#he has been freed from the sock

[cinnabell2]

he is two sauces talll

thank you to @anemoarchonhoe

for bringing up the idea gnfdfjkgfd

[harringtons-cupid]

could you write about joseph getting surprised on set by his partner? like he goes to his trailer to decompress (and maybe rub one out to the thought of you) between filming, but to his shock, you’re already there, sprawled out on the bed in a burgundy lingerie set he choose out for you. he has no choice but to scoop you up and fuck you against the wall, ripping your panties and moaning about how good you feel ehehehehehehe 🫣

Thank you so much for this ask, so I kind of changed it a little! But I hope you still like it!

Smut: 18+ : Cunnilingus, trailer sex, female masturbation, dirty talk. Fingering, clit spanking. Bent over knee. Creampies, finger sucking. Cum eating.

Other: Possessive Joe

Joe had been filming intensely all week, every time you saw him he would smile weakly and blink through those sleepy eyes. Collapsing asleep onto the bed before you even had a chance to speak to him.

The process repeated itself until you woke up one morning with a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, your thighs squeezed together to ignore the throbbing.

Shuddering as you clambered out of bed, biting your lip as your clit rubbed against your thighs as you walked. Bending down with a gasp to open your underwear drawer, after searching for a few minutes.

You finally found it, the lingerie set that Joe had bought you. Never having a chance to wear it, you stripped and changed with a whimper.

Lying on the bed admiring yourself in the burgundy set, you moved your legs together to create a tiny bit of friction to burn some of the heat that was erupting.

Continuing to masturbate until you couldn't take it anymore and desired more than your own thighs.

Pulling an outfit out of the wardrobe and shoving it into your nearest bag, you slung a long black cloak around your body with a shiver and headed out of the door.

Your clit throbbed as you drove yourself towards the set, dazzling a smile at the security from your passenger window and continuing in the direction of his work trailer.

Checking your surroundings before knocking softly on the door, with no answer you pushed the door open.

It was warmer than your car and the outdoors, instantly dropping the cloak once behind closed doors. You meandered in the direction of his bedroom, it smelt of him.

Your bag tucked neatly under the bed, you positioned yourself in the centre and opened your legs.

After waiting for what seemed like an age, the door to the trailer finally crept open, and quiet mumblings filled the kitchen and living area until his footsteps vibrated across the floor towards you.

★ ★ ★

Joe had been pulled and prodded all morning in the makeup and costume chairs, he was positioned and directed until tiredness crept up. He took a twenty-minute break before he was told that he would be performing a sex scene.

His mind shifted to you as he shoved a sock over his cock, trying to think of anything but sexual images of you as he was directed into the scene.

Once it was over and his lips were dry, guilt seeped through his veins as he wandered back to the trailer.

Images of you found their way back into his mind, ones he had suppressed earlier and he waddled towards the trailer with a raging hard-on. In need of release.

Mumbling to himself as he noticed the car outside the trailer but told himself that he was dreaming and he was only horny for you.

There was no way you would come to see him at work, you had only been on set once or twice and you hated it.

Everyone oggled you and jealously overcame him, warning you to only come back if he asked you.

You were his and only his.

Still mumbled as he made his way towards the bedroom, his cock now chafing against his boxers and jeans. Needing to be freed more than anything. He pushed the door open slightly, unprepared for the sight in front of him.

He stumbled on words as his mouth opened and closed in surprise, smirking at you as he noticed you staring at his obvious bulge.

Toying with his belt buckle, slowly letting his jeans fall to the ground. Not moving any closer to you as you widened your legs and pleaded with your eyes.

Biting your lip as your hand played with your constrained breast, your eyes never leaving his as you waited patiently for him to claim you.

As you waited for as long as you could, your hand had snaked down towards your thighs and your hips bucked against your palm. You began to whine.

''Please Joe, come fuck me'' Gasping as your hand palmed through the fabric of your panties.

Watching as he sighed with arousal heavily before dropping his boxers onto the floor, his cock was leaking with precum.

Edging closer to the bed where you lay, he bent down until his nose grazed your stomach and his teeth curled around the frilly part of your panties.

In one swift motion, he pulled them off you. Letting them drop to your ankles, with a shuddering gasp he dipped his head closer to your aching clit.

His eyes stared into you as his tongue moved in circular movements, your legs snapped tightly around his neck as your hips jerked with him.

The sounds of your moans and odd creaking filled the small trailer bedroom, his eyes were full of greed as he coached you closer to your orgasm.

Your legs shook heavily, as they slipped from around his neck. Your moans turned into whines, and he continued to suck and lick your clit until you were a quivering mess underneath him.

Not saying else for a few moments as he allowed you to catch your breath before breaking the heated silence.

''Stand up and face that wall'' his voice was steady and collected, towering over you.

He watched as you shakily did as you were told, struggling to hold yourself up as you used the wall for support. Eagerly watching him stride across the tiny area towards you with a smirk.

His arms slipped beneath you, grasping on your skin as his hard cock brushed against your wet thigh. With your front pressed firmly against the wall, he positioned himself closer to your entrance.

Teasing you slightly before edging himself inside you with a gasp, your pussy spasmed around his cock as you adjusted yourself to being filled up.

Whimpering softly into his ear as his cock hit the top of your walls, he began to thrust deeply inside you. Hitting your chest against the wall, hissing at the slight pain.

Not seeing his face was disapointing but the position currently was causing your legs to quiver. It felt incredible.

Your legs were spread as far apart as they could get without hurting you too much.

Joe was groaning into your ear as his hands gripped your body, thrusting you hard into thin walls of the trailer as his cock got deeper.

“I have been thinking about you all day” he said between thrusts.

You could tell by how hard he was thrusting inside you, not caring. You needed this release.

“What have you been thinking about?” You urged him on further.

“Oh lots of things baby, fucking you raw like this. Bending you over my lap, making sure my cum is deep inside you” he groaned.

“Please do as you say, I need that from you” you whined, your clit was twitching.

Your panties had been ripped, pulled aside to make room for his fat cock.

You were getting close to cumming yourself but you held it in, Joe was the important one here.

Grinding your own hip against his cock, he whimpered at the feeling.

“God you feel so good baby, I’m so close” he panted heavily.

“Cum for me Joe, please” you begged him.

Increasing your movement with his, you watched as he shivered. Before exploding hard, his cum leaked inside you.

His body was twitching from his orgasm, his fingers gripping into your shoulder as he moaned loudly into your ear.

He didn’t stay inside you for long once his cum had been emptied inside you.

Bending you over his lap as his cum seeped out of you, he dove his fingers inside your filled pussy.

Fingering you deeper and every time his tried to escape, he shoved his fingers down your throat.

“Good girls take cum in every hole” he smirked at you.

You were a mess on his lap as he continued making you cum 3 times from his fingers.

When there was a knock at the door, he didn’t stop fingering you. Forcing you to change into your clothes, pulling you onto his lap and throwing a blanket between you.

“Come in” he smirked at you.

Trying to limit the movement between you both as his assistant scolded him for being later, she blushed at the mess and smell of sex in the air.

Leaving you both too it, the movement she left. He pulled the blanket off you, one hand fingering your pussy and the other spanking your clit.

“Are you going to behave if I go to rehearsal? He eyed you.

Sitting his hoodie, still on the edge of an orgasm. Needing to cum one last time.

He dropped to his knees, spreading your legs and licked your clit. You ground against his face, you were already close to your orgasm.

Cumming onto his face and into his beard, your moans were loud. Rocking the bed of the trailer as you came the hardest you came today.

“Bye baby, such a good pussy” he smirked.

Kissing all your cum onto your face and mouth, giving your clit one more spank before heading out the door.

[mandarinmoons]

so basically, it’s Spencer and reader’s 3 month anniversary, and so reader made them matching bracelets or some sort of matching gift. he’s so appreciative of the gift and vows to wear it all the time and he goes into work with it. Derek or Emily playfully teases him about it because it’s his first real relationship and he’s basically got heart eyes for u and is wearing the gift. but ofc they’re just happy to see Reid content in a relationship and it’s out of love for him that they joke

Your tongue poked out of your mouth in concentration as you carefully thread the beads. A blue bead after a purple one and a pink and green one after the next few, the color choices didn’t exactly match but you didn’t mind, you were doing it based on how you felt and who you were feeling towards.

It was yours and Spencer’s three month anniversary coming up and you hadn’t been this happy in a while, if ever. You thought that little tokens like matching bracelets between couples were adorable and adopted to try and make some of your own. You took inspiration from all the crazy & colorful socks Spencer has in his wardrobe and wanted to see if you could make something akin, while also adding a few details that aligned with you.

Once the bracelets were done, you put one on yourself and wrapped the other one in gift wrapping, albeit it being done poorly it didn’t matter as it was the inside that counts.

You’ll never forget the joy in Spencer’s eyes when he unraveled the mess of colorful beads from the crinkly paper. He held it up and admired each bead carefully and tried to figure out exactly why each color had been chosen.

“Don’t think about the concept too much now, I made it by feeling not logic.”

Spencer grinned as you chuckled and enveloped you in a hug, his lips pressing a kiss into your hair, “That does seem to be the way you do things.”

“Do you like it?”

“I love it, would you like to do the honors?”

“Of course.”

Pulling back you took the bracelet from Spencer’s hand and slowly put it on his wrist.

“It fits perfectly.”

“It does, doesn't it? A starter wedding ring if you might.”

Spencer knew that you were just joking, but God knows how long he could hold it out until he actually was on one knee in front of you.

Walking into work, Spencer’s eyes darted back to the bracelet he was wearing every time it came into his peripheral vision. His lips curled up into a smile and his thumb brushed over the beads as he was reminded once again how much he loved you.

Spencer was brought out of thoughts by hearing chuckling.

“You got some new jewelry, pretty boy?”

Derek patted Spencer on his back and grabbed his wrist to look at the bracelet more closely.

“That must’ve taken a long time to make.”

“Ask Y/N, they made it.”

“Did they now?”

Spencer freed his hand from Derek’s grasp and nodded as he massaged the area Derek had a tight hold on.

“Now that’s adorable. I wish I had someone to do arts and crafts with.”

Spencer excused himself and went over to his desk to start with his work, and to try to hide the fact that he could feel his cheeks turning scarlet red. Morgan always had a way of tearing down his confidence, even if he meant it in a playful “brother” like way, it still got to Spencer at times and he didn’t always know if the things Morgan said were supposed to be taken in a good or bad way.

As the day went on, Spencer’s focus was turned to his work but he occasionally heard snickers coming ahead. He saw his teammates discussing something while glancing his way and he knew that the topic of the bracelet was in question.

Spencer was a very private person and the topic of you had come up only a few weeks ago and it had been a complete accident. The team were out in a nearby bakery, ordering some treats when Spencer ordered an extra one to bring you later. When asked about the extra donut, Spencer blushed and stuttered out that it was for you, and that’s how the team learned about the special person who had made Spencer the happiest he’d been since his last relationship.

Spencer felt his eyes drooping and saw it as a sign that his body needed some coffee. Quickly rising to his feet, he tried to maneuver his way past everyone so as to not become a topic of ridicule again. Derek called out to him, but Spencer walked ahead until he was in the kitchen and turned the coffee maker on.

A moment later, Derek walked into the kitchen and stood next to Spencer and watched him pour the coffee into his cup.

“Have you got something on your mind?”

“What?”

“You’ve been ignoring us all day, what’s up?”

“I just haven’t felt like talking.”

“That’s not the Doctor Reid that I know.”

Spencer shrugged and Derek chuckled as he realized what could’ve been the reason why Spencer was so quiet.

“You know I didn’t mean any harm.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I think it’s awesome, you know? I’m glad you found someone to be with, we all are. I’m sorry if it came off in a mean way, but I’m proud of you, I really am.”

The frown that had been present on Spencer’s face for the entire morning had now been replaced with a shy smile. Hearing someone be happy for him meant a lot, and it meant even more that it was coming from Derek Morgan.

“I’m still going to tell Y/N what you said.”

“Oh c’mon now, you know they won’t let me live it down ‘til the end of times.”

“That’s the whole point.”

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[queenimmadolla]

Maybe could you write a dad Eddie x reader fic where penny wants to have a baby of her own so she can be a mom like reader

You were cuddled up to Eddie’s side on the couch, your toddler playing with her toys on the floor and your newborn curled in your arms, his face nuzzled against your bare breast as he nursed.

  The TV was on, but you and Eddie had long forgone your horror and dark fantasy movies for child friendly films and shows like Sesame Street, which was currently displayed on the screen. It was far from your favorite thing to watch, for either of you, your daughter was entranced with reruns of the show, and had a special love for Kermit and Elmo.

  “I’m telling you, there is no way they’re just roommates.” Eddie remarked with a scoff, during the Bert and Ernie segment.

  “They so are! I mean, the romantic tension is obviously present but neither has acted on it yet. Ernie’s too oblivious to do anything about it, probably thinks it’s only one-sided, and if Ernie’s not showing his interest, Bert’s not gonna make a move.” You countered, sinking further into Eddie’s side. His arm was around your shoulders, hand stroking along your forearm before latching onto his son’s tiny sock covered toes and giving them a gentle wiggle to which baby Wayne curled his feet further into his body, depriving his father of access to his toes. It didn’t distract the little glutton from the task at hand, your baby just mouthed a little at your nipple, head moving around until it was in place before latching once more.

  Eddie chuckled at that, watching with affection as his baby continued to stare up at you with wide eyes while he nursed, before his gaze moved back to the characters in question.

  “Sweetheart, they are clearly in a domestic partnership, they’ve just grown very comfortable around each other. We don’t need to see their affection to know they’re in a relationship.”

  “They sleep in separate beds, Eds.”

  “Okay, you got me there.”

  Penny chose then to get up from the floor, rushing over with the baby doll you’d gotten for her when you’d told her you were pregnant. She leaned against Eddie’s leg, resting her head on his thigh and letting him stroke over her curls before she pushed herself up and held the doll out to you.

  “Is that your baby doll?” You asked, assuming she was trying to show it off and she nodded, continuing to extend it and you realized she was trying to give it to you.

  “Hew you go, mama.”

  You made sure your actual baby was secure against you, glancing down to meet his unwavering stare as he ate, satisfied grunts sounding from him every so often, before you took the doll into your free hand, “Oh, you want me to hold…her?”

  You didn’t know what gender it was supposed to be, you’d heard Penny change it constantly.

  “Uh huh!” She nodded, grabbing onto Eddie’s knee and using it to sway back and forth. Sounded simple enough, you could play along, “She’s hungwy.”

