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vervainandspritz · 8 months ago

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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.

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ihaznoclue · 2 months ago

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Hello there, I just want to say I love your stuff and wanted to request something if you don’t mind and if your requests are open still for spots

I would like to request of katsuki Bakugo from my hero academia

you are Bakugo are basically dating during your time at UA

You the caring younger girlfriend or boyfriend

While Bakugo is the overprotective older boyfriend

so like he is over protective of you while you always take care of him if he’s overworking or training himself or that you patch him up after a hero thing

You can ignore if you want to :)

Pairings -> Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> You take care of Bakugo while he protects you

Genre -> Fluff

Katsuki Bakugo

Everyone says that you are the savior of calming Bakugo down

Bakugo is literally like a grumpy Pomeranian and you are the sweet white cat

Everyone doesn't know how you two got together but it was a long story

Bakugo protects and saves you from danger

While you are the person who takes care of Bakugo even though he knows how to take care of himself but he never argues

He liked when you are taking care for him

Even when he is hurt from hero stuff

One time he came with a pretty bad injury but you were there to heal him

It is a very quiet and cold evening, class 1-A all hanging out in the common room int he dorm building as they all were relaxing after a hard earned day

Bakugo and Kirishima were out on a hero mission with the pro hero Fatgum, you hoped that Bakugo and Kirishima were going to be okay, mostly Bakugo

But you knew he was going to be fine

But you couldn't help but worry as it already been a couple of hours since they first left, you were getting impatient by the second as you were going back and forth

Everyone was worried too but all of them were now getting ready to go to their dorms for the night

Uraraka said that you should go back to your dorm but you declined as you said that you were going to wait, she nodded and she hugged you saying goodnight as she went to her dorm

Now all you need to do it wait, waiting wasn't one of your strong suits but you needed to in order to see if Bakugo was going to be okay

Now it has been a couple of minutes, laying on the couch as you started to feel sleepy yourself, maybe a little nap wouldn't hurt besides you would maybe wake up instantly went you hear the door open

And that's what you did, your eyes felt heavy as you finally rested them

Some more minutes came by as you were sleeping on the couch, a little tug on the knob of the door turned making you wake up instantly to see who it was

The door creaked open, as you heard a familiar gruff and a familiar voice

"Bakugo, try not to move as much man"

"I have to go to Name, tell them that I'm okay"

It was Bakugo and Kirishima, they finally made it, you instantly stood up making the boys freeze up

You finally got to see your boyfriend, but he wasn't in a good state, you ran up to them both as you asked what happened

"Just a villain attack Babe, nothing to much. I'm fine now that you're here"

You clicked your tongue as you asked Kirishima to put him on the couch, you then turned on the lights for the common room as you went to the kitchen to get the first aid kit

Kirishima was still by Bakugo's side which caused you to smile knowing that Kirishima was there to help Bakugo

"Now try not to move as much, who ever did your bandaging did a terrible job"

"That would be shitty hair"

"Hey at least I tried!"

"Kirishima, Hun you look exhausted, you can go to your room and get some sleep, I'll make sure Bakugo is well treated" You then smiled giving him a reassuring nod

Kirishima sighed as he couldn't bare to argue so it did as he was told as he went to his dorm to change and sleep

"Now for you Mister, what happened" You said, now getting everything ready to patch him up properly

"Oh just some fucking villain getting in my way, slashing at my side, nothing bad"

Then he gave out a hiss as he shutted his eyes tightly

"Geez woman, you trying to kill me even more?" He asked

"Sorry..." You mumbled quietly as you focused on his wound, wrapping the bandage around his waist, his arms lifted up in order for you to do that

He than gave you a little pat on the head

"Done" You finally finished wrapping his wound, the blood staining a little bit of it but at least the blood wouldn't be spilling all around anymore

"Now I don't think you are in good condition to move all the way to your dorm, so I reckon you stay and try to sleep on the couch" You asked him

"Tch, If hell I would-" Yous et a glare at him making him shut up

You then sighed "Do you want me to stay with you?" You asked to which Bakugo shrugged meaning that he is saying yes anyways

"First let me turn off the lights and then we'll try to go to sleep, get comfortable and try not to unwrap your wound"

"Sure whatever"

Finally it was time to sleep, you were about to sleep on the other couches but Bakugo stopped you

"The fuck you doing?"

"I'm going to sleep?"

"Not without me you're not, come here would ya?" He then lifted a arm out for you to come to him

"But what if I hurt you-"

"You aren't gonna do shit to me, shorty, I'll be fine"

You looked at Bakugo and sighed, walking over to him as you were now laying on top of him, trying not to move as much in order to not hurt him as much as he is already now

But sooner or later you both fell asleep, in each others arms

-A<3

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egrets-not-regrets · 20 days ago

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Dandelions and Yarrow (5)

Yarrow, like the dandelion, is a tough hardy weed that can survive and grow in harsh conditions.

Amelia goes to Steelix Fortress and finally sees Alcyon’s condition in person. She agrees to watch over her bonded Astartes as he recovers. Alcyon eventually wakes up and he is so normal about it.

**Dialogue in Gothic language is bolded and italicized. **

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Author's Notes: Alcyon is so so normal. TW: Masturbation

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“Alcyon’s in a coma and not responding.�� Eric’s words played repeatedly in her head after their conversation. She stared at her phone gripped tightly in her hand. He said something about their bond breaking which caused this. Regret and shame plagued Amelia’s mind. Why did she lose her temper at him like that? She shouldn’t have said all those things to him. Now look at what happened.

Amelia made her decision. She had to go back to Steelix River. She couldn’t lose Alcyon. Despite what happened between them, he was still her bonded… and… she… she still loved him. If there was some way to save him, she had to at least try.

She turned to Mara, “Mom, I’m sorry to cut my visit short. I need to go back to Steelix River. Something’s wrong with Alcyon.”

