#no seriously if you have a moment you think is worse lemme know

[airasora]

So, you think you fumbled with your words poorly? Said something that didn't make sense, was stupid or accidently offensive? Bet you can't top what I said years ago and still haunts me to this day;

A woman came to the dental clinic I worked at to tell us our patient, her husband, had passed away. My coworker then comes into the reception, and I, in front of the widow, told her:

"Patient X has expired."

In Danish, the words for deceased and expired are very close to each other. But it was still the most mortifying and horrible thing that's ever come out of my mouth. I still think about it. Neither the widow nor my coworker said anything, so I've been desperately gaslighting myself into thinking they didn't hear my slip-up.

Still, saying a deceased man has expired is the most shameful moment in my life.

[omgthatdress]

Oh god it gets worse

Okay, before I go any further I should give a little disclaimer that there's nothing wrong with doing a Christian-themed line of dolls. Toys and stories as a way to teach faith are nothing new and can be perfectly appropriate ways for kids to learn.

However the Life of Faith dolls are a unique kind of fucking horrible because they are obviously American Girl knockoffs. Instead of meaningfully engaging with the difficult themes of history like the AG dolls did, they present a disgustingly white-washed, pretty, frilly, and pleasant view of history that straight up ignores the dark stuff.

So the Life of Faith dolls are based on the Elsie Dinsmore stories which were published between 1867 and 1905. They're about a deeply faithful little girl who grows up on a plantation. In the books, when Elsie turns 18, she marries HER FATHER'S BEST FRIEND, because, to quote Wikipedia, "He has been her knight in shining armor who constantly helps her when other people are cruel to her; he has loved her for a long time." Yeah we call that "grooming" today.

Yeah, that's pretty sickening. But there IS a girl who escapes slavery in this series lemme see how that gets addressed....

WAIT YOU'RE TELLING ME SHE ESCAPES FROM THE SAME BEAUTIFUL PLANTATION THE OTHER GIRL WAS RAISED ON?! So when Elsie came of age she would literally own Laylie. Seriously did no one see the conflict in this?! Did no one involved in all of this stop for a moment and think, maybe we're not presenting a fully accurate view of history?

What really galls me is the playing Robin Hood stuff. While enslaved children did find ways to play and have fun, their lived were still dominated by the grueling, demeaning work they had to do. And they would not be given luxurious playthings like bows and arrows and green silk capes. And they didn't have frilly pretty dresses and elaborate hairdos.

I know the dolls are Christian and they all come with a little Bible but like.... Are we just gonna ignore the whole "slaves weren't allowed to read" thing?

While all the other dolls come with lots of dresses and accessories, Laylie only has the one dress and her Robin Hood accessories.

So yeah we're just skipping over the whole Civil War and Reconstruction. Violet is Elsie's daughter still growing up on the plantation like always.

So moral of the story, when you're trying to teach kids about history, maybe try a book series that wasn't written by this lady:

Because you actually can write stories about faith and being Christian that DON'T involve romanticizing slavery.

[cursedcanon]

Brainrot

In which you speak brain rot to them for hours.

Characters: Gojo ,Choso, Sakuna , Geto, Toji, Nanami, Yuji , megumi

Gojo Satoru:

At first, he’s loving it. He thinks it’s hilarious and actively encourages you. “Oh? You’re on your Skibidi grindset today? Lemme join in.” You two are unstoppable—he starts randomly hitting the Skibidi dance mid-conversation, dabbing after every joke, and calling himself the “Rizzler of Jujutsu” unironically. But after hours of nonstop brain-rot, it starts getting to him. You hit him with, “Gojo, be honest… do I have W rizz or L rizz?” He freezes. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple. “Wait. What does that even mean?” He realizes he has no idea what you’re saying anymore. You’ve fried his brain beyond repair.