  “You want to hand me her bottle then?” You could see the toy baby bottle, it had come included with, on the floor where Penny had previously been playing.

  “No, you has to feed the babies.” Penny released her dad’s knee to poke at her chest with both index fingers. “Fom wight hew.”

  You could hear and feel Eddie choke beside you, trying to muffle his laughter as you realized your toddler wanted you to breastfeed her doll.

  “Oh. Um.” You tried to think of a way to get out of it, casting Eddie a glare when you caught sight of his wide smirk from your peripheral vision. “Brother is eating right now.”

  “Udda one.” She pointed at your freed up, covered boob rather than the one your son’s wispy curl covered head was blocking for her.

  Damn it, Penny was beginning to become too self aware.

  Reluctantly, and very awkwardly, you held the baby doll’s plastic head against your other breast as Eddie literally started shaking against you. He might as well have just laughed outright with all the wheezing he was doing. Even Penny was casting him a few side-eyes.

  You turned your head towards him, eyes narrowing as Eddie continued to try to muffle his amusement behind a fist, face turning red with his effort but not even his fist was large enough to conceal the grin at your expense.

  Penny, however, looked like the cat who got the cream, happy you were once again complying with her demands. 

  You thought you’d be able to put the doll down once she went back to the toys, no luck, she’d apparently come over with the intention of watching you ‘feed’ her baby. So for like seven entire awkward minutes, you held the doll to your boob, its plastic face pressed against it, while she stared at you and Eddie suffocated on his amusement. The reason he didn’t just openly laugh at you was because he knew Penny would get mad at him. He could tell this wasn’t a game to her and if he laughed at something she didn’t intend to be funny, he’d have an angry toddler on his hands.

  Then you’d be the one laughing. 

  Mercifully, Penny eventually grew bored of watching you and reached up for the doll, which you were all too happy to give back. “You want to burp her?”

  The answer to that was no. Penny adjusted the baby doll in her hands until its face was smashed to her chest. It was half her size, but her motive was clear as she beamed up at you.

  She was imitating you.

  “Look! I A MAMA, LIKE MAMA!”

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Fun AU time! Call it an "adopted introvert" au!

Technoblade is alone and alone is how he likes it. Absolutely. He's not lonely. Not at all. He just likes spending his time adventuring! Can't have friendships when you are adventuring, it takes too much time.

Anyways, Technoblade is exploring a fortress when he comes across a strange room. It has some kind of altar thingy? Its ancient. He is looking around it when he accidentally bumps into something. Sets off a Mummy-style rube Goldberg machine that breaks a vase hanging above the altar.

Out pops a flustered blond man with massive black wings, blinking at Technoblade with confusion.

The guy opens his mouth to speak and Technoblade books it. Conversation can't get him if he runs. Take that, socialization.

Technoblade runs for a while, stops to breath and check behind him to see if the guy is following him. He sees no one and turns back around.

Blond man is grinning at him, covered head to toe in soot.

His name is Philza. Technoblade didn’t ask, but the guy introduced himself. He was sealed up in that vase for REASONS. Philza does not explain those reasons, but Technoblade doesn't ask. Mostly because Techno is doing his best to jog away. Philza doesn't let him. Philza basically shouts at him that now that Techno freed him, Philza is bound to follow him everywhere. Techno is frozen in place by that. Oh no, he's been cursed with company. The absolute worst.

Techno finally stops to ask how to undo it. Philza is giddy as he tells Techno a variety of very silly tasks he needs to do to have them split.

Technoblade sighs and agrees, heading off in a direction as Philza chats with him.

Here's the thing. Philza lied. They are not bound together. Philza just got trapped because he was a bit too silly and MAY have caused a civil war in the nether. But he's just a silly guy! He's just having a fun time, living his best life. Not his fault people can't take a little bit of mischief and decided to seal him away. He was just having fun.

His fun DOES have a body count, but that just shows he is the LIFE of the party.

Anyways, Techno and Phil travel together. Sometimes, Techno feels like he should leash Philza because the man keeps doing ridiculous things (PLEASE do not steal all the saddles in the village, Phil! We can't do this!). However, Philza is also pleasantly surprised about Techno's streaks of chaos. If anyone tries to imply Techno CAN'T do something, you better believe he's gonna. (No, Techno, you can't sit in the shiny gold chair. Its reserved for the mayor-PLEASE STOP OVERTHROWING THE MAYOR!)

Philza loves this about Techno. They both can be so chaotic. But Philza also loves how Techno seems to mellow him out, to. Philza doesn't feel the constant need to DO. To EXPERIENCE. He can just...fish by the lake with his bestie. Its nice.

Phil eventually comes clean about not being bound. Of course, he comes clean about this AFTER Technoblade wears sliced potatoes in his socks for 3 days, one of the "trials" he made up at the start. Techno is quiet at first about that, and Philza is very nervous he just lost his only true friend.

Techno shrugs and says he should have seen that coming. Betrayal, from his new best friend! How could he? The audacity of this man! The cruelty! The gall! Techno goes on and on until Philza is laughing at Techno's dramatics. Techno jokingly asks how he can seal Philza back in a jar for this affront. Maybe a chicken canning company? Philza is so relieved that Techno isn't mad.

And Techno isn't. He had spent enough time with Philza to know when the man was lying. It became clear that Philza was bull shitting him. He had his suspicions for a while. But the company was NICE. Like a missing piece. He felt so much calmer and happier. What's one lie?

Techno declares that Philza can only make it up to him if he does all the trials that he convinced Techno to do. Philza tries to argue against this, but Techno is deadset. And Technoblade is so stubborn that eventually gives in.

Phil's going to regret making Technoblade speak backward for a week. Phil can't even read, how do backward words work???

Anyways, silly little thought! Just a fun Emduo having goof time.

Phil really thought going about making friends in the most fae way possible was a good idea and Techno's like "sure lmao" I love them <3

[artificialbreezy]

AN: this has been in my head for days, weeks, months even. then @as-above-so-below1000 brought it up and i said fuck it i’m posting this.

CW: somno (i swear both parties consented before never fear) husband matt gets his own warning, dirty talk (Matt the yapologist), some pet names. the usual breezy shit

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You always told Matty, once there were those 2 rings sitting on your finger you didn’t care what he did. The first month of marriage was sweet, soft, loving. enjoying each other's company as much as possible before he had to leave again. you never minded, this was his job and you loved him anyway. 3 days was all this time, not bad at all. 

When he texted you that his flight got delayed and he’d be home around 3am, you were determined to stay awake. Kiss your husband, tell him how much you missed him and listen to him ramble about the shows. But when you put on Totoro at 2, you accepted fate and fell asleep on the couch. You’d definitely hear him come in. 

Matt was met with no dogs and no little wife when he walked into the house. Just the subtle sounds of the totoro credits. 

Setting his bag down, and kicking his shoes off he worked his way towards the living room. He smiled to himself when he saw his wife on the couch, half on the throw pillow, his old bloodline shirt and some knee high socks. 

She looks so soft, he thought to himself while he bent down to rest his hand on the soft of your bare thigh. 

Moving his hand slowly towards the inner part of her thigh, watching her body automatically adjust to his touch. The soft hum that came out of her mouth was all he needed. 

“Hi, pretty. Missed you so much,” his hand moved slowly to the inside of your thigh. Soft circles, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. His hand moving up and stopping right at your clothed core. “Gonna show you how much I missed you, bet she’s crying for me. Can't just leave her needy.” 

His hands ran across the lace on the band of your panties, debating with himself if he should keep them on you or ruin them. Moving down, he stopped before he could pull them away. Pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh, “love you, so much.” He saw your eyes flutter open, “Matty?” smiling up at you he spoke - “Hi baby, go back to sleep. Just loving on you a little.” Your eyes closed with a soft hum, signaling he could continue. 

He presses his nose against your core and inhales, “fuck - this is what heaven is huh?” His tongue licks a stripe upwards, pressing a kiss to your clit. Groaning against you as you grind against him. He watches your sleep ridden state tremble against his mouth. He pulls back a little, and runs his finger through your folds before slowly pushing his finger into your crying hole. “Jesus baby, don't think you even needed to be stretched out first,” he spoke while he started to curve his finger upwards. 

His eyes were trained on your cunt swallowing his finger, nothing was more attractive to him than you sucking him in anytime he wanted to feel you. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the soft whimper fall from your mouth. “Mmmm, Matty-” as your hips started moving against his hand. 

“What baby?” His tone was loving, soft. He looked up to see your eyes heavy, cheeks flushed. You've never been more pretty, than right now. “You need more?” Nodding your head, “please, ” your eyes starting to close again. His hand came up to rest on your cheek, tapping gently “cmon, open your eyes pretty. Wanna see ‘em when I sink into you. Can go back to bed after that.” 

He pulled his shorts down just enough so his cock was freed, he brought his hand closer to his mouth and spit. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he stroked himself once before lining himself with your entrance. “Matty-” he cut you off by pushing just the tip in. “There you go, c'mon honey, relax for me. Gotta let me in.” He watched you take a breath, as he sank further in. 

“Look at you, sucking me right in now. She missed me huh? God, you're such a mess.” He groaned as he ruts his cock against you. He pulls his hips out, before driving in again. “Fuck, squeezin’ me so good. Look at that, you just open up for me huh?”

You nod, drool starting to form at the corners of your mouth. 

He moves forward, pressing his lips against yours. There’s no fight, he’s taking full control. He bucks his hips a little harder than usual, just enough that you gasp into his kiss. Giving him full access to explore the inside of your mouth. 

He bites down on your lips, “missed you so much honey, so fucking much. Never leaving you again, you’re coming with me from now on.” 

His hands falls in between you two, starts rubbing soft circles on your sensitive bud. 

“You can cum, don’t gotta ask. Wanna feel it baby. Need to feel it, yeah? Please honey, i’m so close.” 

There’s no words that fall from your mouth, just frantic nodding and a whine. 

“Fuck, you’re close huh? Cmon, give it to me. I’m right here. Be my good little wife,” you cut him off with your lips against his. Grinding harder against him. With a groan, he stills his movements. Coating your walls with him. 

“Missed you so fucking much, honey bee. Gonna clean you up, go back to sleep. I’m right here.” He presses a soft kiss to your head and that was all you needed before sleep took over again.

[galaxywrites]

ㅤㅤ ㅤ incorrect quotes from my freed revenants au!

ㅤㅤ ㅤsome may be nsfw! just a warning!! color-coded.

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Kabal: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Kabal: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies.

Jade: Socks are Feetie Heaties.

Liu Kang: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties.

Stryker: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies.

Kitana: Stamps are Lickie Stickies.

Tomàš: I hate you guys so much.

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Jade: You know, there’s something weird going on with your face?

Tomàš: What?

Jade: You’re smiling! I didn’t know you could do that

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Tomàš: Be careful, I thrive on negative attention.

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Tomàš: Well, has Jade been wrong before?

Kitana: How wide are we willing to open this up?

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Stryker: Liu Kang, can I ask you a question?

Liu Kang: You just did.

Stryker: Okay, can I ask you two questions?

Liu Kang: You just did.

Stryker, frustrated: OKAY, CAN I ASK YOU FOUR QUESTIONS?!

Liu Kang: You just did.

Stryker: When?!

Liu Kang: Just now.

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Kabal: I have a bad feeling about this...

Tomàš: What do you mean?

Kabal: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?

Tomàš: No?

Liu Kang: That actually explains so much.

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Kabal: I couldn't do this without you, Tomàš.

Tomàš: Sure you could. Not as stylishly, of course.

-

Tomàš: The path to inner peace begins with four words… not my fucking problem.

-

Kabal: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

-

Liu Kang: Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like?

Tomàš: Do you make any other kind?

-

Kitana: What are you two arguing about this time?

Stryker: He's always using common phrases incorrectly!

Tomàš: Cry me a table, Kurtis.

-

Tomàš: We wouldn’t last two minutes without Nightwolf.

Tomàš:

Tomàš: Don't tell him I said that.

-

Tomàš: I love saying 'fuck me' because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly.

-

Tomàš: Fight me!

Kitana, standing behind him and holding her fans: *mouths* Do not.

-

Kabal: Yesterday, I overheard Nightwolf saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Tomàš replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

-

Stryker: *falls down the stairs*

Kitana: Are you okay?

Liu Kang: Stop falling down the stairs!

Tomàš: How’d the ground taste?

-

Kabal: Why cant trees give off something important like wifi??

Stryker: So fuck oxygen, I guess.

-

Tomàš: Are you a masochist or a sadist?

Kung Lao, deadpan: I’m a Taurus.

-

Kabal: An apple a day keeps the doctor away!

Tomàš: An apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.

-

*During a game of Hangman*

Tomàš: Nope, there’s no Q. You lose.

Stryker: Are you kidding me?! You can still add something!

Tomàš: I already added a belt, four earrings and an extra arm! YOU LOSE!

-

Jade: Can you pass the salt?

Tomàš: Can you pass away?

Jade: Too much salt.

-

Kung Lao: Am I in trouble?

Liu Kang: Take a guess.

Kung Lao: No?

Liu Kang: Take another guess.

-

Kabal, trying to comfort Tomàš: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

-

Stryker: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?!

Tomàš: Probably because I’m a trained assassin with a long history of violence.

Stryker: Oh...

Jade, from across the room: I don’t understand how you keep forgetting that.

-

Tomàš: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry?

Kabal: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.

-

Nightwolf: You three, explain right now.

Tomàš: It was Kabal.

Jade: It was Kabal.

Liu Kang: It was Kabal.

Kabal:

Kabal: …fuck.

-

Tomàš: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this!

Enenra: Apparently, we're not!

-

Kung Lao: Truth or dare?

Tomàš: Truth.

Kung Lao: How many hours have you slept this week?

Tomàš:

Tomàš: Dare.

Kung Lao: Go to sleep.

Tomàš: I don't like this game.

-

Nightwolf: I'm going to ask you to be respectful.

Tomàš: I will politely decline.

-

Liu Kang: Did you buy eggs like I asked?

Tomàš: Even better!

Liu Kang: What the fuck did you-

Tomàš: *holding up a chicken* Her name is Fluffy.

-

Liu Kang: Hey, are you free?

Kung Lao: No, I’m expensive.

-

Stryker: Want to hear a hard riddle?

Kung Lao: Sure.

Stryker: A rooster laid an egg on a roof. Which way did it roll?

Kung Lao: ...down?