“Oh dear! That’s too bad, but don’t let me stop you. Just remember to call me when you get home. Are you going to be alright?”

“I…” Amelia hesitated for a moment before breathing out, her tone resolute, “I will be, Mom. Thanks.” I have to be. She thinks to herself.

She was about to go upstairs to use the computer, Mara’s hand on her arm stopped her. Her mother looked at her worriedly, “If you ever feel like you need help, or you need to come home, just call… ok?”

Amelia hugged her mom reassuringly, “I will. I promise.”

*************

After she got home, Amelia went straight to Steelix Fortress to meet Osteron.

“Alcyon’s dying. He’s in an induced coma right now to slow the effects.” Osteron didn’t mince his words.

Her breath caught in her throat. Alcyon was dying. Even though Eric told her about Alcyon’s condition, he didn’t mention that it was this bad. A spike of regret and fear stabbed through her heart. No. No. Not Alcyon… she might lose him too. What had she done?

The pair nodded to the Iron Warrior standing guard outside the room as they made their way to the bed where Alcyon laid.

She had never seen him in such rough condition. Or this vulnerable, she thought uneasily. The chaos Iron Warrior laid on the bed, unconscious, connected to a machine that measured his vitals. His skin was cold to the touch, much to her worry. Alcyonr was usually very warm to the touch, like a furnace, like most space marines. This wasn’t right. His skin shouldn’t be feeling like this.

Answering Amelia’s confused and worried look, Osteron explained, “The sorcerer said his bond with you is almost completely severed and is only hanging on by a few threads. Since he is intensely bonded to you, a fully broken bond is typically fatal.”

Amelia’s fists tightened, “We had a terrible argument before I left to go home, but I didn’t know it could break a bond like this.” she replied softly.

Picking up on the issue, Osteron inquired, “You said you went home. How far did you travel?”

She mentally calculated, “My hometown is a three hour flight away, so about 2700 kms?”

“There are different ways to break a bond, distance is one of them. It makes sense why he fell ill like this, but it takes about two to three weeks for Astartes to end up in this state, for most cases anyways.” The apothecary hummed thoughtfully.

“I didn’t know.”

She nearly killed Alcyon by being so far away. Amelia covered her mouth, feeling sick to her stomach. Yes, she was undoubtedly scared, angry and heartbroken from what he did and said, but she didn’t want to kill him! Her heart sank, her own ignorance hurt him so badly.

Osteron eyed the scars on Amelia’s neck, “Outside of the argument, did he hurt you physically?”

Ashamed, she looked away, her hand covering the marks Alcyon left. It would do her no good to try to hide it from Osteron, he could easily see through her lies.

“Yes.” She reluctantly confirmed his observation, her voice small and quiet.

Alcyon, you fool. Osteron cursed under his breath. It would explain why their bond was so severely frayed and how he deteriorated to his current state so rapidly. Alcyon was lucky that they had intervened as quickly as they did. Even more so that Amelia was willing to return after whatever harm he did to her. Though to be honest, he didn’t know why. Osteron supposed that strong emotions make baselines make strange decisions, but this will work to his advantage. There weren’t many Astartes around, so collaboratively, the decision was made to preserve as many of their fellow space marines as they could or those worth keeping alive, be they chaos or loyalist.

“There are not many of us here on Ancient Terra and it would be ideal if we could save as many of our brothers as we could.” he explained to Amelia, “I would ask that you assist in Alcyon’s recovery as proximity to their bonded humans helps the Astartes recover at a faster rate in cases like this. if we can pull him out of this at all.”

Without giving time for her to answer, Osteron pulled up a nearby chair and gestured for Amelia to sit, “You need to spend the next two hours here with him so we can monitor his vitals for change. You don’t have to interact with him if you don’t wish to, I suspect your presence and proximity will be enough. We’ll be monitoring you both. If something happens or you don’t want to stay, Brother Erriox is here to pull you out. Once time is up, come see me and I will take a look at your injuries.”

“I… I can do it.” Amelia replied nervously as she settled in the chair next to the unconscious Astartes. Satisfied, the apothecary left the couple to their privacy.

She wasn’t sure what she was more hesitant about, Alcyon potentially waking up while she was there or that Osteron would be seeing the wounds and marks Alcyon left on her. She wasn’t sure how to face Alcyon if he woke up, or if she even wanted to. She wasn’t ready to confront all the things that happened between them. It was tempting to say “no” in all honesty, but guilt kept tugging at her heart to stay. And it was her fault that he ended up like this; it…was the least she could do.

Plus Alcyon was chained to his bed, Erriox was just outside, and she could leave whenever she wanted to. That… gave her some peace of mind.

Amelia stewed in her own anxiety, concluding that she would have to face both options eventually. She just hoped that Osteron wouldn't ask too many questions.

A long while after Osteron left the room, Amelia got up to examine the chaos Iron Warrior for herself. For once, Alcyon looked like he had let his guard down, even though it was forced. His brows were less furrowed, his facial scars and muscles were relaxed. He looked softer, slightly younger, more at ease. She caressed his face, her hand tenderly tracing over the scars around his optics before running her fingers through his cropped grey hair. Amelia brushed over the base of what once was a horn that had grown out of his head like she had done before, feeling the hard texture, wondering what it would have looked like.

She kissed his brow and then pressed her forehead gently against his, “I’m sorry Alcyon. I didn’t know that being so far away from you would hurt you like this…” she whispered.

Her eyes roved over the familiar scars on Alcyon’s body. She placed a hand on his chest, feeling the slow beating of his two hearts, frowning at the rhythm lacking its usual strength.

Amelia sat back down, watching the clock and the displays on the machines, noting how his vital signs seemed a little stronger compared to when she first saw him. She waited as time wound down, every now and then getting up to checking on the unconscious Astartes.