Choso Kamo:

You’ve been spewing brain-rot all day, and Choso is just standing there, confused as hell. His eyes narrow as he tries to process your words. “Skibidi… rizz?” You nod enthusiastically. “…What does that mean?” You explain it to him. Slowly. Painfully. With a PowerPoint presentation. Choso listens so seriously—arms crossed, deep in thought, nodding occasionally. He’s trying so hard. When you finish, he just blinks. “…I don’t understand.” You tell him, "It’s okay, bro, it’s just rizz." Now he looks even more lost. Later, he asks Yuji for help, only for Yuji to respond, “Oh, it’s just brain-rot, bro.” Choso has a headache for the first time in his life.

SAKUNA:

You’ve been spitting brain-rot all day. Sukuna ignored it at first, thinking you’d eventually run out of steam. But no. You’re only getting worse.

Then, you decide to take it one step further. You straddle his lap, cup his face like he’s the love of your life (which he is, but still), and say:

“Sukuna, you got that ancient, demon king W rizz.”

The room falls dead silent.

The air immediately shifts.

Sukuna just stares at you. Blank. Expressionless. His eye twitches. “…What.”

You double down. “Like, you’re literally the original Rizzler. The first-ever sigma male. The blueprint.”

You can see the exact moment he loses faith in humanity.

“That’s it.” He grabs you, effortlessly tossing you over his shoulder.

“W-Wait, where are we going!?” you laugh, kicking your feet.

His voice is low and filled with menace. “I’m sacrificing you to the shrine.”

He actually starts walking. He fully intends to leave you there until you learn your lesson.

You keep laughing. “Damn, now I got that shrine imprisonment rizz.”

He almost throws you out the window.

Geto Suguru:

At first, he just chuckles and shakes his head. “You’re really something else.” But the more you talk, the more concerned he gets. You hit him with, “Bro, you got that villain arc W rizz.” He physically pauses. “…My what?” You explain. You elaborately explain. He’s genuinely horrified. “This is what non-sorcerers spend their time on? Maybe Gojo was right. Maybe I do need to touch grass.” After hours of listening to your nonsense, he’s just staring at the sky, reevaluating his life choices. You pat his shoulder. “You good?” He sighs. “No.”

Toji Fushiguro:

Toji does not acknowledge a single thing you say at first. He’s heard you spewing brain-rot for hours, and he’s just sitting there, arms crossed, chewing on some food, refusing to engage. But then—then you hit him with, “Toji, you got that fatherless sigma grindset rizz.” He freezes mid-bite. Slowly turns to you. Stares. Deeply. “…What the hell did you just say?” You repeat yourself. He leans forward. “You tryna get killed?” You keep going. “Bro, be honest, do I have W rizz or L rizz?” That’s it. He’s done. He gets up and leaves. Actually walks out the door, gets in a car, and drives off. You don’t see him for a week. When he finally comes back, he just mutters, “Never again.”

Nanami Kento:

You first drop brain-rot on him at 6:01 PM. He has already had the worst day of his life. And now you’re in his ear going, “Nanami, be honest. Do you think Gojo has unspoken rizz?” He just stares at you. Long. Hard. Exhausted. “I don’t know what that means, and I don’t want to.” You don’t stop. You keep going. You ask if he’s on his Skibidi sigma grindset. His grip on his tie tightens. His eye twitches. “I am leaving.” And he does. He actually walks out, books a flight, and vanishes for three days. When he comes back, Gojo asks where he went. Nanami just rubs his temples. “Somewhere far, far away.”

Yuji Itadori

He is ALL IN. He matches your energy immediately. You hit the Skibidi dance? He’s hitting it twice as hard. You say, “Yuji, you got that goofy ahh rizz.” He gasps, clutches his chest, and dramatically falls to the floor. “BRO, YOU TOO!?” You two start communicating entirely in brain-rot. Megumi walks in, sees both of you doing the Skibidi toilet dance in sync, and immediately turns around and leaves. Later, Nanami finds out and actually looks disappointed. Yuji just grins. “Sorry, Nanamin, but we’re on our sigma grindset.” Nanami looks like he’s about to drop-kick him.

Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi already has to deal with Gojo’s nonsense every day. But now? His own partner is speaking pure brain-rot, and he doesn’t know how to cope. At first, he tries to ignore you. Pretend he didn’t hear it. You hit him with, “Megumi, be honest, would you still love me if I was a Skibidi toilet?” He slowly turns to you, staring blankly. “…What?” You repeat the question with full confidence. He just buries his face in his hands. “I need a moment.” Later, when you're cuddling, you mumble, “Lowkey, you kinda got that mysterious, broody rizz.” He physically tenses. “I swear to God, if you say ‘rizz’ one more time—” But the moment you give him puppy eyes, he just sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “…I love you, but you are genuinely the worst.”

[deathofacupid]

helloo this is my first time in a while requesting so if this doesn't make much sense then that's whyy

could I please request peter parker with an s/o who does competitive cheer as a sport, and gets hurt a lot because they have a lot of main parts in routines (like tumbling nd holding girls up nd stuff), peter is always concerned for them cuz they r always hurting something but he also loves seeing them perform at comps and stuff

if you want a better understanding of the sport u could research! but thanks in advance <3

pom-poms and bruises | peter parker

a/n: your request was great, no worries! i did do my fair share of research, but lemme tell you, my knowledge on cheer (or, like, any sport) is mad limited. if i got some information incorrect, i apologize in advance! i took... creative liberties (?) and changed some minor details - instead of competitive cheer, it's high school cheer. enjoy the fic, and i hope i did this request it's justice. sorry this took so long!!

summary: peter can't help but worry seeing you all bruised up, but no matter what, he's your biggest fan.

warnings: the ouchies, innuendos to sex

pairing: fem!cheerleader!reader x peter parker

word count: 1.8k+ words

"oh jeez," peter sighs, rubbing his thumb over the bruise on your cheek. it was a blue-purple, indicating that it was fresh. "what happened?"

you wave him off, grinning, "you know how it goes, battle scars and all."

"scar?" he cocks a brow.

sighing, "battle bruise isn't half as badass."

"right, i forgot the most important thing is proclaiming our dominance in the social hiearchy of the big ol' globe. and obviously not our physical health."

"you wouldn't understand, baby. it's a full time job."

gently, peter pushes you up against your locker. leaning in to whisper, he says, "i wouldn't, angel? best believe i've got battle scars of my own."

"ugh. so not the same. not everyone has the luck of getting to be a human-spider."

"yeah, okay, luck."

"you seriously cannot complain," you deadpan. "that bite did you favors! like, down there, you grew at least- mmph-!"

peter covers your mouth with his hand, "we are not having this conversation."

"it was a compliment! i mean, it's not like you sucked before or anything. i'm just saying it... improved... you."

"somehow, this isn't going the direction you think it is."

"oops. i didn't mean to hurt your over-inflating ego."

"first off, if anyone has an ego that needs to be kept in check, it's you."

"don't blame me," you tell him, "blame the girls," you're referring to your cheer team, pinching his cheeks. "but... maybe i can compensate with a kiss?"

he feigns annoyance, "i suppose." in response, you lean in for a kiss, melting at his touch.

peter kisses your bruise as well, letting it linger for a moment longer. "does it hurt?" he asks.

"barely," you shrug, leaning in for more, but he isn't quite focused on that at the moment. giving you a look, he softly pokes your cheek, to which you wince.

"right. barely."

"don't be a worry-wart, worry-wart."

"i'm not! 'm just concerned!"

"puh-lease," you scoff. "you come back worse! remember that time you broke and entered into my bedroom, then proceed to bleed out onto that cute new rug?"

he looks down, epitome of cute puppy. "yes," peter says, guilty, "i do."

you pat his stomach, nuzzling your nose against his. "see? so you have nothing to worry about. me, on the other hand," you trail off.

"nah. you don't have anything to worry about either, angel."