Stryker: N-

Tomàš: Who cares about which way it rolled, it would be scrambled eggs by then.

Stryker:

Stryker: No, it's that roosters don't lay eggs... Jesus Christ...

-

Stryker: Do you take constructive criticism?

Kabal: No, only cash or credit.

-

Jade: Just be yourself. Say something nice.

Tomàš: Which one? I can't do both.

-

Nightwolf: One time I went to hand Jade a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

-

Tomàš: You're right.

Jade: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

-

Stryker: Anyone else feel good when their brain releases a bunch of endorphins?

Jade: Can't relate.

Tomàš: Why would my brain release a bunch of dolphins?

-

Tomàš: Liu Kang! Kabal got that thing on the control panel working!

Liu Kang: Wow! That looks pretty impressive.

Tomàš: Yeah!

Liu Kang: Any idea what it does?

Tomàš: Not a clue.

-

Tomàš: Where is my fucking mask?

Kabal: Tomàš, guests are around, can you say it a little nicer?

Tomàš: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING MASK?!

-

Liu Kang: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.

Kitana: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is!

-

Tomàš: I wouldn’t wish that upon my worse enemy!

Tomàš: Unless of course. . We’re talking about our enemy, Quan Chi. Fuck you Quan Chi, you know what you did!

-

Tomàš: Tired of just deserving better. Gonna start taking it by force.

-

Stryker: Wow, Kano really hates us.

Kabal: Yes, perhaps he's homophobic.

Stryker: But we’re not gay, Kabal.

Kabal:

Stryker:

Kabal: We’re not?

-

Tomàš: Is having a penis fun?

Kabal: It has its ups and downs.

Stryker: Sometimes it’s a little hard.

Kung Lao: It’s a pain in the ass.

Jade: Oh, Jesus, fuck, guys, come on.

-

Kitana: What does 'take out' mean?

Liu Kang: Food.

Stryker: Dating

Tomàš: Murder

Kabal: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

-

Nightwolf: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Stryker: Rude.

Kabal: That’s fair.

Tomàš: Not again.

Jade: Are you going to want this back?

-

Nightwolf: What do you think Kabal will do for a distraction?

Stryker: He’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Stryker: ... or he could do that.

-

Kitana, carefully running a brush through Tomàš' hair: Did no one teach you how to manage your hair properly?

Tomàš, shrugging: The Lin Kuei elders just said brush it with your fingers, it'll be fine.

Tomàš: When Cyrax joined, he used to do it. But I haven't seen him here in the Netherrealm, so I just assumed his soul didn't end up here.

Kitana: ... We need to teach you a proper hair routine.

Tomàš: Say what now?

-

Tomàš: Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

Enenra: You stopped growing when you were fourteen!

-

Enenra: What’s sexting?

Tomàš: I'm not having this conversation with you.

-

Stryker: Are you okay?

Kabal, crying: Yeah, it was just the onions.

Stryker: *Picks up an onion* What the fuck did you say to Kabal?

-

Kitana: There are no friends when playing board games. I am here to win.

-

Kitana: I am going to need you to swear-

Kabal: Fuck.

Kitana:

Kitana: ...swear as in promise.

-

Stryker: The Ocean is a soup.

Tomàš:

Tomàš: Do elaborate.

Stryker: What are needed for something to be a soup?

Tomàš: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Stryker: *Tilts head*

Tomàš: The Ocean is a Soup.

Stryker: The Ocean is a Soup.

-

Nightwolf: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell.

Stryker, Liu Kang, Kabal, and Kitana: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

-

*Everyone is playing a board game together*

Kabal: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.

Tomàš: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.

Kung Lao: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'.

Kitana: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'.

Kung Lao: *flips the board*

-

Kabal: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Stryker: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?

Kabal: I—

Kabal: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

-

Kitana: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Tomàš: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

[babyhoneyheslt]

Historical A/B/O

Unrequited (Complete - 143,707 words)

Mature

Omega Prince Harry of England has been engaged to Prince Louis of France ever since he was a young boy. Having met him at four and forming a bond, Harry is upset to find that Louis no longer treats him like a friend, instead treating him coldly.

However, Louis has his own dark secrets and Harry doesn’t know just how many dangers linger in French Court.

The Silver Dagger (Complete - 30,922 words)

Mature

After nearly being kidnapped by Prince Ben of Denmark, Queen Anne and King Desmond search for a safe place for Prince Harry to stay until they find him a suitor he likes.

They choose the place no one would think to look for a prince, a pirate ship. Captain Louis Tomlinson is a privateer as well as a pirate, and is loyal to the crown, and so he vows to protect Harry to the best of his ability.

With Harry kept safe on board The Silver Dagger, his parents work to find an array of suitors, but he just might find he wants someone else.

Into The Mist (Complete - 63.007 words)

Mature

Sneaking on board the famous pirate ship Compass Arrow to get a story for his journalist father, Harry must do everything to keep a low profile. But when one of the crew discovers him, hiding from the ruthless Captain Tommo becomes almost impossible.

Timeless (One Shot - 3,867 words)

After visiting an antiques shop, Harry gets transported through time, and discovers that he and Louis are Timeless.

Based on Taylor Swift's Timeless.

Castles Crumbling (One Shot - 6,554 words)

Being an unmated Omega and a king, Harry came under a lot of scrutiny. But when he makes a deal with Scotland, his world comes crashing down.

Louis had lost family due to the deal, and he planned to extract revenge. But when he finds Harry, he realises the country had been lied to.

Based on Castles Crumbling by Taylor Swift.

Dark Fics

The Nights and Dangerous Tricks (Complete - 20,322 words)

Explicit

Holmes Chapel had always been known for having the least amount of murders in the whole of the UK, however that all changes in the span of a month. Residents are all on high alert, waiting vigilant while police investigate.

Harry Styles lives alone, leaving him the perfect target to the murderers. However, maybe his good looks and pretty green eyes will spare him his life. For now.

Fantasy Fics

Take Me To Another World (One Shot - 5,034 words)

General Audiences

After escaping from the neighbouring kingdom, Harry finds himself on land for the first time. Despite knowing he should go back home, he lets his curiosity get the better of him.

When a mishap with discovering socks happens, he meets Louis who takes him out for coffee, and finds that Louis doesn’t quite meet the stereotype of humans.

Forgotten Kingdom (Part one of The Secret City Series - 2,495 words)

General Audiences

Louis had always loved ruined cities and had always been obsessed with Glyswing Kingdom, a city that many believed to be a myth. Moving into his grandparents house for renovations, he never expected to find what could be the long forgotten kingdom.

Castles Crumbling Down (Part two of The Secret City Series - 1,637 words)

General Audiences

With Harry freed, the kingdom crumbled down around them, prompting a quick escape.

One Shots

Electric Touch (3,901 words)

General Audiences

Harry had given up on love, until his friend Zayn sets him up on a blind date with Louis.

Based on Electric Touch by Taylor Swift

Gnome One's Home (1,764 words)

General Audiences

Harry has never been a fan of gnomes, but when one mysteriously appears in his garden, he can't help but adopt it.

He should've trusted his instincts

Fly To You (1,815 words)

General Audiences

On the way to their honeymoon, Harry and Louis find out the pilot is ill. With Louis being a pilot, he offers to fly the plane there, and it turns out to make the start of their honeymoon extra special.

Devil's In The Detail's Series

The Tower (Part One - 4,776 words)

General Audiences

There's something strange going on in Heaven.

Bored Angel Harry can't help but investigate.

The Fool (Part Two - 4,946 words)

General Audiences

After making a deal with the devil, Harry has to forge a new life for himself alongside Louis on Earth.

The Devil (Part Three - 3,913 words)

General Audiences

Harry has grown to love being on earth, but his absence in heaven and the company he keeps, hasn't gone unnoticed.

[espresseo-cafe]

life is still beautiful | johnny | ch.8

genre: cappucino, romance, angst, university!au, dad!au, drama, slice of life

pairing: collegestudent!johnny x fem!reader

bean count: 3.1k+

a/n: this has a crossover with @jae-canikeepyou ‘s series serenity in us 🤭 read that if you like, you’d love it 🤗 so now i’m back from hiatus! enjoy your coffee time 💚 note: this is only a work of fiction, it doesn’t reflect the artists’ personalities in any way.

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“how are you coping?” was one of the last messages johnny had sent you. after your breakdown and asthma attack, he didn’t send you any more, just short ones as he was planning his baby thesis together with kun on psychology. he also had to do his paediatric studies on saturdays.

besides, you guys were entering to your final year very soon.

you decided to give him space, you as well needed to catch up with your own (being at the library at the moment)- even though it was stressful enough to have your parents by the ends of your hair strands most of your life. it was habitual, you guessed.

it was also ironic because even though you dislike shoving your face in books and research papers, you found yourself kind of listening to their orders of studying hard.

but you soon realised you were doing this for yourself, not for them.

somehow you wished you never agreed to meet them that day. you just ended up disappointed and hurt like you always had.

your phone rang when you just quickly put it down, receiving mean glares and shushes from the people around the table. taking your stuff and shoving them in your bag, you ran out of the library and called back the person who conveniently decided to embarass you.

“you just love to distract me, do you, johnny?” placing your phone between your ear and shoulder, fixing the heel of your socks.

a soft chuckle heard from the other line, a voice you kinda want to hear. “because i know you will be. want to go for coffee? i finished my project so i can meet you at the atrium.”

���please, i got homework to finish.” you dramatically told him, turning to your left then walking down the stairs.

“hm, interesting.” he hummed, “if you got homework to finish then why did you change your path down the stairs?”

you halted as you almost set foot to the atrium’s entrance. looking up, he was there by the railings.

“i see i got a stalker.”

“the one and only.” johnny smiled and waved at you from the balcony before going down the stairs to meet you.

placing your phone in your pocket when he stood in front of you, you laughed, “dear me, do i need to call the police?”

he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, “please don’t. besides you owe me coffee, it’s been a week.”

you slapped his chest lightly. what’s with him and coffee? “dude that’s what you’ve been wanting to do? don’t you have cash?”

“i spent it on youngmin’s medicine. little dude can’t keep still, always running around until he caught fever. but he does get regular check-ups.” he sighed, “medicine should be free, especially for kids.”

as you walked to the coffee shop at the next street, you concluded that maybe it was why johnny took paediatrics, to monitor youngmin’s health.

johnny was on his final year of his double degree in psychology and paediatric studies, so his schedules were going to be busy. an idea came up to your mind. “say, why don’t i take him to the clinic for his checkup appointments? so you could focus on your studies.”

johnny’s slightly tired face lit up, “really? you can do that?” you nodded as you both entered the coffee shop, “that’s great, it’ll be a huge help.” looking at the drinks menu, he hummed. “you know what, drinks are on me today, i’m suddenly in a good mood.”

you giggled when he took out a five dollar bill on his hand, “so you can treat me coffee on days i take him for appointments, deal?”

“deal-“ johnny flicked his head to you, “-wait!”his hand got freed of cash when you took the bill and jogged to the counter. he stifled a laugh seeing you already pointing at your desired drink, smiling endearingly at you until you turned to him.

“johnny, come on here and choose yours!” gesturing for him to come closer, “they’ve got an offer of buy one get one free.”

little did you two know, you didn’t notice the presence of both rowoon and seungcheol seated at the very end of the coffee shop. rowoon thought that seungcheol’s little crush on you was too obvious. he wondered why after all this time, the guy never seemed to talk to you.

“for a jock like you, you’re someone who’s actually soft for the girl you like.” he munched on the scone he bought, seungcheol then shaking his thoughts off of his mind.

“so what do you want me to do?” the doe eyed asked, taking a sip from his latte.

rowoon smirked, checking a piece of a paper slip before giving it to seungcheol. “nothing actually. you can stay put for now, but hold onto this.”

“if this gets us into trouble, rowoon, you’ll know what you’ll get.” seungcheol warned him, taking the envelope from him as the boy stood up to leave.

“don’t worry, hyung. we got this.”

——

“no way! how come i just heard of this?” yoohyeon told you through the small screen, while you ate on ramyeon bought from the convenient store. she tutted her lips together, “hey y/n, is that all what you’ve been eating since i was gone for almost three weeks?”

“it’s my cheat day.” you slurped, wiping off excess soup from your cheek. “i’ve been studying my brain off, i need to de-stress somehow.”

yoohyeon whined playfully, “i want to de-stress too! the expectations here in paris is as high as the eiffel tower. but anyway, answer my question. so it’s still on the rocks with your parents?”

you hummed, not sure how to answer that just yet. “yeah definitely, can’t believe i’ve been stood up at the dinner.. well it’s not like it never happened to me.”

“well isn’t that great? there’s progress!” she sarcastically said because she knew how your relationship was with your parents. she then squinted her eyes. “then what about you and johnny? any progress in that?”

you coughed on a piece of noodle. “t-that, i don’t know. i heard he had an argument with his ex after youngmin’s party.”

“minji? after so long?” she questioned. “well, i hope she doesn’t give him a hard time. the guy’s moved on, given that his attention is so focused on you.”

you laughed a little, “who’s to say, it’s a little crush i have for him. there’s a fine line between falling in love and having a crush, you know? maybe it’s just admiration on my part. but him to me? i doubt it.” you felt a shuffle on the side as you placed the ramyeon on the table behind you, making yoohyeon tilt her head in question.

“did you get a puppy, y/n?”

“a cute one, actually.” shifting your phone for her to see clearly, youngmin snuggled next to you.

“oh, my, word.” she said dramatically, “you’re a certified mommy candidate for the little one. i’ve never seen him so close to anyone like that. johnny must love you to the point he trusted his son to you.”

“a: he doesn’t love me, and b: i offered to help him, alright? we’re not even gonna go there.” you shook your head, combing youngmin’s hair as he slept.

yoohyeon took a snap of that, sending it to johnny immediately. “oh isn’t it time for you to bring him to his appointment? it’s almost 1pm.”

“yes and you’ll be late for class.” you reminded her, “make me proud, yoohyeon. i helped you with your thesis, don’t put it waste.”

hearing you say that made her laugh so early in the morning. “it’s 6am here but roger that, momma!~” waving a goodbye before signing off.

you turned your phone off, putting your legs off of the sofa. then youngmin woke up and wiped his eyes, “mama i’m warm.”

you flicked your head to the boy, chuckling and patting his cheek. “it’s auntie y/n, youngmin.” he sat up and yawned, asking for a hug and you carried him, soon taking your leave to the clinic. “you’re going to get better.”

the little toddler was tired the whole time, and that worried you. wearing the carrier, you placed him facing you while he slept once more. the cooling patch on his forehead wasn’t doing any good to put his temperature down. he actually cried quite a bit on the way so you put a dummy on him, and thankfully he didn’t cause too much of a scene on the train.

stepping in the clinic, you suddenly saw your long time friend, jungkook. his eye smile never failed to be so contagious. “ah noona! you’re here again?”

