#and then kit wakes up and they just hug for what feels like hours

[wikitpowers]

um kit and ty in an infirmary at some point in twp????

anyone else certain we will get this scene? bc ik i am

[vervainandspritz]

UNTIL YOU COME BACK HOME

Jackson Rippner x Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warning: smut, angst, comfort

A/N: I'll get back to writing more chapters soon. For now, have this oneshot. Please Interact and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

“Oh god, Jackson!” Y/n gasped as soon as she saw him through the peephole in the door. Moving as quickly as possible, she swung the door open, pouncing forward to get a hold of him.

He stood there, his breathing shallow and rugged. White button up shirt ripped on his shoulder, revealing the bleeding wound. The material surrounding it was covered in crimson red. His hair sweaty, beads dripping down his face as he barely kept his blue, cloudy eyes open.

“Y/n” he mumbled, taking a heavy step forward as he grabbed onto her shoulders. She huffed as he put his weight on her, and with some struggle they managed to both get inside as she kicked the door shut.

Hundreds and thousands of thoughts ran through her head as she helped him to the living room where he mindlessly slumped on the couch.

“Wait here” she murmured, rushing to the bathroom for the first aid kit that was quite… advanced ever since she met him. Grabbing the necessities, Y/n quickly moved back to the living room, putting it all on the table with her shaky hands. He looked barely conscious and her heart was pounding like crazy as she took his shirt off to make sure that the visible injuries were the only ones on him.

He kept mumbling something every now and then but she didn't listen, instead she focused on stopping the bleeding from his shoulder and stitching him back up.

Breathing deeply, Y/n tried her best to get her hands more steady as she did her very best to ensure he'd be… better than whatever state she found him in.

Two hours and some tears later, Jackson was settled in her own bed, wearing only briefs and breathing heavily. She wiped her face while glancing at the clock only then realising how late it was. Jackson was completely out of it, and from the look of it, he would be for several more hours because of the medicine she gave him. The medicine he needed to ensure his wound wouldn't get infected.

Y/n was aware of his job, and it was one of the biggest factors of why she decided to never let their relationship move forward. Just sex, they said before. She couldn't afford getting her heart broken.

His lips said one thing, and his actions showed another, she thought. She wrapped her arms around his waist as she hugged his back lightly, her cheek pressing to his hot skin. Only for now, it was safe to do so. He was unconscious, so he wouldn't make a fuss about it. The closeness with lack of any sexual intentions. Intimacy. Comfort.

As expected, Jackson slept for a long time before eventually waking up, a little past 7 PM the next day.

She managed to clean up her bathroom and couch from his blood, getting her apartment to become squeaky clean because of the anxiety she was feeling. Y/n tried to be productive instead of impatiently waiting at him and biting her nails.

“Y/n” He said in a hoarse, husky voice before grimacing slightly because of the dryness and pain in his throat. Hearing him, she jumped a little, clearly startled as her book fell on the floor with a thud.

“Oh shit, you scared me.” Y/n said, with a hand on her chest as she eyed him quickly before getting up to get a glass of water for him, hearing the state of his throat. “How are you feeling?” She asked quietly after handing him the glass. Her brows slightly furrowed at his unusually pale skin.

“As wonderful as I look” He replied with a scoff after drinking the water and setting the glass aside with a groan.

“You were really hurt this time.” She started quietly, fidgeting with her fingers for a moment as she kept looking at him. “You’ve been asleep for over twenty four hours, Jackson. You—you need to tell me what happened.” She says eventually, crossing her arms over her chest as her frustration grew. She knew how unhappy he was whenever she'd ask questions, and Y/n liked his presence too much to risk losing him over that. So she wouldn't ask, not usually, but this time was different. It was too big to pretend like it didn't happen.

His pale, blue eyes avoided looking directly into hers as he let out a deep breath. His frame was tense.

“Don't act stupid, you know damn well what I do for a living, sweetheart.” He replied. “It's not always all rainbows and flowers.” The sarcasm smoothly made its way down his tongue, as always, seemed like. Y/n got used to the fact Jackson was fluent in this particular thing.

Hearing his tone her body tensed in a combative manner. Squeezing her first, she pointed at him with the other, shaking hand.

“Don't you fucking dare talk to me this way after I spent my whole night stitching you up, preventing you from bleeding out, and barely closing my eyes to make sure you were bloody alive!” Her voice shook slightly every now and then as she tried to stand her ground against him. “It's YOUR work to do… all that, but is it my work to always stitch you up afterwards? Why the hell do you come here since I don't deserve even a brief explanation?” She demanded to know, looking intently at him as she wrapped her arms around herself for some, much needed at the moment, comfort.

Jackson tilted his head slightly, raising his chin as he finally looked her in the eyes. His facial expression was impossible to read, as always.

But the one thing she was perfect at, was reading his eyes. Ever since day one, Jackson would always try to avoid eye contact in such situations. Even though his stare never failed before, and he was going through life thinking he mastered it.

Well, maybe he did. Y/n was the only one who saw more in his bright, storm and tempest filled eyes. So he'd purposely put a wall between the two of them. She knew him too well to believe in the theatrics he was so prone to use on people.

“Your apartment was the closest place I could think of at the moment. It's not that deep.” His voice was low and emotionless, husky from the lack of usage in the last twenty four hours but he managed to keep up the eye contact for just a few seconds before looking away.

Yet, it hurt her. Sighing deeply, she shook her head and made her way to the kitchen as Jackson slowly got up from her bed.

Looking around for his pants, he ran a hand through his hair with a groan. The one thing he could admit to himself was that seeing disappointment in her eyes wasn't… nice. It didn't feel good.

“So… when can I see you now?” He asked casually, trying to break the tension after a couple minutes, thinking that she just gave up asking him questions like always, after he'd shut her down.

The silence hung in the air for a longer moment, charged with unsaid words and buzzing emotions. Y/n was tired, visibly and mentally.

“Don't come here anymore, Jack. I can't do it.”

A quiet voice came from the kitchen, making his heart stop for a moment and his eyes to widen. Turning around he walked up to her, leaning on the counter.

“Come on, you're not mad at me, are you?” He asked, raising his eyebrows, not understanding the vulnerable expressions on her face, which she never hid. Y/n wasn't scared to be vulnerable with her feelings around him, which was always a source of conflicted emotions within himself.

With a resigned sigh, she put the knife and veggies down, looking up at him.

“No, it's… it's more than that. I just can't do what you're expecting of me.” She started, shaking her head a little. “Just—just fuck you, and then, then take care of you and never care enough to ask. I can't do that. It's—it's not me, I'm sorry.” The way her body language changed, the vulnerability and raw hurt in her voice made the annoyingly painful feeling gnaw at this one spot in his chest. He didn't know what to say for a moment before turning around and walking a couple steps through her living room. Anger and confusion grew in his head, as the only real emotions he knew so well. Hand tugging on his hair as he let out a humourless laugh.

“You don't mean it. We're just—just arguing again.” He said, trying to convince either her or himself, but the feeling of dread already settled between his ribs. His voice came out louder than intended, accusing even.

As the response didn't come, he turned around again facing her. Taking a couple fast steps he winced at the sharp pain in his shoulder.

“What do you want me to say, Y/n? We talked about it before, I— fucking can't tell you anything!” He said with sharp anger bubbling beneath the surface.

“Jackson, I said I get it! I just can't do what you want me to!” She exclaimed, her voice an octave higher than usually at his sudden outburst. She felt panicked with what was happening. With the idea of never seeing him again, and with what she was feeling at the moment. The feelings accompanying her were much more complex than she'd like them to be.

“Then why are you so fucking dramatic about it!” He continued pacing back and forth, not handling the situation very well, or picking up on the irony of his words.

Y/n raised her eyebrows with a scoff.

“Me? I'm just breaking it off, Jackson. You are the one yelling at me and running around my living room.” She pointed out, keeping the pain hidden away. For now.

He stopped in his tracks immediately as she called him out on the frantic behaviour.

“I wouldn't if you weren't like… this!” He spat out, his blue eyes filled with coldness and anger. The sudden motion as he swung his arm, caused the stitches to rip and blood started dripping down his arm. “Fuck!”

Y/n’s eyes widened immediately.

“Jack, calm down! Your arm!” She squealed, making him raise his eyebrows in surprise. Her hand grasped his bigger one as she pulled him to the bathroom, pushing him to sit on the edge of the bathtub. It was a fairly small room, with not much space after he'd fill it out with his wide frame, so without a second thought she slumped on his lap.

He sat here wordlessly, the combative facial expression still decorating his handsome face as she worked on the wound, cleansing it before getting to the stitching.

He didn't make a sound until the last stitch, when he suddenly let out a loud hiss at the particularly painful movement of the needle in his skin.

“Sorry” she said quietly out of habit. “You need to stop thrashing like a wild animal for the next few days.” Y/n added, concerned with his state.

Jackson scoffed, tensing as he looked in her eyes accusingly.

“Don't tell me what to do. You dumped me.” His voice was low and grumbly, still carrying some anger in it, but the way he put it made Y/n let out a giggle uncontrollably. His gaze softened slightly. He sounded like an offended child.

“As far as I know, we weren't together, Jackson.” Her voice was more playful than anything as she finished the stitching, putting the tools aside. Caressing the skin on his arm, Y/n sighed.

Jackson kept looking at her with a lump forming in his throat. After a minute he broke the silence.

“I don't know what you want me to say, but you won’t hear…” He started before clearing his throat, unsure of what words to use. Of how to explain.”—hear THAT from me, Y/n. I just can't.” He said quietly, his hands holding her hips, thumbs rubbing little circles on her soft skin. The silence settled in the air again, as she felt he wasn't finished just yet. Just needed some more time to recollect his words. “...but I don't want to not see you anymore.” He sounded weaker than ever, more… vulnerable. The trait she wanted to see in him so badly, making her heart soften in an instant.

Feeling the surge of hope rushing through her veins, she raised her hands to his face, tilting his head up so her eyes would meet his. Her eyes were– bright again, Jackson noticed subconsciously.

“You don't want to lose me.” She stated with confidence, knowing what he meant. Jackson neither denied nor confirmed, sighing deeply as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Say it.” She demanded, caressing his skin and as soon as he looked again, searching his blue eyes for anything that would show her she was wrong. She didn't find anything.

He took a deep breath, his fingers digging into her skin harder.

“I don't want to lose you.” He repeated, sounding like the words almost drowned him, but he knew it was a turning point. Jack knew she was – patient and understanding. It would be enough. They stared at each other for a longer moment before she touched his cheek with a little chuckle.

Seeing her eyes so shiny and cheeks blushed, Jackson regretted he didn't say it sooner. It took a lot, but it was worth it. Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead against hers.

“What's so funny?” He scoffed playfully, looking at her lips with a deep breath.

Y/n leaned in, kissing him in a way that took his breath away for a mere moment making him forget who they were. Who he was. A way that she wouldn't dare to kiss him before.

“Stubborn man” she let out with a sigh after pulling away.

Only then did she get up, pulling him back to the bedroom deciding that she'd force him to rest if he wouldn't agree right away.

***

Slowly opening her eyes, Y/n wiped her face with a yawn before she noticed he was awake. The admirably blue eyes looked at her halfway open with a smirk, and for a second she got mad at him for never staying the whole night before. The view was wonderful.

“Hi” She said with a chuckle, making him raise his eyebrow in amusement.

“Hi,” He replied, pulling her closer. Her dishevelled state made her even more attractive than usual, in a completely different way. It was a way that Jackson never looked at other women before which was a little scary, but well. He was way too sleepy to think about it now. With his own eyes barely open and vulnerable as never before, he let out a chuckle. It felt so easy at the moment, like he wasn't a killer without any actual identity. Like he had a chance for a life with the beautiful woman by his side.

Stretching with a groan he shifted to the side, being fairly careful with his injured shoulder. Jackson's hand landed on Y/n’s bare hip as her shirt shifted up, revealing her pale skin. She opened her eyes again, glancing at him as she heard the throaty purr coming from his mouth.

“Jackson” She warned with a giggle, knowing his intentions too well. “You're–” She started, but before she'd manage to finish, he flipped her on her back, hanging over her like a thundercloud. “–injured.” Her voice was defeated with an undertone of humour at his mischievous doings.

“Still healthy enough.” He replied, leaning down and grazing his nose over her neck. After two years of seeing only her, he wasn't able to prevent associating her scent with something– familiar.

Home

Pressed so tightly against her, Jackson felt the familiar stirring in his lower stomach, making him sigh deeply. His warm breath wrapped itself around her skin, making her shiver with delight. He leaned down, biting onto her neck lightly as his hands began stripping her of the pajama pants she was wearing.

She let it happen, until she didn't. Her smaller hand getting a hold of his wrist.

“In my way.” She said, turning her head to meet his eyes. “My way or not at all. Your stitches will probably burst again if I agree to do it the usual way.” She said with a voice that allowed no opposition. That was a voice he rarely heard, but the feisty look in her eyes was clear. She wouldn't bend under his will because she cared about his health.

With a loud, dramatic sigh he slumped on the bed, giving up. Seeing it, Y/n chuckled, raising her brows. Pointing at the tent in his underwear, she asked.

“So you need help with that or not?” Her voice was full of amusement and clear lighthearted mockery. Jackson's eyes immediately shifted to her face.

“Don't push it before I change my mind” he grumbled with a hidden smirk, making her laugh out louder as she got up, pulling her underwear down all the way before she straddled his hips.

Her soft hand began travelling down his chest, tracing every inch of his skin, appreciating the masculine firmness to him. The sensation of his muscles against her delicate fingers.

The air in the room immediately shifted, and Jackson's expression changed. His brows slightly furrowed, as he watched her actions. He was clearly confused, never touched with such intention before in his life. His muscles tensed beneath her fingers, almost expecting pain to come any second now.

Violence was all he knew. She understood it, but it nevertheless broke her heart a little bit.

Looking him in the eyes, she leaned forward, her lips following the path her fingers travelled. She left little kisses on each scar and imperfection she encountered.

Jackson wasn't sure what he felt. Whether he liked it or not, he was more confused than ever before. That's why when she reached the V on his lower stomach, still kissing, he rose up slightly.

“Don't” he said quietly. The atmosphere was so intimate and vulnerable, that for once in his life, he didn't feel up to being pleasured in such a way. He already let her do too much, Jackson thought.

Y/n looked up, meeting his bright eyes with her own. The tension and– fear on his face was visible for the first time since she ever met him.

Nodding lightly, she came back up, kissing him passionately as her hands worked on his underwear, pulling it down and stroking his hard length. Deep groans pushed past his lips with each move as his eyes fell shut. He looked more beautiful than ever, Y/n thought seeing him then.

Only the sensation of her warmth engulfing his manhood brought Jackson back, making him open his eyes and letting his jaw fall open.

“Fuck” he gasped, as she leaned back, supporting herself by holding onto his stomach, not forgetting about his injury.