"watch me worry anyways," you snort.

he pinches your cheeks, and you swat his hands away. "watch it!"

"you're my intellectual property."

"oh, so you're objectifying me now?"

"wait- no! no, of course not!"

"lemme me just say right now, may would not be happy."

peter groans, shoving you away.

"no!" you giggle, "i'm sorry! i won't snitch!"

he peeks an eye open, turning his head just barely to look at you. "fine, i guess," peter pulls you back.

"hey, petey?"

"hm?" he asks, nuzzled in your neck. there's just a few minutes before class starts, and he wants to make the most of it.

"are you coming to the game? it's my first year of being captain, and, well, it'd be cool if you came." suddenly you're more bashful than giggly, and he's quick to assure you.

"are you kidding me? of course i'm coming. i'm not missing the chance to see my girl shine.

"you sure? because i know you don't care for foot-"

"shhh," he presses his palm to your mouth. "yeah, i hate football, but i just to happen to love y- god!" he exclaims as you lick his hand, but in your defense, what did peter expect?"

"you put in on my mouth!"

peter narrows his eyes at you, "vermin."

"see you tonight?"

"see you tonight," peter replies as the bell rings. with one last kiss, you part ways.

your hair was done, two yellow and blue bows to tie the look together. midtown theme eyeshadow was painted on your eyelids, with stars dotted on your cheekbones. you have your cheer uniform on, and you're basically jumping with how giddy you are.

part of you is nervous, because you don't want to mess this up. every year, a senior is picked to be captain, with a junior as a mentee. not only do you have to set a good example for the junior this year, but you have to wow everyone.

checking your makeup one more time, you grab your purse, heading out to the car.

by the time you get there, your teammates are already stretching. on the other side of the field, football players are warming up. last year, liz was captain, well, before she moved. then she got replaced by gwen.

you knew liz and peter... okay, so you weren't completely sure, but they had something. some part of you wanted to be better than liz, entirely for peter. you know it was silly, but you felt like you had something to prove. some families are already in, which is funny, because there's an hour to the game.

it's normally parents and friends of the cheerleaders/players that get here before most people, but there are some occasions.

peter's here, you know that. you haven't looked for him yet, but as you get up, you scan the bleacher. finally, you spot a curly, brown-haired boy (it helps that he's waving like crazy) and his aunt. you blow a kiss to them, grin present of your face.

tasha, one your girls, taps your shoulder, "we're gonna run our routine a couple times, okay? just before the game starts." you pull your eyes away from may and peter, nodding at her.

the familiar music of your routine starts playing. the first part's easy, synchronized movements, shoulder-to-shoulder.

as the routine progresses, you feel the familiar rush of adrenaline. you spot the base of the pyramid, their arms outstretched, and with a deep breath, you allow yourself to be pulled upwards.

their grip is firm and reassuring as you climb, hand over hand, until you reach the apex. a split second later, you're soaring through the air, launching into a full backflip.

as you launch yourself into the backflip, you feel your body twist off-axis. the ground rushes up to meet you, and with a sickening thud, you land flat on your face. a gasp escapes your lips, the sting of impact radiating through your jaw.

the cheers falter for a moment, but your teammates are quick to react. they rush to your side, concern etched on their faces. you sit up, momentarily stunned, but the pain quickly makes itself known.

just as soon as it's there, it's gone, leaving you slightly sore. "i'm okay!" you call out, lopsided smile on your face. the first person you look for is peter, who's already heading towards you.

gently, he moves everyone away. "jesus, are you okay? what'd you fall onto? your head? wait, are you dizzy? lightheaded? nauseated?" peter grabs your by the chin, hurry to inspect everything on your face.

"baby, baby," you say, cradling his hand. "i'm okay, i swear. i might've bruised something... like my ego," you joke, smile on your face, but he is not amused.

"no? okay. well, honestly my jaw is too, or will be," you point to the left side. "'s red?"

"yeah," he winces, "it's gonna leave a nasty bruise." you're sure it's not as bad with makeup on, but you can't be sure.