“yeah, i need to be here for this little one. my friend’s son.” you ruffled his hair, and jungkook poked his cheek.

“he’s adorable! oh and guess what? i’m assisting the renowned dr. jung yunho tomorrow, i just finished meeting up with him.” his bunny smile showing.

you gave him a high-five, you were really proud of him. “nice on you sophomore, it’s gonna look good on your resume once you do your residency and fellowship.”

jungkook just scratched his head, blushing red. “it’s still a long ways to go, noona.” checking his watch, he gasped at the time. “and i don’t want to be late. catch up soon?”

you nodded and gave him a wave, “sure.”

the reception was close by and you confirmed youngmin’s booking. the nurse had to double check if you were the parent, and you clarified that you were substituting the child’s father, who couldn’t make it in the scheduled appointments and showed her the documents with johnny’s signature.

“i actually thought you were the mother. because mr. suh comes here alone often, other than the grandparents. so i got my hopes up when i recognised youngmin with a young lady. sorry about that.” she noted, giving you an apologetic smile.

“it’s not a problem, i haven’t met the mother as well so i guess we’re on the same page.” you smiled a bit, and took a pen from your bag, signing the check-in sheet.

“oh excuse me miss, you dropped something.” one intern next to the nurse pointed down while you muttered a thank you.

it was the extra coupon you had from all the coffee breaks you had with johnny. maybe i should use this later. so you placed it back again to use it again. slowly standing up, you removed youngmin from the carrier while the nurse took him in for a little check up before the actual appointment with dr. yunho.

“miss y/n!” you heard a little squeal, and it was one that you recognised so well. “long time no see!”

“hi liam!” you bent down to have a short chat. “are you here for a check up with the doctor?”

the kindergartener nodded quickly like he was so proud of it. “yes, i got a scratch on my face and on my leg because i fell.” you told him to be careful and he just pouted, saying that he would. he turned around to lady who called him, saying that they had to leave.

at the same time, you were called in by dr. yunho. you patted his hair and bid him goodbye. standing up, you were faced with a lady, who was around your age. must be liam’s mother.. you thought. but who were you to judge?

liam jumped as he left the hospital, whining that he was hungry. “can we go to mcdonald’s, auntie minji?”

she held his tiny hand, “of course, you did really well at the checkup.”

“then can you carry me there, please?” he pleaded, making puppy eyes to convince her, only for her to disagree.

“no can do, liam.” she poked his little nose and teased him. “you know auntie isn’t that strong like a superhero.”

after youngmin’s checkup, you were thankful that he didn’t need to be confined in the hospital. on the other hand, you were so dazzled by dr. yunho, how could someone be so handsome and smart at the same time? it was funny how he opened up so quickly, even mentioning that he had brothers who went to the same university as you- currently year one and year four. it didn’t feel like an appointment at all because of how he conversed.

youngmin seemed to have gotten used to being at the doctor’s, after the fact johnny told you that he used to cry a lot about it. and speaking of him, you got a call, just in time.

“hey y/n, i’m on my way there with bosco, we’ll drop him off at mom and dad’s first, then i owe you coffee again, is it the third time this month? anyway see you both in five minutes.”

you lit up, “sure, we’ll wait here.”

it took about five minutes for him to arrive. talk about consistency: another box ticked on your checklist. he came out of the car to help carry youngmin, while you got on after.

the nurses who saw this from the clinic had their hearts swooned in various places. johnny was young but the way he handled everything made him so mature.

“daddy material..” the intern’s eyes twinkled while she clasped her hands together.

“get back to work, rookie.” the nurse sighed.

“what? you were staring at him too, hypocrite.” she pouted.

as youngmin rested at his grandparents’ place, you and johnny made your way to the coffee shop. patters of rain drummed the windows and johnny sighed when he looked above. “i swear this is like the worse summer ever, it’s been raining for days.”

“can’t help it though. it was scorching hot as well. besides, fall is on the way, in a few weeks?” you stretched your neck and your back from side to side. the feeling of cracked bones was such a relief that johnny glimpsed at you back and forth and scrunched his face.

“sorry, you must’ve been tired from bringing youngmin to the clinic for three weeks.” he stopped the vehicle at the red light.

“it’s okay, it’s workout for me to carry him.” you snickered. as you said that, the rain gradually grew a bit stronger. so you looked up as well, and you didn’t like how it reminded you of the past.

it used to be about your parents, it still was, besides text messages you hadn’t heard any apologies from them at all. and that upsetted you.

another thing was the accident, you haven’t even came into terms with it. you still remembered the impact, the screeches from its tires, the way you flew, and the way you thought everything gone in a blink. it felt like it was yesterday.

johnny knew at one look that you were still processing everything that happened. it was something he wanted to help you overcome but he also knew it was a long journey and that it doesn’t just disappear overnight.

so an idea came up to him, he hoped you were up for it, and he hoped he was right. you felt the vehicle turn sharply to a corner. johnny turned the engine off, “y/n, let’s go out right now.”

your raised eyebrow made him want to laugh but he knew you would love this. “um, are you crazy? it’s raining cats and dogs outside, johnny.”

he just grinned at you. “i maybe am. but with a little bit of play in the cold of ‘cat and dog’ rain, you might just be crazy with me.” he got off the car and ran into the rain, hollering and spinning around.

your eyes widened, frantically turning your head around to check if people noticed him. reaching for the handle, you stared at the rain once more, hands shaking anxiously. should you go out once again?

“awooo!” johnny continued to shout and laugh. you stared at him deadpan, this was embarrassing.

you sighed, “johnny!” the secondhand embarassment you got from him was unbelievable. you ran towards him and stopped him from whatever he was doing. “what are you doing?”

“oh? the puppy chased me and stopped me.” he laughed and you just blinked your eyes in confusion. “cats.. dogs.. rain..? you and me? don’t you get it?”

“johnny, cats don’t howl.” you crossed your arms, finally getting what he meant. “let’s go, before we get sick.”

he didn’t say anything and pulled your arm, “i know you hate the rain but…” he trailed off, taking two pairs of airpods. putting one pair to your ears before he put another into his, he played one of coldplay’s biggest hits, and the song that calmed you down- a sky full of stars.

“let’s have some fun.”

the piano melody and the vocals filled the intro, johnny’s head started to follow the beat and sang. and naturally you followed, singing as well. the familiar music slowly building up. when it reached to the one minute and eighteenth mark, as if you and johnny shared the same braincells, started to jump in the rain.

he held your hand and twirled you around, then suddenly doing a crumping move on this medium-paced song, made you laugh. you’d say it out loud that johnny was a good dancer. it even showed when the next song- adventure of a lifetime, was next in queue.

that was where you confirmed he was groovy, pulling a little genre of modern swing. not that you knew how to do that certain dance pairing, but the music and johnny’s energy just made you dance with the flow.

his guided his hands to yours, leading you with his twists and turns. and in parts were the music were on a slight drop, he led you to follow him on certain easy steps.

you also had your share in adding steps and iconic movements, putting a little michael jackson moonwalk in it. johnny pointed at you in surprise, even in earphones, you could hear his laugh.

johnny and yourself probably looked like idiots dancing in the rain on the road towards the highway. but to the both of you, it was special, as you were dealing with heartbreaks in different aspects. music was definitely a de-stresser.

johnny looked at you with admiration. as you danced away in the rain, he felt like he was witnessing something beautiful. though the music was playing, he could hear his heart beating. and his eyes widened when the lyrics mirrored what he was feeling:

“now i feel my heart beating, i feel my heart underneath my skin, oh, you make me feel like i’m alive again.”

he smiled endearingly, he knew he was so attracted to you. he knew you had space in his heart, and he’d gladly give it to you.

you turned around, hair flicking slowly, then your eyes met.

and it was when he realised fully,

that he was starting to fall in love with you.

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[madmilkproductionplant]

New anon here, had a thought cooking that seemed up your alley.

Medic seems like a sadistic pleasure dom, luring scout for an exam (dw they talked it over b4), but at the end he has a test to “ensure his stamina has not dropped, he must be in tiptop shape for such a young boy in his golden years.” Scout, like the true puppy boy he is stays because he wants to be good, he desperately craves positive attention after being the youngest of seven, there wasn’t a whole lotta mothers time to go around. The promise of a reward for making medic proud perks him right up, an eager little thing. With the haze starting to fog up his brain, he gets strapped down on the examination table in those 4 point restraints they use for rowdy patients.

Pathetic puppy Boy Scout craving a father figure to emulate or make proud to “make him a real true man”.

Clothes? Pulled off and bunching up at the restraints, leaving him in his boxers and those delicious knee high socks. Medic takes time to carefully unwrap the mess of an ace bandage binder, soothing aggravated skin. (Don’t do that fellow boob soldiers your poor ribs will get damaged so the tits cannot be deleted)

Crooning in that praise yet slightly demeaning voice, yall know the type. Scout had his T shot yesterday, so he’s extra easy to rile up. Being teased about the wet spot forming.

Medic goes to town, he’s got one hand on his hip and the other on those clicker counter things, eating him out like a starved man. He wants to see Scout sob, to get the front of his shirt absolutely drenched, to need to wash his coat to rid himself of the smell. Scout tastes like sugar covered oranges, a mix of being stressed and that bonk he drinks creating an addicting flavor that keeps medic coming back.

He’s got a goal, double digits for sure. Every time scout squirts he’s counting it as two. How far can they go? Can he set a record to beat next month?

After orgasm number 7 or so, Scout has crumbled. He’s moaning unabashedly, whining like the puppy he is, yelping every time his chest is touched, blush all the way down to his clavicle. He slips up, brain melting out of his ears, he can’t help it, dogs aren’t supposed to think, and calls Medic *mommy*.

It leads to Medic pausing to grab a vibrator to place against his tiny cocklet and diving in with renewed vigor.

Scout made it to 34 before he called it quits, freed from his bonds, hand running through his hair murmuring how such of a good boy he is, how strong he’s getting, how proud he is to see him let go, to let and allow his body to change under the doctors watch.

Warm bath and cuddles commence.

-🪻anon (if it hasn’t been taken)

i got this anon like a week ago and hauved so much covid about it that i had to keep it to myself for a bit lmao

god DAMN you are a fantastic writer, and you’re right this absolutely is right up my alley!! hell yeah mediscout and restraints and okay my brain is too melted now send post❗️❗️

[livewireprojects]

Felt like sketching this yesterday

This is a drawing of baby Silver with his older brother & his mom.

Silver’s brother is just prototype Silver, Venice the mink turned into a hedgehog.(Since his family is hedgehogs) I like to imagine his head quills lay on his head but stick up like Silver’s when he uses his powers.(Given he’s a prototype of Silver he has Silver’s powers)

I didn’t feel like drawing his shoes so Venice is just in socks. I also can’t draw a blanket bundle for some reason. I also like the idea of mobians wearing chokers/collars(inspired by a Sonic ask blog that I can’t find anymore) as wedding rings since it might be tricky for some to wear a ring or to show it in some clothes.(Knuckles’s gloves) Since I mentioned before Silver has two dads(one his bio dad, the other his brother’s bio dad) so his mom’s wedding choker has two gems on it.

Just wanted to draw a cute moment from when Silver was a baby. His mom adores the two & hopes that they’ll be able to live happy lives. Venice & his mom have been through a lot with his mom having lasting scars & losing his eye sight but they’re recovering & are just glad Silver was born in a safe place. It also helps that Silver’s dad was there to help & Venice’s dad was eventually able to reunite with them(and meet his son) after being freed some time after Eggman trapped him.

Update: Decided to add the old sketch this was kind of based on

You can see a lot has been updated since then like Silver's mom's bangs being grown out to help hide the scarring over the eyes(He can't see anyway) & his outfit. I also wanted to draw it a little better cause this is kind chibi like/slightly me being lazy drawing Venice & Silver.

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

The Accident (Part Two)

Whumptober 2022: #25. Silence is Golden Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Top Gun Gang, f!reader, Robert "Bob" Floyd Word Count: 3428 TW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hospital, Descriptions of Injuries, Lies, Grief, Blaming Oneself Notes: Thank you to @green-socks for looking this over for me and for the initial request! 💖 Part One, Part Two, Part Three (coming soon)

By the time you make it to the site of the accident, the emergency crew has freed Bob and Jake from the car and are just about to load them into the ambulance. Luckily, you know all four of the guys on the scene and manage to talk your way into riding with them to the hospital. Bradley tells you he will drive your car and meet you there. You hesitate for a moment, unsure if he is in any mental or emotional condition to drive, but he reassures you he is and you are too focused on Bob to worry about it too much. So you toss him the keys and climb into the ambulance.

It is a tight fit with all the equipment, you, Bob, Jake, and the emergency crew weaving back and forth between the two stretchers, trying to treat both men at the same time. You hadn’t really been able to get a good look at Jake on the video call, but he is bleeding heavily from a wound on his head, the blood matting his blond hair before pouring down his face. His eyes are closed and his skin is sickly pale but as horrible as it makes you feel, you turn your back on him so you can watch as the team works on Bob. 

One EMT is carefully pulling shards of glass from the windshield and his glasses out of his face. They have already removed what is left of his frames and it has just revealed more damage and gore. You quickly glance away, not sure if what you saw was bone showing through at the bridge of his nose, but also not wanting to find out one way or the other. 

Instead, you focus on his chest. One of the first things they had done once Bob was situated in the rig was to slip an oxygen mask over his face and rip open his shirt to examine his chest. Bob has always been self-conscious of his body and rarely removed his shirt in front of anyone but you. But you loved his body and told him so often. He was just as toned and fit as Bradley or Jake, though in a slightly more subtle way. You loved laying your head on his bare chest at night as you drifted off to sleep, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat. 

But now, his usually pale chest is awash with reds, and blues, and purples. It looks as if he had been punched in the chest by the Hulk. The EMTs said it was from the airbag going off and luckily all of his breathing problems seemed to just be from the bruising, not a punctured or collapsed lung. At least that is something.

You take his right hand gently in yours while another EMT applies a brace to Bob’s injured left arm. They can’t diagnose him without an x-ray, but they guess he probably has a broken wrist and forearm. But just like with everything else, they need to wait for the doctors at the hospital to tell you for sure. 