His hands gripped onto her hips. Still sitting up, Jackson tried moving her on top of his hips to get her to move faster, but Y/n wasn't having any of it. Pushing him back, she leaned forward and captured his lips in a searing kiss while she sensually moved. She was in no rush. Y/n enjoyed every sensation the connection between them was giving her. The slow pace was making him more sensitive to their surroundings than the usual frantic rhythm. The sound of her quiet sighs and whimpers filled his ears like the most beautiful melody. The way her face gave away the all-consuming bliss she experienced from how he felt inside her, but also from how… close they were. Jackson felt like he was slipping. The situation was getting out of control as his mind started spiralling into the vulnerability, which he desperately didn't want to happen.

Looking up, he noticed Y/n watching his face intently, her mouth slightly open as she moved to her own rhythm. Her breasts swayed with each movement before she leaned down, kissing all over his neck while her hands travelled around his collarbones, caressing his skin.

Wordlessly Jackson's bigger hand slowly grabbed hers, moving it up towards his throat, wrapping it suggestively with a certain look in his eyes. Y/n knew.

Of course she did.

With a quiet sigh, she shook her head lightly, moving upwards to his cheek, the gentle touch sending shockwaves down his spine as she watched him with care and gentleness he never experienced.

Covering her hand with his own, Jackson sat up lightly, moving her closer. He didn't fight it anymore.

“You're so beautiful” He breathed out, wrapping his arm around her waist and capturing her lips in a deep, sensual dance as she caressed his hair. They both seemed to get lost in the sensations, drowning in each other's presence without any will or need to seek saving.

As Y/n squeezed her eyes, her body tensing on top of his, Jackson knew she was coming. Leaning his forehead on her collarbone, he followed right after. For the first time in his life, he realised that the way she held him felt even better than the most amazing orgasm he ever experienced.

…and just like that, Jackson knew he’d stay the night, and countless more.

Because even if he couldn't name or say it, he knew the reason why he would keep coming back.

***

Taglist: @lau219 @xsweetcatastrophe

[lvnleah]

I would love to know how Beth and viv deal with a sick Rory

— A SICK ROO.

loved this so had to turn it into a fic! also another little appearance from Monkey @scribblesofagoonerr 💗

The morning had been tough for Viv and Beth. Their usual routine was thrown off by a restless night, with Rory waking up several times before slipping into their bed.

By the time the sun peeked through the curtains, none of them had gotten much sleep. They tried to keep Rory entertained, but her mood was sour from the start. She was clingy, whiny, and refusing to eat her breakfast. Every attempt to cheer her up seemed to fail, leaving Viv and Beth feeling like they’d failed.

“Roo, you need to eat something, baby!” Beth cooed and Rory sat on her lap, snuggled into her chest.

She nuzzled her head closer to Beth, “Don't wanna, Mummy.” She mumbled.

"Maybe she’s getting sick," Viv suggested. “She might have picked something up at preschool

Beth sighed, rubbing Rory’s back in slow circles. "She doesn’t feel warm, though. It could just be a bad day."

Beth kissed the top of her daughter’s head, "How about we go outside, sweetie? Would you like that? We could play in the garden."

Rory shook her head without lifting it. “No garden. Wanna stay here.”

Viv walked over with a plate of pancakes, setting it down on the table. "Alright, Roo. We’ll stay inside if that’s what you want." She crouched down next to them. "Maybe we can watch some cartoons together?"

Rory hesitated, finally lifting her head to look at the pancakes. “Maybe... just a little bit of pancakes,” she said, her voice small and unsure.

“Good girl,” Viv said with a soft smile. “Let’s get you a fork.”

They both hoped that a little bit of food might help Rory feel better, or at least give her the energy she needed to shake off her bad mood. They settled down on the couch, with Rory perched between them. Luckily, neither of them had to be at training for another few hours.

As the morning wore on, they decided to let Rory watch her favourite show while they got ready for training. Normally, they would have taken her out to the park or for a walk, but today they were simply too exhausted. Rory dozed off on the couch, her little body finally letting the tiredness that had plagued her all morning take over. It was rare for her to nap this early, and when she woke up an hour later, she was even grumpier than before.

Viv and Beth exchanged a weary glance as Rory woke up from her nap in an even worse mood than before. The grumpiness had set in, and they both knew that getting her dressed and ready was going to be a challenge.

Beth knelt beside Rory, "How about we put on your favourite dress today? The one with the little stars on it?" she suggested, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible.

Rory shook her head stubbornly, burying her face into her blanket. "No dress," she mumbled.

Viv sighed softly, coming to sit beside them. "What if we let you choose what you want to wear, Roo? Anything you like, even your football kit?" Viv asked, hoping to spark some interest.

"Don’t wanna," she replied, her little arms crossing in front of her as if to reinforce her decision.

“Okay, why don’t you tell us what you want to wear? Viv suggested.

“Somethin’ comfy,” Rory mumbled, her voice still tinged with sleepiness.

"Comfy it is," Beth said with a nod. "How about your soft dinosaur pyjamas? You love those."

“Dinos.” she nodded

"Perfect," Viv said, getting up to grab the pyjamas from Rory's bedroom.

She handed them to Beth, who gently coaxed Rory out of her blanket and into the pyjamas. As soon as she was dressed, Rory seemed to relax slightly, her tiny body sinking into the familiar comfort of the soft fabric.

Beth pulled Rory into a hug, rocking her gently. "There we go, sweetie. All cosy now. We should probably get moving.”

Viv nodded, "I’ll get her shoes. Maybe we can grab a snack for the road? Something small."

"How about some apple slices, Roo? You can have them in the car on the way."

Rory nodded, still sleepy but no longer grumpy. They loaded Rory into the car, hoping the drive to the training ground might help improve her mood. By the time they arrived, Rory seemed slightly better, though still fussy.

She clung to Beth as they walked into the reception area where they found Steph lying on the floor with Win. Viv followed behind them, carrying all of their bags as well as Rory’s backpack.

“Hi, guys!” Steph smiled as she stood up, her smile immediately turning to a pout once she saw Rory, “Bad day?”

Beth sighed as she nodded, “Roo is a little grumpy today, aren’t you?” She said as Rory cuddled into her neck further, “I think she could be coming down with something.”

“Aww poor, Roo,” Steph said, “I love your PJs!”

Rory smiled a tiny bit but still had her head buried in the crook of Beth’s neck. The couple made their way into the changing rooms, setting Rory down on the bench so they could quickly get changed. They tried to coax her into staying with the staff like usual but she was clingy and just wanted to stay with her Mummies.

With both of them still in rehab, they headed into the gym. Laura and Leah were doing their own rehab when they walked in.

“Rough morning?” Leah asked from her spot on the floor.

Beth nodded, “She’s grumpy, I think she’s coming down with something.”

Leah frowned, “Poor Bubba! I hate it when Buddy’s sick, I feel useless.”

The sound of pounding footsteps echoed through the gym as Monkey burst in, her hair dripping wet and a wide-eyed, frantic expression on her face.

"She’s gonna get me!" she yelled, “Someone hide me!”

Monkey dashed behind Leah, using her as a shield. "Save me!" she pleaded, peeking out from behind them. "Kyra’s on a rampage with the water bottle!"

Rory, already grumpy and on the verge of tears from her rough morning, flinched at the noise and started crying, burying her face into Beth’s shoulder.

Leah gave Monkey a gentle but firm look. "Monkey. Keep it down, please. Rory’s not feeling well today."

Monkey’s face immediately fell, her expression turning to one of guilt and concern. "Oh no, I’m so sorry, Roo!" she said softly. "I didn’t mean to scare you. You feeling sicky? I hate being sick! So does Buddy, it’s the worst thing ever!”

Rory sniffled and looked up at Monkey, her eyes still watery. "Too loud," she mumbled.

Monkey nodded, her voice now soft and soothing. "I’ll be quieter, promise.”

Leah laughed, “Never seen you so calm around kids before,” she said, nodding towards the teenager.

They soon set Rory up in the corner, snuggled under a blanket with Twix and the iPad. She soon fell asleep and although Beth and Viv knew a late nap was dangerous, they didn’t care. It wasn't long before Rory started to fuss again. Beth, keeping a watchful eye on her, noticed that Rory had become unusually pale.

Rory began to stir. She woke up slowly, blinking her eyes open and looking around the gym. But instead of the grumpiness after a nap, Rory seemed off. Her face was flushed, and her forehead felt warm to touch.

"Viv, I think she’s got a fever," Beth said, concern evident in her voice as she checked Rory’s temperature with the back of her hand.

Viv quickly moved to her daughter’s side, feeling her forehead as well. "Yeah, she’s definitely warm. We should take her home and let her rest."

Rory, now awake and feeling unwell, whimpered softly. "Mummy, I don’t feel good," she mumbled, “My tummy hurts.”

"I know, sweetie," Beth said, picking her up and holding her close. "We’re going to take you home, and you can rest on the sofa. How does that sound?"

Rory nodded, her head resting on Beth’s shoulder. "Good," she whispered.

“If you need anything, don’t be afraid to call me,” Leah told them as they left the gym, knowing it was the first time they were dealing with a sick Rory.

The drive home was quiet, with Rory dozing off in her car seat, Twix clutched tightly to her. Once home, Viv and Beth settled Rory on the sofa, wrapping her in her favourite blanket and turning on her favourite show to keep her entertained.

“Can you take some medicine for me, Roo?” Viv asked, crouching down in front of her as she lay on the sofa with her head on Beth’s lap.

Rory shook her head and whimpered, "No medicine, Mamma. It tastes yucky," she said, curling into Beth and burying her face into her Mummy's lap.

Viv looked at Beth with concern. "Roo, it’ll help you feel better, I promise," she tried to reassure Rory, holding up the little cup with the pink liquid. "Just a little bit, and then we can have a treat after."

Rory shook her head once again, "No, no," she mumbled, "I don’t want it."

Beth stroked Rory’s hair gently, trying to comfort her. "I know it’s not fun but it’ll make you feel better!"

Rory shook her head again, tightening her grip on Beth. "No, Mummy. Don’t want it," she said stubbornly.

Viv exchanged a glance with Beth, understanding how hard it was for their little girl to take medicine, especially when she wasn’t feeling well. “If you take it, Mamma will go get you a special treat!”

Rory peeked her head out, considering the offer before nodding, “O..Okay I’ll take it.”

“Good girl!” Viv said as she handed the medicine to Beth, who carefully administered it to Rory.

Viv slipped out to the kitchen, grabbing some of Rory’s favourite cookies as her promised treat. She returned to the living room with a smile, setting the snack down on the coffee table.

“Here you go, Roo,” Viv said, holding out the cookies. “You did so well with the medicine, mijn meisje.”

Rory’s eyes lit up at the sight of the cookies. “Cookies!” she whispered, reaching for them.

Beth helped her sit up a bit and took a few bites of the cookies. Rory seemed to be a little more cheerful with the treat, though still tired and pale. Viv and Beth exchanged relieved smiles as Rory’s spirits seemed to lift slightly.

Beth gently combed her fingers through Rory’s hair. “Why don’t we just relax for a while and watch Rapunzel?”

Rory nodded, snuggling back into the blanket. Viv turned on the TV and put on Rapunzel, a movie they had lost count of how many times they had seen it.

As the movie played, Viv and Beth took turns offering Rory sips of water. She snuggled into Viv, Twix of course by her side. Now and again she’d become restless and end up swapping over to Beth, unable to get comfortable.

Halfway through the movie, Rory fell asleep, allowing them to slip away and cook a quick dinner together.

“She’s okay, you know?” Beth said as she moved around the kitchen.

Viv nodded, “I know, I just can’t help but worry about her. You know what I’m like with my anxiety, it’s ten times worse with Rory.”

Beth nodded, understanding exactly how Viv felt. "I know, love. I worry too, but we’re doing everything we can for her."

Viv leaned against the counter, watching Beth chop vegetables. "I just want to make sure she’s alright. It’s hard to see her so upset and unwell."

Beth turned to Viv with a reassuring smile. "We’re doing pretty good I think. She's got us to take care of her, and that’s what matters. We’ll keep an eye on her and make sure she gets the rest she needs."

As they prepared dinner, they talked quietly about their plans for the next few days, trying to shift their focus from worry. They discussed possible adjustments to their schedules and how best to support Rory.

Dinner was simple, once they finished tidying up they returned to the living room. Rory was still fast asleep.

Beth gently woke Rory. “Hey, sweetie, it’s time to go to bed. Let’s get you comfy, okay?”

Rory stirred, blinking sleepily as she looked up at Beth with a faint smile. “Mummy? Big bed?”

“That’s right, I’m here,” Beth said softly. “Let’s get you into the big bed with us tonight.”

They changed her into a fresh set of pyjamas and settled her into their bed, which was already prepared with extra pillows and blankets for comfort. Viv made her a few pieces of toast which she just nibbled at.

Rory seemed more at ease in the large bed, the soft sheets and familiar scent providing some relief. Viv and Beth lay down on either side, gently tucking her in.

Beth ran her fingers through Rory’s hair, whispering soothingly, “We’re right here with you, Roo. Just relax and try to get some sleep.”

Viv turned off the lights, leaving only a small night light on. She laid down on the other side of Rory, reading Rory's favourite short book to her as she drifted off to sleep.

Rory’s eyelids fluttered open and closed once again. “Love you, Mummy. Love you, Mamma.”

“Love you too, sweetheart,” Viv replied, leaning over to kiss Rory’s forehead. “Get some rest now.”

[charliemwrites]

Ok great cause I've been DIEING to do a ask about them but didn't want to if you weren't ok with it

(Don't do this if you don't wanna for any reason)

One morning johhny and reader are still chained to the wall and reader wakes up and hee leg and hip and really bothering her and Simon dosnt come down for another few hours but johhny sees, he knows her tells and trys to coax her to at least feel a bit better but inside he's getting more and more agitated cause he can't help he r like he wants. By the time simon does come down reader has tears running down he race and is trying to rub her thigh and hip to ease it, the second johhny notices him he's just cussing at him to let him go or to do something and johhnys just tugging at his restraints to get to her. What would simon do in the end?

-🐇

Hey! Ask away, this is a great question!!

First order of business would be taking care of Kit. They’re in obvious, intense pain and the pup can yap all he wants but ghost’s first priority is taking care of his kitten.

He would disappear into the basement and come back with some of the Good Drugs. Johnny would be sobbing to see the instant relief on their face when it takes effect. While Kit is all floaty and limp, Ghost would help them stretch out and flex, massaging at the nerve pathways.

Then he’d unhook their collar. Johnny would perk up, instantly alert and demanding to know where Ghost is taking them. Ghost doesn’t answer, more focused on Kit babbling at him as he carries them upstairs.

Kit is laid in his own bed upstairs, specially designed for the chronic pain he also deals with. Once they’re settled in and half-asleep, ghost goes back downstairs to Johnny.

He lets Johnny curse and shout and fuss, waits until he winds down. Then calmly wipes at Johnny’s teary face with a damp cloth. Ghost explains that he’ll be allowed to come upstairs too if he starts behaving. Kit needs to be in bed, but this is a courtesy to Johnny, and it can be taken away if Ghost decides he should lose the privilege. And Johnny, even though he’s still pissed, nods. His worry for kit outweighs his anger.

