pretty Connie.” she stares at it for a moment before I ask to see hers.

She lifts up her shirt on the side, exposing her ribcage and the two matching leaves.

“I can’t believe you agreed to get a Taylor Swift referenced tattoo with me Con.” she says as I admire the tattoo for a bit.

I smile until saying, “Hey I might be quiet and mopey but at least I have good taste in music.”

She softly smiles at me before eyeing the IV bag with horror before checking out the exit.

"What’s wrong?”

She leans closer to me and whispers, "Is now a bad time to admit I pass out whenever someone tries to stick a needle in me?"

My lips lift at the corners. I don't know why I find the idea hilarious, given her ability to watch eight consecutive hours of true crime documentaries without so much as flinching.

"You're afraid of needles?"

She sputters. "No. I'm not afraid. It just happens to be a bodily reaction I can't control."

“That's good then because the nurse needs to set you up with that IV when she comes back."

“No! Don't tell me that! I thought she was one of the good ones.”

I nod, pressing my lips together to prevent myself from laughing.

"She lied to me!" She bolts from the seat and would have tripped over her own heels if I didn't reach out and catch her.

*Careful." I place her back on the bed and decide to stand guard in case she gets any ideas to flee the scene.

Her eyes fit from me to the gap between two curtains, as if she is thinking how she can get past me.

"I'm joking.”

She scans my face for the truth before she slaps my shoulder with her good hand. "Asshole! I believed you!"

Laughter explodes out of me like a bomb, stunning her.

“Did you just laugh?”

"No."

“Yes." Someone calls out from the other side of the curtain.

“Now, do you mind shutting up? Some of us are trying to get some sleep over here after having our stomach pumped."

Fuck this place and the people in here. "We're leaving."

"Not so fast. You can't leave before I check you out." The doctor strolls in and points at the bed with his clipboard.

Y/n remains tight-lipped as the doctor checks her chart. He asks her some questions about how she got hurt, all while staring me up and down like I'm the person she was trying to injure. She is taken away for a few scans, and my breathing doesn't return to normal until the nurse brings her back.

That should be my first sign that things are getting out of hand on my end. I'm inching closer to an emotional minefield without any kind of map, only one wrong step away from exploding.

The doctor checks the scans. "It looks like you have a boxer's fracture."

Her face brightens. "That sounds badass."

I glare at her. "Calm down, Muhammad Ali. I wouldn't count today as a victory by any means."

The doctor's eyes lighten. "Next time, avoid any initial contact on the fourth and fifth knuckles."

"Please don't encourage her."

The doctor shakes his head with a laugh before giving Y/n a detailed set of instructions regarding the healing time. I'm skeptical about the whole visit and, given the setting, doubtful about the level of care. I'll be damned if Y/n sustains permanent injuries because of Dean. My chest tightens at the idea.

“Great Thanks, Doc!" She hops off the bed, but I hold my arm out, stopping her

"I’d like a second opinion." The command bursts out of me without any rhyme or reason. Deep down, I know a boxer's fracture isn't the worst thing that could have happened. But things aren't right in my head where Y/n is concerned. At least not anymore.

Both of the doctor's eyebrows arch. "For a small fracture?"

"Don't mind him. He tends to be a bit overbearing." She shoots me a look as if I'm the crazy one out of the two of us.

"Okay..." the doctor says.

Maybe I am losing it because why else would I care?

You hate it when she cries.

You wouldn't mind murdering someone who hurt her.

You took her to the hospital even though you despise them with every fibre of your being.

The signs all point to one thing: our situation is quickly crumbling, and I'm the only one to blame.

Y/n interrupts my thoughts. "I'll be sure to wear the brace for a few weeks and avoid any kind of activities that could aggravate the injury."

"Perfect. And don't forget to schedule a follow-up visit with your physician. "The doctor gives me one last look before handing Y/n the discharge paperwork. "Nice meeting you."

"Will you help me with this?" She holds out the clipboard with her left hand as the doctor leaves.

I grab it from her and fill it out.

She checks the time on her phone. "Well, at least that didn't take as long as I thought it would. I'm sure you're dying to get back home."

That's the scary thing. I didn't think about anything or anyone once during our entire time here because making sure she was taken care of was my only concern. I've spent the past seventeen years of my life thinking solely about my future, and all it took was one girl to make me completely forget about my responsibilities for a few hours.

As if that doesn't scare me enough, it only takes one glance at her makeshift brace to make my blood burn hot under my skin. I know exactly why her injury angers me more than anything else.

It's the same reason I feel the urge to push Jere away from her whenever he gets too close or the way I unexplainably need to see her whenever she is out of my sight for longer than a few hours.

You’re in love with her.

Fuck.

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y/n’s pov

We’re in an Uber on the way home, sitting in comfortable silence until Conrad breaks it.

“Why’d you get with Dean anyway?” My stomach doubles over.

Comfortable silence is so overrated.

I sigh. I’ve been dreading this question for ages now.

“I don’t know.” I answer vaguely.

Conrad gives me a puzzled look, “What do you mean you don't know? You must’ve had a reason.”

His restlessness gets me more agitated.

“I don’t know Conrad. I don’t know why I got with him, I don’t know why I was waiting on you for so long either.” I look out the window as the car stops in front of the house.

“What? What do you mean?” he says as I get out the car and speed up to the front door, taking the keys out of my pocket and refusing to carry on with this conversation anymore.

Conrad keeps yelling after me as he follows me upstairs to my room, both of us trying to ignore everyone else who joined Conrad and are trying to ask their own questions.

I slam my door shut and collapse on my bed hearing Conrad trying to calm everyone down and telling them everything that's happened until he asks them all to give me some space for now.

I cry in the silence as I hear everyone leaving from outside the door until it opens.

“Hey.”

Steven. Thank God.

“Steve…” I say sniffling.

He looks at me with a sad smile before sitting on the bed with me and taking me in his arms.

“Con told us everything,” he says after a few minutes of holding me, “did you really get a boxer's fracture?”

I laugh in tears before showing him my hand and saying, “You should see the other guy.”

Steven and I laugh together before going back to the silence as he hugs me.

“He really cares about you, you know.”

“No he doesn’t. He hates me. I yelled at him and now I’m crying here on my bed like an idiot.”

“Did he say anything to you?” Steven looks down at me.

I shake my head before saying, “He asked why I got with Dean.”

“Oh. That’s not too bad.”

“No it’s not.”

“Then why are you so upset?”

“Because I’ve been waiting for Conrad for so long and I’m just sick and tired of always being there to help him get over his breakups when he’d be so much better off with me. I know I sound selfish and none of my reasons are justified but I just thought that after everything we’ve been through together, he’d maybe like me just a little bit.”

Steven hugs me again and softly says, “He does.”

After that almost everyone but Conrad came in to check up on me and make sure I was okay, making me feel even more guilty about being all emotional like this. It’s not until Susannah’s holding me and whispering sweet nothings that my eyes start to feel heavy.

I think I fell asleep after that, I don’t remember much except waking up to the sun shining its very unwelcome face in my eyes.

I step out of my room after freshening up and I’m about to make my way to the kitchen for food until I’m stopped by something in the hallway.

Or should I say someone.

“Conrad,” I bend down and stroke his hair out of his face, “Conrad wake up.” I say gently.

He stirs for a minute before sitting up and taking my hands in his.

“Have you been out here all night?” I ask.

“Yes.” he says in a raspy voice.

God that voice would make my knees give out if I wasn’t already on the floor with him.

“Why?”

“I need to talk to you.”

I sigh before he interrupts me, “Listen, I heard everything you said to Steven last night and I know I shouldn’t have and I was eavesdropping but I’m sorry it was by accident. And I know I don’t deserve any more of your time…I’ve already wasted a lot of it but just hear me out for ten minutes.”

“No.” I try to get out of his grasp.

“Stop fighting and give me ten minutes.”

“No way.”

“Nine then.”

“Five.”

“Eight and a half.”

“Six.”

“Seven.”

I pause, knowing that he won’t let me go anywhere before I hear him out.

“You don’t deserve seven seconds, let alone seven minutes of my time.”

“How about seven words then?”

I laugh. “I’d like to see you try.”

“I am falling in love with you.”

I blink up at him. Either I am still sleeping or I must have not heard him correctly because there is no way Conrad Fisher just admitted that he is falling in love with me.