Suddenly, one of the monitors on the other side of the rig starts blaring and all four EMTs rush to Jake’s side, leaving you alone with Bob. Bending over, you whisper in his ear, “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. It’s going to be alright. You just need to fight through this, okay? I know it hurts and it’s going to be tough, but you can’t leave me like this. Please, Bobby. Please come back to me.” 

You gently place a kiss on his knuckles before squeezing your eyes together. No matter what happens, no matter how bad it is, as long as Bob pulls through, that’s all you care about. After all, you’re supposed to be planning a wedding. 

For the next twelve hours, there is nothing for you to do but sit and wait for your questions to be answered. Wait to find out the outcome of one of Bob’s numerous surgeries and his prognosis. Wait to find out if they managed to stabilize Jake. Wait to find out if Bradley got the all-clear on his examination. After twelve hours you have the answers to all of those questions; some good, some heartbreaking. But there is still one question that now remains: when will Bob wake up?

You have just started nodding off when a soft moaning from the bed next to you stirs you awake. Sitting up in your chair, you see Bob weakly pulling on the gauze that is wrapped from the top of his head to the tip of his nose. 

“No, no, no. Hey, don’t mess with that,” you coo softly as you gently move his hand away from the dressings.

“Sweetheart?” he mumbles softly, his words muffled and slurred between his broken, swollen nose and the drugs in his system. “Wh-what happened? What is this? Why can’t I see?”

“You were in a car accident. A truck ran a red light and smashed into you. Right now, you’re in the hospital and they had to wrap bandages around your face because the airbag shattered your glasses into it. They caused a lot of damage. Your nose is broken a-and there are cuts from the glass of the lens and the windshield.” You quickly pull out your phone and text Bradley to let him know Bob woke up. “You also have quite a few broken bones and bruises, but I can go over all that with you later. Right now, I’m just so glad you’re awake! How do you feel?”

“Like I got hit by a truck…. Which apparently I did,” he mutters, shifting slightly and hissing as he grabs his chest with his good hand. “The car…. I was with Rooster and Hangman, right? Are they okay?”

“Fine,” you say curtly, then change the subject. “But can I do anything for you? Are you in any pain? They have you on a bunch of different meds but they couldn’t tell how much they are working until you woke up.”

“As long as I don’t move, it’s not too bad,” he mumbles. But then his voice grows stronger as he asks, “So, how bad is it? Really?” 

You swallow and take a moment to choose your words wisely. “It was bad. Since I knew you were out for the night, I took an extra shift and I was the one to answer when Bradley called it in. I made him send me a video of the crash and….” You take a deep, shuddering breath at the memory of seeing Bob’s broken form in the front seat of the car. “I left work and rushed to the scene. I got there just in time to ride with you and Jake to the hospital. I was so scared you wouldn’t make it.” Tears begin to roll down your cheeks. 

Even though Bob’s face is covered, he knows you well enough to tell what was happening. Reaching out blindly, he searches for your face. Leaning over, you allow his fingers to brush against your cheek and he draws you in closer, wiping away the tears with his thumb.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I made it. Maybe everything’s not quite the same, but–” you bite your lip until you taste blood as you urge yourself not to openly sob “– I’m still here.”

You nod softly, knowing there is still so much more you need to tell him, so much more he needs to know. But right now, you just lean into the warmth of his skin and relish the fact your Bobby is still here with you. 

An hour later, Bob falls back to sleep so you quietly slip out of the room to go grab a coffee and something to eat. As soon as you enter the hall, you notice Bradley standing by a nearby window, talking on the phone. When he sees you, he quickly says his goodbyes and hangs up as he hurries over. “How is he?”

A small smile tugs at your lips as you say, “All things considered, he’s okay. He’s pretty weak and still a little out of it, but I think that will pass once he gets some of the drugs out of his system. But we had a good talk and he’s in pretty good spirits.”

Bradley’s relieved expression hardens into an accusatory glare. Coldly, he says, “You didn’t tell him.” 

Your smile evaporates immediately, and you look at the floor. “How am I supposed to tell him, Bradley? What do I even say?”

“He deserves to know.”

“And he will…. soon. But until then, can’t we give him just a little time to adjust? To regain some strength? Telling him won’t change anything.”

Bradley shakes his head. “So what do we do if he asks? Lie to him? Because I won’t do that. Not about this.”

“Then stay the hell away from him!” you snap, your eyes darting to his. “Haven’t you caused him enough pain already?”

The second the words are out of your mouth, you regret them. You might as well have slapped Bradley across the face. As his expression crumbles, he turns quickly on his heels and storms down the hall but you chase after him.

“Wait, Bradley! Please! I didn’t mean it. I’m just…. I’m hurt and I’m scared and I don’t know how to handle any of this. I might deal with these sorts of situations at work all the time, but as soon as it’s someone I love…. It’s so much harder and I don’t know what to do.” 

He slows to a stop but his back is still facing you. Gently, reaching out and touching his arm, you say, “It wasn’t your fault. I know that. It just popped out. I promise, I don’t blame you for what happened, and I know Bob doesn’t either. You weren’t driving that truck and you couldn’t have known what was going to happen.”

“It should have been me.” The whisper is so soft that you almost didn’t hear it. “We always take advantage of Bob because he doesn’t drink. Like that just automatically makes him the designated driver.”

“I mean,” you shrug slightly. “It does make sense. And I know he doesn’t mind.”

“But he still shouldn’t have to. And Hangman… He didn’t want to leave the bar. He was chatting up a couple of girls but I dragged him away saying we all came together, and we were all leaving together. If I would have just let him stay–” Bradley buries his head in his hands.

“Oh, Bradley….” you wrap your arms around the pilot and he clings to you tightly. Since the day you met him, Bradley Bradshaw seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. His loyalty and devotion to his friends and to his team are one of the things you most admire about the man and you can’t imagine how much this must be weighing on him. It doesn’t surprise you in the least that he blames himself for what happened last night.

You hold him for a long time until he finally straightens and clears his throat. Smiling gently at him, you say, “Hey, I’m sorry I snapped at you and said that. I know you’re dealing with so much right now on top of your own injuries. How are you feeling?”

“Physically? I’m okay. My neck’s still sore but they said it was just whiplash. But I can’t stop thinking about it. Opening my eyes after the crash and seeing them…. Now I can’t close my eyes without seeing them again.” He scrubs his hand over his face and for the first time, you realize how exhausted he looks.

“Is your wife coming by later?”

He shakes his head. “No, I told her to just stay home. There’s nothing she can do here and I don’t want her to have to spend all day here for no reason. She still has really bad morning sickness that lasts most of the day and she’ll just be more comfortable at home.”

“That makes sense, but you should go see her. There’s nothing else you can really do here right now so why don’t you take my car and go home for a few hours? Just call her back and tell her you’re coming home.”

Bradley shifts slightly. “Uh, no. I wasn’t on the phone with her. It was Hangman’s parents. They just booked their tickets and are flying in first thing in the morning.”

“Oh…. I figured the hospital took care of contacting them.”

“Usually they do, but I figured I owed it to them to call them personally so I let them know this morning. His mom was just letting me know what time they were coming in.”

You nod softly but before you can say anything, your phone buzzes. Glancing at it, you say, “Oh! It’s Natasha. I told her I would let her know how Bob is doing. I need to take this.”

“Tell her I said hi.”

“I will. And, Bradley?” You had started to walk away but pause and look back at him. “I mean it. It wasn’t your fault.”

He gives you a small smile, but you both know that doesn’t mean he agrees with you.

Bradley borrows your car that afternoon so he can spend the night at home with his wife and then picks up Jake’s parents from the airport the next morning on his way back to the hospital. You spend the entire day trying your best to avoid bumping into them and you feel terrible about it. Last year, you had met them briefly at a banquet for the Dagger Squad. They both were incredibly kind, caring people and you knew that Mrs. Seresin was the sort of person who would want to comfort you and reassure you that Bob was going to be okay, despite the fact she was dealing with what happened to her son. And you couldn’t handle that at the moment. 

So, you stay next to Bob’s bedside. When he is awake, you read to him or listen to music. A few times when he is extra alert or energized, the two of you discuss wedding plans. But you quickly excuse yourself to use the bathroom when he starts talking about seeing you walk down the aisle with the whole Dagger Squad at his side. Luckily, you manage to close the door before you start sobbing. 

Later, when Bob is asleep, his doctor comes in to give you an update. Everything seems to be healing as expected and there is no sign of infection. It is more than you could have hoped for. However, as the doctor begins to leave, he casually mentions something that makes your heart freeze in your chest. You just nod politely and promise to fill Bob in on all the details, but as soon as the doctor has left the room, you pull out your phone and call Bradley. 

When he picks up, you say, “Tomorrow. They’re doing it tomorrow. He’s going to find out tomorrow.”

Bradley sighs on the other end of the line. “You need to tell him beforehand. He should hear it from you.”

“I-I don’t know if I can,” you whisper. 

“You said it yourself. He’s going to find out one way or another tomorrow anyway so you need to just tell him.”

You nod, even though you know he can’t see it. “I’ll try. But… you’ll be here tomorrow when…”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“Thank you, Bradley.” You turn as Bob begins to stir in his bed. “I have to go, but I’ll text you later.” And without waiting for a response, you hang up the phone.

Deep down, you knew you wouldn’t tell Bob the truth before it was time. But you did try. Every time there was a moment of silence between the two of you that night, you opened your mouth to say it, but nothing came out. 

And then when he overheard a nurse mention they were going to change the bandages on his head tomorrow, he got so excited he was going to have a chance to see you and Bradley and Jake that you gave up even trying to tell him. There was no way you could now.

So, the next morning when a doctor comes in to change Bob’s bandages, you still haven’t told him. And as the doctor starts to make the first cut, Bob stops him. “Um, do you mind waiting just a minute? I think my friends were supposed to be here for this.”

You open your mouth to say something when the door flies open and Bradley sticks his head in. “Sorry! It took me longer than expected. I didn’t realize how hard this thing was to maneuver.” 

With a grunt, he pushes a wheelchair into the room. The blond pilot sitting in it grins as he says, “We’ve all seen how you fly, Bradshaw. Is it such a surprise you have trouble maneuvering a chair?”

Bob grins. “Well, you two seem like your usual selves. Guess you didn’t get banged up too badly.”

Bradley snickers. “Hangman hit his head. Nothing important up there to damage.”

“Hey! I had swelling in my brain, thank you very much! That sounds pretty important to me!” 

“Did you? Or did they just see your inflated ego and misdiagnose you?”

“Screw you! If I–”

“Gentlemen,” the doctor says, clearing his throat. “May I continue?”

Both Bradley and Jake mutter their apologies and the doctor picks up his scissors again. Silently, you cross the room so you are standing next to Bradley and you take his hand, squeezing it so tightly you can feel his knuckles shift in your grasp. 

He looks down at your joined hands, then at your fear-stricken face and he knows you didn’t tell Bob. Paling slightly, he turns his attention back to his friend in the bed, squeezing your hand just as tightly in return.

The doctor finishes cutting through the gauze and begins unwrapping it from Bob’s head. When he is finished, he removes the two cotton pads that had been placed over Bob’s eyes. Slowly, Bob opens his eyes, a smile spread across his face.

But then he blinks. He blinks again. Softly, he shakes his head as he squeezes his eyes closed. And when he opens them again, the smile has dropped from his face. Somehow, you manage to squeeze Bradley’s hand even harder. 

Jake, unaware that something is wrong, chuckles and says, “Goddamn, Bob. That nose looks gnarly. No wonder they had to hide your face from the world for a while.”

But Bob ignores him as, still blinking, he says, “Huh… I, uh, I don’t… I think something’s wrong.”

Slowly, the realization of what is happening passes over Jake’s face. Looking up from his wheelchair at you and Bradley, he says in a hushed voice full of disbelief, “You guys didn’t tell him...”

“Tell me what?” Bob asks, concern and fear dripping from every word. 

“I-I couldn’t.” You turn to face Bob, tears spilling down your face. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what to say.”

“What to sa– Guys, I can’t… Why can’t I–” His head jerks frantically between the three of you and you sob into your hands. Bradley was right, you should have told him. 

Glancing at him, you silently beg Bradley to do what you aren’t strong enough to do. Meeting your eye, he nods slightly before saying, “Yeah, we know, buddy.” 

He sighs heavily as he hangs his head. “They don’t know if it was from the windshield or your glasses, but a large shard of glass sliced the cornea of your left eye. They tried to fix it the best they could but even after it heals, they still expect you to have anywhere from partial to total blindness in that eye.”

Bob’s face pales as his bottom lip quivers slightly. In complete disbelief, his eyes turn to you. You are left gazing at one– a bright blue pool surrounded by a field of pure white –and the other– a blood-red stain surrounding the blue pool, causing an almost violet quality to his iris. However, the betrayal and pain on his face is more painful to look at than his injury. 

You try reaching out to him, but he pulls his hand away. Sinking to the floor, tears still streaming down your cheeks, you whisper, “I’m sorry, Bobby. I’m so sorry.”

Part Three coming soon!

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[itty-bitty-mess]

I know Christmas is over now, but I kept thinking about holiday-themed ways to be mean to bitties. Of course you could thread ribbons through their bones and use them as decorations, just to listen to the crying and begging of your bittybones ornaments slowly trail off into nothing, maybe put a hot bulb inside them to make them glow... but then there's the more psychological side, getting them hyped up for presents and then giving them nothing because they've been bad, or giving them only terrible gifts, like a "special necklace" that's actually a shock collar, or maybe some newspaper to line their cage with or just an old sock-- stuff that makes it clear you just didn't care at all about doing anything for them for Christmas, because they're basically just a burden that gives nothing back.

OOOOOOHHH I LOVE this ideas so much!!! This sounds so fun!! Nothing better to get you in that christmas spirit than to torment your useless little bitty in every way possible lol. Here’s some more christmas themed ideas for you. I may have gotten a bit carried away with some but I hope you like them!! Happy holidays!!

TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

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A Softybones who finds the perfect napping spot in a stocking by the fire. However, what he doesn’t know is that the stocking has a hole at the bottom, so once he hops in, hoping to find a warm and cozy spot to enter his daily slumber, he slips through the hole and falls directly into the fire. Of course, he screeches and cries at the top of his tiny little lungs because he’s literally burning and melting, but his owners just ignore him as he burns and melts into a puddle of nothing. Once he’s finally gone, the family goes back to opening their presents, as if nothing happened

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Your Sansy has done nothing of use since you brought him home from the adoption center, and no matter what you try, he outright refuses to help in any way. He doesn’t care if he leaves a massive mess every time he enters the fridge for a snack nor cares enough to clean his gross little cage everytime he does his business.