Ghost takes him upstairs as well, doesn’t even correct him when he darts off to the bedroom and instantly climbs in with Kit.

“Easy pup, don’t hug too tight,” ghost reminds. Johnny grumbles, but eases his hold a little. Kit just hums and pats clumsily at his face.

[tornado1992]

I know it’s wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday eve and I shouldn’t be posting anything angsty BUT

Now that we’re exploring the potential of Tails being directly linked to the Chaos Emeralds…

Team Sonic and the restoration are fighting Eggman’s forces, it’s rough, they’re outnumbered and are getting close to being out powered, Silver and Team Dark’s assistance be dammed, Eggman did plan how to keep them occupied.

A foreign place, no citizens around, no remaining functioning facilities nearby, not any city, town or population, nothing close to them, everything has been rather evacuated or demolished by Badniks.

They’re scattered around the battlefield, everyone way too far from one another, but they have to cover more terrain, and no one’s better than Sonic to do that.

He’s going from edge to edge, dodging, punching, wrecking, they’ve been at this for hours but he can keep on for days, no doubt.

There’s yelling and shouting until there isn’t, a harsh sudden silence taking its place, weird. Sonic turns to the vibration in his arm.

His communicator illuminates in bright angry red, an alarm. Tails vitals.

Tails flatlines.

Way to sudden, no rising on vitals, no yelling from his side of the battlefield, it had to be a mistake, he needed it to be a mistake.

But the screen shows Tails’ communicator’s still attached to his wrist, and there’s no longer any silence when the shouts and cries of the fox’s name fill the place, It wasn’t a mistake.

He nearly trips on his own feet at how quickly he moved, his legs suddenly so weak to support him, but he had no time to freeze, he had no time to doubt he had no time-

He gets beside him in less than a second.

He’s on the ground, no badniks near him, the ground around him almost steaming, surrounding him in infernal smoke, he can feel the ground trembling, trembling, almost like how his body felt when a much younger Tails was purring while hugging him. Hell, why does he look so small all of the sudden?

His baby brother’s bright pretty yellow fur tainted if not bathed in a sick red. His chest fluff has no white left to show, a deep wound right over his heart. No.

He craddles him close, he knows he shouldn’t move him but he shouldn’t be so still, he wasn’t supposed to be this still, no, he was supposed to at least be crying he was supposed to hug Sonic back he was supposed to open his eyes-

There are no functioning hospitals in miles. The medic team is not equipped for this after hours of treating the wounded and preventing casualties. There’s no longer any medic team around, just wrecked badniks and his friends approaching.

Tails isn’t breathing. He doesn’t react to the speedster’s hand on his cheek. He doesn’t purr when his brother’s fingers run through his bangs. He doesn’t wake up when Sonic shouts his name begging him to please open his eyes.

Tails flatlined, but Sonic could tell his own heart threatening to stop.

He can’t hear anything. He can’t think. He can’t see anything but how still his little brother’s chest is.

He doesn’t think. He just knows he will not lose his little brother. Not now. Not ever. Not like this.

His body moves on his own when he practically rips a chaos emerald from Shadow’s hand, returning to his brother’s side not a second after, he doesn’t think even once about what doing next.

Sonic puts the chaos emerald over his kid’s small chest, right over his heart. Most would call what he made an “overpowered defibrillator”, but he knows he was just reaching for a miracle.

The miracle mercilessly shocks his kid.

One time, it doesn’t work. Two times, he can feel how the kit’s body can barely handle that much energy. Three times, his own hands are trembling, why is Tails face wet? It’s not even raining. Four times, someone’s yelling at him to stop, he’s only hurting Tails even more, he’s only damaging his body, but he can’t hear anything, Five times, he uses even more power, all his rage, desperation and… fear? Into that last shock.

Tails wakes up with a gasp. It worked.

It worked, Tails opened his eyes and started coughing loudly. Rough and harsh, but it meant he was alive, no wound visible anymore over his chest.

It worked, and that’s all that matters now.

Not how the skin in his hands got burned even through his gloves, not how his little brother’s eyes are no longer baby blue but an emerald green so much like his, not how long it took for Tails to actually look at him and answer when he asked if he was okay, not how he seemed more scared than confused about the fact that he was alive, not how even while Tails was fully awake and conscious Knuckles couldn’t find a pulse.

Tails is alive, and that’s all that matters.

[ashthewaterghoul]

https://www.tumblr.com/ashthewaterghoul/763482572056576000/may-we-have-more-phanter-cuddle-buddies-im

HELLS YEAH LETS GOOOOOOOOO

Phanter Cuddle Buddies - The Full Story

A 3.1k ramble on the entire 'lore' of this hc of mine, and the asks I got about it after posting it. All posts relating to it can be found with the tag #phanter cuddle buddies.

Phanter = Phantom + Copia (Frater)

Enjoy!

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    Phantom landed in a heap on the altar, a story painted across their skin in scars. There were some fresh wounds too - maybe Ghouls trying to hop a ride, maybe it was jealousy it wasn’t them. All Copia knew was that he needed to protect them.

    After Phantom had been taken to the infirmary – the usual checks to make sure a Ghoul didn’t see any damage from the summoning, along with healing the open wounds – Copia introduced himself. He hated how Phantom bristled at the word ‘Master’ and promised that Phantom would always be safe here, under his leather bat-wing.

    “Whenever you need me, and whatever for. I will help you, and protect you.” Copia promised. And he meant every word in whatever interpretation you could think of.

    He checked on Phantom often, also receiving updates from the rest of the pack and Copia could see through every façade the young Ghoul put up. Phantom was struggling with nightmares, struggling to adjust to life topside, and certainly the gawping from the Siblings and pressures from the Clergy weren’t helping matters. Copia could see the piccolo pipistrello falling apart piece-by-piece.

    So, he paid them a visit one evening. And offered something Phantom was in sore need of, a hug.

    Phantom started crying with relief as they sunk down, head on Copia’s chest and arms around his waist. Copia’s hands wrapped around Phantom’s torso and held on tight. Phantom never made any move to let go, so Copia didn’t either. And they both fell asleep together in each other’s arms.

    When Copia woke up, Phantom was still asleep. And when Aether poked his head in for some guitar lessons, he looked astounded.

    “They haven’t slept in this late at all.” He muttered. It was only 8:30am.

    They agreed to let Phantom sleep until their body woke up of its own accord, and that ending up being almost two hours later.

    Phantom looked entirely well-rested and peaceful, but was immediately guilty for Copia having been there the whole night and keeping him from his duties that morning. Satanas, they were like a kit!

    “Fantasma, one of my duties as Papa is to ensure the proper care of all my Ghouls. Being here with you, making sure you’re okay, is me attending my duties.”

    Phantom didn’t feel too much better. But it was something.

    Copia unfortunately didn’t see them again for the days following, but on a particularly restless night, he got up and immediately startled because there was a Phantom on his floor. Copia could see Aether’s keys next to them so either a borrowing or theft occurred. But Copia couldn’t quite care because Phantom was on the cold and rough floor.

    Phantom hadn’t slept well at all for the nights following the impromptu sleep over with Copia. And Aether assured them that Copia would be more than happy to do it again, even offering his spare key for the room that he never used. As Phantom walked into the bedchamber of the Papal suite, they could see Copia with his eyes shut and he look so comfortable that Phantom didn’t dare wake him. Surely that was some sort of offence here? To ruin Papa’s beauty rest? Or did Dew say that about the other guy?

    It was no matter because Phantom wouldn’t wake Copia for their silly little problem. So, just like they had down in the pits countless times, they made do with what they had and slept on the ground.

    By morning they wouldn’t know the difference and would just have to stretch their back out a bit. But something certainly felt different when they woke up. It was soft and plush and warm and Phantom was still on their side, tucked against Copia’s chest. He smelt like stale tobacco that had long settled into woollen sweaters and old parchment.

    And that became somewhat of a routine.

    Phantom would sneak up from the Ghoul den and use Aether’s key to get in. They’d snuggle on the ground, and Copia always woke up at the perfect time to lift them into his bed without waking them.

    “You know,” Copia said as he woke one morning, “you can always ask. No need for sneakiness, pipistrello.”

    “But, aren’t I just being stupid? Shouldn’t I just get on with it like everyone else does?” Phantom asked.

    “If that would make you more comfortable, then by all means. I don’t know about you, but this is quite comfortable for me.” Copia said, wrapping his arms tight around Phantom, and putting a kiss inbetween their horns.

   “This is comfy for me too.” Phantom said, snuggling in further, and kneading along Copia’s tummy. An odd habit of self-soothing they did, and Copia adored because it meant Phantom was with him.

    With the restful nights for them both, Phantom came out their shell a lot more and managed to spend a night or two away from Copia a week. Although they had become great at asking to come over, rather than sneaking in. It took some prompting from Copia for it to start, but they got there. And Copia couldn’t be prouder.

    Phantom’s sleep was often wracked with nightmares and flashbacks of all they went through in the pits. They sometimes would wake screaming and crying in a cold sweat, sometimes they would just blink awake and silently cry, horrendously uncomfortable from their what images their mind would conjure up. Whatever happened, Copia helped. Even if he himself didn’t always wake up, his scent was what Phantom used to ground themself, or sometimes trace along the tattoo on his pec. Just Copia’s presence helped Phantom. “The safest arms in the Ministry” Mountain had said as a joke, but Phantom couldn’t ever think anything else.

    As much as their nights helped Phantom rest easier, they helped Copia too. He was a world-class insomniac – a trait he learned he shared with all his brothers – but something about Phantom helped him sleep easier. It wasn’t any Quintessence; he knows what that feels like. It was just a deep-rooted contentment in his heart that warmed him up as Phantom snuggled in close.

    Copia never had any children of his own, but he felt like Phantom was the child he’d always wanted. They were just so perfect, and he cared and loved them more than he ever had for his Ghouls. It was almost primal the way he adored the Bug and wanted to protect them.

    From anyone else, Papa had felt like a title, a denote of respect.

    From Phantom? It was true, he was their Papa, in any and every way you could imagine.

    One night, when Phantom came up in their fluffy pyjamas that Cumulus had bought them, Copia handed them a gift bag.

    “I didn’t forget my birthday, did I?” Phantom asked.

    “No, no, il mio bambino.” Copia laughed, “This is for no particular reason other than I want you to have it.”

    Phantom opened the bag, and their eyes watered as they lifted their own spare key for the room from the bag. A little purple bat keyring hanging from it.

    “Even if I am not here, you can always come in. I know for Ghouls even the scent of someone, or their space in general can be a comfort.” Copia said.

    “Thank you.” Phantom whispered; their heart full of gratitude and tears running down their face.

    “You deserve it. And now you can stop stealing Aether’s keys.” Copia smiled, and they both laughed.

    Even during the nights Phantom spent away from Copia’s bed, the sheets still smelt vaguely of them. Copia’s human nose would never be as sharp as a Ghoul’s. Apparently Phantom’s scent was log fires and cocoa but Copia couldn’t quite discern those notes. All he could smell was Phantom. Hisbambino. His pipistrello.

    And for Phantom, they had stolen more than a few things from Copia’s room – shouldn’t have given me a key if he didn’t want me having access to things with his scent – and so they could always smell him too. It would never be as good as the real deal, but it was always a good make-do. And they had they key so they could have the real deal whenever they wanted or needed.

    Even on tour, they often paired up for hotel rooms, or crammed their two bodies into the small bunks. Tiny sofas in greenrooms or sprawled out in parks on adventures. Any and all struggle was worth it to have their solace in their little world.

    But then, it happened.

    Sister died, and Copia ascended to Frater Imperator.

    When they returned home from that tour, Copia was told that he had new Quarters. He wasn’t Papa now; he didn’t need the Papal suite. Okay yeah, that makes sense.

    Copia was handed the key, and so he asked if there were any spares. He was told no.

    “Well, I should like a few made, per favore.” Copia said.

    “Why?” The bishop who had arranged the room change asked.

    “Do I need a reason? I am often forgetful; I should like spares.” He had more authority, they should listen to him now, right?

    “We can get more made or find a locksmith if you forget your key, Papa.”

    “It is Frater now, and I should like a spare. At least one.”

    “Well, it can be considered. But as Frater your safety is of utmost priority. Why should we consider it?”

    Copia exhaled, “It is for my Ghoul. We both enjoy the other’s company, get our own benefits from it.” They were a Church of Sin, if he made it sound like it was something sinful then they would agree, right? “They had a key to my old rooms. I should like to keep that curtesy going as my successor has refused them.”

    A deafening second of silence. Then a deafening crack of laughter.

    Copia locked himself in and cried in his new room. He didn’t realise how much the old place smelled of Phantom until he realised their scent would never grace the new Quarters.

    He tried to go without Phantom, as painful as it was. Maybe it was just a habit he could break even though he didn’t want to break it. The little he now saw Phantom, he knew they were struggling too. Neither of them had been sleeping right, and Copia was very thankful for his Clergy paint hiding his dark purple under-eyes. Phantom was praying that the new masks may still have the googles to hide their own exhaustion.

    Phantom had tried to come up to Copia’s new room on the second night, having not slept a wink on the first. They got up to the stairs that led way to the High Clergy wing, and there was Clergy guarding the stairs. That was new. Phantom just tried to offer them a polite smile and continue on, but a hand pushed into their abdomen to stop them moving.

    “What do you want, Ghoul?” One man asked them.

    “T- to see Copia.” Phantom said.

    “It is late. Frater needs his rest before his first day on the job tomorrow.” The other said.

    “But I always come and see him. I had a key to his old room.” Phantom said.

    “Yes, when he was Papa. He is not Papa anymore. He has no responsibility to Ghouls.”

    Phantom felt like crying or shouting or ripping them to shreds. So, they turned on their heel until they were out of sight, and collapsed to the floor. They stuffed their fleece sleeve into their mouth to stop their sobs echoing and managed to cry themselves dry on the ground. When they woke up, they were in a bed. But any and all hope was quickly ripped away when they realised that it wasn’t Copia’s bed.

    Aether’s Quintessence had known something was wrong, and with a bit of searching, he found Phantom asleep in the corridor. Eyes swollen from crying and absolutely reeking of despair. He picked them up, and brought them back to his own nest, holding them for every second until they woke up.

    A few nights later, Copia tried to go down to the den instead, just like that first time.

    “Where are you going, Frater?” One Clergy guard asked.

    “A walk, I am restless.” He said simply.

    “If his Dark Excellency wants to take a walk that is fine, but one of us must accompany you until you return safely to your room.”

    “It is unneeded.” He assured.

    “It is needed. A rule from the new Papa. To ensure the safety of all.”

    “Well, an old rule from Sister Imperator means that I hold absolute power here. I do not need an escort.”

    “It is certainly something you can bring up in the next Clergy meeting, but for now…”

    Copia gritted his teeth, “You know, gentlemen, this talk has been exactly what I needed to wear myself out.” He turned and left. And it certainly didn’t wear him out because he couldn’t sleep for the life of him.

    It’s not right for an Imperator to be so close with the Ghouls.