Absolutely no fucking way.

Right?

I squeeze my eyes shut as if that can erase the words from my memory.

"You're joking.

"I'm not."

"This is just another part of your game." I try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"It stopped being a game for me a long time ago."

"You're lying."

His brows pull together. "Ask me why I hate when people touch my bookshelf."

"Are you serious right now? What does that have to do with any of this?" I think back to his bookshelf he won’t let any of the others go near but loves to let me organise and re-organise each year.

"Because I did it for you."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I read somewhere online that organising objects like books and things is good for people with anxiety, because then they can feel in control of something and know exactly what to expect especially if things are the same as they've predicted all the time. You love reading too, so I changed it. Bought all the books you like to read so that you’d stay and read with me more often. I forced everyone else out of my room and especially away from that bookshelf. All because I wanted to help you."

Emotions clog my throat, preventing my ability to reply.

What can I possibly say that could compare to that?

Conrad doesn't give me an option as he continues. "Want to know why I kept this plant you got me?" he says pointing to the small green cactus with “Don’t be a prick” written on the pot that we could see looking into his room from the hallway.

I nod.

"Because it was the first time someone got me a present that made me laugh."

If hearts could melt into puddles, mine would be liquified right about now.

I take a deep breath.

Remember what he did.

“Con that doesn't change anything you still ignored me for a whole year. Every time I tried to call you or text you, you’d just leave me on read or decline, and now you’re telling me you love me? Who does that?"

"Someone who doesn't understand the first thing about loving someone, but is willing to try if you give me a chance."

"You want me to give you a chance after everything? Do you think I'm stupid?"

He winces, and a bit of my anger fades away at his vulnerability.

"Intelligence has nothing to do with this."

"Easy for you to say when you're not the one who feels like a fool."

"Really? Because based on your reaction today, I'm feeling pretty damn foolish for ever admitting that I'm falling in love with you." He gets up off the floor, leaving me feeling chilled to the bone.

"Con..." I reach out, but he takes a step back.

My eyes sting from his rejection. It hurts.

“I’m not asking you to love me back. I don't expect that and I'm not sure if I ever will because I'm the furthest thing for lovable. I'm selfish, and rude, and don't know the first thing about being in a proper relationship with someone. But that doesn't mean I’m not willing to try for you if you let me."

How am I supposed to be angry at him when he thinks he is unlovable?

A pain rips through my chest at the thought of him talking about himself this way.

I get up off the floor and walk straight into his chest. His arms quickly wrap themselves around my waist, holding me even tighter.

"Just because you make selfish choices doesn't mean you're a selfish person. At least not completely."

This boy had been there for Belly, Steven, me and Jere for years without any kind of payback, especially when Susannah was going through her cancer and despite feeling an immense amount of pain himself, he shoved all his emotions aside so that he could be there for us. For me. If that isn't a selfless sacrifice, I don't know what is.

"Your logic is half-baked at best."

"So is yours, seeing as you called yourself unlovable."

His body tenses. "I'm stating facts."

"I don't know what bullshit your father told you over the years, but it's not true. Your brother loves you."

"He’s obligated to."

"No one is obligated to love someone else. Blood or not."

He takes a deep breath. "You're right."

I smile up at him. "I could get used to hearing those words."

He reaches up and cups my cheek. "Give me a chance and I'll tell you them every single day."

I sigh and look away. "I don't know.”

"Tell me what's stopping you."

"You don't do relationships."

“Good thing our feelings lead us here rather than our minds, and mine are willing to try then."

I avoid his penetrating gaze. "What if my feelings are telling me to run?”

“It's cute you think you can outrun me, but I'll give you a head start just to make things interesting." he smiles down at me.

"Do you always have an answer for everything?"

"Not for the one that matters most." The way he looks at me stirs up something deep inside of me.

Longing. I want to give him a chance, regardless of the potential fallout.

You might get hurt.

I might, but I might miss out on something special because I’m too afraid of the what ifs. I'm done being that person. Even if it means getting hurt, I'd rather try and fail than never try at all.

I stand on the tips of my toes and press my lips against his.

He holds me tight against his chest, as if he is afraid of letting me go.

I pull away, only to clasp onto his chin. "This could be a disaster, but I'm willing to try."

He shuts me up by pushing his lips against mine, sealing our new deal. The way he kisses me is different than any time before. He cups my face with the palms of his hands as his lips mold against mine, teasing me until I feel dizzy. His thumb brushes across my cheek back and forth, and heat rushes down my spine straight to my belly. He makes me feel cherished. Protected.

Loved in a way that makes me never want to come back down to reality.

I could spend forever being kissed like this and still feel like it isn't enough. While Conrad might not be the best with words, his kiss says it all.

He is falling in love with me. And I’m falling in love with him. No translation necessary.

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ahh i cant believe its finished omg😔💔...

anyways, onto the next one😍🙏

again please lmk what you think of this and please give me requests on what to do next!!

[2frosty4you]

Hello!! I'm the one who requested the reader getting hurt in battle haha, hope you don't mind me requesting again! Don't worry I won't be doing this too much lol. This one's probably a bit weird, so I completely understand if you don't wanna do it! I wanted to know if I could request the mercs comforting a teen reader who just got out of an unhealthy relationship? I just got out of a toxic relationship and it'll really make me feel better :,) Please and thank you!!

Mercs comforting teen reader after toxic relationship [Platonic]

| All mercs x GN!Reader Platonic | 749 words | Masterlist | Ask/Request |

Hi again anon! Hopefully you're feeling better now, it sucks horribly you had to go through that kind of relationship but at least you are out of it now <3

TW: Violence, blood n murder; the usual for ghosty's tf2 stuff

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Scout

Big brother scout here is to kick ass for his younger sibling 💪💪💪

But honestly he doesn't know what do to, he offers to beat your ex's head in

Look its the scout way of showing his love, he's trying

Asks spy what to do, he doesn't help so he then goes to engie

He gives you some of his food, that being fried chicken of course

Soldier

"NO ONE HURTS A CADET UNDER THE WATCHFUL EYE OF AN AMERICAN SOLDIER"

He bellows down the hall when he sees you crying, look he cares about you. He just inst that bright

Already knows where your ex lives because he kept a close eye on them, more like stalked him but he's just being a good American dad

Beheads your ex and places it on a spike to use as target practice

Throughout the day he brings raccoons into your room, offers you guns and his American blankets

Pyro

>:(

Covers you in all their plushies and blankets, leaving you covered in soft pink balloonicorns and fluffy blankets

They roast marshmallows for you, and gets engineer to help make hot cocoa

They'll creep out of the base and hunt down your ex for hurting you.

Heavy

Russian man rise up 💪

He cooks you a nice traditional Russian soup

Keeps you on the couch and brings all the food to you, keeps scout far from you in this state

Will read some Russian fairy-tales or novels to you, with the lights dim and you covered in blankets

Gives you a giant bear hug

If he comes across your ex he will knock them out and give their body to medic

Engineer

Texan Father mode activated

The moment he finds you crying he is instantly ushering you to his workshop and offering to cook anything you wish.

He'll let you vent to him, but if you need silence he'll just work on his mechanics while in the room with you.

You are his child, no ifs or buts

and no one hurts his kid

but he'd get spy to give him your ex's address

then would absolutely strip your ex's car for bits and pieces, taking the wheels, engine, battery, steering wheel you name it

He'd bring soldier with him for optimal damage

Demoman

Drunk off his head (as usual)

Offers you his scrumpy

look he doesn't know what to do, like scout but he's trying to show you he cares

If you refuse the scrumpy he'd offer you to sit with him and just be in each others presence.

May or may not rig your ex's house with explosives

Medic

Where do they live, whats their phone number, whats their email, whats their blood type who do they live with and are they healthy?

You tell him any of that and he's instantly found your ex, kidnapped them, and while they're alive he takes all their organs and makes it as painful as possible

When you come for medic for some comfort he'll coo, patting your back while offering you a nice warm drink. draping his (CLEAN) lab coat over your back and letting you stay on his chair.

He's not good with comforting, but will let you vent to him and just stay within the med bay

Probably asks heavy to comfort you after a while

Sniper

Scraggly old man

Like most of the other mercs he has no clue how to comfort you during this time

I mean he lives out in his van and rather live in the bush than in a house

He'd take you out into the bush to get away from society, and keeps watch in-case you are anxious about your ex finding you

if you ex was extremely abusive sniper would kill them with no remorse, but ensure the bullet hits them where it would make their death slow and painful.