Alcyon dreamt that Amelia was there with him. He didn’t know what she said, all he could focus on was her presence: her scent, her gentle touch, her kiss, her murmuring voice. His bonded was still here. It may be in his dreams, but she was still here. She hasn’t left him yet despite it all… their broken bond crooned out to him to reconnect as strands slowly started to grow. The soreness and pain in his body eased the more he dwelled on Amelia’s presence. It felt like it had been so long since he’s been in the presence of his bonded, that even this dream version of her was a comfort to his soul. Alcyon slept on, relaxed and unaware.

Amelia felt so exhausted by the time she arrived at Alcyon’s room. She was glad that Osteron didn’t ask too many questions outside of the basic when and how, it was already embarrassing enough to show him the injuries that Alcyon left on her body. He checked her wounds, once satisfied, he suggested staying the next several nights at the base before returning home. It made sense, with Alcyon still in such critical condition. The door opened when she punched in the familiar code to Alcyon’s room, thankful that Osteron helped confirm that his code still worked. Amelia wandered in, took a shower, and curled into Alcyon’s bed, quickly falling asleep.

The next day, Amelia went home after work and packed some clothes and toiletries before returning to the base to stay near Alcyon as Osteron requested. Despite Alcyon's state of unconsciousness, she was glad to see that his vital signs had improved somewhat from the day before. Osteron was right, her proximity might be helping in his recovery. Which was a good thing… but she was still apprehensive of Alcyon waking up while she’s there.

The Iron Warrior was still unconscious when Amelia arrived. Her hand rested on his forehead. She breathed a sigh of relief; although Alcyon’s body was still cold, the death-like chill she felt yesterday seemed to have dissipated. Amelia tenderly caressed his face, then moved down to his torso, tracing over the familiar scars on Alcyon’s chest.

She loved him… he was her bonded Astartes still, but it was hard to forget his actions that night. Amelia shuddered. Her heart ached at the uncertainty. Would he hurt her in his anger again, like that night of their argument? She withdrew her hand and sat back down in the chair.

Darkness surrounded him, but he was aware enough to tell that he was not at the base or anywhere he is familiar with. No. This was just his dream state; yet he could not sense an exit. Alcyon tried to get up, but his whole body felt weak and cold, as if something had been draining the energy from him. But now he could feel the warmth of his bond. It wasn’t strong, but it was there, persisting, and he grabbed onto it like a man drowning.

The next day when Amelia visited again, Alcyon’s vitals looked to have stabilized, but he had yet to wake up. Amelia sighed, tenderly caressing Alcyon’s face, brushing off non-existent pieces of hair from him. Her hand drifted to his chest. His heartbeat was stronger than before. She wanted Alcyon to heal, to get better and wake up, but at the same time, Amelia hoped that he wouldn’t wake up while she was there. She shook her head and frowned. It was selfish of her to think that, but it’s just… she wasn’t ready to face him and everything that happened between them yet. She gently patted his chest, “I’m sorry, Alcyon.”

The warmth of the bond ebbed and flowed, Sometimes he could feel the warmth acutely, curling around him like a strong vine. Other times, the bond thins, like a vine drying out from the lack of water. In those moments, Alcyon wasn’t sure whether or not to hold it more tightly or loosely. What if it disintegrates if he was too rough with it? He was too rough with Amelia and look where that got him. He hurt her so badly, it felt like there was no coming back from that. Alcyon loosened his grip, but continued to follow it.

Amelia fell into a routine over the next few days: wake up, breakfast, work, spend time with Alcyon, have dinner, go back to Alcyon’s room to shower and sleep. There were minor improvements to the chaos Iron Warrior’s condition; he had yet to wake up, but some improvement, however small, was still progress. Despite the improvements, it still worried Amelia. Part of it was her guilt in being the cause of his condition, the other deeply rooted part was that she still loved him. How long would it take for Alcyon to wake up? Osteron only gave a range from a few days to several weeks which didn’t settle her uneasiness.

She visited Alcyon again. He was still unconscious. She sighed, stroking his face, caressing old scars. Regret bubbled up in her heart, overriding her fear of him waking up when she was by his side. Amelia supposed that she would cross that bridge when that happened. She pressed her forehead against his, feeling his breath brush against her jaw. “I shouldn’t have said all those things to you. I shouldn’t have left to go so far away.” she whispered mournfully.

Alcyon noticed the bond growing brighter and stronger. He could smell Amelia’s familiar scent. He knew he was close. His steps grew faster until he broke into a run. He yearned to hold her.

Amelia. Wait for me.

“I’m so sorry, Alcyon. Please wake up.” She pressed her lips to his and murmured, “I still love you.”

Unaware that one of his optics had its recording feed turned on the entire time.

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Alcyon woke up.

One of his optics was programmed to automatically start recording whatever was happening any time he went to sleep or became unconscious. Though sound wasn’t recorded, visual feed was usually good enough.

Alcyon played the recording.

He replayed the feed. His hearts nearly stopped.

Amelia had been there with him. He wasn’t dreaming. Alcyon touched his lips, he could tell from his optic feed that Amelia had kissed him. She returned. His bonded had returned! No wonder he could feel his bond’s warmth once again. Hope sparked within him, but it quickly fizzled out when the Iron Warrior looked around. Where was Amelia now? Why did she not stay?

“Welcome back.” a cheerful deep voice joked over the quiet buzzing in the background.

Alcyon focused on his Death Guard cousin standing beside his bed, “How long was I unconscious?”

Polistes answered, idly letting one of his wasps walk over his fingers, “About a week, give or take several hours…” he paused then added, “You are very lucky that Amelia returned to accompany you. Not many baselines would be willing to do that after what you did.”