    They’re a Papa’s responsibility, not yours.

    It’s just not proper.

    Don’t you sleep easier with room in your bed for those who want to satisfy your sinful urges?

    It isn’t safe.

    It’s not your duty anymore.

    The Ghoul is fully grown and has a whole pack, they will be fine by themself.

    No.

    It’s all Copia heard on repeat for the next… how long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months? It couldn’t possibly have been years, could it?

    It actually had been nearly two years.

    Two years of not a single night slept well for Phantom or Copia. Neither were permitted to keep anything that smelled of the other and what they did manage to keep quickly lost the scent of its original owner. Whenever Copia was allowed to take a Ghoul on business trips for security, his requests for Phantom were rejected for someone bigger and stronger who would protect him. Texting and video calling didn’t have the same effect when all they wanted were each other’s scents and warmth. They had odd moments they could be together – Clergy get-togethers and the like – but it wasn’t what they craved.

    “One day” had become their mantra, no matter how much it felt it would never happen.

    Phantom was whisked away on tours with the new guy and the distance from Copia only made things worse. Aether had been an okay substitute but even he wasn’t here either. Swiss had been the one to deal with Phantom mainly, others taking over when they allowed. Returning home, all Phantom wanted was to run to Copia’s arms, but he was never allowed anything more than a handshake.

    If Phantom though they knew Hell, this was so much worse.

    Copia still saw Phantom as his child. And to have his child in the same building, the same roof, only a few minutes’ walk away and to not be able to help them or comfort them through the long nights? He was in agony.

    Copia thought Hell would be kinder than this torture.

    But, as always, the Ghouls had a plan.

    Some Clergy had announced retirements, location changes, even a disappearance from one stubborn Archbishop.  To anyone else, if was just unfortunate, but Copia saw a certain pattern to each Clerical change. He knew his Ghouls and it started to feel suspicious to Copia. Swiss’ smirk when he asked all but confirmed it.

    “We’re natural born predators, Frater. You always encouraged us to be ourselves. We’re pack. And we hunt those who hurt our pack.” Swiss explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

    Aether and Mountain had been spearheading their silent insurrection to ensure that no one actually got murdered, no matter how much they may want it, well… apart from the Archbishop but the Ghoulettes were hunting and he was just in the way. Copia got clued into everything, and managed to make some of his own methodical staff changes. But eventually, enough Clergy had been replaced with younger, open ears. The next time Copia proposed a change to the limits placed on what relationship he could have with his Ghouls, the odds finally tipped in their favours.

    When Phantom got that text, they didn’t believe it. They asked just about every Ghoul they could find to speak it to back to them so they knew they were reading it correctly.

    *Get your comfiest pyjamas on. Get the blanket and stuffie of yours I love. And get up here. I have something for you, pipistrello.*

    Well, they have never moved faster in their entire life, and they’d been hunted what-must-be some world record number of times. Their chest was burning by the time they were at the staircase to the High Clergy wing. They half expected it to be a trick - one of those prank apps that make it look like calls and texts are coming from people you know and it was actually bored Siblings or Clergy playing games with them.

    But no one stopped them. No one stopped them from going up the stairs, from finding the nameplate that said “Frater Imperator”. No one stopped them from knocking. And no one stopped them from jumping into Copia’s arms as he opened the door.

    “Oh, mio bambino.” Copia cried too, kissing everything he could reach on Phantom without breaking the anxiety-relieving, bone-crushing, soul-melding hug they had wanted for so so long.

    “Papa.” Phantom cried, they only ever said Frater when they had to because for all intents and purposes, Copia was their Papa.

    They waddled backwards together into Copia’s suite, Phantom closing the door with their tail. After some inordinate amount of time, they broke apart, and Phantom had a good idea what was in the gift bag this time.

    They pulled out a spare key for the new room, their bat keyring hanging off it, and started crying again. They were soothed by that scent of old tobacco settled into woolled sweaters and old parchment that was much more easily described as safety and home.

    Phantom’s own unique scent, the feel of their heartbeat and their little hands kneading along his tummy made Copia’s heart swell. His cucciolo di pipistrello in his arms again, where they should’ve been the whole time. Right where they belong.

    It may have been years, but Phantom and Copia’s bodies easily remembering the dance of snuggling into each other and burrowing down for a bit of rest. For the first time since they got home from that last tour, they both found themselves easily drifting away to the dreamworld. Although when they woke up, they would remember that their dreams from the last couple years had finally come true. But for now, they slept.

    And by Satan that night of sleep was the safest, deepest and just the best in either of their Hellbound existences.

One shot master post can be found here!

[magicalrocketships]

you reblogging that baby max art made me think of deaging au... do you have any more of it please?

Have a tiny bit of small Max being smaller! More of this verse found here. Jumps somewhere a bit different in the verse, just an excuse for a hug tbh.

Max has been seven years old for two months. 

Daniel's got used to it. They have a routine, because Max likes routine, and it turns out Daniel's also feeling happier now that he has a reason to eat three meals a day and go to bed at a reasonable time and wake up to Max peering at him from the end of the bed, flag book in hand. He's got used to the Jimmy or Sassy cats following him around and watching him go to the toilet or get dressed, because of course Max's cats are the perviest cats. 

He's got used to a lot of things. He's got used to putting Max first. 

He's definitely got used to the Guardianship papers that legally bind him to Max until Max is an adult again. 

But he hasn't got used to waking up to the sound of Max crying. It's rarer now than when Max first came to stay, but it's a sometimes rather than a never. And tonight it's worse, because the noise that wakes him up is a scared, high pitched cry that Daniel knows instinctively is Max even if it doesn't sound like his normal tears. Because when Daniel walks into Max's bedroom— because he has a bedroom now, with pictures on the wall and his toys and a labelled drawer that Daniel isn't allowed to go in where Max keeps his special things — it's not a seven year old Max that's crying up at him. 

This Max is smaller, is small-small, is a fucking toddler. He's all twisted up in his Pikachu sheets, the doona half off the bed, and his too-big pyjamas are hanging off him. He's little. He's got younger. 

Daniel, terrifyingly, doesn't know if Max will know him, or if he'll be a grown up stranger in the middle of the night. 

"Maxy-Max," he says softly. "Are you okay?" 

This tiny, toddler version of Max has flushed red cheeks and tears everywhere and snot. He sees Daniel and immediately holds his hands out, and Daniel, overcome with relief, sinks down on the bed and lets Max scramble into his lap and into his arms. Daniel hugs him. 

"Danny, Danny, Danny," Max says, hiccoughing through his tears. Daniel is normally Daniel to Max. Danny is for goodnight hugs and middle of the night tears. Max clings to him. 

Daniel reaches for Max's favourite Pikachu toy, a little well-loved in places, caught under the pillow and half off the bed. "Were you missing Pikachu, Max?" 

Max tucks Pikachu into the tiny little gap between him and Daniel's chest. He rubs his face on Daniel's t-shirt. He snuggles closer, hugging Pikachu. He stuffs his thumb in his mouth, looking up at Daniel like he knows Daniel's going to make him stop sucking it. Daniel isn't. Max has already been through his childhood once. Daniel's not going to stop him doing a single thing that brings him comfort this time around. What the fuck does it matter, anyway? Nothing about this is normal. Going Small normally lasts a couple of days at most and has most kids aging upwards. Max has been seven for two months and now he's smaller. The universe doesn't tend to de-age beyond about seven, unless the kid is going to be a hundred percent safe at the other end of it. At least that's one good thing about this: the universe knows Max is safe with him. This little Max toddler, sleepy and tear-stained, who knows and loves Daniel and is holding on to him tight. 

Daniel kisses the top of Max's head, and snuggles him closer. He's probably two-ish. It doesn't matter, though. His crying's lessened. He's tucked into Daniel's chest. He's already going back to sleep, cheek pressed to Daniel's shirt. 

"Love you, Maxy-Max," Daniel tells him. His hand strokes Max's back. 

Max falls asleep between one breath and the next, clinging to both Daniel and Pikachu. In the morning, if they wake up and Max is still tiny, Daniel will pay extra for a one hour delivery window for a Go Small Toddler kit.  

Daniel's clearly going nowhere tonight.

In his arms, baby Max snores. 

[livsateez]

spider boy — king of thieves (spider-man!yunho x reader)

you looked at the alarm clock on your nightstand and let out a sigh of exhaustion.

“why do you keep coming here?”

yunho looks at you with what could only be described as love and maybe even admiration — “because it’s you”

“you sure you’re gonna be okay?” yunho heard mingi’s voice come through his comms. he found himself on a rooftop, wincing as he tried to assess his injuries.

“yeah, i’ll be fine. it’s getting late, i’m just gonna head back to my place.” yunho told him, trying to mask the pain he felt. mingi just let out a sigh.

“just be careful okay? you sound pretty messed up. the last thing i need to wake up to is a headline talking about ‘spider-man found passed out on rooftop — identity revealed’ or something.” yunho laughed at his friend.

“i’ll be fine, promise. i’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he hung up before mingi could say anything else.

yunho doesn’t know how, but he found himself tapping at your bedroom window again. it had become a habit for him to seek solace in your small apartment after hard patrols like the one he just had. you never minded, always leaving the window unlocked so he could let himself in. he never did, he always waited for you to open it. it was his way of knowing you were okay with him being there.

he was about to leave after a few minutes, until he saw you open the window to let him in. he climbed inside and watched as you tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“i’m sorry, i know it’s late. i just didn’t know where else to go,” he pulled his mask off, placing it on your dresser.

“it’s oka— oh my god, what happened?” you felt your exhaustion leave as you examined his face. his lip was busted, his cheek was swollen and his nose looked like it had been bleeding for a while.

“you should see the other guys,” he chuckled as you grabbed his hand and pulled him in the bathroom.

“sit,” you went to grab your first aid kit as he did what he was told.

you two were silent as you tended to his injuries. he watched your face carefully, he could see the changes in your expression. from worry, to confusion, he thinks he sees anger for a split second, back to worry, then he notices your exhaustion set back in. he could tell your eyes felt heavy and reached for the cotton ball you were using to clean the gash on his forehead.

“i can see you falling asleep. go back to bed, i can finish this,” he stood up, kissed the top of your head and walked you back to your room.

yours and yunho’s dynamic was confusing to the both of you. from an outside perspective, anyone would’ve thought you two were together. you two were attached at the hip, always touching each other in some way. whether it was holding hands, yunho’s arm around your shoulder, or you linking your arm with his. he would always greet you with a smile, a hug and then a kiss on your forehead. you would always say goodbye to him with a hug and kiss on his cheek. anyone would’ve thought you two were a couple.

except you weren’t. every time it was brought up, you both would deny being together and say you were just friends. he would swear the hand holding was platonic, just like you would swear you greeted all of your friends by hugging them (you didn’t). you two walked a line of friends and something more, and it started to bother you. the feelings you held for yunho weren’t enough to just walk this line anymore. you wanted needed something more.

the two of you got back to your room and you looked at the alarm clock on your nightstand and let out a sigh of exhaustion.

“why do you keep coming here?”

yunho looks at you with what could only be described as love and maybe even admiration — “because it’s you.”

you didn’t know what he meant by that, but the short answer was enough to satisfy you as the late hours of the night turned into the early morning.

“it’s late, you should go back to bed. i’m sorry for waking you up,” you reached for his hand and looked up at him.

“stay with me?” he smiles lightly and kisses your forehead like he always does.

“always.”

[matamisin]

I am absolutely living for the Stardew art. I love that game so much and have over 600 hours of playtime in it. I did have a little bit of a request but feel free to ignore! Could you rate all of the potential spouses based on your personal interpretations?

Hiii!! Yes yes yes thank you for this ask- I planned to do quick portraits anyways! <3 <3

But let's start!!

[PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, reblogs welcome! >:3c)

Harvey: 10/10

Handsome yes yes

Very sweet and loyal like bro LETS GO that's all I need

Doctor?? AKA he fixes up love interest who regularly gets into trouble? Endless possibilities BRO this is my favorite trope to write/draw about

HOWEVER HARVEY DOESN'T ACCEPT ANY INSURANCE HE JUST CHARGES OUR ASSES bro I'm trying to have a tender moment of almost dying and him worrying and then BOOM hands me my bill like "see you at home honey ily"

Overall he would treat us right yes

Animals LOVE his ass but he's awkward with them LOL

He's often a tired man due the clinic but he'll pull through to do things with the farmer when they're dating (like outings)

In the beginning when farmer is frequently getting hurt in the mines and being brought in hurt, he buys them a walkie-talkie. He's said multiple times that he doesn't recommend going in those dangerous places but learns that farmer's determined to keep going so he'll do what he can to make sure they can relay when they need help

He'll chime in on the walkie when he sees farmer going towards the mines and has them check things off a mental list (hi, this is Harvery- going to the mines? Do you have your weapon? How about food? You have your first-aid kit on you too right?)

This man will be TENSE the whole day when he knows farmer is in the mines. He'll only ease up once he knows they're not in there anymore

Disclaimer: from here on most of what I write will be 100% from my head because I haven't married anyone else yet LMFAO

Sam: 10/10

I interpret him as the golden retriever type- very hyper and friendly

That just makes him 1000% more loveable

HE'D TREAT US RIGHT

Very good with kids cause of Vincent which is like YES

A little blunt sometimes but that's wassup

Doesn't eat the best (AKA I give him two pizzas every week. Hmm. So maybe that means I'M the problem lol)

Also doesn't really know a lot of cooking, but when he moves in farmer finds new-looking cookbooks tucked away in his spaces

I feel like he'd be the type to have a switch in attitude- he's v friendly UNTIL he has reason to distrust/not like someone and then he'll flip from bright to cold (especially if the person has bad intentions about somebody he cares about)

Doesn't realize farmer and him are dating he just thinks they’re hanging out a lot and just kissing as really good friends

When he does realize they’re dating he gets all flustered and red

Would let you win at Mario-Kart

Despite his goofiness, he knows how to be a gentleman. He's always keeping an eye on farmer and making sure they're okay. If they're out together, the moment the sun goes down his jacket is on farmer's shoulders. When it's raining and he wakes up late and sees that farmer has gone out of the house for the day, he'll get up quick and run around with an umbrella and a thermos of hot coffee until he finds farmer. He'll follow farmer around with the umbrella covering mostly farmer, so he gets pretty drenched.