Spy

Spy comforting? lol no, sorry

He would pat your shoulder awkwardly

When you leave he's already tracked your ex down (not hard since he'd been keeping tabs on them ever since you two got together)

Blackmails your ex into the ground, forces them to make a video apology, give up their belongings and more. He sends the video and all his collected photos and videos of their abuse to your ex's family.

By family i mean everyone who is merely connected with them

Would throw his card at you, telling you nothing as he lets you go crazy with his money

He thinks retail therapy would help

If you thank him for anything he'd wave you off, saying "he deserved it" and lighting another cigarette.

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[projectbluearcadia]

I Am / We Are A Simp / s.

Lucifer: Annnnelie. Anneliiiieee. Anneeeeelllliiiiiee.

Lucifer sits up from bed and playfully boops Annelie's cheek with a cute smile, not knowing she's awake. She lightly grabs his finger, opening her eyes. A faint blush settles on his cheeks.

Annelie: Mm... Yes, honey? What has the anti-morning demon up so early?

Lucifer: It's 11 A.M.

Annelie: ...it is?

Lucifer: Mhm. How do you feel?

Annelie: ...sore, but I could ask you the same question.

Lucifer: Also sore.

Lucifer ruffles Annelie's hair and kisses her cheek.

Lucifer: You can't walk, can you?

Annelie: You're a little bi-

Annelie puts some of her weight on the floor and immediately returns her feet to bed.

Lucifer: You were saying?

Annelie: ...I forgot what happens when you have an hour to kill instead of 15 minutes; shut up.

Lucifer chuckles.

Lucifer: You won't survive what I have planned for Tuesday.

Annelie: What, are you going to tie me to your bed so I can't run away while you do unspeakable things to me?

Lucifer: ...

Annelie: I can take whatever you dish out, and you know it.

Lucifer smirks as he crawls on top of Annelie.

Lucifer: Oh, can you now? Because I'm really annoyed that I didn't get to see you so wasted that you'd beg for me in the most humiliating way possible.

Annelie: Is that a threat? How about you beg instead?

Annelie hooks her legs around his waist and flips him over. He smirks as if this were according to plan.

Lucifer: I'll let you do that tomorrow.

Lucifer hugs Annelie to his body, trapping her in his arms. She squirms, futilely.

Lucifer: You promised me a pick-me-up I could watch for trips away from home if we got married.

You remember that?!?!

Lucifer: I'm cashing in on that promise.

Annelie: W-Wait a sec...

Lucifer: We're using my D.D.D. since it has better resolution.

Lucifer grins.

Lucifer: And you're still sensitive from last night, now aren't you? That works out perfectly...

Annelie: I, uh, um....

Annelie blushes.

Annelie: I-If you get one, then I get one too!

Lucifer: Aw, is my cute little succubus getting shy? Do you just want to watch my muscles flex, or do you want to see the look on my face when I cu-

Annelie covers his mouth while he simpers.

Annelie: Okay, first of all, yes to all of those, and second of all please shut up because Simeon just knocked on the door.

Simeon: I don't really want to disturb, but Barbatos wants to know if he's making food for you, or if you're planning on leaving at the time you planned to leave.

Annelie and Lucifer look at each other.

Lucifer: You can tell Barbatos that we're leaving later than planned, and that yes, I will have breakfast. Please bring it here, because my wife will be handicapped by the time I'm done.

Simeon coughs as Annelie blushes.

Simeon: ...got it. I'll make sure whomever brings it knocks and leaves it outside.

Lucifer: Thank you. Now, as for you...

Annelie: ...do your worst.

Lucifer: Oh, I will.

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Annelie: So... are you going to tell me where we're going yet?

Lucifer: My, my, can't you be patient?

Annelie: You owe me after putting me in a car.

Lucifer: ...what?

Annelie: I get carsick.

Lucifer pauses for a long moment.

Lucifer: And here I thought I knew everything about you. Why didn't you tell me?

Annelie: ...because my dumbass thought that just because I was a succubus, I wouldn't get nauseous anymore.

Lucifer: I'll pull over at the next drugstore.

Annelie: No, you don't have to do that; I'm fine...

Lucifer: No, I'm pulling over.

The couple sit in silence as Lucifer slows his turns, trying to make sure not to jerk the car.

Is he mad at me again?

Lucifer: I thought I already told you to speak up more when you're uncomfortable. You're supposed to talk to me.

Yeah, he's mad at me again.

Annelie: ...I just didn't think it was a big deal... I've been dealing with motion sickness since primary school. After I stopped throwing up, it's just been an inconvenience that I take meds for on longer trips.

Lucifer sighs, even as he pulls into a car park. As he does so, Annelie is able to squint at the sign. Barbatos unquestioningly also parks while Simeon looks around, confused and looking somewhat ill himself.

Katakana? Ma... shi... mo... to? Or, no, I think that's "tsu."... Wait, this little shit brought me to fucking Japan for our honeymoon?!

Lucifer: I'll be right back. Behave yourself.

Lucifer points at Annelie, and she swats at his finger, making him laugh softly.

Annelie: I'm not a child.

Lucifer: Learn to talk to me then.

Lucifer sticks his tongue out cutely before turning and heading into the drugstore. Annelie smiles to herself, shaking her head.

Dorky idiot.

[a-aexotic]

half & half. part 002. previous

warnings ; mentions of being hurt, abuse, and taking of pain meds.

main masterlist. obx masterlist.

You sat on the beach, letting the sun kiss your body. Sunglasses on your face, you were trying to get the best tan possible this summer before you leave, making sure to remember the OBX sun. You were sure that the sun didn't hit the mainland as well as it did here.

After last night, you tried your best to forget everything you heard. You'd never seen them fight like that with people around before. They always fought when guests weren't around. You wondered what couldn't pissed off Ward that much for him to lose his shit like that.

You kept reminding yourself that it wasn't your business and that you didn't know the whole story. Part of you wanted to defend Rafe. He was still very smart and charming (at times) like Sarah. Sure, he was an asshole but no one deserves to hear that from their father.

Hearing that fight opened up some memories you were trying to suppress and it was really hard pushing them away right now. You didn't want this whole thing to consume you but it was getting really hard not to.

You heard some footsteps behind you and then you heard Kie's voice echo, "Y/N, do you want some ice cream?"

"Yeah, sure. Can you get me-"

"Chocolate with sprinkles, I know your order, Y/N. Don't worry."

You smiled to yourself at her words. Kie was nothing if not observant, she knew you the best out of the Pogues, probably even more than JJ at times.

You heard some shouting behind you and you immediately recognized it as the Pogues. They always made a ruckus, everywhere they went. If the pogues were around, you definitely could hear them.

You felt Kie sit down in the towel next to you, handing you the ice cream. You sat up and took it from her, taking a quick taste before humming in approval.

"Best ice cream ever." You mumbled as you ate the ice cream.

Kie nodded with your words, "Yeah, it's my favorite."

You both sat in comfortable silence as you watched JJ tackle down Pope as John B recorded as if it was the most normal thing to ever happen. You felt the sun hit your face in the best way possible and tried to bask in it.

You looked down in your lap before at Kie, "Hey, um... How do you feel about Rafe?"

"Like, Rafe Cameron?" She looked over at you, interested in your words.

You nodded.

"Well, he's an asshole and I'm like 99% sure he's a sociopath. Why? Did he do something to you?"

"No, no." You said quickly, making Kie furrow her brows. "It's just... Um... I was at the Cameron's last night." You felt Kiara's mood shift and you tried your best to ignore it. "And I heard his dad say some pretty harsh things and he saw me and now I feel bad, I feel like I should've said something."

Kiara exhaled and laid back down. "No. Don't feel bad, it's none of your business and you couldn't have done anything to stop it. Rafe is a tough guy, he can handle himself."

You nodded at Kie's unhelpful advice. You sighed inwardly before sitting back down, trying to focus back up on tanning.

You drove all the Pogues back home and you were just left with your thoughts. The memories of when you were back with JJ's dad had come back to haunt you once again, no matter how hard you tried to drown them out. Even after all these years they still have the same effect they on you.