Suddenly, you get an idea to make him useful for once. You make him an tiny angel costume - a bitty diaper, a halo made from a pipecleaner and a pair of wings made from cardstock - and forcefully dress him up against his will. Once he’s all dressed up, he’s clearly humiliated, but you’re not done yet.

Before he can protest or take off his ridiculous costume, you shove a cotton ball deep into his throat. As he chokes and tries to pluck the cottonball out of his throat, you tie up his arms and legs together with some gold ribbon. He’s immobile and helpless and is terrified of what you’ll do to him.

Finally, you hang him on the christmas tree, using his tied up arms as the hook. He squirms and tries to spit the cottonball out, but he can’t as it is way too big to do so by himself. He stops moving as much once he realizes you hung him at the highest spot on the tree, so if he managed to free himself, the fall could easily kill him. You can hear his muffled pleas and apologies, begging to be freed and let go.

But you ignore him and leave him hanging on the tree, ready to be humiliated by all your friends and family who are on their way to celebrate with you. They all point and laugh once they see him, and he spends the rest of the night being utterly ashamed and humiliated, trying not to cry.

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A spoiled and ungrateful Blueberry constantly throws tantrums every christmas everytime he opens his presents and they’re not the right color or don’t look like they do on tv. He thinks he’s entitled to others’ gifts and has been caught opening gifts that weren’t for him, defending himself by saying he deserves those too because he’s “the gweat and wovable Blueberry!! The bestest behaved bitty evah!! MWEH!!”.

This Christmas you decide you, or in this case “Santa”, wont get him anything at all, but you plan to really drive the message home to the little pest. Once you and your family are opening the presents, Blueberry screeches and cries everytime a present isn’t for him. Throwing himself on the floor, kicking and slamming his fists as he throws a fit.

At the end, once all presents are opened and gone, Blueberry is inconsolable, crying nonstop because “how dare Santa forget about him!”. You see your chance and get close to him, looking him dead in the eyes, and tell him: “Well, Santa himself told me that you’ve been such an unbearable and ungrateful little brat that he decided you’ll be on the naughty list forever, and he won’t ever bother delivering gifts for you ever again. In fact, he told me I should take away all the toys and nice things from your cage since you don’t value what you’re given.”

Cue even more crying and screeching from an utterly heartbroken Blueberry who just realized he’ll never recieve any gifts ever again. His crying increases even more once he runs to his little cage and sees all his toys, bitty furniture, water bottle and all other luxuries are completely gone.

You force him to watch as you shove all his belongings on the fireplace: his favorite bandana, his racecar bed, his favorite teddy bear, etc. All reduced to ashes. He cries and begs you to stop even getting to his kness to plead with big fats tears rolling down his cheeks.

Blueberry is inconsolable, his furniture is gone, his nice clothes are gone, his toys are gone, his fancy cage is now empty and Santa hates him forever!!! He’s never allowed to keep anything ever again and spends the rest of his life pathetically begging for his things back, and regretting his every action to the very end.

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Your Papy bitty has been nothing but a nuisance since the moment he got home. His failed attempts at helping you end up making the mess even bigger, leaving you to clean up after him and to do even more work. Everytime you want a calm and silent moment to yourself, he screeches and whines that he needs to be with you, demanding you place him near your soul immediately. You were actually close to dusting him that one time he tried helping you wrap some gifts but ended up unwrapping the ones you had already done, insisting you were doing it wrong and that he’d wrap them “the right way”. Except “the right way” ended up looking like it was made by a messy two year old.

One snowy morning, Papy hops into your bed and starts jumping nonstop on top of you, squealing about the snow and ordering you to get up to play and make a snowman with him. Although you wake up incredibly annoyed and angry at him, you get an idea. You help him get dressed into his tiny winter clothes and open the door to your backyard. He runs outside and squeals in excitement, he loves the snow!!! He makes pea-sized snowballs and a small snowman his size, he makes tons of snow angles and even builds himself a snowfort!!

All throughout, you watch him from inside the house, there’s no way you’re stepping outside at such low temperatures! You carefully close the door to the backyard, making sure to lock it as silently as possible to keep him from noticing, and go back to your warm and cozy bed, snuggling under the covers and drifting off to sleep without that annoying thing bothering you.

After hours of playing in the snow, Papy is exhausted and could really use a warm bath or some hot cocoa right about now! He goes up to the door but notices its closed, “Oh, they probably didn’t notice they locked the door!! They’re probably nearby!! Surely my dear owner would NEVER leave me alone, locked out in the snow!! Nyeh!!” He says to himself. He tries knocking the door, calling your name thinking you’ll probably hear him and let him inside.

He keeps on knocking, and as time passes the knocking gets more and more desperate. Its getting colder and darker, and Papy is growing hungrier and colder by the minute. “HUMAN!!! HEWWO??? AM HUNGWY!!! PWEASE LET INSIDE!!!” He yells, using his annoying baby voice thinking that could do the trick, but nope. You’re still cozy and comfortable in bed, deep in your slumber and having wonderful dreams, dreams were Papy gets crushed into dust multiple times nonstop.

The sky gets darker and the air gets colder, and before Papy even notices it’s already night. He’s freezing, his bones are frozen and he can’t feel his fingers or feet. He keeps knocking, more like banging, on the door, scratching and trying to pry it open. He’s desperate as his delicate bones freeze slowly and painfully. He keeps crying out your name, begging to be let in and apologizing for whatever he did that made you angry. He tries looking for other ways inside. But all windows and doors are locked.

Despite the despair, he tries not to cry to avoid his tears from freezing and sticking to his face. He tries getting as close to the door as possible, hoping to feel even the slightest hint of warmth from inside. He closes his eyes as he hugs himself, hoping to wake up back inside wrapped in warm clothes and showered with love.

The next morning you wake up nicely rested and relaxed. No annoying squeaky voice to scream your ear off at your every step. You take a look trough the window to the backyard and there’s no Papy on sight. Earlier that morning there was an tiny pile of dust outside the backyard door, with Papy’s tiny winter clothes on top, but as the morning progressed it mixed with the snow and the clothes were blown away by the wind. You put on some cozy pajamas and make youself some hot chocolate, you relax the rest of the day binging your favorite christmas movies and enjoying your now bitty-free life.

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A person decides the best gift to give their partner this christmas is an adorable little Blueberry!! How wonderful!! How cute!! The Blueberry is more than overjoyed, he’s so excited to get a warm home with yummy food and wonderful toys and all the love he could ever ask for!!!

He even sticks out his tongue to the other bitties as he’s being picked up by the Bitty Shop employee and prepared to be taken home. He’s so special and important!! Once he arrives to his new home, he’s super clingy with his new Daddy!! He’s so happy to be here!! He can’t wait to meet Mommy too!!

Daddy sticks a cute metallic blue bow on Blueberry’s head and places him inside a a wrapped gift box. Blueberry waits in anticipation for the moment where his new Mommy opens the box and sees him!! He’s sure she’ll love him too!!

Unfortunately, the couple ends up have a huge fight during christmas before they even get to open their gifts. Blueberry hears them screaming and calling each other horrible names. He cries, he’s so scared, why are Mommy and Daddy fighting?

Suddenly he hears things being thrown around, specifically each other’s gifts. Oh no!! All those nice gifts they got each other!! The sound of things breaking can be heard from all the gifts that get thrown around. Blueberry is terrified, it’s christmas!! Its supposed to be all about meeting their new bitty and showering him with love!!

Suddenly, Blueberry jumps to his feet as he feels his box being picked up, its his time to shine!! Surely his cuteness will be enough to stop the fight and bring peace back into his new hom. Surely Mommy and Daddy will love him so much they’ll stop fighting!! He finds himself smiling as widely as possible, trying to put up the “widdle baby” act as best as he can. He’s face to face with his new Mommy, who is staring down at him with a… disgusted expression?!

“I TOLD YOU I DIDNT WANT ONE OF THESE SHITTY THINGS!! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU GIVE ME A BITTY WHEN YOU KNOW I FUCKING HATE THE THINGS!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!” She screeches in Daddy’s direction.

H-huh?

“WELL IF YOURE GONNA BE A BITCH ABOUT IT THEN THROW THE THING AWAY, ITS NOT LIKE I SPENT MUCH ON IT OR ON YOU ANYWAY!!” Daddy snaps back.

W-What?!?

Before Blueberry can even open his mouth, he’s flying all the way across the room and hitting the wall skull-first.

*CRACK*

His skull cracks right in the middle and his lower jaw gets shattered completely. Blueberry is screeching in pain, big blue tears cascading nonstop, he’s so confused but can’t even ask Mommy nor Daddy for help. His jaw is broken and he cannot speak, he’s crying but Mommy and Daddy are too busy throwing things at each other to care.

He tries holding his jaw together, barely babbling to Daddy, begging for monster candy. Daddy, incredibly furious, grabs him by the legs and starts swinging him and smashing the bitty’s head against a nearby table nonstop. He’s probably trying to hurt his partner by destroying the gift he got her.

The next morning, the now broken Blueberry gets returned to the shop. The employee is a bit surprised by just how horrendous the thing looks now. He’s barely recognizable as a Blueberry and cannot even speak anymore. Tears fall nonstop from his cracked eyes, one eyelight is gone.

He has no chance of being adopted again by an owner, no one would want an ugly broken bitty like that one, especially not during the holidays. The employee decides to shove him in the Discount Bin, maybe there’s someone that could use him as a guinea pig for an experiment or as live feed for their pet.

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During the holidays, you can see Bitty Shops giving the craziest discounts any shop could give, and bitties seem to try their hardest to appear as charming and cute as possible. Sometimes you can even see some bitties on the shop windows straight up begging passerby to adopt them, crying and on their knees. They seem desperate and scared that the end of the year is near, because they know what happents to the bitties on the shops that do not get sold before the New Year arrives.

Once New Years Eve arrives, the unsold bitties get tied up to fireworks by the shop employees, being set off to fly across the sky and then blow up in a delightful show of dust, light and color. Everybody loves seeing the fireworks for New Years Eve, the colors are wonderful and seeing poor crying bitties blowing up in the sky is always a fun experience for the whole family!!

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Your younger brother had a habit of shaking his gifts first to figure out what they were. You often adviced him against it, telling him that one day he would end up breaking one of his gifts that way. He often ignored your advice, until that christmas morning where you saw him shaking a particular gift extremely hard. You could hear something small rattling and squeaking inside, and even some very faint cracking sounds, but he still couldn’t figure out what it was.

You assumed he finally learned his lesson once he opened the box to find a Sansy bitty inside, with all his bones broken and shattered into pieces and with both arms already turning into dust. He could barely speak as all his teeth had broken and he couldn’t even move as his legs had just began dusting.

Your parents decided to simply flush him down the toilet, not even considering monster candy or any other remedy. It’s not like your brother particularly cared for the bitty anyways, since you saw him quickly move on to the next gift as if nothing had happened, but you did notice that he stopped shaking his gifts after that incident.

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Cherry cried nonstop as you hung him up in the tree, at the highest spot near the bright glowing star. You had shoved him inside one of those DIY ornaments that were made of clear plastic and were hollow inside. He banged the plastic capsule nonstop, begging you to please take him down, promising to be more grateful for the gifts you give him from now own.

You shook your head at that, maybe he should’ve been more grateful for the used trash you sloppily wrapped up for him. He should be happy to recieve even a cup of dirt, he should be grateful despite how horrible or awful your gifts for him were. Its the least he could do after being such a useless burden that provided nothing and only pissed and cried all day.

He panicked and began soiling himself once he saw you walk away back to your bedroom. He begged you in tears to not leave him here, PLEASE!! ITS TOO HIGH!! ITS COLD!! PLEASE LET HIM OUT!! THIS ORNAMENT IS TOO SMALL!! HE CANT BREATHE!! HES SCARED!! PLEASE!! His inconsolable screams intensify once he hears you close and lock your bedroom door. He’s drowining in his own waste, left all alone at such a high spot on the tree. He keeps calling your name between sobs, but you ignore him.

The next morning, you find the broken shards of the ornament on the floor. There’s dust scattered around as well, and you find Cherry’s little soiled pajamas at the top of one of the little dust piles. You shrug and decide to make yourself a nice coffee to start your day. Afterall, you had better things to do like that christmas lunch with friends!

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[mrchaosman]

Well, since yesterday, I decided to explain all my secret bosses for my Deltarune take.

DELTARUNE: ASTRONOMY.

So let's get started.

Flowlezz.

Flowlezz is the secret boss/Shadow crystal holder to my chapter 3 take.

Flowlezz mostly is based on Woody Theory but not much of a "Friend Inside Me" situation.

He was the local Sheriff to his old town before Tenna's takeover.

After Tenna take over the town and turned it into a entertainment city, Flowlezz holds a big hatred for Tenna, Tenna then throw him away to the desert.

After that, Flowlezz comes across a "someone" who told Flowlezz he can get his vengeance from both of Tenna and the Lightner that thrown him away (Toriel).

The stranger, told Him with the same forbidden knowledge that driven both of Jevil and Spamton to insanity.

After that, Flowlezz hunting the desert to he'll find some IDIOT enough to help him to get his vengeance.

Flowlezz's themes:

Watched (pre-Flowlezz encounter song).

Your Local Sheriff (Flowlezz theme).

Get Stronger (Flowlezz's regular fight theme).

Floral Shootout (Flowlezz's fight against the fun gang theme).

Falling Petals (a theme with the circus/Dialton motif).

Payback Time (Flowlezz's pre-battle theme).

YOU'VE GOT FRIEND (Flowlezz's boss fight theme).

Endless Dark (Flowlezz's defeat theme).

Shoot or Get Shooted (Flowlezz's Mother Route theme).

BATTLE AGAINST A FLORAL GUNSLINGER (Flowlezz's Mother Route boss fight).

Soul mode: Green SOUL (Shield mode, Hold Z to summoning a sword and destroy all bullets).

Freed:

Freed is the secret boss/Shadow Crystal Holder to my chapter 4 take.

His personality and character based on rhythm games like PaRappa The Rapper and Fnf.

Freed is the other Sock that sans didn't pick it up (the one we see is Sockwald).