Very vocal about his love

Shane: 10/10

Ah the chicken man himself

ALSO GREAT WITH KIDS but in a different light- he's way more protective about them whereas Sam is more the laid-back and playful parent-figure (he throws his children into the air)

Recovering from his alcoholism and the habits that came with it (messiness and cluttery) but he's trying his best aww

Will rub his stubble on your face when he comes in for a hug ouchie

Even though he is not a dad- he just comes with dad stuff (dad outfits, dad jokes, EVERYTHING)

His chickens are protective of him so you must prove yourself worthy

(In my headcanons, Joja is kinda twisted) Will start to distance himself from Joja after farmer tells him of how they're trying to hurt the Junimos. He may eventually quit to work elsewhere, even though he doesn’t really know what Junimos are but something about farmer telling him about them seems sincere

He's very cuddly after getting to know him and dating. His love language happens to be physical touch and every touch makes him fall harder

This also means he gets a little sad when it's summer and too hot to cuddle that farmer turns around in their sleep. He gets pouty in the morning after until he gets a kiss LMAO

He'll frequently realize how messy he leaves his spaces, and will clean up. He tries to upkeep the cleanliness and manages it for a few days before it starts to get messy again. Sometimes it lasts a while, but sometimes it just slips his mind due to bad habits

Farmer pops into mind every time he has an urge to drink, and he'll shake it off and go do something else for them. He's DETERMINED to be the best person he can be for farmer

Alex: 10/10

A little rough at first lol- his attitude is very icky in the beginning BUT he's cute 

Once you get through that exterior he practically does a 180- HE'S SO SWEET AND CARING and no longer uhhh icky

He would tackle things for you (can he help farmer out of the mines when they pass out in the game? If he does I'd like to think he just picks them up and BOOKS it for the exit knocking anything in his path down LMFAO)

Becomes pouty when he gets a little jealous

Again he's very sweet- he kisses Evelyn and George on the cheeks every morning before he leaves the house, he often thinks about his late mom and visits her grave with flowers from Pierre's and has a small picnic there

I feel he would be prone to dreams about his mom, waking up in a cold sweat and tears. After the 8-heart event he gets up and does something sweet like making a whole breakfast for Evelyn & George or giving Dusty some quality time with walks, playing, and a good treat

Will be extremely protective over farmer. Farmer gives him a heart attack every time they go to the mines or the skull cavern or even in the sewer like baby what are you doing WHY ARE YOU GOING INTO THE MANHOLE

The caves he can't follow farmer with because he knows he isn't trained to fight monsters like farmer is and might hold them back instead, but he'll wait outside or tell Harvey that farmer's in the mines instead

Doesn't come out with it but he needs a lot of reassurance due to abandonment issues. He gets a little clingy and touchy but a little shy. (reaching for farmer’s hand/just pinching onto a part of the farmer’s clothes and holding on)

Sebastian: 10/10

This one might be rough cause I've never really felt much for him IM SORRY

Once farmer asks him out he's very unsure how to proceed. He'll call them things like dude and bro *with love*

It's literally like pulling teeth for him to call farmer honey just cause he's never been the affectionate type till now hehehe he'll try to say it and then drop to his knees like OTL and curl up (He'll get it eventually tho- this is just like the first few months LMFAO)

He has frogs right? He'll show you his frogs 

Your void chickens will love this emo boy they just vibe y'know?

He shows his love through acts of service and gifts, finding out the things you love and bringing them to you

As awkward as he is, his true intentions are very evident when he starts to really try to reconnect with Robin and asking her for advice on most anything he hasn't much a clue about.

He wants to be able to properly feel like part of his family, because farmer tells him that he deserves to feel loved there too. He’ll have a difficult heart-to-heart with Robin, Demetrius, and Maru and over time the family dynamic starts to heal. Sebastian is eternally grateful for farmer and tells them about the relationship and they’re all overjoyed to have farmer as part of the family too

He WILL stop smoking if farmer ever raises concern for his well-being

He starts to come out of his shell more (in general) as he and farmer progress their relationship. He tries his best to be a great partner, and everyone can sense that his demeanor is a little bit brighter than before. He starts to not be as shy about PDA too

He has many hoodies for farmer to steal HOWEVER they're all the exact same pair HAHAHA

Elliott: 10/10

I may also struggle with Elliott for similar reasons

Handsome right off the bat bro

But you'll never be able to be the one with the great hair in the relationship cause man he dominates in that

I see him as a gentle lover- very old-school romantic

He writes farmer love poems and songs often HE WILL SERENADE FARMER EVEN THOUGH HE'S ALREADY MOVED IN

Has pictures of farmer EVERYWHERE like his desk, in his books and notebooks, and has one of those accordion picture holders in his wallet of farmer and himself (and their child(ren) when time comes) He shows them off to the other villagers at the Saloon even tho they literally know farmer LMAOO

Has a very comforting vibe to him- he knows how to coddle farmer after they take a visit to the clinic

He'd let farmer use his favorite pen, trusting that it would return to him

Romantic gestures are EVERYWHERE. Songs, poems, so many pretty flowers in farmer's hair. 

I think he'd be the best cook out of everyone. Farmer wants to go out on a fancy date out of the village?? S'NOT GOOD ENOUGH- Elliott will change the whole decor of the kitchen and spend hours cooking and preparing for farmer to come home and then he plays all the roles (waiter, bus person, lover, etc) through the entire meal. But if farmer really actually wants to go out he'll go with it

Bachelorettes will be done in part 2 soon!

[dynamic-power]

Time Travel AU, Back to the Past part 5

Part 1 | Part 4 | read it all on ao3 here

Steve wakes up to the feeling of someone shaking him. He is about to tell Eddie to fuck off and let him sleep a while longer when he realizes a few things at once. 

He’s lying on something cold and hard. His sides hurt and his head aches and all of his muscles are sore and his exhaustion is bone-deep and seeps into every corner of his existence. And the voice calling his name is distinctly female. 

“Steve! Steve, get up! Please. Please get up.”

He cracks his eyes open, waking fully into his worst nightmare. 

He struggles to sit up, wincing as he realizes scars that have been healed for years are open wounds again. He chokes on the thick air around him and blinks until Nancy Wheeler comes into focus. 

It’s not Nancy as he knows her. It’s Nancy as she was while they were dealing with the Upside Down. 

Fuck. 

He knew it was coming, but the reality of the situation comes crashing down on him as he takes in his surroundings. They are definitely in the Upside Down; the sky is a deep gray that’s never been touched by sunlight and the buildings around them are cracking and decaying, over taken by vines. He shivers. 

“Thank fuck,” Nancy says, sitting back on her heels. “What happened?”

“I-I don’t know,” he says, because he doesn’t. He may be in the past, but he doesn’t remember what happens over the next few days. Because he wasn’t here. He was in 2008. 

Fuck!

“Did you see anything? You were in there for a minute before it spat you back out.”

Nancy isn’t looking at him. He follows her gaze. 

There’s a gate to their left. Instead of leading to the right side of Hawkins, it leads to more Upside Down. There’s no reflection of the world they are supposed to be in, just more of the same dark, desolate landscape. 

He’s seen this before, but only once. 

“Stay away from it, Nance,” he says, pushing himself up to his feet. It takes some effort, but he works through the pain and manages to get himself upright. “Something happened when I went in.”

“What?” she asks. She sounds uncertain, but her eyes give away her eagerness and curiosity. 

“I dunno. But we have to get out of here. We need to find Dustin.”

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Robin is waiting for them on the front step of his parents house when Steve turns the Beemer into his driveway. 

She’s so young. Nancy is, too, but for some reason, seeing teenaged Robin makes it real. He gets out of the car and runs to her, ignoring the pain in his sides and the blood seeping into his shirt. 

“Holy shit,” Robin gasps as Steve crashes into her. He pulls her as close as he can, wrapping her up in his arms and tucking his face into her neck. “Jesus, Steve, what happened to you two?” She hugs him back briefly, but then her hands are flitting over his sides and pulling the fabric of his shirt away from his ruined bandages. 

He steps away from her, grinning so widely that his face hurts, too. She looks at him like he’s lost his mind, and maybe he has. It’s been a couple months since he’s seen her, though. And it’s been decades since he’s seen this version of her. 

He lets her pull his shirt off and she curses when she sees the damage. “Let’s get you inside,” she says, “and we can take care of this. And then you are telling me what the fuck happened. Dingus.”

Unable to help himself, he swoops in and presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I’ve missed you,” he says, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the front door. “There’s a lot of shit I need to tell you.”

She splutters, wiping at her mouth with the hand he isn’t clutching. Nancy follows them, and the three of them make their way to the downstairs bathroom, where he remembers keeping a first aid kit. 

“What do you mean, you missed me?” Robin asks as he sits down on the toilet and finally looks down at his torso. And yeah, it’s pretty bad. Blood is seeping from the bandages and dripping down into the waistband of his jeans. “You just saw me two hours ago.”

“Two months ago,” he corrects. Because if he’s going to be able to get anything done, he’s going to need people who know. Fuck the rules of time travel, if there even are any. He’s not keeping any of this shit from Robin. “And even then, you were, uh, different.”

Nancy is fussing with the first aid kit and Robin kneels in front of Steve and takes his hands. “Steve. What are you talking about?”

“You know I’d never lie to you, right?”

“I know.”

“What I’m about to tell you is going to sound absolutely crazy,” he says, squeezing her hands. “But Robin, I need you to know that it is the truth.”

She frowns and the spot between her brows furrows in that way it does when she’s concentrating. “Okay,” she says after a moment. 

Nancy comes over and tries to fuss with his bandages. “We need to stop this bleeding, Steve,” she says when he tries to elbow his hands away. Robin lets go of his hands and he lifts his arms, wincing as Nancy begins to peel the ruined bandages away. The stitches in the biggest of his wounds has stayed intact, but one of the smaller ones, a bite mark on his other side, has split open again. She begins wiping at it and he winces. “Sorry,” she says, “but I need to get the dirt out.”

Robin pulls his attention again as Nancy continues cleaning the bite out. “What crazy thing were you going to tell me?”

“I think I’m a time traveler.”

Nancy stops her ministrations and they both stare at him. 

“You’re what?” Robin finally asks. 

“I know it sounds crazy. But hear me out. Yesterday I was in 2008. And then I went to sleep, and when I woke up, boom! Here I am in… 1986, I think?”

“Yes,” Nancy says hesitantly. She curses under her breath, jumping back into motion and applying pressure to his side. “Hold this. Pressure, Steve.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He takes over for her, and she walks on her knees until she’s beside Robin. She sits with her back to the wall. “Right. 1986. Here’s the crazy thing. When I was 19, when I was actually in 1986, I time traveled. I went ahead in time, to 2008, the year that I’m from, and swapped places with another version of me. An older version of me. Who was from 2008.”

Nancy looks concerned; like maybe he’d hit his head too hard in the Upside Down. Robin, though, is clearly considering what he’s saying. 

“So you’re, what? Going in loops? Not you personally. But versions of you.”

“Yes!” he exclaims. “I don’t think I’m supposed to stop it. I think I’m just supposed to find a way to get me and my younger self switched back again. But there’s something else.”

“What’s that?” Nancy asks. Steve can tell she’s skeptical. She doesn’t not believe him, but she isn’t taking anything he’s saying at face value, either. Robin, though, is hanging on to his every word. And god, does he love her for it.

“I have to find Eddie Munson.”

“What?” Nancy and Robin say at the same time. 

Before he can explain, though, teenaged Argyle pokes his head into the bathroom. Steve wants to laugh. All of this is so surreal; this Argyle is so young. He probably doesn’t even remember Steve’s name. It’s really that early in their friendship. 

“Uh, sorry to interrupt, brochachos, but this little dude keeps calling out a code red?” he says, and in his hand is a walkie talkie the size of a brick. 

There’s the sound of static, and then a voice comes through, clear as mud. “Steve, are you there? Steve! Come in, Steve!"

It’s Dustin Henderson, and this time, Steve does laugh.

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Part 6

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[lcnelyghost]

romantic touches//the ahs boys

pairings; fem reader with tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, james patrick march, tristan duffy, dandy mott, rudolph valentino, and michael langdon.

ratings; pg?? i think? maybe pg13

warnings; FLLLLLLUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFF, (potential harsh language)

summary; my thoughts on what little romantic things you do in you’re relationship with the ahs boys!!

tate langdon;

• Total cuddle bug even when you don’t expect it

• Neck kisses, neck kisses, NECK KISSES

• Likes it when you fully pay attention to him randomly doodling in an old notebook

• He adores it when you start playing with his hair whilst he’s asleep :)

kit walker;

• Cracks thousands of dad jokes on purpose just to see you painfully laugh at them

• His heart melts when you snuggle into his chest

• He’ll always show you off to his friends and make sure they don’t make you uncomfortable, etc

• When the two of you get all dolled up for going out someplace nice, you literally have to try everything to get him to pay attention to something else that isn’t part of you’re looks. (HE LOVES WHEN YOU DRESS FANCY FOR HIM😭)

kyle spencer;

• Hugs from behind, all the time

• Constantly makes sure you have more covers whilst you’re both in bed. Though if you’re cold, he’ll wrap himself around you to try and warm you up

• If you’re not busy during the day, he begs you to sit and watch TV together. He’ll throw in some snacks too

• You laugh at how super giggly he is when he’s tired. It’s almost as though he’s extremely drunk but certainly not in a bad way!

jimmy darling;

• Pls, this man is such a sweetheart to you

• Does NOT take anyone’s shit if they start on you for no reason. Smh

• You’re not feeling well? Don’t worry, Jimmy’s you’re personal nurse for the day. That time of the month? Hey, Jimmy gets it. Whatever you want, he’ll make sure you receive it in no time at all. If you need space, he’ll give you it <3

• He just loves doing the goofiest things to make you laugh. Whether it be impressions or ‘accidentally’ doing something embarrassing, he never fails to get a giggle out of you

james patrick march;

• Hell, this is gonna sound real far from the truth, but this mf is such a softie

• He knows you can’t really sleep well and tend to wake up during the early hours of the morning, so he’ll usually try his best to relax you by rubbing small circles on you’re back or telling you how much he cares for you

• James always tries to understand the modern world just for you. You’ve even caught him slowly dancing around the room with a pair of AirPods in

• If you choose to attend Devil’s Night, he makes sure no one invades you’re personal space and if anything dares to choose the wrong move, the whole night is immediately over

tristan duffy;

• He doesn’t know what it is exactly, but he loves just staring into you’re eyes without breaking eye contact at all

• Thoroughly enjoys the nights you guys get wasted and come back to the Cortez, hand in hand whilst laughing you’re asses off

• Tristan is extremely protective of you. If anyone even looked at you the wrong way, he doesn’t hesitate to turn it into a full blown fist fight. Sometimes, even worse..

• Whenever you gently massage it shoulders, it soothes him so much that the next time you take a good look at him, he’s sound asleep and snoring his little head off

dandy mott;

• Takes you round to every expensive shop in town, buying you tons and TONS of things until half of it is just unnecessary items

• Always asks if you can sit up on his bed late at night, quietly talking and stuffing you’re faces full of candy he raided from the kitchen

• Thinks of you as his little doll at times. Doing every small move around you extra carefully in fear of ‘breaking you’

• He demands to be the little spoon. ALWAYS, the little spoon

rudolph valentino;

• We all know this man is forever going to be romantic, so much so to the point it’s just fucking unreal

• Mf please, Rudy has bought you the finest shit in town by now. Everything you appear to like, he gets you. Lucky girl, hm?

• As much as he’s admired, most women think of him as a charming young man yet still a player. But really, he’s not. He’s the sweetest a person could ever truly be and you’re flattered with every kind word he says to you

• Every kiss he gives you is meaningful. It’s always full of that passion and fire you’ve longed for in a man

michael langdon;

• NAH WHEN I SPOKE ABOUT JIMMY, TRISTAN AND JAMES BEING PROTECTIVE, IT’S NOTHING COMPARED TO THE SORT OF PROTECTION YOU HAVE WITH MICHAEL.. TRUST ME..