"You stupid boy!" Luke grabbed 6 year old JJ by the collar and threw him on the ground. He had sent JJ to go get some cigarettes from the store and they said they couldn't sell to him anymore because he hadn't paid his tab in two months. "Useless boy, all you ever do is make trouble, huh?"

He landed a punch in JJ's stomach and Y/N had finally had enough, running from the porch to grab JJ. "Stop! Stop it, you're hurting him!"

JJ was crying at that point and you were trying your best to hold in your tears. Luke had turned to you and grabbed your arm tightly.

"You think you're all tough now, huh, little bitch? Just like your mother?" Luke spat as you looked straight in his eyes, trying not to break your faux confidence. He landed a loud slap to your face. He pushed you away and you landed on the floor, hitting your back really hard.

You saw that Luke had went to JJ again and you couldn't help but let out a loud scream, grabbing the nearest stick and started charging towards him.

You jolted back into reality once you heard a car beep and you looked at the stop light turning green. You stepped on the gas and drove away. You needed some time to think and decided going back to the beach was the best idea.

You sat at the beach for what seems like hours before you felt like you were tired enough to go back home. Plus, you had work early tomorrow morning and staying up late wasn't the best idea.

You start walking to your car and you see something moving in your prereferral vision, causing you to whip your head around. You see what seems like a person, lying on the ground.

Your heart dropped and you started weighing down your options: leave them or go and see if they need help. If you left, you could leave a hurt person all alone or maybe it's a scheme so that someone could hurt you.

You heard a loud groan and then you realized you couldn't live with yourself if you just left them. You walked towards the person and your eyes widened in surprise once you realized who it was.

"Rafe?"

He was on his side, holding onto his stomach in pain. You surveyed his face and he had a very prominent black eye. He smelled like liquor so you knew he'd been drinking, which was nothing new.

You immediately bent down to hold his face to see if he was concious and he looked like he was on the verge of passing out. "Rafe, hey, look. I'm here, just keep listening to my voice, okay? I'm gonna get you out of here." You assured.

You slowly turned him around to his back, causing him to let out another loud groan. He was deadweight at this point so you needed to get him conscious if you were going to get him out of the beach and to safety.

"Rafe." You spoke again, leaning down to face to look at him. "Rafe, hey, come on, wake up. Please." You suddenly felt the urgency and started to lose your calm. What if he was in a coma? It looked like he hit his head pretty hard.

"Rafe! Hey, come on, man. Wake up, Rafe. You're okay, just come on, come back to me, come back." You were babbling at that point, trying to get him to respond to your voice in any way.

He suddenly grabbed your arm and you yelped in surprise. Relief spread through your body as he slowly started to come back. He fluttered his eyes open slowly.

"Y/N?"

"Rafe, listen, I don't know if you rememeber how you ended up here but uh, let's just focus on getting you back home."

He started to shake his head profusely, "No. Not home, anywhere but home, please Y/N."

Your heart started to ache at the sound of that. You don't know what exactly happened but if you had to guess, it had something to do with his dad.

"Okay, Rafe. Not home. Just help me get you up, alright?"

He nodded. You got up and gave him your hand and he gripped it before dragged him up. He could stand but his legs were still wobbly. You then put his arm over your shoulder and you both slowly started walking to your car.

You helped him get in the passenger seat and you put on his seatbelt for him. You got in the front seat and started driving home. You hoped that you parents weren't awake or you would have a lot to explain.

You looked over at Rafe every few to make sure he was alright. He fell asleep slowly and silently hoped he didn't have a concussion. You arrived home sooner than you expected and got out of the car, helping Rafe to get into your house.

Thankfully your parents were asleep, so you quietly helped Rafe up the stairs. He seemed to be getting better, more conscious. You then opened your bedroom door and helped him in your bed.

He immediately laid down and sighed in content. You started walking out of the room before he stopped you.

"Where are you going?" Rafe's voice echoed. You turned around and looked at the boy; he was sitting up and he looked like he was wincing. You walked over back to him and shook your head.

"I'm gonna get some pain meds. You just comfortable, okay?"

Before he could protest you quickly walked away, walking out into your big home to try and find some ibuprofen. You found it in the medicine cabinet, you also grabbed a bottle of water and a banana before returning to him. He hadn't known if he'd eaten that night and you wanted to make sure the medicine went down easy.

You went back to see that Rafe was fully in your bed now, laying down with an arm on his forehead. He turned his head to you once he heard the door open.

You moved to sit by him and handed him banana, putting the water and medicine on the nightstand. He looked confused and held back a chuckle.

"Eat the banana first then we'll take the medicine, alright?" You explained. As he ate the banana, you found yourself wanting to ask what happened. You knew it was too early though, and again, it wasn't your business. Your curiosity got the best of you though.

"How'd you end up at the beach so late at night?" You asked and Rafe got visibly more tense as he shifted. He shook his head and looked down.

"Doesn't matter." He replied shortly.

That wasn't the answer you were looking for but you weren't going to nag. Plus, you already had an idea of what happened and that made you sick enough. After he finished the banana you gave him the water and he gulped down half the bottle.

You handed him two ibuprofens and he took them as well. He sighed in relief once he downed them. You examined Rafe; he was sitting on top the comforter.

"Hey, can you get up for a sec?"

Rafe shifted before nodding, getting up and grabbing a pillow. You furrowed your eyebrows, "What's that for?"

"I'm gonna sleep on the floor."

You shook your head, "No. I'm not making you do that, we can sleep in the same bed. It's big enough."

Rafe opened his mouth to protest but you responded with a look of reassurance. "It's not we haven't before."

Rafe smiled at the memory as you lifted the comforter.

The Cameron's and your family went on a camping trip a few years back and you, Sarah and Rafe had to share a small tent for the trip. It was the only time all three of you went along and Rafe wouldn't admit this to anyone, but it was the most actual fun he'd have in years. He didn't even have to drink or to smoke anything for it to be enjoyable for him.

Rafe got into bed and you did soon after him, closing the lights. You tried to fall asleep but you just couldn't, the thought of Rafe being so close to you made your heat speed up. You had no idea why it did that, it wasn't like you liked Rafe. That would be a nightmare waiting to happen. 'It's just because it's been a while since we've had a boy (other than JJ) in this bed' You reassured yourself but it did little to nothing to.

Rafe shifted so that his face was facing you. He was just as awake as you were; even after the chaos that ensued tonight he still couldn't manage to sleep, but that wasn't anything new for him. You felt him staring at you and you turned your face to look at him. You could see him quite throughly because of the moonlight that was shining inside from your window.

"Thank you."

His voice was soft but it made your night to hear it. You smiled, "Of course."

He turned back around on his back and you both laid in silence. You tried to fall asleep with no avail. As Rafe began to drift to sleep, you felt something move from inside the sheets.

Rafe's hand moved on top of yours, lacing his fingers with yours. He gave your hand a heartening squeeze. You didn't try to stop it, just let it be. It was the comfort he needed after a long night.

You couldn't stop your heart from speeding up, though. His hands weren't as rough as JJ's, you note to yourself. They were soft but big and warm. The more you focused on his hand, the more tired you became. And before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep.

[chemdisaster]

short fic about last life scar and tcd scar meeting because i'm kind of insane about the idea

"So what's your deal?"

The grimy and unkempt young man in front of him straightens up from where he was going through his chests—which Scar is very cheesed off about, by the way—and stares at him, but gives no other indication that he heard the question. 

Scar shrugs and sits down on a barrel already previously subjected to the Great Rummage, slightly kicking his feet. 

"I mean. You show up here and immediately try to kill me, then you figure out that I'm not a zombie—duh—and now you're trying to steal my diamonds, which I've already told you you can't have. So yeah. Little confused over here."

Silence. 

"You know, I'm starting to think you might be a zombie, with how much you suck at making any sound other than grrr and uggg."

More silence. Then—

"I'm not looking for diamonds. I need a gun."

The word diamonds is spat with such derision that it makes Scar teeter between affront and awe—does he not know what diamonds are? That must be the only possible explanation, for Scar cannot imagine someone understanding the full power of the shiny rocks and choosing not to seek them out—especially in a place like this.  

"I don't—I don't have a gun," he stammers, wondering not for the first time what this strange man is on about. That he can understand at least—he maybe wouldn't mind a gun himself, if he's being honest—but everything else about the whole situation eludes him. 