“I realize that.” the Iron Warrior mumbled. He winced as he sat up and stretched. His body was strangely weak and stiff from disuse, not to mention his prosthetics were taken away. It’s been a long time since he felt this way. Now more clear-headed, Alcyon was disturbed at how easy it was for an intense bond to incapacitate an Astartes. He knew about it previously, but experiencing bond breakage firsthand brought a heightened awareness of a few things: how much his life was intertwined with the bond, how fragile the bond was and how fragile made him, and how important Amelia was to him…

“Where is Amelia?”

“She’s at work.” Osteron’s stern voice replied as he entered with a Thousand Son sorcerer.

“Why didn’t she stay?” Alcyon asked while the apothecary checked the readings on the machines connected to him.

Osteron looked at him as if his bout with bond breakage dulled his mind, “Amelia is still afraid of you. It’s difficult for baselines to forget that type of violence against them… especially from their bonded.”

Of course, the apothecary wouldn’t let him forget it. The memory of his claw ripping through Amelia’s clothes flashed in his mind… had his claw gone any deeper… Alcyon closed his eye, trying to will that dark thought away. He questioned, “If she was so afraid, why did she return to save me?”

Mythras the sorcerer, his eyes glowing with activated psyker powers, answered him, “Out of guilt mostly, and perhaps out of love. Emotions can make baselines do strange and hypocritical things.”

Guilt, love? Or rather out of pity? It was clear from his recorded feed that Amelia still held some degree of affection for him. But what’s the point of bringing him back if only to never see him. Did she not plan to see him again? Only hover within his proximity so to keep this bond and him alive? Did he deserve her love even? Perhaps he deserved this kind of treatment from Amelia since he had gone against the very duty of being her bonded Astartes, his promise of always protecting her to the point of physically hurting her.

Alcyon was so mired in his thoughts of self-hatred and guilt that he nearly missed what Mythras said next. The sorcerer had a satisfied expression on his face after his analysis, “Your bond has recovered to 65% of what it once was. Further recovery will be up to the both of you.”

Osteron reattached his leg prosthetic, warning the chaos warrior, “You are under base arrest until we can be sure that you will not lose your mind nor arbitrarily harm others.”

Alcyon tested his legs; his eyes narrowed upon hearing that, “Then let me see Amelia.” he demanded.

“That would be Amelia’s decision to make. Don’t forget the harm you did to her.” Osteron sneered, annoyed by Alcyon’s insistence. He checked the chaos warrior’s prosthetics and mobility again then dismissed him, “Behave and maybe you’ll see her. Polistes, accompany Alcyon back to his room.”

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As soon as the door to his room closed behind him, Alcyon froze, alert yet confused. His room smelled like Amelia. His bed smelled like her. Had she been here? Slept here too? Alcyon smelled his bed again to confirm his suspicions. It was Amelia’s floral scent, there was no doubt about it. She had been there.

Who’s sadistic prank was this? They needed to stop teasing him before he decided to lose the rest of his mental faculties. If Amelia had slept in his room why didn’t she stay? He wouldn’t have minded if she did.

Alcyon laid in his bed trying and cursed. Her scent was everywhere: on his sheets, his pillow, his blanket. He tried to go to sleep, but his thoughts kept drifting, picturing Amelia sleeping there in his bed, wearing one of his shirts with no pants on, because she for some reason, did not bring her sleeping clothes. His shirt rode up her leg, exposing the expanse of her thigh. Alcyon swallowed the saliva that built up in his mouth. He could still remember the softness of her skin under his hand…

Alcyon’s hand drifted down to palm himself. He wondered if Amelia would pleasure herself on his bed while waiting for his return? Her arousal staining his blanket? His pillow? A deep growl left his chest as he held the pillow to his face and inhaled deeply.

Saliva gathered in his mouth. His cock twitched as his thumb rubbed over the sensitive tip. Vivid imagery played in his mind of Amelia naked, fondling herself, riding the edge of his pillow with his name falling from her lips in quiet gasps while she chased her orgasm. Her gasps turned into moans as she reached completion, her scent and arousal spilling and absorbing into the fabric on which his head laid. The chaos Iron Warrior groaned deeply and bit into his pillow, sucking on the fabric, tasting the fragments of Amelia’s scent left there.

His abdominal muscles tightened and relaxed as Alcyon stroked and tugged on his cock. Precum leaked all over his hand, making his actions smoother. It’s been too long. Gods, he missed Amelia so much. His need for her was overwhelming. Alcyon let out a long breath and licked the drool from the corner of his lips, imagining her hand, her mouth caressing his cock as he stroked himself.

The scene switched in his delirious mind; Amelia was riding him, the soft expanse of her body moving against his scarred torso, Alcyon’s hand squeezing the soft globe of her ass while he bucked into her from underneath. He adjusts his grip on his cock, remembering how her cunt squeezed around him each time he thrust into her. A part of him felt disappointed. It’s not the same. His hand could never replicate the same feeling as her tight, wet heat.

“Alcyon! Please… I need you… Alcyon!” He heard her gasp as she rode him.

“Amelia!” He grunted as he thrust through his fist.

Amelia was his bonded. Amelia was his bonded whose body he claimed and left his marks on. Amelia was his bonded mate who he fucked and claimed over and over again. Amelia was his bond-mate who he memorized the taste and scent of and mapped out her body with his hand and tongue. Amelia was his mate who he vowed to keep and protect. Amelia was his bond-mate who had returned to him; to save him from the torment of their bond that he so carelessly broke. Amelia... Amelia… Amelia... Amelia…

Alcyon moaned her name as his hand gripped tightly, his hips thrusting up, imagining himself spearing deep into her velvet heat; fully sheathed, his pelvis pressed against hers, spilling his seed deep inside. Hot milky cum splattered all over his hand and torso as he came. The Iron Warrior groaned, his hips falling back onto his bed, his spend quickly cooling. With his mind now clear, disappointment and yearning quickly took over again as he knew Amelia wasn’t there with him.