Freed was once a famous rapper in the dark world, famous enough that The Greater let him in his castle.

One day, something happened..

Freed's songs start getting boring and the audience start get unsatisfied.

For that, The Greater kicked Freed from not his castle, but from the entire dark world.

Freed, while being homeless, encountered a strange man, the man told him the truths about his existence, the man touched Freed's eye and it explode, leaving some sort of power coming from it.

Freed now stays in his old stage, hoping that someone can bring him the Dark Orb.

Freed's themes:

Hiddin Out (Pre-Freed encounter theme).

A Cool Rapper appears (Freed's introduce theme).

Freed (Freed's theme).

HITZ ZOME RAPZ (Freed's rap battle/regular fight theme).

Freed's Night Funkin (a theme with The circus/Dialton motif).

The Dark Orb (the theme that plays when You find the dark orb).

Getting Socked (Freed's pre-battle theme).

INZANITYMANIA (FREED LOVANIA battle theme).

A very tired Rapper (Freed's defeat theme).

INZANITYMANIA (Bonestriker Route edition).

Soul Mode: Blue SOUL (Gravity Mode: hold Z to Fly Jump).

Fire-E.

Fire-E is my secret boss/Shadow Crystal Holder for my chapter 5 take.

Fire-E takes his concepts away from his "chill" peers.

Fire-E was supposed to be the main mascot to Ice-E, but he been rejected and replaced by Ice-E.

In Dark World, Fire-E been miserably treated like trach by other ICE-E'S as he was different from them.

They casted him out.

Fire-E was miserably waiting for the Lightner that Rejected him (Mayor Holiday).

As he wait, a strange man comes to him, the man told Fire-E that the Lightner will never back to him, and showed him how Ice-E was successful without Fire-E, and no one seemed cared about him.

The man told Fire-E about the truths of his life and everything.

After that, The flames of anger burned inside Fire-E as he planning to "burn" everyone who has forgotten him, till some random Lightners comes across him.

Fire-E's themes.

Dread Around (pre-Fire-E encounter theme).

B"E"HOLD!!!! (Fire-E's introduction theme).

Fire-E (Fire-E's theme).

Burn with FIR"E" (Fire-E's regular fight theme).

Burned Pains (A theme with the circus/Dialton motif).

Overheated (Fire-E's pre-battle theme).

THE DEVIL'S REJECT (FIRE-E GAMMA boss fight).

Calm Your Fire (Fire-E's Defeat theme).

THE DEVIL REJECT ("in My way" Route edition).

Soul Mode: Cyan SOUL (water mode: hold Z to water Your way through LAVA).

Chuncky:

Chuncky is my Secret boss/Shadow Crystal Holder for my Chapter 6 take.

Chuncky (like The Neighbour by @creepa-b0t-inc ) Is based on an horror icon, in this case, Chucky.

Chuncky was a goofy doll been given to MT (Monster Teen) as a birthday gift.

Monster Teen didn't like him, since he "gives them creeps every time they sleep".

So they put him in the their old closet.

In Dark World, Chuncky was a like any darkner, however, he was different, he been jailed in a dark area, where he was calling for help.

Suddenly, a strange man comes to him, and set him free from his prison.

The man told Chuncky about that his lightner has left him for dark, as well as telling him the truth about his existence in a game.

Chuncky, drivied by madness and anger, has started to use demonic magic.

As he wait in the Junkyard, waiting for his Lightner to come one day.

Chuncky's themes:

Something off (Pre-Chuncky encounter theme).

Chuncky, Your friend till the end (Chuncky's theme).

Music Box (a theme with the circus/Dialton motif).

The rituals (Chuncky's Pre-battle theme).

PLAYTIME! (Chuncky's boss fight theme).

I like to be hanged (Chuncky's defeat theme).

TRUE CLASSIC NEVER GOES OUT ITS STYLE (Chuncky's Crushfists Route boss fight theme).

Soul Mode: Orange SOUL (Punch Mode: hold Z to Punch back).

Eva:

Eva is my secret boss/Shadow Crystal Holder for my chapter 7 take.

Eva is one three creatures Gaster created, along with Creation.6 and redacted.

Eva was already insane because she already the same forbidden knowledge.

Eva, like the amalgamates, can shift herself into anything she wants, like objects, animals and even Humans and Monsters.

She believes that if she destroy the whole existence and recreate it back, she'll be "Free" from the correct existence.

She finds nothing matters, seeing Life as "Prison of Emotions".

Eva's themes:

Darkness Falls (kinda different, Pre-Eva encounter theme).

A Ghastly Encounter (Dessva/Eva's introduces theme).

Eva (Eva's theme).

Ghostem (Eva's regular fight theme).

Moment of Birth (a theme with the circus/Dialton motif).

Hunted (Eva's Pre-boss battle theme).

THE DARKNESS GROWS (Eva's boss fight theme).

Gallery of Sorrows (Eva's defeat theme).

I'M WITH YOU IN THE DARK (Eva's Snowgrave II boss fight theme).

Soul Mode: Purple SOUL (move on strings: Hold Z to release "Ghostwaves").

Marya:

Marya is my secret boss/Shadow Crystal Holder for my chapter 8 take.

She is one of few who "personally" knows the Angel from the prophecy.

She used to be a normal angel, serving God with her fellow angels.

One day, She sinned and falls from heaven to the earth, and her wings has been taken from her, instead she been given a legs to move.

She stayed in the preacher's church.

Every day, She pray for God to forgive her.

One day, she come across a man, a strange man who told her the truth about her existence and everything.

However, She refused to listen to the man and continued to pray.

With each passing day, she almost went insane.

She then decided to wait for any Lightner to test their faith.

Marya's theme.

Heavenly Approaches (Marya's introduction Theme).

An Angelic Mother (Marya's theme).

Rise Your Faith (Marya's regular fight theme).

Bells of Falls (A theme with the circus/Dialton motif).

A Brighter End (Marya's Pre-battle theme).

ANGEL OF FREEDOM (Marya's boss fight theme).

Forgiveness (Marya's Defeat theme).

FOR THE FATE OF ALL (Marya's Hammered Route boss fight).

Soul Mode: Pink SOUL (dash mode: Hold Z to dash through Attacks).

StarNight.

StarNight is my secret boss/Shadow Crystal Holder for my chapter 9 take.

She kinda based on The Collector.

She was the most amazing preformer in the dark.

She was loved by everyone in her dark world, she even called a "Shining Star".

But one day, something happened...

She encountered a strange man.

The man told her about everything from her existence and that she is in a game.

She went insane, to the point that she shattered across the universe.

She been waiting in the stage, as she desires the crown in the Countess' Castle.

She wants crown to absorbs its powers so she can set, not just herself, but also every single creature from both of The light and dark worlds.

... till a sudden Lightner

Till a Lightner comes and accidentally helps her

StarNight's themes:

The Old Stage (pre-StarNight encounter theme).

StarNight (StarNight theme).

Shining With Stars (A theme with the circus/Dialton motif).

One More Dance (StarNight's Pre-boss battle theme).

SHINING WITH THE HEAVEN (StarNight Boss fight theme).

Shattered Around (StarNight's defeat theme).

STARS AND VISIONS (StarNight's [[HYPERLINK]] Route boss fight theme).

Soul Mode: Red/Blue SOUL (split mode: Hold Z to Spin).

Darkrabbit:

Darkrabbit is my secret boss/Shadow Crystal Holder for my chapter 0 take.

Unlike most of the secret bosses, Darkrabbit's Palettes is the one used in the legend cuteness.

Darkrabbit also doesn't have any Light World counterparts, because he is darkner based on Lightner's thoughts.

He has no much understanding of Good, since he is very sadistic and very evil.

He always follows Dess through the entire Dark World.

Darkrabbit is also the only secret boss who doesn't talk.

He just wants to play with her...

In A MISCHIEVOUS WAY.

Darkrabbit's themes:

Something Watching You (Pre-Darkrabbit encounter theme).

A Mischievous Rabbit (Darkrabbit's theme).

LET'S PLAY (Darkrabbit's regular fight theme).

Rabbit's Hole (a theme with the circus/Dialton motif).

Hop Hop (Darkrabbit's Pre-boss battle theme).

A MISCHIEVOUS WAY (Darkrabbit's boss fight theme).

Happy Ending (Darkrabbit's defeat theme).

Soul Mode: Golden SOUL (absorbs and shoots back mode).

So yeah.

That's all...

For Now.

See you later.

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

The Accident (Part Two)

Whumptober 2022: #25. Silence is Golden Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Top Gun Gang, f!reader, Robert "Bob" Floyd Word Count: 3428 TW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hospital, Descriptions of Injuries, Lies, Grief, Blaming Oneself Notes: Thank you to @green-socks for looking this over for me and for the initial request! 💖 Part One, Part Two, Part Three (coming soon)

By the time you make it to the site of the accident, the emergency crew has freed Bob and Jake from the car and are just about to load them into the ambulance. Luckily, you know all four of the guys on the scene and manage to talk your way into riding with them to the hospital. Bradley tells you he will drive your car and meet you there. You hesitate for a moment, unsure if he is in any mental or emotional condition to drive, but he reassures you he is and you are too focused on Bob to worry about it too much. So you toss him the keys and climb into the ambulance.

It is a tight fit with all the equipment, you, Bob, Jake, and the emergency crew weaving back and forth between the two stretchers, trying to treat both men at the same time. You hadn’t really been able to get a good look at Jake on the video call, but he is bleeding heavily from a wound on his head, the blood matting his blond hair before pouring down his face. His eyes are closed and his skin is sickly pale but as horrible as it makes you feel, you turn your back on him so you can watch as the team works on Bob. 

One EMT is carefully pulling shards of glass from the windshield and his glasses out of his face. They have already removed what is left of his frames and it has just revealed more damage and gore. You quickly glance away, not sure if what you saw was bone showing through at the bridge of his nose, but also not wanting to find out one way or the other. 

Instead, you focus on his chest. One of the first things they had done once Bob was situated in the rig was to slip an oxygen mask over his face and rip open his shirt to examine his chest. Bob has always been self-conscious of his body and rarely removed his shirt in front of anyone but you. But you loved his body and told him so often. He was just as toned and fit as Bradley or Jake, though in a slightly more subtle way. You loved laying your head on his bare chest at night as you drifted off to sleep, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat. 

But now, his usually pale chest is awash with reds, and blues, and purples. It looks as if he had been punched in the chest by the Hulk. The EMTs said it was from the airbag going off and luckily all of his breathing problems seemed to just be from the bruising, not a punctured or collapsed lung. At least that is something.

You take his right hand gently in yours while another EMT applies a brace to Bob’s injured left arm. They can’t diagnose him without an x-ray, but they guess he probably has a broken wrist and forearm. But just like with everything else, they need to wait for the doctors at the hospital to tell you for sure. 

Suddenly, one of the monitors on the other side of the rig starts blaring and all four EMTs rush to Jake’s side, leaving you alone with Bob. Bending over, you whisper in his ear, “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. It’s going to be alright. You just need to fight through this, okay? I know it hurts and it’s going to be tough, but you can’t leave me like this. Please, Bobby. Please come back to me.” 

You gently place a kiss on his knuckles before squeezing your eyes together. No matter what happens, no matter how bad it is, as long as Bob pulls through, that’s all you care about. After all, you’re supposed to be planning a wedding. 

For the next twelve hours, there is nothing for you to do but sit and wait for your questions to be answered. Wait to find out the outcome of one of Bob’s numerous surgeries and his prognosis. Wait to find out if they managed to stabilize Jake. Wait to find out if Bradley got the all-clear on his examination. After twelve hours you have the answers to all of those questions; some good, some heartbreaking. But there is still one question that now remains: when will Bob wake up?

You have just started nodding off when a soft moaning from the bed next to you stirs you awake. Sitting up in your chair, you see Bob weakly pulling on the gauze that is wrapped from the top of his head to the tip of his nose. 

“No, no, no. Hey, don’t mess with that,” you coo softly as you gently move his hand away from the dressings.

“Sweetheart?” he mumbles softly, his words muffled and slurred between his broken, swollen nose and the drugs in his system. “Wh-what happened? What is this? Why can’t I see?”

“You were in a car accident. A truck ran a red light and smashed into you. Right now, you’re in the hospital and they had to wrap bandages around your face because the airbag shattered your glasses into it. They caused a lot of damage. Your nose is broken a-and there are cuts from the glass of the lens and the windshield.” You quickly pull out your phone and text Bradley to let him know Bob woke up. “You also have quite a few broken bones and bruises, but I can go over all that with you later. Right now, I’m just so glad you’re awake! How do you feel?”

“Like I got hit by a truck…. Which apparently I did,” he mutters, shifting slightly and hissing as he grabs his chest with his good hand. “The car…. I was with Rooster and Hangman, right? Are they okay?”

“Fine,” you say curtly, then change the subject. “But can I do anything for you? Are you in any pain? They have you on a bunch of different meds but they couldn’t tell how much they are working until you woke up.”

“As long as I don’t move, it’s not too bad,” he mumbles. But then his voice grows stronger as he asks, “So, how bad is it? Really?” 

You swallow and take a moment to choose your words wisely. “It was bad. Since I knew you were out for the night, I took an extra shift and I was the one to answer when Bradley called it in. I made him send me a video of the crash and….” You take a deep, shuddering breath at the memory of seeing Bob’s broken form in the front seat of the car. “I left work and rushed to the scene. I got there just in time to ride with you and Jake to the hospital. I was so scared you wouldn’t make it.” Tears begin to roll down your cheeks. 

Even though Bob’s face is covered, he knows you well enough to tell what was happening. Reaching out blindly, he searches for your face. Leaning over, you allow his fingers to brush against your cheek and he draws you in closer, wiping away the tears with his thumb.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I made it. Maybe everything’s not quite the same, but–” you bite your lip until you taste blood as you urge yourself not to openly sob “– I’m still here.”

You nod softly, knowing there is still so much more you need to tell him, so much more he needs to know. But right now, you just lean into the warmth of his skin and relish the fact your Bobby is still here with you. 

An hour later, Bob falls back to sleep so you quietly slip out of the room to go grab a coffee and something to eat. As soon as you enter the hall, you notice Bradley standing by a nearby window, talking on the phone. When he sees you, he quickly says his goodbyes and hangs up as he hurries over. “How is he?”

A small smile tugs at your lips as you say, “All things considered, he’s okay. He’s pretty weak and still a little out of it, but I think that will pass once he gets some of the drugs out of his system. But we had a good talk and he’s in pretty good spirits.”