"Well, what do you have then? Ammo, food, maybe a med pack?" 

"Uh, I have chicken," Scar says and flinches as the other crosses the room in three big steps to stand in front of him, holding an arm out expectantly. Sighing, he reluctantly forks over half his chicken—actually half, because this guy looks like he needs it and also he's not sure if he would get slaughtered for trying to swindle someone with this amount of obvious murderous urges—and watches as at least a quarter of what he gave away is immediately gulped down. 

"Wow."

Weird-and-apparently-starved guy wipes his mouth on his sleeve, "Fuck you."

Oh-kay. So he can swear. 

In the ensuing lull of silence, Scar takes a moment to discretely look the intruder over again, as well as make note of his voice. Somehow gritty, yet rather high, it sounds weirdly similar to his own—in fact, the owner of it looks weirdly similar to him—that is, if you ignore the short, tangled hair and general lack of personal hygiene.

What he mistook earlier for an inability to sit still turns out to be paranoia, as, the moment he's done eating his food, his beyond-bizarre doppelgänger proceeds to circle his hut at least three times, checking every entrance and exit and eventually blocking them all off with a single chest-level block. 

Apparently even that odd practice leaves him unsatisfied, however, as he then swivels around and demands, "Is this place safe?"

"Uh, depends. Mobs don't come here often and my friends aren't dangerous—most of the time," Scar amends. Then hastens to add, "Usually." Pause. "Sometimes. I'm really not sure. It—fluctuates."

He knows what he sounds like, but the man's seen worse—clearly—so he doesn't call his words into question.

Suddenly Scar is struck with a thought—does—does this guy have friends? 

He doesn't ask him this, however, and instead decides on a more neutral approach, "What's your name?"

The guy gives him a long suspicious look.

"Scar."

Scar blinks. 

"No, my name is Scar."

"Well, pick another one, then," this new—this Scar says, but it's the least threatening thing he's said so far, judging by the slightly lighter tone of his voice. Scar—the real Scar, and doesn't that sound crazy?—does wonder whether his doppelgänger-twin-alternate self?-whatever is coming to the same conclusions as him—but if he is, either he's not bothered, or he's very good at hiding it. 

His own lack of surprise surrounding the revelation that this is him from some kind of parallel universe makes him wonder less. Maybe because he's a wizard, and therefore supposed to be used to all kinds of strange phenomenons. 

Maybe he's just tired. 

Other him swings his arms around for a bit and then slides down to sit on the floor with his back rested against the wall, all his previous energy gone so fast that it would make one wonder whether it had ever been real in the first place. 

"It's cold up here," he says, with the air of someone long used to the chilly weather—or his own helplessness against it. 

After a moment's hesitation, Scar joins him on the floor, making sure that their arms are a sufficient distance apart. 

"You have an issue with the cold?"

"No. Just would've thought that maybe in another life I'd have settled somewhere else. Somewhere warmer."

A pang of pain shoots through Scar's chest. He looks away. He was about to ask this him where he was from, but now he's not so sure he wants to—he'd rather not have those same questions be directed back at him. 

He wonders what Grian would say. If he could see this other version of him that's clearly suffered more than the both of them combined. What kind of joke he would make. If he would have anything to say at all, or if he would go straight for his sword. 

If he would hesitate before deciding which one of them to use it on.

 

"Your friends try to kill you?"

Evidently, the other him has no compunction when it comes to bringing up things Scar would rather not think about—

"Yeah, well, they're not—they're not really my friends," he admits, suddenly feeling very small. "I just said that to look cool. And also because they were, or at least I think they were, but lately we haven't been talking and they only ever come 'round here for resources, so—"

He shuts up. 

Other him hums, but thankfully has no interest in digging further. The wind makes a searing noise as it rushes in and out of his hut, past the one-block barricades, and Scar wonders once again what the point of making such a stupid defence even was. He doesn't ask, however, even though he probably should, to get back at this prick for reminding him of things he spends the whole day thinking about, anyway—

A long while passes before he opens his mouth again. 

"I miss them." 

"At least you have someone to miss."

The muttered remark should sound accusatory, but it's not. It's bitter, the kind of bitter that comes with understanding exactly what kind of feeling you are talking about. The kind of bitter that says I've been where you are and I've been worse and I'm glad you don't know what that worse is like. It's one short sentence, and yet it speaks volumes as to what must have happened in that weird place that had zombies and guns but not diamonds and was as cold as a lonely hut atop an equally lonely mountain. 

Scar is well aware that this weird other version of him could kill him in the blink of an eye. But he sighs and leans into him, accepts the warmth of physical contact and the emotional warmth that neither of them will ever admit to needing. 

[schlattslonghairytoes]

chapter two

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iMessage!

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hey talia?

whom is this.

oh sorry its hansum

from last night

hope its alright I got your number from ted

oh hi hansum!

contact changed to "mr I shit my pants🪩"

sorry I left without saying goodbye, I was rly tired

oh don't worry abt it, it kinda fizzled out after you left

are you saying I carried the party?

read

wowwwww

hes ignoring me now.

yknow ive only been speechless a handful of times. 

this is one of them, I'm speechless.

so stunned I'm even using proper punctuation.

You forgot to capitalize! 😃

read  real life!

Talia 

hangover is one vicious bitch because it feels like my eyes are being ripped out of their sockets right now, and brittnay's door slamming habits don't fucking help.

"'ello me majesty, i have your water and your trusty advil, 'swell as an open ear for anything that might of occurred last fine evening". I swear britney would of flourished in the middle ages. I take my meds and sit up.

"I think I saw schlatt last night." I deadpan.

you would think I'm telling people someone died, two people in the span of ten minutes have been stunned to silence by me.

"wait a minute, schlatt schlatt? like obsessed with monkeys schlatt? fell off a city bike into a child schlatt? jonathan schlatt from high school?"

"girl you're smart, have you ever met anyone else with the last name schlatt." she shakes her head.

"how do you feel, oh my god did you talk to him?" silence fills the room "you didn't even say hi? oh wow you really are stupid, cmon, wait let me guess, you irish goodbyed too." the silence in the room continued.

"oh bitch you've got to be kidding, tal you cannot keep running away from shit, you are a strong independent woman who needs to stop leaving when things get difficult. do you hear me." brittnay has always been my biggest supporter, but even her words only go so far.

"brittnay its hard, I just feel like my only option is to run away as fast as possible, listen I know you have to go record with trixie, thank you, now go before your late and she kills you."

"you're so lucky i love you, stay strong, stop running and do the dishes, see you at 8." britney calls as she gets up and leaves the house. honestly I've always been a runner, i hate confrontation. i hate actually facing my problems, that's why i lost schlatt in the first place, we were to similar, both scared of outcomes.

"leave, get out of my house schlatt." Talia yelled in his face. "please lia you're leaving tomorrow. I know we don't want to talk about it, but we have too. please I can't lose you lia, c'mon for us we need to talk about it" he begged her in the pouring rain, as cliche as it sounds it was his last chance. he knew no matter how scared he was, he needed to try. "I can't jay, I cant I'm sorry" and she closed the door. closing the chapter on what they could of been

besides she was moving across the country to go to college, he was staying back to start his social media career and his business, it could of worked, maybe. just maybe if she didn't close the door.

iMessage!

theodore roosevelt 

lia

llai

lia

lai

what could you possibly need Theo

I have a huge question

like extremely large

like my johnson

ok wait I need to be serious 😔

gonna ignore the johnson comment

ok lets hear this ginormous ask

can you come to san fran to film some videos with us?

please you would make it so fun

pleaseeeeee

ted.

pleaseeeeee

when.

tomorrow?

😟 tomorrow?!?

and also

one more tiny detail

very tiny

oh goodness what.

schlatts gonna be there.

hmm??

[demonsslayersstuff]

Growing Pains

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2: Propositions and Meetings

"I'm sorry, you want me to what?", you say exasperated. Gojo always had crazy plans, but this was a bit extreme. "I want you to marry me", he simply replies. You stare at him for a moment, barely comprehending his words.