He wiped his hand on his chest, making his way to the shower to clean himself off. Hopefully he could wash away these lustful thoughts of Amelia from his mind so he can focus on sleep again.

He needed his mate, his bonded, the other half to his soul.

Amelia, where are you?

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry #space marine husbandry sentience #chaos iron warriors #oc: alcyon #oc: amelia plover

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lvnleah · 9 months ago

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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.”

#lvnleah #beth mead x vivianne miedema #our little love #rory miedema #chaos fc reader

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ashthewaterghoul · 7 months ago

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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!

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charliemwrites · 1 year ago

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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?

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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.

#asks #my writing #thoughts™️#cod #fanfiction #reader fic #the Scottish cabin in the woods #serial killer au #john soap mactavish #serial killer ghost #🐇 anon

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tornado1992 · 1 year ago

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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.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #they are cosmic truth #they’re brothers your honor #this will have consequences #damn chaos emeralds literally giving him life huh #anyways don’t worry this time this is unrelated to you know what fic haha that one’s worse #i just needed to get this idea out before Wednesday because #✨not very wholesome✨#and now the bros have matching eyes ❤️#hope that doesn’t backtrack or anything

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livsateez · 1 year ago

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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.”

#jeong yunho x reader #ateez x reader

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missuswalker · 1 year ago

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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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dynamic-power · 2 years ago

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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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dantegreaves00 · 11 months ago

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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.

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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.

#dead island 2 #dead island 2 x reader #dead island 2 jacob #trans author

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gwenbrightly · 1 year ago

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(Re) Building the Future Chapter 4

Her entire body hurts, but at the same time she's floating. Weightless. Everything feels so far away. So muted. Her mouth feels cottony and there's a nasty aftertaste of rotten lavender mixed with lemon, along with a slight metallic tang. She feels like puking. Is this what dying feels like?

Dying. Cassie has never really thought that much about death before. Not even when her mom died. Though that was probably because she was too little to really understand things, back then.

But holy heck. The pain is intense. She hurts in places she didn't even know existed. On a pain scale of paper cut to mauled by a bear, she's giving this experience a solid 12/10.

If Cassie is dying, this is probably a good time to regret not leaving a note for anyone to find. Her dad won't know where to look for her. He'll be so worried when he gets back from his trip. So heartbroken when she never comes home. There'll be no more hugs. No more cheesy horror movie nights where they pick apart the horrible special effects and cringy writing. No more Cassie.

Oh, well. At least when she's done dying the pain will stop. Hopefully. Her… Her… Those human spaghetti thingies that allow you to feel pain? … Oh, right. Nerves. That's what they're called. Her nerves are on fire.

She longingly waits to be swept into the sweet oblivion of death, but her body seems to be taking its sweet time with that whole thing. After what feels like hours of agonized waiting, Cassie slowly cracks open one eye, then the other, blinking back tears from the painful blurriness of doing so. Maybe she's already dead and she needs to see heaven in order to accept reality? But no. Unless heaven looks like the inside of the Pizzaplex's Daycare, Cassie hasn't died (yet). Not that being in the daycare makes a lot of sense when the last thing she remembers is falling deep, deep below the sinkhole in Roxy Raceway. So maybe she's hallucinating to make herself feel better about being on the edge of death. Or something.

"Oh, good. I think she's waking up," Cassie hears a voice say. There's more, but she can't quite focus on any of it. Everything is still so foggy. She squints up at the source of the voice, trying to identify it. Milky white eyes come into focus. Cassie screams as everything goes black again.

"Get away from me, you monster!"

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"Vanessaaaa!" Gregory calls, banging loudly on her bedroom door. Cassie has disappeared into the sinkhole and he and Freddy could really use some backup. When Vanessa doesn't immediately reply, he rattles it again and threatens to find his lockpicking kit.

"We've been over this before," an indignant Vanessa finally calls from the other side of the door, "You don't disturb me during Me Time and I don't judge your ability to turn video games into a contact sport or question your choices when you impersonate famous Metubers online."

"I knowwww, but this is an emergency!" Gregory insists, choosing to ignore the comments about his semi-legal internet habits.

"The last time you said that, you and Freddy had nearly succeeded in setting fire to our microwave," Vanessa points out. She sounds tired. Her latest therapy session must have been draining.

"We just wanted to see how many grapes we could explode at once," Gregory mumbles,"but forget about that for now. This is a way bigger emergency than that!"

Vanessa finally cracks her door open. She makes that 'I don't believe a word you're saying' face she's gotten so good at lately. The one with only one eyebrow raised - how does she do that, anyway?

"Uh huh," she says in a tone that matches her facial expression perfectly. How can he get her to listen?

Deciding there's no time to lose arguing with her, Gregory grabs Vanessa's arms and starts to drag her down the hallway as he frantically tries to explain the last few hours of Cassie getting herself into a buttload of trouble.

"Gregory, what the heck?" Vanessa starts to protest, but Gregory keeps bulldozing through his story.

"I… um… Might have hacked into the Pizzaplex's security program awhile back… And today while me and Freddy were playing Fazcraft, I got an alert. And when we checked the feed, somebody - a friend of mine - had gotten into the Pizzaplex and someone who sounded like me - butwasn'tmeIswear!"

"Okay, you need to slow down and breath. I can barely understand you," Vanessa cuts in, worried now. She plants her feet to prevent Gregory from dragging her any further. He tugs on her to no avail. Vanessa isn't going anywhere.

Gregory reluctantly gasps in a fresh breath of air.

"My friend is at the Pizzaplex and somebody talked her into deactivating the security nodes," he says more clearly, "Got it?"

Vanessa nods.