• Has a secret fascination with how perfect he thinks you’re features are. Beautiful lips, a lovely little nose, yk

• Much like Valentino, Michael gives the most passionate kisses to you. Every touch is a symbol of how much he truly loves you

• He enjoys it when you both tease one another. Even though you’re both fully in a relationship, that doesn’t stop him from trying to make you beg

[missuswalker]

omg your fic i get it with kit is so sweet istg *-*

can I please request a part 2 to it, where kit tries to get y/n out attempting a escape for the both of them together? tysm, i loved this story <3

𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐭. 𝐭𝐰𝐨 || 𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♰ summary: kit can’t watch the woman he loves suffer - he has to get her out - pt 1

♰ warnings: nothing, just fluff!! he deserves it (kind of messy/rushed, though, i don’t why i couldn’t figure out how to write this 💀) and as usual not proofread

♰ notes: tytyty anon!! appreciate the love, i hope u enjoy 🫶🏼 kind of made it less stressful + more lovey because that mad needs it

“y/n.”

whispers of your name echoed in your head, pulling you from a darkness you couldn’t seem to escape. emptiness, pure silence only interrupted by the whispers.

“y/n. y/n, wake up, honey.”

sitting up with a gasp, your eyes fly open, panicked at the feeling of hands on your shoulders. upon taking a moment to look around, you’re calmed by kit’s face being the one hovering over yours. except, then, you’re confused. “kit? how’d you get in here?” you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself at the bite of the cold air.

“look,” he answers, holding up a ring of keys. he offers you a hand, pulling you out of bed. “kit walker, where the hell did you get those,” you laugh, your eyes lighting up at the realization of what was about to happen. you were getting out of here! “don’t worry about that, get dressed, put some shoes on, we gotta go.”

you felt frazzled, nervous and excited all at the same time. you pull on your coat, the raggedy fabric not doing much to block out the cold. sliding into your shoes, you take kits arm, rushing quietly through the dark halls. there was stirring in a room nearby, leading the two of you to run.

you manage to make it all the way to the back door, kit flipping through the keys. “maybe we shouldn’t. we don’t have any money, where are we even supposed to go!” you begin, shushed by kit. “baby, don’t even worry about it. i know where to get some money, and as soon as we do, well get far, far away from here,” he says, his voice hushed and half-distracted as he pushes a key into the lock.

after managing to get everything undone, the door is open. “oh, god, kit,” you whisper, looking up at the dark sky. the moment was overwhelming, terrifying, but so freeing. kit is the first to step outside, dropping the keys into the overgrown grass. you follow, looking behind yourself. “we’re gonna run, okay? we’re gonna run, and we’re not gonna stop, i promise you that we’ll be okay. alright?” kit kisses your knuckles, looking up at you with those big eyes.

as soon as you nod, he’s pulling you with him. you run and run for what felt like hours, and then you’re approaching a house, a house in the middle of nowhere. “kit, where…” you begin, trailing off as soon as you started. “hey, trust me, okay? trust me,” he says back, walking up the porch steps. of course you trusted him. you just weren’t sure about whoever lived here.

kit knocks on the door, and only a few minutes later, a light turns on from inside the house. the white door swings open, revealing a young man. “well, i’ll be damned,” the mystery man whispers, reaching out to grab kit. you’re quick to step forward, halting when you see kit hug the man. “thomas, hey,” kit breathes, patting his back. “kit walker. christ, i thought i’d never see you again,” thomas laughs joyously, pulling back.

kit smiles, giving you a wink. “you know that box i gave you a while back? you still have it?” kit asks, thomas nodding immediately. “of course, yeah, it’s in the closet right here,” he confirms, walking off to the side, waving for kit to come inside. kit places his hand on the small of your back, allowing you to walk ahead of him. thomas smiles awkwardly at you, turning back to kit, handing him a cardboard box taped up and wrapped in rubber bands.

“i want you to take the truck,” thomas says, dropping car keys on top of the box as well. “oh, thomas, no, we’ll be fine,” kit denies, shaking his head. “no, i’m serious, i don’t need it. i only use it to pick up chicks. get out of here, man.” kit is hesitant to accept it, but he nods, putting a hand on thomas’s shoulder. “for the record, i never believed all that bullshit for even a second. you’re too kind. i’m so sorry this happened to you kit,” thomas frowns. kit looks at you, shrugging.

“we gotta head out,” kit says, bringing in thomas for another hug. “i’ll catch up with you soon, i promise,” he adds, his hand returning to your back pushing you out the door. thomas gives kit a goodbye, nodding at you, and you’re off again, hopping into the teal truck. “check that box f’me, sweetheart,” kit says, searching in the clove box for something to cut the tape. upon finding nothing but napkins, he hands you the car key. splitting the tape, you hand the key back to him, and he starts the truck up, pulling out of the dirt driveway.

inside the box was a wad of cash, a couple of tshirts, and a pocket knife. kit had a couple of these in random places in case of an emergency, which proved to be incredible helpful. kit peeks inside nodding. “if i remember right, that’s enough for us to get by until i can get a job. lets get way out of here,” kit sighs, driving out onto the road.

“you sure we’ll be alright, kit?”

“i’m sure, baby. get some sleep.”

♰

“hey, wake up!”

you wake with a start, little hands shaking you gently.

“momma, i can’t sleep.”

you look down at your daughter, rosie, kit sleeping soundly next to you. you give her a sweet smile, pulling her into you and your husband’s shared bed. “i can see that,” you whisper, pushing her brown curls away from her face. “can i sleep with you,” she asks, loud as can be. you nod, doing your best to make space for her. “try to be quiet, okay? daddy’s sleeping, listen,” you grin, kit’s snores bringing rosie into a fit of quiet giggles.

her laugh made you laugh, and soon, kit’s snoring stopped, the light snores replaced by loud, dramatic snores. rosie’s giggles return, kit turning around swiftly and wrapping his arms around her, bring her to his chest. “you laughin’ at me? huh?” kit teases, drawing a squeal out of her as he tickles her little arms. you laugh as well, shaking your head at the late night antics.

“you think this is funny, mommy? get her, rosie,” kit says, your daughter wiggling out of kits arms to jump on you instead. “okay, okay, it’s late, let’s calm down. rosemary, lay down,” you chuckle. your daughter whines, giving kit a pout. “aw,” she huffs, kit wrapping his arms back around rosie. “mommy is very tired,” you sigh, though your smile never wavers. “mommy’s right. it’s late, and the faster we go to sleep, the faster we can wake up and play tomorrow,” kit says, kissing the top of her head.

of course, being the daddy’s girl she is, rosie settles, shutting her eyes. “goodnight momma,” rosie says, reaching for your hand. “goodnight, sweetheart. i love you,” you whisper. “what, no goodnight for me?” kit teases, quirking a brow. “night, daddy,” rosie giggles, turning around in his arms. “night, honey, i love you so much,” kit smiles, kissing her head again. kit mouths, “love you,” to you, shutting his eyes.

it was safe to say you loved him too.

this was kind of caca but it’s okay i just suck at part twos

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[justmeinadaze]

Hey i love your fanficion i was wondering could u write about female best friend reader masterbating in her bedroom to the thought of eddie and moaning Eddie's name and shit but what she dosent realise is that eddie has just arrived at her house and is now standing at her bedroom doorway watching her eddie and the female best friend reader end up having sex you can add some of your own ideas in their to I don't mindddd

A/N: I worked on this through out the day <3. It's cold here so I got to lay in bed, writing this, dreaming of bffl Eddie lol. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Friends to Lovers; Best friend Eddie and Reader :) Lose of virginity. Pretty much everything this lovely person asked for I put in this story. There is a brief mention of Eddie's abuse as a kid in the beginning. Very brief. Word Count: 2694

“Hey Eddie!” Your mom greets the metalhead, leaning in to give him a warm hug. 

“Hey Mrs. Y/L/N. I was in the neighborhood with the boys for rehearsal. Thought I’d drop by. Is she here?”

“Oh, of course. She’s in her room. Go ahead.”, she gestures up the stairs. “I was just about to head out to meet some friends for lunch. It’s always good to see you, honey.” You mom rubs her palm comfortingly on his shoulder as she heads out the front door. 

You and Eddie had known each other for years, since you were kids. When his dad was making life difficult, he always ran to your place. 

You father wipes the blood under 8-year-old Eddie’s nose while you hold his hand.

“I’m going to knock some sense into him.”

“No Mr. Y/L/N! Please. It will just make things worse.”

“Honey, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need to.” Your mom came out from the kitchen and handed your father a first aid kit.

“Thank you, Ma’am. He just needs to cool off. Everything will be fine.”

That night he slept over on your bedroom floor. You crawled down to lay next to him, both of you on your sides facing each other. Your sad eyes break his tiny heart.

“I’m okay, Princess.” That was the first time he called you that and it made you smile. He had heard it in a movie he had watched with his uncle and couldn’t wait to say it to a pretty girl himself. 

The older you two got the closer you became. Even after he moved in with Wayne and things got slightly better for him, he still spent almost every waking hour with you. You were the only person he ever felt genuinely comfortable with. 

Eddie cringes into himself. “Why are we doing this?”

You giggle up at him. “Because we are about to spend four years of high school with these people. We should get to know them.”

“It’s the Harrington’s though.”

“Eddie! It’s not a keg party like in the movies. It’s a birthday social thing. He’s going to be preoccupied talking to everyone anyway.”

“So, again, I ask why are we doing this?” 

You smile as you pull him towards the door. You didn’t know it then but that event would trigger a change in your relationship with him for years to come. Eddie was glued to your side the entire night and occasionally you felt his hand graze your arm as if he was still checking you were still next to him. 

“Hey! Who wants to play spin the bottle!” Steve Harrington announces to the room. A bunch of girls squeal excitedly as they crowd around him. “Ok, not that I’m complaining but we definitely need more of a mix here.” He points to Eddie. “Dude, come here.”

Eddie’s eyes widen as he shakes his head. You take his hand in yours as you lead him to the group. “Come on. I’ll play with you.” You both sit in the circle as the game begins. He watches your face light up as you laugh along with the other students. 

An unfamiliar feeling ignites in his belly. She looks so beautiful when she smiles. 

“Ok, Y/N. Your turn.” You playfully sigh as you spin the glass Coke bottle on the ground. It circles around quickly before stopping on your best friend sitting next to you. Eddie and you exchange a glance. 

“Well, go on. Kiss the freak.” Jason Carver cackles. You both turn and glare at him. 

“Shut up, Carver.”, Steve defends from across the circle. “No one has to kiss anyone they don’t want to.”

Eddie didn’t understand why at the time but that sentence bothered him as well. It’s not that he didn’t want to kiss you. You were his best friend and he just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. 

He suddenly felt your soft hands grab his cheeks and pull his lips toward yours. It was a gentle kiss but that feeling that sparked within Eddie, ignited in your stomach as well when his mouth connected with yours. The sound of awes caused him to pull away and a tiny whine escaped at the sudden distance. 

From that moment on, you never really looked at him the same and it didn’t help that as the years passed, he got steadily more attractive. He grew out his hair and started dressing more like the metalheads you both watched on MTV. Eddie’s body had stretched out to where he was now towering above you with his broad shoulders that the leather jacket he always wore framed him well. 

Your heart fell when he spent the night at your house and he casually mentioned losing his virginity. 

“It was really weird at first but then felt really good.” His hands were behind his head as he laid on his back on the air mattress from his spot on the floor. 

“Oh?” You were thankful he couldn’t see your face but prayed he wouldn’t hear the heartbreak in your tone. 

“Yeah…”, he pauses for a moment before he speaks to you again. “Have you, um…?”

You force out a laugh. “Eddie, don’t you think I would have told you if I had?”

“Princess, you need to get out there. You are so beautiful and sweet. You have a lot to offer a guy.”

You smile into the darkness. “I mean, there’s a guy I’ve liked for a while but…it’s complicated.”

Eddie had other partners since then but no relationship ever stuck. You did try going on a few dates but none of them made you feel the way your best friend did. 

He made his way up the steps heading for your room but paused at the top of the stairs when he heard what sounded like moaning. Eddie took cautious steps till he reached your door that was open just a crack. His breathing stuttered slightly at the display in front of him. 

You were sprawled out on your bed in one of his shirts that was baggy on your tiny frame. One of your hands was between your legs, moving under your cotton panties while the other massaged your breast underneath his shirt. Your eyes were squeezed shut as your tongue ran across your bottom lip. 

Absent mindedly her reached down and started palming his groin through his jeans. The sound of your moans was the prettiest sound he had ever heard. 

“Eddie.” 

He froze at the sound of his name. Had he heard you correctly? Or did he just hear what he wanted to hear?

“Eddie, baby, please. Faster.” Your fingers began pumping faster into your core. 

The wood creaks as he leans his forehead against your door frame making you jump and immediately withdraw your hand. 

“No! Wait!” He enters your room, closing the door gently behind him. “Please. Keep going.” Your eyes follow his as he comes to sit at the end of your bed. When you don’t move, he slowly reaches for your ankle, pulling you leg back flat against the mattress. “Please.”, he begs again.

You swallow nervously, sliding your other leg back to its original position. You glide your hand under the waistband of your panties, grazing your clit before pushing your middle finger back into your entrance. 

Eddie groans as his own hand comes back rub against his cock that was now practically begging to be released from its denim prison. 

“Is… is that all you can fit? One finger?” You shake your head, whimpering as you insert your ring finger into your now dripping hole. Eddie moans as he sees the glistening slick between your legs. He hesitantly reaches his hand towards you again. “Is it ok if we take these off?”

You hold your breath as his fingers grab the top of your underwear, nodding your head in his direction. He slides them down your legs and tosses them to the floor. With his palm, he pushes your thigh opening your legs further apart. 

“Fucking hell, Sweetheart.” Without being prompted, you reinsert your fingers into your pussy. “Do you, um,” Eddie licks his lips as his eyes flick up to yours for a moment. “Do you want some help?”

You swallow down a moan as you nod. He reaches out with his thumb, grazing your clit as he firmly rubs circles against it. 

“Eddie.” 

God, if hearing you moan his name like that was the last sound he ever heard, he would still die a happy man. His eyes watch your face as he reaches down with one hand to unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and pull out his cock. He runs his tongue down his palm before he leans back down to stroke himself. 

You feel your mouth water at the sight of him. “Eddie, oh my god.” Your thrust your fingers faster into your pussy. “You’re so big. Fuck. I want to feel you inside of me.”

He mewled as his head fell between your legs, pushing your hand out of the way as his mouth wrapped around nub. You cried out at the unexpected but welcome intrusion. Tangling your hands in his hair, you held onto him as he devoured you. His head and tongue moved quickly as your eyes rolled back. 

“Just like that, Eddie. Please. Oh my god. Yes!”

Both his palms came up to hold your legs open as he felt your body shutter. You moaned his name as you came on his lips and he welcomed the taste of you. 