Bradley’s relieved expression hardens into an accusatory glare. Coldly, he says, “You didn’t tell him.” 

Your smile evaporates immediately, and you look at the floor. “How am I supposed to tell him, Bradley? What do I even say?”

“He deserves to know.”

“And he will…. soon. But until then, can’t we give him just a little time to adjust? To regain some strength? Telling him won’t change anything.”

Bradley shakes his head. “So what do we do if he asks? Lie to him? Because I won’t do that. Not about this.”

“Then stay the hell away from him!” you snap, your eyes darting to his. “Haven’t you caused him enough pain already?”

The second the words are out of your mouth, you regret them. You might as well have slapped Bradley across the face. As his expression crumbles, he turns quickly on his heels and storms down the hall but you chase after him.

“Wait, Bradley! Please! I didn’t mean it. I’m just…. I’m hurt and I’m scared and I don’t know how to handle any of this. I might deal with these sorts of situations at work all the time, but as soon as it’s someone I love…. It’s so much harder and I don’t know what to do.” 

He slows to a stop but his back is still facing you. Gently, reaching out and touching his arm, you say, “It wasn’t your fault. I know that. It just popped out. I promise, I don’t blame you for what happened, and I know Bob doesn’t either. You weren’t driving that truck and you couldn’t have known what was going to happen.”

“It should have been me.” The whisper is so soft that you almost didn’t hear it. “We always take advantage of Bob because he doesn’t drink. Like that just automatically makes him the designated driver.”

“I mean,” you shrug slightly. “It does make sense. And I know he doesn’t mind.”

“But he still shouldn’t have to. And Hangman… He didn’t want to leave the bar. He was chatting up a couple of girls but I dragged him away saying we all came together, and we were all leaving together. If I would have just let him stay–” Bradley buries his head in his hands.

“Oh, Bradley….” you wrap your arms around the pilot and he clings to you tightly. Since the day you met him, Bradley Bradshaw seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. His loyalty and devotion to his friends and to his team are one of the things you most admire about the man and you can’t imagine how much this must be weighing on him. It doesn’t surprise you in the least that he blames himself for what happened last night.

You hold him for a long time until he finally straightens and clears his throat. Smiling gently at him, you say, “Hey, I’m sorry I snapped at you and said that. I know you’re dealing with so much right now on top of your own injuries. How are you feeling?”

“Physically? I’m okay. My neck’s still sore but they said it was just whiplash. But I can’t stop thinking about it. Opening my eyes after the crash and seeing them…. Now I can’t close my eyes without seeing them again.” He scrubs his hand over his face and for the first time, you realize how exhausted he looks.

“Is your wife coming by later?”

He shakes his head. “No, I told her to just stay home. There’s nothing she can do here and I don’t want her to have to spend all day here for no reason. She still has really bad morning sickness that lasts most of the day and she’ll just be more comfortable at home.”

“That makes sense, but you should go see her. There’s nothing else you can really do here right now so why don’t you take my car and go home for a few hours? Just call her back and tell her you’re coming home.”

Bradley shifts slightly. “Uh, no. I wasn’t on the phone with her. It was Hangman’s parents. They just booked their tickets and are flying in first thing in the morning.”

“Oh…. I figured the hospital took care of contacting them.”

“Usually they do, but I figured I owed it to them to call them personally so I let them know this morning. His mom was just letting me know what time they were coming in.”

You nod softly but before you can say anything, your phone buzzes. Glancing at it, you say, “Oh! It’s Natasha. I told her I would let her know how Bob is doing. I need to take this.”

“Tell her I said hi.”

“I will. And, Bradley?” You had started to walk away but pause and look back at him. “I mean it. It wasn’t your fault.”

He gives you a small smile, but you both know that doesn’t mean he agrees with you.

Bradley borrows your car that afternoon so he can spend the night at home with his wife and then picks up Jake’s parents from the airport the next morning on his way back to the hospital. You spend the entire day trying your best to avoid bumping into them and you feel terrible about it. Last year, you had met them briefly at a banquet for the Dagger Squad. They both were incredibly kind, caring people and you knew that Mrs. Seresin was the sort of person who would want to comfort you and reassure you that Bob was going to be okay, despite the fact she was dealing with what happened to her son. And you couldn’t handle that at the moment. 

So, you stay next to Bob’s bedside. When he is awake, you read to him or listen to music. A few times when he is extra alert or energized, the two of you discuss wedding plans. But you quickly excuse yourself to use the bathroom when he starts talking about seeing you walk down the aisle with the whole Dagger Squad at his side. Luckily, you manage to close the door before you start sobbing. 

Later, when Bob is asleep, his doctor comes in to give you an update. Everything seems to be healing as expected and there is no sign of infection. It is more than you could have hoped for. However, as the doctor begins to leave, he casually mentions something that makes your heart freeze in your chest. You just nod politely and promise to fill Bob in on all the details, but as soon as the doctor has left the room, you pull out your phone and call Bradley. 

When he picks up, you say, “Tomorrow. They’re doing it tomorrow. He’s going to find out tomorrow.”

Bradley sighs on the other end of the line. “You need to tell him beforehand. He should hear it from you.”

“I-I don’t know if I can,” you whisper. 

“You said it yourself. He’s going to find out one way or another tomorrow anyway so you need to just tell him.”

You nod, even though you know he can’t see it. “I’ll try. But… you’ll be here tomorrow when…”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“Thank you, Bradley.” You turn as Bob begins to stir in his bed. “I have to go, but I’ll text you later.” And without waiting for a response, you hang up the phone.

Deep down, you knew you wouldn’t tell Bob the truth before it was time. But you did try. Every time there was a moment of silence between the two of you that night, you opened your mouth to say it, but nothing came out. 

And then when he overheard a nurse mention they were going to change the bandages on his head tomorrow, he got so excited he was going to have a chance to see you and Bradley and Jake that you gave up even trying to tell him. There was no way you could now.

So, the next morning when a doctor comes in to change Bob’s bandages, you still haven’t told him. And as the doctor starts to make the first cut, Bob stops him. “Um, do you mind waiting just a minute? I think my friends were supposed to be here for this.”

You open your mouth to say something when the door flies open and Bradley sticks his head in. “Sorry! It took me longer than expected. I didn’t realize how hard this thing was to maneuver.” 

With a grunt, he pushes a wheelchair into the room. The blond pilot sitting in it grins as he says, “We’ve all seen how you fly, Bradshaw. Is it such a surprise you have trouble maneuvering a chair?”

Bob grins. “Well, you two seem like your usual selves. Guess you didn’t get banged up too badly.”

Bradley snickers. “Hangman hit his head. Nothing important up there to damage.”

“Hey! I had swelling in my brain, thank you very much! That sounds pretty important to me!” 

“Did you? Or did they just see your inflated ego and misdiagnose you?”

“Screw you! If I–”

“Gentlemen,” the doctor says, clearing his throat. “May I continue?”

Both Bradley and Jake mutter their apologies and the doctor picks up his scissors again. Silently, you cross the room so you are standing next to Bradley and you take his hand, squeezing it so tightly you can feel his knuckles shift in your grasp. 

He looks down at your joined hands, then at your fear-stricken face and he knows you didn’t tell Bob. Paling slightly, he turns his attention back to his friend in the bed, squeezing your hand just as tightly in return.

The doctor finishes cutting through the gauze and begins unwrapping it from Bob’s head. When he is finished, he removes the two cotton pads that had been placed over Bob’s eyes. Slowly, Bob opens his eyes, a smile spread across his face.

But then he blinks. He blinks again. Softly, he shakes his head as he squeezes his eyes closed. And when he opens them again, the smile has dropped from his face. Somehow, you manage to squeeze Bradley’s hand even harder. 

Jake, unaware that something is wrong, chuckles and says, “Goddamn, Bob. That nose looks gnarly. No wonder they had to hide your face from the world for a while.”

But Bob ignores him as, still blinking, he says, “Huh… I, uh, I don’t… I think something’s wrong.”

Slowly, the realization of what is happening passes over Jake’s face. Looking up from his wheelchair at you and Bradley, he says in a hushed voice full of disbelief, “You guys didn’t tell him...”

“Tell me what?” Bob asks, concern and fear dripping from every word. 

“I-I couldn’t.” You turn to face Bob, tears spilling down your face. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what to say.”

“What to sa– Guys, I can’t… Why can’t I–” His head jerks frantically between the three of you and you sob into your hands. Bradley was right, you should have told him. 

Glancing at him, you silently beg Bradley to do what you aren’t strong enough to do. Meeting your eye, he nods slightly before saying, “Yeah, we know, buddy.” 

He sighs heavily as he hangs his head. “They don’t know if it was from the windshield or your glasses, but a large shard of glass sliced the cornea of your left eye. They tried to fix it the best they could but even after it heals, they still expect you to have anywhere from partial to total blindness in that eye.”

Bob’s face pales as his bottom lip quivers slightly. In complete disbelief, his eyes turn to you. You are left gazing at one– a bright blue pool surrounded by a field of pure white –and the other– a blood-red stain surrounding the blue pool, causing an almost violet quality to his iris. However, the betrayal and pain on his face is more painful to look at than his injury. 

You try reaching out to him, but he pulls his hand away. Sinking to the floor, tears still streaming down your cheeks, you whisper, “I’m sorry, Bobby. I’m so sorry.”

Part Three coming soon!

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[gregorygerwitz]

“you are just full of surprises, huh” for Moustead 🙏🏻

me? writing fluff? for Moustead? in 2023? yes.

"you are just full of surprises, huh"

Jay let the door swing shut behind him when he walked into the apartment, stepping toward the kitchen so that he could set the paper bag in his hand on the counter. It freed up a limb so that he could actually settle into the familiar space, setting his things down. His shoes and duffle bag went by the door, and his keys went on the hook above them - it had been installed specifically for that, so that he wouldn't keep forgetting where they were and being late in the mornings - and he left his jacket on when he heard multiple sets of footsteps coming down the hallway.

Well, there was one set of footsteps. The other sound alongside it was the click that came from paws and claws on the laminate floor.

"Hey. You're home late. Was traffic that bad?"

He smiled to himself while he turned around, looking down at the growing puppy that insisted on sniffing everything they brought through the door. Mouse, as usual, hung back, leaving space between them so that there was no risk of tripping over their newest roommate. That was almost enough to change Jay's expression into a frown, the space, if only because he was home late - usually, they had already eaten and getting into bed, not with anything ridiculous like space between them.

"Traffic always sucks, and I had to drive across town to pick something up. I was stupid, thought it wouldn't add that much time to my commute, but..."

"But, your dinner's cold and I've been yawning for the last hour."

Their expressions were mirrors of each other, gentle smiles in the dim light of the entryway. The moment was quiet enough that they could enjoy it, even with little paws begging for attention from socks and the bottom hems of pant legs. That was how most of their nights were spent recently - in the warm comfort of home, the kind of life neither one of them thought they would get. It was perfect, and he wanted to live in those moments for as long as possible.

"Sorry about that. Would it help if I showed you what I got? It's pretty cool. And it took like three days to actually get my hands on it." Jay knelt down to scoop the small pup up in his arms, black and brown fur tickling his nose while he tried to control the excited squirming. "I got you a little present. And I have an idea of what to name you, how does that sound?"

There was an excited yap of a bark from the small body, and he felt his smile grow in a way that matched the warmth of his boyfriend's voice. "You are just full of surprises, huh... couldn't you have all these surprises when the sun is up?"

"No."

Carrying the puppy into the kitchen, Jay shook his head with a grin. Their newest friend was trying to lean out of his arms to sniff at the paper bag, one of the handles catching on his nose and toppling the bag over when he tried to pull back. It was cute, especially when it ended with a furry face hidden in his chest. He liked that, being a safe place for someone, even if that someone was a fraction of his size and afraid of his own shadow.

"Okay..." Mouse stepped up next to him and reached for the bag, his voice slow and groggy where it filtered through his next yawn. "What name idea do I have to shoot down?"

With a scoff, he quickly shook his head. "You don't think I'd be good at naming a dog? That hurts"

"Jay... I don't trust any idea either one of us has right now. It's late, and I'm sure you stopped thinking the second you left the distract. Which is not an insult, just pattern recognition."

"If you're really that tired, get some mugs out. We can have tea before bed. Oh, and get out the matching ones, because..."

He didn't have time to finish the sentence before the cloth was pulled out of the bag. The dark blue bandana was almost inky in the light coming from the hallway, but the stitching on it was in such a bright yellow that it stood out anyway. RANGER was visible in all capitals, in the same font as the word was on the mugs that he'd been starting to request.

They could all match, like a proper family should.

"I thought keeping him was just a temporary thing, until they found him a permanent home. You said we shouldn't name him, because we'd get attached, and then we'd get really sad when we had to let him go."

"Yeah, but... we both kind of got attached, anyway. And there's no guarantee that they're going to find someone willing to take in a partially trained police dog. What if everyone thinks he's vicious? He'd have to stay with us. And he needs a name if he's going to be here for a while."

He'd been looking down at the dog in his arms while he spoke, watching while he sniffed at the bandana that was being held just out of his reach. It meant he missed the softer smile being aimed at him, and the fonder than usual look in the blue eyes that watched him just as closely as he watched their dog.

"You said you'd been trying to get this for three days. That means you decided at least three days ago that we were going to keep him. And just... picked a name without consulting me."

"Is it a bad name? We can still change it."

Jay lifted his head quickly, panic curling in his stomach until he actually saw the expression on Mouse's face. It was still fond, warm, full of all the love that they could pour into their little home. That was enough to help him relax again, but still something he would have to remember to tell his therapist about the moment of doubt, anyway. That was one of the things he needed to work on, tracking when he got anxious and what caused it and how he could make it easier to handle. Having a dog around was helping with that, actually, and that was something he wanted to discuss with her, too.

"I mean, it's a little menacing for a baby who flunked out of police dog training because he's too friendly. But it means something to us, right? It's perfect. However... it is very late, and I'm tired, so bring Ranger to bed whenever you come. Don't be surprised if I'm already asleep."

"Hear that, baby? You've got a name now."

"Okay. You're going to be annoying about this dog, aren't you?" Mouse shook his head, leaning in long enough to kiss his cheek and then the top of the dog's head with a small smile. "It's adorable. Have fun. Just make sure you eat and actually get some sleep, at some point. And he better be wearing that bandana the next time I see him. That's adorable, too."

"I'll put it on him before we come to bed."

"You're the best."

[ praise and admiration prompts ]