"Why the fuck would I do that", you nearly shout at him. Gojo looks at you carefully, "Listen I know with everything going on, this probably isn't the best timing, but it's a small part in a huge plan", he says calmly. "Satoru, absolutely not", you say furiously. Gojo holds up his hands, he knows when you say his first name he's pissed you off. "Hear me out please", he begs. You sigh before pinching  the bridge of your nose with your hand, feeling a bad headache coming on. All of this happening in the span of a few weeks was too much for your brain to handle. "It's too early in the damn morning for this shit, my head hurts and I'm...I'm not ready for something like this Satoru, not now", you say with a frustrated tone.

Gojo approaches you slowly, before gently placing his hands on your temple, using his fingers to softly massage the sides of your head. This was something you'd do for him when his six eyes became too much for him, but you were too surprised by his actions to stop him, it wasn't normal for him to touch you after you had started dating Suguru. After a few moments of silence, he spoke. "I know this is a big ask of you, but it's for an important reason, a reason that only you would really understand, so please let me explain my reasons before you make your decision", he says quietly, removing his hands.

You peer up at him, taking in his serious expression, an expression that he now wore too frequently. You didn't have the energy to argue with him anymore so, "Fine, but you're buying me a coffee and meds", you say. "Deal, now grab your coat, we'll pick them up on the way", he responds cheerfully. "On our way to where?", you ask eyes narrowing towards him. "Well it's better to show you before I explain why we need to get married", he says while handing you your coat. You don't respond, simply zipping the coat up before heading out the door.

Two hours later you're staring at a six year old boy with spiked black hair and an unamused expression on his face as he looks between you and Gojo. His sister sits next to him with a more pleasant expression on her face, though you can tell her guard is up. The four of you sit in awkward silence at a picnic table in a park. On the table is a pile of baked goods that Gojo picked up. You didn't question it because of his sweet tooth, but now you were starting to understand his little proposition he had in store for you as you looked between the two siblings.

Tsumiki breaks the silence, "So L/N-san are you Gojo-san's fiancee? He mentioned you the last time we saw him", she asks quietly. Your stomach drops at her words and the croissant you ate for breakfast is threatening to make appearance. You briefly give Gojo dagger eyes, but you're quick to keep your face guarded as the little boy, Megumi seems to read things between the two of you very well. "Yes, this is my fiancee, the one I told you about, if you agree to what we discussed earlier then she'll be living with us", Gojo responds for you. Living with us replays through your mind and you're on the verge of a panic attack. "Listen kiddos can you give us adults some privacy so we can talk?", Gojo asks sensing your emotions. Tsumiki looks between the two of you before standing up. "Come on Megumi, let's go play on the swings", she says pulling her brother. With a huff he follows her to the playground that's near the table.

"So-", Gojo starts but you cut him off. "What the hell Gojo! When were you gonna tell me you wanted to adopt kids?", you whisper shout at him. "Ok, well remember that mission a few months ago, the one where I almost died?", he asks you. You nod your head in response, remembering back, that was the last mission before both your worlds went to complete shit. "Well, the guy I killed was kinda their Dad", he continues. You open your eyes in shock, apparently you'd missed out on a lot. "Listen Y/N, he told me before he died that they were to be sold off to the Zenin Clan, and he didn't want that", he finishes. "And?", you ask. "And what? Seriously Y/N, a six year old boy and an eight year old girl being sold to the Zenin Clan, really?", Gojo snaps at you. "What about their Mother?", you snap right back. "Dead", was all Gojo says.

It was all adding up, two kids with a bounty on their head by one the strongest clans in the Jujitsu world; Gojo wanted the two of you to adopt them. "This is a lot to process, firstly. Secondly marriage and becoming a guardian at eighteen, Satoru this is crazy", you finally tell him after a few moments of silence. "They are kids with no one, no one. This world will tear them apart", he responds. You look at the kids, noting the innocent looks on their face, that's when you realize they have no idea the type of precarious position they are in. "I just, I don't know, this is a lot to ask", you tell him, look up at him. "I know it is, I understand that what I'm asking you to do is huge, but these kids deserve a protection you and I didn't get", Gojo says, his tone sad. You sigh, hating that he was right, but it was still a big ask.

"So what's your actual plan, aside from a sham marriage to me?", you ask him. Gojo furrows his eyes brows for second, almost confused at your words before, "Well after we get married, we get an apartment and adopt them", he says. "So basically being their new parents", you say rolling your eyes. "They're six and eight, we missed the hard part, all we really have to do is make sure they are fed, go to school, and don't die", Gojo says. You turn and look at him, "Dude it's not gonna be that simple, if we do this, they are our responsibility, raising one kid is not easy, but two? Seriously?", you respond.

"Have some faith in my abilities. I'm not that dumb", Gojo says, his expression hurt. "Last I checked I don't have the income to afford a place or raise to kids, being a Jujitsu sorcerer isn't the highest paid job out there", you tell him. "Well last I checked I am a Gojo, my clan has wealth, so we are covered financially", he reminds you. The two of you sit, letting silence envelope you for a time, simply watching the two kids now play a few rounds of tag. You sigh, knowing that you couldn't walk away, you weren't about to let these kids have their childhood stolen from them, or what was left of their childhood.

You look at Gojo, "We need ground rules, not only for the four of us, but between you and me", you tell him. "So you'll do it?", he asks excitedly. "Ground rules first Satoru", you say monotoned. "Right, Right, let's hash that out later yeah? I'm going to go tell the kids!", he says standing. You watch him walk over and talk to the boy and girl and you witness hope in Tsumiki's eyes, but Megumi's face reveals nothing of his true emotions. "What did I just agree to do", you mumble before forcing yourself to go share the supposed good news with the kids.

[hellhound5925]

Cyare Verd

*OC Raven X Hunter

Previous Chapter - Chapter Three: Ruins of War

Chapter Four: Nerf Nuggets

Finally, back on the ship we are all able to take a deep breath. I slide my helmet off with a sigh of relief. Hunter looks back from the pilot seat, the two of us lock eyes. Concern etched into his features, eyes pleading with a question ‘is everyone alright?’ A tight smile and nod seems to set him at ease.

I turn to Tech and gesture to his leg. "Did you want help properly setting that?"

Wrecker strolls past us for the bunks. "What happened?"

"150 kilograms. And yes. I will." Tech’s reply.

He throws an arm over my shoulder and I help him to a seat in front of the navi. computers, setting my helmet into the seat next to him. Once he is settled, I head towards the back in search of med supplies and find a kit.

Tech removes his armor, while I dig through the kit. I pull out a bacta patch – which will do nothing – to find a more suitable bandage and splints to support his leg. Quietly, I get to work wrapping while he holds the splints in place.

“You were a great help to us today.”

"I'm sure you guys would have been fine without me. You seem quite capable" I quirk a brow, quoting him from earlier. He chuckles followed by a grunt.

"Ni ceta (sorry)" I’m suddenly conscious about how rough I might be.

"It's quite alright" he assured, pushing his goggles up on his face.

I nod at my work. “You should be all good now.”

"Thank you again" he says looking up at me from his seat.

"Ba'gedet'ye (You're welcome).”

Grabbing my helmet off the seat next from him, loud snores fill the space. Through the doorway, Wrecker has one leg off the bed sound asleep. I shake my head and continue towards the cockpit. Echo and Hunter quiet when I approach.

"Don't stop just because I'm here" I jest.

Echo offers me a smile before getting up, "You can sit here, I'm going to try and get some rest. Good job today." I nod at him as he goes.

Making myself comfortable, I place my helmet on the console in front of me and let my hair down. Hunter gives me a look out of the corner of his eye, but I notice he doesn't look away.

"Something I can do for you Sarge?" I run my fingers through the ends of my hair to get the knots out. A playful smile dancing across my face. He shifts before speaking.

“Echo told me. What you did for them.”

“Just got us out of a bind is all.” I can’t help but wonder what else he told him.

Silence overcomes the two of us. For a moment he studies my face like he’s seeing right through me. Those warm amber eyes could melt your soul. That thought does some funny things to my stomach and I find myself studying his face. For the first time I think I’m really seeing him. And he's not bad looking.

Wavy brown hair that’s kept at bay with a red bandana. A few rogue strands brush his forehead. From there begins the skull tattoo that covers half his face trailing down to his chin. Followed by a strong jawline that’s currently sporting a 5 o'clock shadow. Why have I never noticed?

He shifts - probably feeling uncomfortable under my heavy gaze. Now who's staring.