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and crawled up your body, placing kisses on your forehead down to your cheeks. “Can I kiss you?”

A smile spreads across your face as you open your eyes to look up at him. “I think we’re past the point of you needing to ask.”

Eddie’s lips hover over yours. “I know. I just like hearing you tell me you want something like that from me.”

Your hand comes up to caress his cheek. “Yes, Eddie. You can kiss me.”

As soon as his mouth met yours, you were thrust back to that moment playing spin the bottle. Those butterflies came back into your stomach and when he lifted his head again to look down at you, you knew he felt it to. 

“Make love to me, Eddie.”

He let out a shaky sigh, climbing off of you as he sat upright on the end of your bed. “Have you done that before?” He can’t hide the moan that leaves him when you say no. 

“I’ve never met anyone that made me feel the way you do.”

He chuckles under his breath as his eyes shift to his feet. “I never in a million years that you would want a freak like me.”

You grip his chin and turn his head to face you. “Eddie Munson, you are not a freak.”

You lean your lips to his and he deepens your kisses, reaching his hands up to cup your face. Eddie grabs the bottom of your shirt, lifting it over your head. His eyes scan down your now completely naked form. 

“So gorgeous.”

“What about you?”, you ask as you run your hand over his chest. He rises from your bed, undressing as quickly as he can. “Do you have anything?”

“Uhhhhh…” He circles around his feet looking for the jeans he just tossed aside making you laugh. “Ah!” Eddie tugs on the chain until his wallet comes into view. He pulls out a condom, placing it between his teeth before tossing his stuff back on the ground. 

You lean your chin on his shoulder after he hops back on to the bed, watching him as he tears at the wrapper and slides the rubber over his cock. “Do you want me to…?”

“Oh, no, Princess. Trust me, watching you got me rock hard. I, uh, I want to feel you.”

You chew on your bottom lip as you blush. Eddie smiles at you, gently pushing you back on your pillows as he crawls on top of you. 

“Are you ready?” You nod, circling your arms around him as you cling to his shoulders. His lips trace your jawline, down to your neck. His voice comes out gruff against your ear. “Can you say it?”

You turn your face close to his. “I’m ready for you, Eddie.”

He moaned as he guided himself through your folds and into your entrance. His hips were pumping into you slowing as he pushed his cock in inch by inch. You whimpered as you felt him pull out and then push deeper inside of you. One particular thrust made you groan in pain and Eddie’s head lifted up to look down over your face. 

“Is it too much?”

“No. No, I’m okay. It’s…”, as he hits a spot deep inside you, your eyes close as your mouth opens into an O. “Eddie, don’t stop. It’s starting to feel really good.”

“Baby, you keep moaning my name like that, I’ll do anything you ask me.” He began pumping his hips a little faster. “Can I ask you something?” You nod as your nails scratch down his back. “Hey, look at me.”

You open your eyes as much as you can to meet his. Eddie’s lips hover over yours as he whispers, “Is this what you thought about when you were touching yourself? Me fucking you deep like this? Tell me, Princess. I want to make all of your fantasies come true.”

An almost obscene moan echoes from your throat as your pussy tightens around him at his words. His eyes fall shut as his forehead meets your own. “What did you say before I interrupted you? Harder?” His pace slowed as he thrust into you, his hips smacking against yours. 

“Eddie!”

“That’s it, Sweetheart. Say my name like that as you cum. Please. It sounds so fucking sexy coming out of your mouth. It drives me crazy.”

His head dropped into your neck as you clung to him, trying to get him as close to your body as you could. The coil in your stomach snapped and you shouted out his name as you came around him. His rhythm picked up pace again as your body trembled underneath him. You continued to whisper his name into his ear as he grunted against you. 

You felt his hips sputter and after a few more lazy thrusts he came into the condom. Eddie gently pulled out of you, removing the protection, and throwing it into the trash by your bed. He fell to your side, his nose pressed against your face. His arm wrapped around your chest as the pad of his thumb caressed your other cheek. 

“Are you okay?”

You roll on your side to face him, slinging your arm over him. “Yeah. That was…amazing.” He flashed you a soft smile as his thumb came down to graze your lips. “Was I good? I mean…I know you’re more experienced than I am.”

Eddie’s eyebrows knitted together like when he was doing Math homework. “First of all, I’ve only been with like two girls. I wouldn’t say that’s ‘experienced’. You make it sound like I’m Gene Simmons or something.” Your laugh makes his own smile grow. “Secondly, I’ve never experienced anything like that. This was different. You’re different. There’s a reason you’re my best friend.”

You lean over and kiss his lips, giggling as he pulls you on top of him. You glance over at the clock on your bedside table. “Oh shit. My parents will be home soon. They love you but my dad will kill you if he sees us like this.” Eddie chuckles as you roll off of him, reaching on the floor to get his clothes. 

“Hey, um, I guess we’re kind of doing this backwards but do you want to come grab a bite to eat with me?”

“Eddie, are you asking me out on a date?”

He grins as he leans over and places a peck on your forehead. “Something I should have done a long time ago.”

[sortofanobsession]

omg I’m so glad you’re alive and I hope you’re feeling better. Can’t wait to read your Ted lasso writing again<3

Author's Note: ask and you shall receive...

Content warning: injury, hospital, surgery, anxiety, fear, cussing (it's Roy so duh) Crying.

Paring: Roy/Jamie

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Ao3

No Show Roy-o

Jamie paced the locker room. The team just watching him. 

Everyone's eyes snap to the door when someone starts to open it but they are disappointed when Ted and Beard walk in. The two coaches look at each other and then the team before heading into the office. 

"Okay, something is wrong," Ted says as he sets his backpack down. 

"Clearly," Beard replies. 

Ted watches the team through the window and notices all the attention on Tartt. Well, then he knew where to start.

"What's wrong, Jamie?" Ted asks as he approaches the striker. 

"Roy didn't show for training this morning and he isn't here yet."

"Has he ever missed before?" 

"The man actually lives to wake me up at 4 am to order me around," Jamie states. "No, he never misses. Not without a text at least."

"Did you call him?"

"I'm not daft," Jamie huffs. "Several times. No answer. Now it goes to voicemail."

"Some of us tried too," Isaac says. "Nothing."

"Keeley hasn't been able to ring him either," Jamie says. "Should I call his sister?"

"You have his sister's number?"

"For emergencies, and Phoebe," Jamie admits. 

"Hold on, you have contact with Roy's niece?" Ted asks. "She's what? 8?"

"That's really the important part to you now?" Jamie asks.

"Kinda, odd friendship there," Ted admits. 

"She insists I'm Roy's best friend, and Roy says it's for emergencies. She has a very different definition of emergencies, like you said, she's 8."

"Okay, fine," Ted says. He could let that go for now.  

"Do you think this counts as an emergency?" Jamie asks. 

"Let's see if he is doesn’t show, not just later than normal," Ted says. 

But when time comes to head out to the pitch and Roy still isn't there Jamie cracks and texts Roy's sister. She texts him back that she'll check his place. And that gives Jamie some reassurance as he begins training. He gives Ted his phone in case she or Roy calls. Ted initially thought it was silly, but about an hour in she does call. She tells Ted that Roy wasn't there and the fact he isn't answering for her is unusual. Roy would never ignore a call from her or Phoebe. But she also insists that Roy can handle himself. And she'll let them know if she hears anything. And that makes Ted a bit nervous. They were just about to take a break when Phoebe called Jamie. She is crying and Ted actually does call Jamie over for this one. And Jamie, still in his kit, drags Ted inside. Changes only his boots while still on the phone and whispers to Ted to get what he needs. 

"Where are we going?" Ted asks but does as Jamie says because something feels very wrong here. 

"The fucking hospital," Jamie hisses, not to be mean but more so Phoebe doesn't hear. 

"Oh, that's bad, yeah, let's go." Ted nods and follows Jamie’s lead. 

"We're on the way Phoebe, just stay there." 

Phoebe runs over and hugs Jamie when she sees him.

"Hey, Phoe," Jamie says and despite the fact she is 8 years old, Jamie hauls her up into his arms for a hug. And Ted is almost envious of how easy that seemed for him. But Ted is still very confused. "You remember Coach Ted?" Jamie asks her. She nods as Jamie sets her down. 

"Hi Phoebe," Ted says. "Are you okay?" Ted asks. 

She shrugs and looks over. Ted sees a doctor he had met before, but she looked out of place in street clothes. 

"Hey, Doc." Jamie hugs her. "What happened?"

"Still trying to sort that out," she says.

"You're Roy's sister?" Ted finally asks. 

"Oh sorry, yeah, Coach Lasso, Doc. Doc, Coach Lasso."

"Thanks Jamie," Ted says at the less than helpful introduction but Jamie is already being pulled away to the waiting area by Phoebe. 

"How much did Jamie tell you?" 

"Absolutely nothing," Ted admits. 

She shakes her head. "Right, Roy was brought in about a half hour ago. A friend of mine on shift recognized him and called me. They think he was hit by a car but we have no idea."

"Oh wow, I am so sorry, that-" Ted starts to say but she stops him.

"Thank you, he's in surgery now, I assume you will want to let Ms. Welton know. He might be out for a while."

"Yeah, right, good calls must run in the family," he says. 

"Something like that," she says before going to check on Phoebe. 

She leans in and whispers to Jamie that Roy is in surgery and it's a waiting game now. 

Ted calls Rebecca and Beard, then Keeley. Keeley is there in less than twenty minutes.

"Keeley?" Jamie asks when he sees her. She hugs Phoebe and then him. 

"Ted called," she says and smacks his arm. 

"What was that for?"

"You didn't call me!"

"I was busy with her," Jamie says, gesturing to Phoebe. Thankfully she had her headphones on and was curled up in a chair. 

"Fine, that is an acceptable excuse. Here," she hands him a bag. "I ran by Nelson Road and got your stuff. Sam had made sure it was packed up. They're all pretty worried."

"They aren't the only ones," Jamie glances at Phoebe. 

"Does Ted know?" 

She glances out the window to where Ted was clearly on the phone with Rebecca or Higgins.

"Know what?"

"About you and Roy?" She says.

"Nah, didn't know if I should tell him. We haven't talked about it."

"Well, I think this might genuinely blow your cover."

"Hasn't yet," Jamie says.

"Jamie, I know you. You're managing right now because of Phoebe, but the minute you see him, you-"

"I know," Jamie seems to deflate. "I am trying so hard but-" 

"Oh babe," she hugs him and grimaces. "I love you, Jamie but do us all a favor and change. I'll stay with her."

"Yeah, right, okay," Jamie says as he heads to the toilets to change. 

"Where's Jamie?" Ted asks when he gets back.

"Changing out of his kit, Ted there is something I need to tell you, the boys might get mad, but Jamie is going to need someone and as much as he tries to hide it he is terrified."

"Okay, lay it on me," Ted says.

"Roy and Jamie have been secretly dating since just after international break."

"Wow," Ted says. "That's…new information." He admits. "Does explain why he has Roy's sister in his phone. And why he was so worried when Roy didn't show up for training." 

"They were keeping it a secret because well, for a lot of reasons, but I believe that ship might have sailed based on the fact Jamie didn't even change out of his kit."

"Did change his boots," Ted says.

"Probably not easy to drive in," she says.

"Probably," Ted agrees. 

"Please don't make a big deal out of it, Jamie wasn't going to say anything because he wasn't sure if Roy would want him to, but Jamie brought you for a reason. He brought you because he trusts you and Roy trusts you. And I know you won't hold this against them."

"Heck no, I'm glad they have each other, just surprised is all. You think Jamie is just a ticking time bomb in this one?"

"Definitely," Keeley nods. "And I'm not sure what will set him off."

"Thanks for the heads up, I'll keep this between us unless something happens."

"Thank you, Ted." 

Keeley heads back to work after they promise to keep her in the loop. Roy's sister comes back a bit later to tell them that Roy was out of surgery but it would be a bit before anyone could see him.

"You should be at training," is the first thing out of Roy Kent's mouth when they walk in. He glares at Jamie. 

"Uncle Roy!" Phoebe rushes over and hugs him as best as she can.

"Hi, Phoebe," he says before looking at Jamie. 

"You really think I would stay at training after they called me?" Jamie challenges.

"Yes, not much you can do here," Roy says.

"How hard did that car hit you?” Jamie narrows his gaze at him. “Because clearly your brain is rattled, old man." 

"How you feeling, Roy?" Ted asks to get the two to quit being so grumpy.

"Like I got hit by a car," Roy states.

"You did," Phoebe sniffles. 

"I'm okay, kid," he says. Earning a scoff from Jamie. Roy glares at him. "You should-"

"Oh, Jamie Tartt's not going anywhere," Ted assures him. "Rebecca already knows you'll be out for a while, and sorry boys, but the cats out of the bag on this one."

"You told him," Roy glares at Jamie again.

"I did not," Jamie looks just as shocked. 

"Keeley told me," Ted says. "Because she was worried Jamie was handling it too well."

"Of course she was," Jamie complains. 

"You did cry, like a lot earlier," Phoebe says. 

"Thanks for that, Phoe," Jamie says, his tone less than amused at being called out by a literal child.

"Phoebe, why don't you help me find your mom and call Keeley," Ted says. 

She seems to weigh her options.

"And stop by the vending machines," Ted adds.

"Okay," she hugs her uncle again before following Ted out. Roy looks over at Jamie and can tell he really is hanging in by a thread.

"I'm fine," Roy says. And Jamie doesn't even say anything, just crawls in the bed beside Roy. Roy grunts but manages to shift a bit to make them both fit. "Better?" Roy asks once Jamie is practically molded into his side. 

"Yes, much," Jamie says and he buried his face in Roy's shoulder. 

"Why am I not surprised?" Roy's sister says when she walks in. 

"Not my idea," Roy says.

"Not complainin' though, yeah?" Jamie counters.

"Tear his stitches and I'm banning you myself, Tartt," she says.

"Ouch, Doc," Jamie says. "But fair."

She hums as she sets to checking his vitals. 

“Pain?” She asks.

He grunts.

“Roy,” she starts but Jamie beats her to it. 

“It's either now or you have to admit it when Phoebe gets back,” Jamie says. And whether it is because he's right or that Jamie's so close to losing it Roy knows he needs to answer. 

“Fine, 6.”

“Right,” his sister says.

She makes a few notes.

It was quiet again when she left. 

“Are you mad?” Jamie asks.

“That I got hit by a fucking car?” Roy counters. That seemed like an obvious question. Of fucking course he was. He could have died. His mind circles back as Jamie shifts. 

“That people know,” Jamie corrects. “About us.”

Roy considers it as best he can with painkillers in his system. And he really doesn't fucking care because Jamie is there with him and despite how he was acting before he was glad he was there. It had been terrifying to think he might die when he has people that need him. 

“No,” Roy finally answered. “Needed you here, and if that's the fucking cost. Fine.”

“Good, because I think the team knew something was up, but that might have been because I couldn't sit still.”

“When have you ever fucking sat still?” Roy posits.