"Whoever it was - maybe that… Thing below the pizza? Which would be really bad if it was that." Gregory and Vanessa share a knowing look, "Got her to deactivate all the security nodes and now she's down under the sinkhole! Freddy and I tried to stop her but we couldn't and now she's all alone down there and we have to help her NOW!"

Vanessa says something that would normally prompt Gregory to demand she added a significant amount of money to their swear jar. He, however, decides that the situation will probably call for a great deal of swearing before all is said and done. Who is he to stand in the way of progress?

“So, uh,” Vanessa begins after a moment of awkward silence, “Now that I've had a chance to process all of… that… Have you ever wanted to hack into Freddy's restricted files?”

“Have I ever,” Gregory replies, stepping into the living room where Freddy is staring hopelessly at the monitor. “But how is that gonna help Cassie? It's not like hacking Freddy will turn him into some epic ninja bot or anything.”

Vanessa draws up a chair next to Gregory and Freddy.

“All of the animatronics are programmed with maps of all areas within the pizzplex grounds, from the VIP areas to the parking lot. Including the restricted ones, the ones no one is supposed to know about.”

“Why don't I have any knowledge of this?” Freddy questions. Vanessa looks uncomfortable for a moment.

“Let's just say the map program for these areas is only triggered once you hit a certain point. It's designed to make you forget the exact details once you've returned to the main pizzplex. For… Security purposes.”

“I… See.”

“Erm. Anyway, I was thinking we could use the maps to find your friend and get her out of there before something bad happens,” Vanessa explains.

“Okay if we poke around in your head a bit?” Gregory asks Freddy. Using the maps seems like their best shot. If they can get through to Cassie, that is.

“I suppose so. Just be careful not to cross too many wires or send me into cowboy mode again,” the bear relents. It's not like he has a choice, really. But he does so hate it when people mess with his programming.

“Freddy! Now is so not the time!” Gregory isn't proud of some of the places his curiosity has taken him. Vanessa clears her throat, interrupting their rabbit trail of distraction before it can continue.

“Focus, you two. Now, once we get access to Freddy's maps, we'll need a way to contact Cassie. Any ideas?”

The trio is silent for a time. Hacking deactivated bots didn't seem to be working earlier. There are no intercoms in the sinkhole. Only…

“Wait! I got it,”Gregory jumps up, “Cassie had one of those Fazbear Entertainment walkie talkies with her. I think I still have one in my room. We just need to find the right frequency!”

“You go get that while I get Freddy hooked up,” Vanessa instructs. With the speed at which he takes off, she is suddenly reminded why it was so difficult to catch Gregory at the pizzplex.

It doesn't take Gregory long to dig through the box of ‘spy equipment’ located at the back of his closet. He retrieves the walkie talkie and whacks it a few times to ensure that the (finicky) batteries are jammed in all the way. Satisfied with his work, he returns to the others. The first channel they try manages to get a response from the twins a few houses down, who are playing capture the flag. The second channel somehow connects them with all the police car radios within a 50 mile radius? Fazbear Entertainment probably needs to do something about that. Not that they care enough to do so. It would be a fascinating development for Gregory if there weren't more pressing matters. (He'll have to revisit this later).

The third channel is static. So much static. They're about to move on to channel number 4 when someone on the other end asks, “Gregory? Is that really you? I mean REALLY you?”

Cassie. She's not dead! (yet)

No one is surprised by her question. She's clearly had a run in with It. Gregory does his best to explain while the others jump into action. They move quickly, overriding the programming that usually blocks Freddy's maps as Cassie races through tunnel after tunnel. Vanessa and Freddy relay as many details as they can to Gregory, who practically shouts into the walkie talkie. Occasionally, they can hear It running in the distance, trying to catch up to Cassie. Thunk! Crash!

“Go right! Go right!”

“OK. Tell her there should be an elevator just up ahead,” Vanessa finally announces after what feels like hours of navigation.

“Almost there!” Gregory tells Cassie. She's so close to being safe. So close. They hear the elevator doors grind open and the sound of Cassie stepping inside.

“We did it!” Gregory screams, relieved. He hugs Freddie (who doesn't seem to mind) and Vanessa (who is more than a little surprised). Figuring Cassie probably needs a little more context for whatever horrors she's just experienced, Gregory begins to tell her what little he knows about It. But then… He hears another voice on the walkie talkie. A voice that sounds exactly like him. And a sinking feeling fills his very soul. It has something truly awful planned for Cassie. Gregory just knows it.

It's in this moment that Gregory truly learns what it means to be powerless. Never in his life has he been so totally unable to do anything to affect his circumstances. There's always an option. Running away, biting someone, simply using Google. Even when he himself was at the Pizzaplex, there was always something he could do to save himself. But this time… No matter what he does… No matter how many buttons he mashes trying to take charge of the elevator's controls… There is nothing he can do to stop the elevator's plummet into parts unknown as he listens to Cassie's screams.

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armybrat-lucas · 15 days ago

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Shane stood outside in the parking lot of the hospital. His mouth slightly gaped with shock. He couldn't go in and just sit there..it had all happened so fast. The car running the red light, Lucas crying out in pain. An accident, they had been in a car accident and now his brother was needing surgery? His side had been bleeding pretty bad.. Was that what the doctor had said? That he had internal bleeding? Shane was still in shock, his mind had blocked out everything, except getting to the hospital. Now that, that task was complete he simply couldn't function. There was nothing he could physically do and it made him feel helpeless. Was his baby brother going to die? They were just starting to get to know each other and damnit if Shane didn't love the kid. He had always wanted a sibling. Now Lucas was quite literally fighting for his life. He called Rick, in tears as he explained the situation. His partner came to support him. His partner came and stood by him trying to calm Shane down as he fidgeted and started to pace. "We got the son of a bitch.. how's Lucas?" Shane shook his head. "I don't know they haven't told me anything, there was glass everywhere and blood." He brought his hands up to his mouth. "I can't lose him Rick..I just can't..." Rick grabbed Shane's shoulders. "Hey, hey don't think like that alright..you told me he was in the army right?" Shane nodded, his eyes glassy. "He's been stabbed and shot.." He said Rick nodded vigorously. "Alright then a few pieces of glass aren't gonna take out a soldier, kid sounds tough as hell." The doctor exited the room and approached him with a sigh. The pause was too long and Shane nearly lost it. "He's alive." The doctor said with an exasperated sigh, clearly tired seeing the roller coaster of emotions bubbling up in Shane's expression. "That window did some nasty work but he'll pull through and he's going to need a blood transfusion..are you a relative?"