Clearing my throat, I turn back forward and watch as space flies by at hyper speed. My curiosity gets the best of me again and I peak one eye open, Hunter is focused on the console in front of him. Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms over my chest and get comfortable. Space is so mesmerizing I end up falling asleep.

Hunter

I wait until breathing evens out before stealing another look at her. Her features are soft and peaceful compared to the conflict that's been written all over her face. Though even with the weariness painted across her features, she's still the most alluring woman I’ve ever seen.

Something deep inside of me craves to have those hazel eyes on me. The thought sends goosebumps erupting all over my arms. She shifts slightly, causing a few pieces of her golden hair to fall in her face. Unable to stop myself, I reach over and brush them behind her ear, gently dragging my knuckles over her cheek bone. Her soft supple skin is a feeling I savor. It’s only then that I notice the jewelry in her ear. A few small silvery studs sparkle. A constellation between her lobe and cartilage.

I wouldn’t have considered her complexion to be pale but compared to my tan calloused hands. For a while I watch as she sleeps far more peacefully than she did the previous time. Mentally I pray to whatever powers that be it stays that way for her sake. Though, even with the weariness on her features, she still is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.

For a time, I let her sleep there before moving her to a bunk. She doesn’t so much as stir as I slide one arm behind her knees and the other behind her back. Her head lulls against my chest and her scent drifts to my nose. It's so delicate yet so intoxicating. Forever altering the chemistry of my brain. I can’t help but take it like a man deprived of water.

Her heart beats at a slower cadence. The sound floods my ears and I swear my heart syncs with hers. She buries her head further into my shoulder and breathes in deep. “You smell nice.” My chest vibrates with a quiet chuckle.

My senses start working overtime trying to focus on one thing but there's too much of her too close. For all that time, I cursed the Kaminoans for making me this way. Overwhelmed by everything and anything until I learned to tune it out. Now, there's nothing I wouldn’t do to let them get lost in everything she is.

It’s then that the entire galaxy comes to a halt- a screeching standstill. Echo was right. I’ve got it bad for her.

Raven

I feel myself slipping slowly back into consciousness but don’t bother to move or open my eyes. The dead silence is quite peaceful until it registers there's no hum from the Marauder’s engines.

Blinking open my eyes, it takes a moment for them to adjust. The sight before me is none other than the frame of the bunk above. Alright. This is definitely not where I remember being before I fell asleep.

It takes me a few more minutes to wake up enough to roll over. Inhaling, a musky male scent fills my nostrils. There’s something warm and inviting in it. I savor it, not wanting to get up. How in haran (hell) did I get here though? I wrack my brain but don't remember getting up or laying down. For that matter, I don’t remember having nightmares either.

Shuffling under the blanket, my foot hits something hard before it clatters to the floor with a loud ringing. “Osik (shit)” I cringe at the sound of beskar.

Slowly I raise myself onto my elbows and lean out into the walkway. As far as I can tell I’m alone. My elbow slips and I catch myself just before my face meets the floor. I can’t even remember the last time I slept that good.

With a second to collect myself, I stand and scoop my helmet up. A quick inspection proves there’s no new marks in the paint from where it hit the floor. I place it over my head and grab my things before making my way down the Marauder’s ramp. My stomach clenches because Cid is not going to be happy. I'm also not going to get paid now.

----

The Parlor for once is quiet which is a nice relief. Wrecker is playing Dejarik with one of the frequent flyers, Echo and Tech are talking to Hunter.

Thankfully I have my helmet on otherwise I probably would look like an animal in speeder headlights. Let’s face it. I’m still waking up. A shower would be helpful.

Heading over to Hunter I toss my bag on the bar top. "Where's Cid?"

As if on cue she comes bursting from her office, "Alright let's get to work shall we. Oh. Well look who finally decided to join us" She says putting her hands on her hips.

"That last job wasn't on us-" I get defensive before she cuts me off.

"I know, I know. But I've got something else." For once she seems to be expressing understanding. Imagine that.

"Who says I want another job?" I sass crossing my arms. I’m definitely awake now.

"You technically still owe me" Cid gives me a nasty look.

"Fine."

"You too, Bandana. Just the two of you. Should be easy enough" Cid gestures at Hunter. He and I exchange a look - sending heat spread throughout my core - before we follow her to her office.

"This one is easy, I promise. All I need you two to do is pick up 50 cases of Nerf nuggets and get them to their destination." Cid explains.

Disbelief replaces the anxiety of being alone with Hunter. "You're joking right? You want him - a highly trained clone with enhance senses - and me - a skilled Mandalorian warrior - to make a milk run?" I sass gesturing between Hunter and myself. He huffs out a small laugh I almost missed before rambling. "Don't you think that's over kill?"

I think about it for a second, taking my helmet off putting it under one arm "You know what? Never mind, I'm sure it's as bad as it sounds. But please continue." Out of the corner of my eye I catch Hunter watching me with an amused expression.

Cid gives me a look, "You'll need to leave soon to pick them up. Here are the details." She hands Hunter a datapad.

"To think I could just relax." I shake my head and run a hand down my face.

"Oh and you’ll need plain clothes . Alright now get out" Cid gestures to my armor. Rolling my eyes, I head for the door.

As Hunter and I leave her office, I mumble a string of curses in mando’a. He looks over his shoulder at me with a raised brow. My annoyance gets the best of me.

“Don’t enjoy it too much.”

Before he can respond I make my way to the bar and grab my bag. As much as I understand why she probably asked me to, I don't have to like it.

"Where are you guys going? Can we come with you?" Wrecker asks, trying to see what's on the datapad.

"No, Raven and I are leaving tonight. We should be back in 2 rotations. Stay here and stay out of trouble" Hunter commands the group.

It’s the first time my name has left his lips and the way he says it? A shiver threatens to run down my spine.

"Roger.”

Echo offers Hunter a nod. "Stay safe out there."

"We'll be fine. Besides, ‘Bandana’ has me as a copilot." Hunter scoffs at the nickname but all I can do is smirk.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I make my way towards the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Hunter sounds as if he was planning to leave now.

I scoff. “We can leave as soon as I’ve had a chance to shower.”

”The Marauder has a shower.”

Spinning around, I cross my arms over my chest. ”I’m not showering on the ship.”

My unyielding eyes meet his. He doesn’t seem to appreciate the challenge but something sparks behind his eyes. “One hour” he barks.

Turning on my heel I slowly saunter up the stairs. If he thinks he can order me around like one of his men, he’s got another thing coming.

It takes me an hour and fifteen minutes to get myself cleaned up in one of the spare rooms. What can I say? Hot running water was just too good to be true. I also took the opportunity to clean my flight suit.

With one last look in the mirror, I’m not disappointed by what looks back at me. For once the bags under my eyes weren’t that noticeable. I also find I’m not mad about not wearing my beskar.

Clad in dark gray skinny jeans, my tipical boots, and a fitted blue tank top that allows my tattoo to be seen. One of a raven - naturally - in flight. With one wing out stretched across my back and the other peaks over my left shoulder just touching my collar bone. The way the feathers curl, from the front they’re all that's visible.

The day I got this and showed Kal’Buir he admired it expressionless. At first I thought he was going to scold me, but when his smile spread of ear to ear. He told me that a wolf and a raven was a good omen in an upcoming battle. I never thought about why he gave me that name until day. He always just said I was good luck.

A bittersweet smile forms at the memory.

Grabbing my bag and black leather jacket, I collect myself before facing the others.

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My boots click on each step as I make my way back to the main floor.

“I said an hour. It’s been well over that.” Hunter snaps. He doesn’t bother looking up from his spot at the bar.

A devilish smile spreads across my face. Testing his patience is way more fun than it should be. The others are doing whatever it is they do when they’re here but by the tension in the room, they’re listening.

“An hour and 15” I sass tossing my jacket over my shoulder for added effect. It’s only when I make my way over to the bar and sling my pack on it does he look up. I watch as his eyes roam over my exposed shoulder and the tattoo. Those honey brown eyes finally make their way to my face.

I quirk a brow. "This gonna work for you Sarge?" Might as well call him out for staring.

"Yeah. That's fine." he says, trying to act relaxed. A smile pulls at the corner of my lips, "We should probably get going."