“This was worse,” Jamie tells him. “I'm sure Will is going to be pissed at the state of my boots. Pacing constantly on a hard surface.”

“Well get you new fucking boots,” Roy assures.

“Least of my worries, love,” Jamie admits, carefully shifting so he can see Roy's face. “Scared the shit out of me when I couldn't- you weren't answering. No one could find you. You never-”

“Fuck,” Roy says because Jamie has tears streaming down his face and he hates when that happens. He hates that it's because of him, even if he had no say in what happened to him. Despite the ache it causes Roy reaches up and brushes as many of those tears away as he can without risking his stitches. “I'm-”

“Don't!” Jamie starts to pull away. The striker knew what he was about to say. Jamie vehemently shakes his head, causing Roy's hand to have to fall back to the bed. “You are not fucking fine, Roy,” Jamie states, and it was clear what little hold Jamie had on his feelings was slipping. “Because I’m not! Phoebe isn’t either. You nearly died! I can't…do you think I want to do any of this shit without you? Because I fucking don't.”

“Not fucking asking you to,” Roy says, and it probably comes out more aggressive than he intended because Jamie was no longer tucked against his side. The footballer was on his feet, having wound himself up to pacing again. And Roy's chest always gets tight when Jamie does that shit. He needs Jamie to be okay. But he knows he probably said that wrong when Jamie glares at him. 

“You didn't fucking have to,” Jamie retorts. And that's fair. 

“Fucking hell,” Roy grumbles, attempting to sit up so he can better track Jamie's movement. 

“Don’t do that,” Jamie grumbles as he moves back to help him. “Hurt yourself and your sister will boot me.”

“Then quit fucking pacing,” Roy tugs at Jamie's arm until he sits on the edge of the bed. Roy sighs, ignoring the ache in his ribs as he does. 

“I'm not fucking dying, Tartt. Fucking doctors made sure of it.”

“Barely,” Jamie says.

“But they fucking did, and that's fucking that.”

Jamie scoffs but doesn't bother arguing. He was anxious and still thinking about how much worse things could have been, and how much could still go wrong.

“Look at me, Tartt,” Roy demands. Jamie does. “I know this is a fucking mess, but I will be fucking fine. You know why?” Jamie shrugs. “Because you lot won't stop until I am. You, my sister and Ted fucking Lasso, are all fucking determined. Throw in Keeley and that fucking team. I probably won't get a fucking quiet moment til I'm back at the dog track. So fucking do it.”

“Are you telling me to take care of you?” Jamie asks. 

“Going to fucking do it anyway, yeah?”

“Of course,” Jamie nods. “What do you need me to do?”

“You're here, so things are already fucking better,” Roy states. That has warmth spreading through Jamie's chest because Roy has less filter than most, but it would appear he has even less now. And it's oddly sweet.

“Yeah, I'm here,” Jamie says as he shifts to prop his knee up on the bed and takes Roy's hand in his. The fact Roy seems to relax even more has Jamie smiling for what feels like the first time all day. “And you heard the gaffer, I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me.”

“Good, going to need help with the kid,” Roy says. “She is going to be impossible to get rid of.”

“Don't lie Kent, you love every second of it. You love that kid.”

“Not the only fucking one,” Roy states. 

“That loves Phoebe? Of course not, she's adorable and-”

Roy squeezes his hand. 

“That I love, you fucking muppet. Sometimes I wonder why but fucking hell, Tartt. I fucking love you.”

Jamie grins. “Fucking love you too, you prick.”

Roy tugs him until Jamie lays back down beside him. There is a knock at the door. Jamie goes to get up but Roy doesn't let him. 

“Well aren't you two adorable,” Ted says as he and Phoebe come in. 

“Fuck off, Lasso,” Roy grunts.

“Uncle Roy,” Phoebe starts.

“I know, kid,” Roy says. 

“Your mum probably knows where his wallet is more than he does,” Jamie says.

“Could probably finally cash out that tab I've heard about,” Ted adds.

“Oi, don't give her fucking ideas.”

“That's two,” Ted states. 

“Fucking hell,” Roy mutters, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the pillows. 

“Three,” Phoebe giggles. 

“I got you,” Jamie quietly tells Roy. Jamie grabs his wallet from his locker and tosses it to Phoebe. Phoebe gives him a look. “He's been through it, so I'll take the hit for him.” Jamie grins. Phoebe just shrugs and takes three quid from him.

“Now he owes you,” Phoebe says, setting his wallet on the table by his phone, which he had set aside to focus on Roy when he initially crawled into the bed. 

Roy glares at him, but it doesn't bother the striker. 

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The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 13 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The maid of Mr. Barnes Part 13 - Dreamless night // Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: injuries

Summary: Bucky comes home and you take care of him.

A week passes by after your date with Bucky. If you want to be honest, you were worried about the changes that may happen in your work after the first official date with the mobster, but your fears were unnecessary. You wake up, make coffee and breakfast for the others and yourself, and do your tasks around the house. You clean the rooms and wash the dirty dishes every now and again. You and Bucky can keep your relationship professional even though you are sure his men are already guessing about his soft spot for you, and his closest friends already know about what is happening between you and him. You have a feeling that the only reason he didn't claim you yet in front of the others is your comfort.

Being alone with him is different, though.

"Did you call for me?" You ask your boss when you step into his office after a quick knock and a muffled answer. "Yes," he nods, standing up and not stopping until you are in his arms. He hugs you close to himself, kissing you. "I missed you," he hums against your lips. "We had breakfast half an hour ago," you laugh, leaning back to see him better. "And it was a long time," he nods.

After your first date, Bucky becomes much more outright. He hugs and kisses you every time you have a few moments alone. There is always something on your bed when you retire for the night. He bought you flowers, sweets, and matching earrings for the flowery necklace. And you have no idea how you should reciprocate it.

"And I called you because I have some business tonight," he adds. "I don't know when I will be back home." "Is it dangerous?" You ask him, frowning. "Nothing serious," he says, kissing the back of your hand. "I just wanted you to know that your afternoon is free today." "Okay," you nod. Your mind is still on the dangerous part, and Bucky notices it. A smile spreads on his lips, cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips. "I will be fine, Bunny," he hums.

But guess what? He won't be okay!

It's already the middle of the night, and you are still awake. You sit in the living room, trying to watch the TV, but your attention turns to the foyer every few minutes. You hope for the familiar rumble of his car or the quiet click of the entrance door. The house is uncomfortably empty, and no matter how much you want to go to sleep, you know you can't do it. You can't sleep until you know Bucky is at home.

You grimace at the thought. So that's what waiting for you? Will you spend long nights awake, waiting for Bucky? Hoping he is fine and safe? Does it worth it? Can you do this?

You are deep in thought when the entrance door finally opens with your boss behind the thick wood. You can almost hear your heart stop beating for a few seconds as you stare at each other.

Dried blood plastered on his skin, no matter how much he tried to wipe it off. There is a cut between his stormy blue eyes and a gash on his left cheekbone. A bruise is already forming around his eyes. His lips open to say something, then close shut when he has nothing to say. He hoped you were asleep or, at least in your room, so you don't have to see him like this.

Turning off the TV, you make your way to him. You want to ask him a million things, but you decide to keep your mouth shut. It's not the right time. Something went horribly wrong. It's hard to look at him and not just because of his wounds. He looks tired, disappointed, and sad. Tilting your head, you look him over. His shirt is stained with his blood, but his knuckles are unharmed. He didn't fight? Or he couldn't? You want to ask him, you open your mouth to ask him, but in the end, you choose differently. "Come," you tell him, reaching out for his hand with a gentle squeeze to pull him with yourself up to the stairs. He follows you without a word, watching you take out the first aid kit while he sits on the edge of the bathtub in his bathroom.

Cupping his face softly, you keep him in place, cleaning his wounds and washing off the blood from his face. You can feel his eyes on you the whole time, and when you look up at him, you smooth your thumb over the dark bruise around his eye. He sighs at the feeling, leaning into your touch. "Do you want me to do something?" You ask. Your voice is still quiet and calm. "I need a shower," he says, and you nod, a bit embarrased. "Do you want me to help?" A small smile pulls on his lips. "No, Bunny. I can do it myself." "Okay," you reply. "Do you need something? Should I call Steve and Sam?" "No, I will talk to them tomorrow," he clears his throat, kissing your palm before standing up. "But could you stay for the night? With me?" "Of course," you smile at him. "I will wait for you outside." "Thank you."

You sit on the edge of the bed in the dark room, listening to the monotonous sound of the shower until it stops, and Bucky steps out of the bathroom after a few more minutes. He looks much better, but he still seems tired and sad. Dark sweatpants hang low on his thin waist, leaving his upper body bare in front of your eyes. The dim lights emphasize the curves of his muscles and another bruise on the right side of his ribs.

"How are you feeling?" You ask. "Are you sure you shouldn't go to the hospital?" He smiles again, stepping in front of your to pull you up from the bed for a tight hug. "I'm fine, Bunny," he sighs, inhaling your scent as he buries his face into the curve of your neck. His arms are around your waist, keeping you against him for long seconds. "Let's go to sleep," you tell him after a while, caressing his arms until he lets you go. "Okay," he hums, kissing your forehead before letting you go and climbing up on the bed.

He is already under the covers when you still stand at the end of the bed, unsure what to do. He wants you to sleep next to him? In his bed? A lazy smile pulls on his lips as he watches you with heavy eyelids. "Hop in, Bunny." "I'm coming," you murmur, a bit offended at the fact that he can make you embarrassed and flustered even when he is half-asleep.

Forcing yourself to move, you climb up on the bed, laying down on the other side, far enough from him. Your whole body is tense, and your mind is buzzing. He seems too close and too far at the same time. You can feel the scent of his shower gel settling over you, and your whole body craves the warmth of his closeness.

"Oh, Bunny," he sighs, reaching out for you and pulling you to his side with ease. He adjusts you in his arms, putting your arm on his stomach while your head is on his chest. His heart beats under your ear. "Sleep now," he whispers, keeping his arms around you as his closeness cocoons you into a dreamless sleep.

[dantegreaves00]

Whatever it takes

Jacob x Gender Neutral Reader

This is a story for my good friend @brunos-wife360 I hope you enjoy and that you like it.

This was so fun to write.

Request for Dead Island are open I mainly write FtM readers, but I will write for male readers or gender neutral readers.

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"Hold on tight and when I tell you to jump, jump" Jacob said to me as we held onto the wheel of the evacuation flight. As the plane got higher and higher in the sky I didn't take notice to the wind blowing against my exposed arms, all I was focused on was the feeling of Jacobs arms around my waist keeping my body pressed to his.

"Ok now jump and pull yourself up, I'll make sure you don't fall" Jacob said as he helped me get into the safety of the aircraft. Once we were both in the luggage storage we walked towards the ladder that led to the main seating area.

"Tickets please" said an Irish woman with green hair, "sorry, must have left our tickets in my other jacket" Jacob replied.

"This will do" the woman said as she took Jacobs cigar from his mouth,Jacob scoffed before grabbing my hand and leading me towards a couple of empty seats.

"Hey, breath love, we're safe now" Jacob whispered in my ear as he rubbed his hand on my shoulder.

'His behaviour isn't helping my crush on him' I thought.

Suddenly, we heard a girl scream as a zombie bit into her neck. Chaos erupted as our evacuation flight got shot down and I felt my body being slung from my seat.

●●Time skip●●

Jacob's POV

I woke up to feel a piece of metal stabbing my stomach. Pulling out the cause of my current frustration, I looked around for Y/N, but in my dazed state, I couldn't see them.

"Shit Jay get it together, find a med kit, then look for Y/N" I told myself.

After finding a med kit, I finally exit the crash. As I'm wondering around I can't find any trace of Y/N. It's like they disappeared completely.

Each body I come across I pray that it's not them. Why couldn't I have just told them before now, will I ever get the chance.

In the distance I see a flare go off and my hope of finding Y/N doubles. As I'm making my way towards the flare, I see a person but as I approach they disappear.

Reaching another part of the wrecked plane, I find out who was setting off the flares. It was some jackass who had blood coming from his ears and a destruate celebrity and her lap dog I mean PA.

The next hour goes by in a blur as I have to kill a bunch of zombies only to get bit by one of the people who I was risking my life to save.

●●Time skip●●

I finally make my way to Emma Jaunt's place when I pass out only to wake up hand cuffed to a treadmill. After fighting more zombies and shutting the gate I then decide to make my way to the Halberin Hotel to try and contact the authorities.

●●Time skip●●

Y/N's POV

I've been at the Sterling Hotel for awhile now after being found by a young woman named Tisha. She's alright but for some reason I don't trust her father Dr Reed, he seems like he's up to something, that he knows more than he's letting on.

My thoughts keep drifting to Jacob, is he still alive? Is he trying to find me?

Last time I ventured out to see if I could find him I was bit but somehow I'm immune. I haven't told anyone about it as I don't trust any of them. But Lola, she found me after I was bit and helped me through it. She explained what I am and how to bounce back from hitting rock bottom.

I suddenly hear commotion coming from the entrance, my curiosity gets the better of me and I make my way towards Denise.

What I saw made me gasp. It was Jacob, in all of his devil may cry attitude. Did he get taller or is he just carrying himself differently?

"No way, Y/N, is that you?" He asked as he approached me, I couldn't speak so I just nodded my head. I didn't expect him to come charging at me for a hug.

The hug was tight, both of us seemed to be trying to break the others bones. We didn't want to let the other go.

"Ah, you two know each other then?" Dr Reed asked as made his way over to us.

"Yeah, we've been friends since before I moved to LA to be a stuntman, they moved with me" Jacob responded all while still hugging me.

"Well then, Y/N, why don't you show Jacob here to the room you're staying in so he can rest" The doctor said "Sure" I replied, "come on Jay, this way" but before we could go any further Dr Reed whispered in Jacob's ear "Meet me in my office later and we'll talk about your specialness".

Once we made it to my room Jacob grabbed my hand and kissed me.

"Shit love, I probably messed up but I couldn't help myself, Y/N, I've been dying to tell you how I feel for years now but I was too scared to, I love you. I was going to tell you once we got on the evacuation flight but well it didn't wor.." before he could finish I kissed him.

"Jacob, I feel the same, I wanted to tell you before but I didn't think that you felt the same" I told him after we broke the kiss to breath.

●●Time skip●●

Jacob's POV

It was night time, and I had just returned to the room after my meeting with Dr Reed. All I wanted to do was crash onto the bed and fall asleep next to the love of my life. Y/N was sitting in bed, the covers over their legs while they read one of the books that was in the room.

"So, what did the Dr want?" They asked as I face planted onto the bed.

"It turns out I'm immune and he wants me to get a blood sample to prove it" I told them.

"I don't trust him Jay, there is just something about him that makes me nervous" they told me once I had gotten under the cover with them.

"Hey, no matter what happens, I'll protect you, I thought I lost you but now I'm never letting you go" I said before letting out a yawn.

As I watched Y/N sleep I thought about what they said, maybe Dr Reed is up to no good, but right now my immunity didn't matter. As long as I had Y/N then I'll do whatever it takes to keep them safe.