Shane thought his knees would give out with relief. He let out a deep sigh and swallowed the lump that had started to form in his throat. "Y-yeah I'm his big brother." He grunted a bit and swallowed. “W-when mmh! When can I see him? I-is he awake?”

The doctor ushered him down the hall. “Probably best you’re here when he wakes.. Lucas has been a patient here before..and he isn’t fond of IV’s..maybe he’ll be able to tolerate them with some company. He can leave in the morning, as long as he stays stable. We want to monitor him overnight just as a precaution."

Several hours passed before Lucas gasped awake and Shane leaned over his bed, hugging him close. “Shh, shh you’re okay.” Lucas blinked and glanced around. He looked up at Shane who held him in a hug. His words muffled against his hair.

“I’m so fucking sorry, it happened so fast he came out of nowhere.” Luke nuzzled into his neck and took a shaky breath. “It’s okay, you turned the car to try and protect me, I remember..you soccer mom’d me too.”

He said and looked at the deep gash in Shane’s arm, from where he had shoved Lucas back into the seat protectively. “You need stitches.” He pointed to his bag. “What you got a first aid kit in there?” Shane asked with a scoff. “Always.” Lucas replied with a hint of a smirk.

#shane walsh sibling #lucas walsh #the walking dead #twd oc #younger brother #shane walsh #brother relationship #drabble

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gravityfallsweirdgirl · 10 months ago

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Darkwing in: Jeepers Creepers reborn

In this story gosalyn is 21 years old graduate from college and is living with drake and her sisters: Morgana, Abigail and icelynn.

In the middle of the night, at a carnival, it was gosayln first carnival with Drake, before her sisters.

The two were together walking around, hand in hand (parentally).

"I love the carnival it reminds me when I was with my grandpa"

"I get the feeling gos, when I was little my mom took me to a carnival like this is duckberg"

They approached a milk bottle toss game, Drake looks at her then he picks up a ball, he misses on three times.

"Ah dang it" he groans.

"Don't be hard on yourself, you tried your best" gosayln pats his arm.

"Yeah these things are always rigged"

But then gosayln takes a ball and wins on the first try winning a prized toy bull.

"There you go, it just takes a little practice" gosayln says.

"Well it easy for you sweetheart, you have a great aim"

"So why did we come here again" gosayln says as they continue walking.

"Well since you are my adopted daughter, you're part of my family now, so I think we should try be a family together"

"Well it's nice that we could get together, it's been so hard since grandpa has been gone"

"I know and I just want you to know, no matter what happens, I'm here for you"

Then something catches drake's eye, a balloon dart game.

"Oh look honey check this out"

He was distracted that gosayln looks around when something catches her eye.

She finds a haunted house and goes through it, but as she walks in, she goes through a mirror maze, she gets lost in the haunted house.

She starts to worry when something was following her, meanwhile with Drake, he soon realizes gosayln was missing.

He turns around and before he knew it, she was gone, "gosayln? GOSAYLN?" He went looking for her.

Back with gosayln, she tries to find the exit till she heard footsteps and she sees something behind her, she saw someone in a coat and a hat.

"Hello" she was hoping he might help but there was something wrong with him, something unnatural.

He gets closer and gosayln knew it was that moment in the beginning of horror movies where the monster was chasing the girl.

She ran and the thing followed her, she was getting chased by someone or thing.

She ran till late got trapped in a dead end, she backs up into a wall and saw the thing chasing her was getting closer.

"Ah-ah" as the thing got up to her face, she went screaming.

But her screaming ended up to her waking up, 21 years old, in her room, it was early morning already.

She was shaking and sweating, awoken from a nightmare from her past.

But her screams alerted drake, he immediately came in her room to find her scared.

"Gosayln" he ran to her, hugs her trying to calm her down.

"Are you ok" he asked as he rubs her back.

"Yes I'm fine dad, just a bad dream"

"Oh a nightmare"

Two hours later, after having done coffee, gosayln was restless and Drake was concerned.

"You had that nightmare again didn't ya" Drake asked.

"What nightmare?" She responded.

"Gosayln I know you well know what's going on In your head, what dreams you have, you know you can tell me"

"I'm fine dad I just rather not talk about it"

"But but if you want to talk just know I'm here for you, I always have"

"I know dad but I really need to go now, ty is picking me" She is in a relationship with a guy named Ty, who is her boyfriend for four years. Ty is the adopted son of kit cloudkicker.

In the living room, gosayln's youngest teenage sister: icelynn got downstairs when she hears a car pull in.

"Hey gosayln, your boyfriend is here" icelynn laughs.

"icelynn!" Drake scold her.

"It's alright dad, besides you knew it's true"

"Out of all the guys, she had to pick him"

Coming inside was a black brown bear, in a bomber jacket.

"Hey gos" he walks in

"Hey babe" she wraps her arms around his neck and they kissed, which bothered Drake making him feel protective.

"Hey Mr mallard" Ty waves still have his arm around gosayln waist.

"Hey Ty how you been"

"Just here to pick up gosayln"

"It's our four year anniversary date" gosayln says, it was all on Halloween.