————

Hunter wanted to check a few things on the Marauder while I head inside. Settling in I tuck my bag away before taking the co-pilot seat. It takes him about 10 minutes before I hear boots on the durasteel floor.

“Get lost back there?” I jest. He just throws me a look before taking a seat next to me.

Quietly I watch as he programs the hyperdrive and preps the ship to take off. His jaw muscle flexes periodically like he’s deep in through. With a glance from him, I look out the window and watch as Ord Mantell becomes smaller and smaller until we’re out of the atmosphere.

I break the silence. "We should eat." He hums in response like his mind is somewhere else. Alrighty then.

I make my way to the kitchenette at the back of the Marauder. Truthfully it isn’t much but I guess when you have 4 adult men on board they really don’t need much. Just simple meals to keep them going. But I swear if I have to eat another ration bar I might lose the little sanity I have left.

After spending a decent amount of time scouring the place, I find odds and ends of things to make us some version of pog soup. Typically there are far more spices in it - not to mention some kind of protein - but they seem to be running low on supplies. With two steaming bowls I head back to the cockpit.

“Here” I shove one practically in his face.

He takes the bowl with a cautious look. I move to the seat next to him and fold my legs underneath me.

“Pog soup. Or what I could make of it.” Swirling my spoon in my bowl I realize now how sad of an excuse for a cook I am. Most Mandalorian women were raised to fight and cook. Being that it was only me and Kal’Buir for the longest time, I only learned how to make what he knew. What all Mandalorian hunting parties ate- Pog soup.

The two of us quietly lift a spoon to our mouths. The warm soup hits my taste buds and I realize now why there were so many spices in it. This is awful. One glance at Hunter and I can tell he’s trying not to cringe.

“Alright so I’m no cook. It's better with all the spices in it I swear.”

He goes back for another spoonful. I’m stunned to silence, unsure of how to take that.

“It beats the ration bars.” A small smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. My eyes are immediately drawn to it.

“I’ve eaten far too many of those lately myself.”

He huffs a laugh and the two of us go back to eating. It doesn’t las long, my mouth gets the best of me.

"I still don't get why you don't just disappear. Head to some back word and lay low."

He sighs. "None of us know life outside of war."

I choose to say nothing, more knowing I'm really in no place to judge. Hunter hesitates to say more. The silence is deafening to the point where my thoughts wander back to my time on Kamino.

Conversations that seem like so long ago with the Sargent before me. They flowed with such ease. Discussing missions and what they could have done better.

That last part always threw me for a loop. ‘What they could have done better’ they did their job exceedingly well during the war. I don't think anyone even dared to question their tactics - even as unoradox as they were. I admired them for it.

“The other day, Tech asked how I knew Cid.” I start deciding to come clean about that at least. “Let’s just say a friend of mine and I got into some trouble and she bailed us out. Now I owe her when she sees fit. But I’m sure by now you know how she can be.”

He huffs his agreement but says nothing more.

The Marauder makes a noise like it's preparing to come out of hyperspace. I reach out a hand to take his bowl. He hands it to me and offers a nod.

“Vor entye (Thank you).”

His use of mando’a throws me. This whole time he’s never indicated he knew any. A small smile. The first one I can remember in a long time, finds its way to the surface. The way he looks at me kicks up butterflies in my stomach.

“Ba’gedet’ye (You’re welcome).”

After cleaning up our bowls and spoons, I grab my pack to find my vambraces. Once they are secured to my forearms, I shrug my jacket on. Hunter meets me at the ramp.

"Ready?" He asks.

“Let's get this over with" my usual sass making it’s grand entrance.

Hunter nods at me and presses a button. The ramp groans as it unfolds for me.

The brightness of the sun takes my eyes a second to adjust to as I stand in the doorway. Once they finally do, I spot a short man with a data pad. He pays me no mind as I approach, more focused on what he’s doing - this feels familiar.

"You must be Cid's pick up person" he says craning his neck to finally look up at me.

With a quick survey of the area it’s clear our cargo isn’t here. "Where are the cases?"

Nervousness visibly sets in the man's features, "Getting ready to be loaded, they'll be here any second.”

We both stand there in silence for a while and I contemplate my interactions with Hunter. It’s admirable what he’s clearly doing for his men. The man I met on Kamino would have done anything for them then too. I might even mind myself caring a little more than I should about him. Everyone I care about ends up getting taken from me. The final thought agitates because with that logic I’ll be alone forever.

I place my hand over one of my blasters. "I'm getting impatient, Where are the cases?"

The man fumbles with the datapad and seems to be trying to make a call.

"Everything alright?" Hunter’s impatient.

I raise my vambrace - consealed under my coat sleeve - to my mouth, "Not sure, checking on it now. I'll keep you updated." So much for a milk run.

"Something is wrong. I can't get a hold of my men. There are bandits you know, they steal stuff. Anything!" The man says frantically.

"Hunter, we've got a problem. you're gonna wanna come out here."

"Roger." The fact that he answered me like his men answer him is funny.

Hunter comes down the ramp. "So much for a milk run." So he can make jokes can he? I roll my eyes. "What seems to be the problem?" He asks the man.

The man explains what he just did to me but this time he tells us where the cases are supposed to be coming from.

"Great. We can track it from there" I suggest.

Hunter doesn't say anything but I follow his gaze - to a speeder bike.

"Oh, No. I'm driving."

He looks at me "Nice try." I quirk a brow.

“I’m not one of your men you can order around.”

Hunter gives me a look with a hint of amusement. "You like arguing with me."

"Do not.”

"Do too.”

"I'm still driving and that's an order.”

"Orders only work on your men!" I’m practically yelling at this point. Thinking I've finished the argument I head for the speeder.

I get on so that Hunter is forced to get on behind me, or so I thought. Before I have time to process, he’s picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder. Too stunned to speak, I scoff. Heat floods my veins.

“Hunter. Put me down. Right. Now.” I swear I feel him shutter when I say his name.

Gently he places me back on the ground and climbs on the bike.

"You coming?" He asks, quaking a brow.

“Mir’sheb (smart ass)” I make a face - forgetting I’m not hidden within my helmet - and he smile. He actually kirffing smiled.

A string of curses in my native tongue later, I reluctantly climb on behind him snaking my arms around his waist. I try not to lean in too close - so it's not obvious - and breath in his musky scent. Strangely enough it's a comfort.

Hunter opens the throttle up wide and we’re off. He takes a turn a little too fast and I bear hug his core. Pressing my cheek into his back. His warmth radiating off him into my skin.

"Relax." He shouts so I can hear.

My blood boils. "Yeah, well typically I prefer to be the one driving!"

He pulls the bike to a screeching halt and I practically throw myself off. Hunter half smiles at me. A micheviousness even sparkles in his eyes.

"I don't wanna hear it" I wag a finger in his face.

We begin our search of the area. Sticking together in case these bandits are still around.

"Sure enough we were right, cases aren't here" I think out loud.

"They must have been intercepted, we'll follow their route to the Marauder and see what we find on the way.”

I give him a look.

"What?" He asks.

"Seriously. I'm driving this time." I rest my hands on my hips.

"Fine" is all he says, before heading back to the bike. That’s it? What’s his deal?

We speed down the roadways until suddenly Hunter reaches past me and grabs the handle bar, turning the bike and pulling the break. We both tumble off. I’m given no time to even stand up. Hunter is grabbing me by the arm and dragging me to cover. I give him a nasty look and am about to go off on him when he covers my mouth. He shifts his body infront of mine, pressing himself against me so we are hidden behind the alley wall.

My eyes widen with shock and I’m suddenly very self conscious of every part of my body that is touching his. His face is turned so that he’s looking out the end of the alley, tattooed cheek only mere centimeters away. A few stray pieces of his hair not confined by the bandana brush over my nose.

After a moment he lets go.

"You di'kut! (fool) You could have gotten us killed!" I whisper yell.

"There was someone watching. They were waiting for us." he says, breath fanning over my face.

At this moment, being that he is so close to me our noses brush. It’s only now I realize he's about 4 inches taller than me. I look back and forth from his eyes. There's a hint of gold swirled through them that at a distance you don’t see.

He steps back, realizing we’re still close. "Sorry" he says quickly.

I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. "We should probably tail them.”

"Yeah. Good idea.”

(Next Chapter- I’m not posting here any more but my fic can be found on Wattpad at this link.)

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