"I thought I take her to the Horror Hound festival in rural Louisiana" Ty says.

"No way, really" gosayln was thrilled.

"Yeah I figured since you love horror so much I figured it would be great for us"

"I don't know, a horror fest doesn't sound like an ideal place for a romantic anniversary" Drake says.

"Dad!" Gosayln scolds him.

"What?"

"I love Horror Hound festival I heard they gave rumors there of a legendary monster that only comes 23 years" icelynn says.

"That's only a rumor to attract tourists" Ty says.

"I wish I could come" icelynn says as Drake grabs her arm.

"Which you can't because you're still grounded for skipping school the last few weeks"

"Aw dad" she groaned.

"I'll be ready in a second Ty, just give me a few minutes"

"Ok" Ty waits by sitting on the couch.

But Drake was concerned, inside gosayln room as she packed Drake was worried.

"Are you sure about this, I mean the Horror Hound festival in rural Louisiana could bring back certain memories back when you were young and innocent and didn't have a boyfriend"

"I'll be fine dad whatever happened to me when I was young it was a long time ago"

"I just don't want anything happening to you"

"I'll be fine dad I promise I'll be back as soon as you know it" she kisses his cheek and heads out but Drake was still worried.

During the drive, gosayln was watching an investigation video, An elderly couple is driving through the Florida countryside when an old truck tailgates them before passing.

They observe the driver next to an abandoned church placing what appears to be a body wrapped in a blood-stained sheet into a large pipe sticking out of the ground.

After the truck causes them to run off the road, they turn around to investigate the pipe and are horrified by what is inside.

"The horrifying sight that police believe Ron and

Marie witnessed that day was the infamous bodies in the pit. Ron and Marie themselves have never been seen since. Just another macabre mystery from the Deep South"

"Haven't you've watched that video so many times already? you have it memorized by now?" Ty says.

Ty is a paranormal fanatic gosayln is his partner, they have taking a special interest in the local urban legend of "the Creeper", a creature that every 23 years, for 23 days, kills and eats hundreds of people before disappearing.

"No, real talk. This really happened. Somewhere in this area, actually" gosayln says.

"Come on, there's a reason those things are unsolved.

It's all myths and legends"

"Aren't you a paranormal fanatic and this YouTube video's out of date. This was from, what, twenty years ago.Now this was..."

"Oh it's just like Bigfoot, Mothman, Spring hill Jack,

Chupacabra or any others"

"Yeah, and you'll be meeting fans of all of them by tonight"

"Yeah? Ok so Explain me this"

"Now, this is real footage. Even you can't deny it"

"You can't even see it. Ever wonder why those proof videos are always shaky and murky, never crisp and clear? It's old"

"Not true, The Creeper only comes back

every 23 years"

"And the earth is flat. Nazis are camped out on

the moon. Elvis lives.The Apollo landing was faked...isn't your sister a scientist"

"Yeah but she has three super powers: super intelligence, the ability to manipulate a weapon out of anything and electricity through her hands, you can't explain that, she was born a mutant, experimented on"

"Conspiracy theories have no answers"

"Don't you have ton of them"

"Yeah but I don't see why are you interested in something as old as 23 years, that's like that clown in the sewers myth we solved two months ago"

"This has nothing to do with pennyjester get it wrong all the time. Copernicus, Aristotle, ev..."

Then she sees him mocking her voice with his hand.

"Don't do that" she laughs, "Don't do that"

"Newton, Einstein, Hawking? Abigail waddlequack, your sister"

"It's a big world. Strange things happen all the time. I mean look at me I have a strange family, my dad is a superhero who fights super villains"

"Occam's razor" ty says. "The simplest explanation is

most likely to be true"

"Well, this is also pretty simple, brainiac. All right,

the Creeper comes back every 23rd spring.

It kills for 23 days..."

"Then what?"

"Then it disappears"

"I don't know. Sounds like a love bug"

"Love bug? I thought those were just cute nicknames couples give each other on Valentine's Day"

"Nope, They were a breed of bugs made

in a lab to kill mosquitos"

"All they did was mate and die. Complete failure"

"Yeah but Now they serve zero purpose. They have no function, but twice a year they appear like a storm,

blindly chasing anything white before dying when they

come into contact with it"

"So, you think the Creeper was made in a lab"

"I think the Creeper is a made up legend, a legend Amyth just like all the other cases, to which we are gonna crack"

"Well, the Creeper doesn't mate. It kills... It's said to have killed almost hundreds, maybe thousands"

"Hey, didn't they make a movie out of it? Creepy Creeper or something?"

"Three actually, but none of that is real. And it was named after a cheesy LA cable access show..." just then gosayln started to feel queasy.

"Pull over" she said,

"What?"

"PULL OVER!"

So when he pulled on the grass, gosayln ran in the forest.

"Baby? Baby! Gosayln!"

"Ugh..." she ended up throwing up on a tree but little did she know, the tree she was at, has the creeper throwing star made from the flesh and bones of his victims.

And sitting on top of one of its branches, an albino crow was watching.

In the car, Ty gets a call from kit, "hey dad what's up"

"Nothing just seeing if you asked her already" kit asked.

"No not yet"

"What? I thought by know you would've told her"

"The moment didn't seem right"

"When isn't it right"

"I want the moment to be perfect so I'm gonna ask her tonight. I've got the ring so..." Ty plans to propose marriage to gosalyn on their trip, he pulls out a box with a ring In it.

"So Wish me luck"

"Alright well good luck to ya son, I believe in you"

"Thanks dad, I love you" he hangs up.

(The pictures are in order of the huge gaps you see)

#darkwing duck reboot #ducktales #dt 2017 #ducktales reboot #gosalyn mallard #gosalyn waddlemeyer #horror #drake mallard #jeepers creepers

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