"does anyone have concealer?" you call out.

jenny, a girl that's your shade nods, "yeah! i'll grab it!" she tosses it to you, and you catch it perfectly.

peter presses his lips together, "so no concussion?"

"because i caught it? to be fair, that was mostly luck."

his eyes widen. "but no! i don't have any concussions!"

peter tilts his head, "icepack?"

"nah. i'm good, really."

he hesitates, "okay. be careful though, seriously." you don't feel like hearing a lecture right now, so you nod quickly.

"i will, i will!"

"because i swear-"

"you won't have to! i'm all good. now leave," you joke, "you're embarrassing me. if i wanted to be smothered, i would've asked for my mom."

he blows a raspberry at you, and gives you a quick kiss. "be careful," he repeats, "and good luck!" he jogs back over to may, and you watch him leave.

jenny giggles as you brush yourself off, "you guys are so cute."

blushing, you murmur a thanks. quickly, you grab your phone to cover up the forming bruise. and there's not really time for another run-through.

all you can do is hope it won't happen again.

there's a small dance at the start of the game and some other here and there, but it's not anything crazy. what is crazy is halftime.

as you get into your position, you fidget. "you'll be great," one of the girls tell you.

"thank you," you smile.

"yeah, no, you will," says another.

you don't feel super ready, not after that fall, but there's not much you can do about it.

the song, louder than before, echoes through your eardrums, a roll of excitement passes through you. no matter how anxious you are, you'll always love cheer.

it's your safe place.

the music swells, and you launch into a series of cheers with your teammates, your voice ringing out in perfect unison. as the routine progresses, you feel the familiar rush of adrenaline. you spot the base of the pyramid, their arms outstretched, and with a deep breath, you allow yourself to be pulled upwards.

their grip is firm and reassuring as you climb, hand over hand, until you reach the apex. a split second later, you're soaring through the air, launching into a full backflip.

you twist perfectly, landing with a confident thud back in the waiting arms of your base. the crowd erupts in cheers, and you beam, the thrill of the successful stunt coursing through you.

you did it, and everyone's squealing. peter's not that far from where you are, and you can hear him shrieking; "that's my girlfriend!"

you grin at him, and he whoops again.

the rest of the game flies by, and you finish the last routine. midtown ends up winning 20-17.

peter scooping you up in his arms, spinning you around. "that was awesome! seriously, like, mind-blown! and you didn't fall this time!"

may comes up beside him, hugging you, "you did fantastic, sweetheart. freaked me out with that fall, though," she chuckles, and you kiss her cheek. "my bad," you tell her, rubbing the back of your neck.

"hey, pete, hun, i'm gonna head out, okay? hospital shift was crazy."

you frown, "was it late?"

may sighs, "two a.m. to five p.m."

"oh, may, you should've gone home to get rest!"

"and miss my lovely girl's big night? you're crazy."

"aww," you coo, hugging her again. "sleep well, okay?"

"oh, please, i'll be knocked out like a baby." you laugh as she leaves.

"we should totally get ice cream," peter says.

"ooh, yes!"

"wait, don't you have an after party?"

"i'd rather spend it with you," peter pecks your lips. "and, we can have extra dessert," he winks.

you frown in confusion, "like cupcakes too? can we get cho- oh. oh! i really, really like that idea."

"good. i'm gonna let you know how badass of a girlfriend you are."

"why don't we skip straight to the second dessert? switch things up?"

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[jellyfishoreo1206]

I really wasn't expecting so many people to like my Mirage x reader so much! I'm glad you guys liked it!

Though this is a rewrite, because I accidentally deleted the original. I'm still a little salty about it but it's whatever

Though there will be a small few changes that aren't updated in the part 1, but nothing much, just how the text will be colored. And some inconsistent POV changes

Y/N-Pink

Mirage-Blue

Noah-Orange

But anyway, here's part two!

Part one is here btw

Meeting Mirage ;)

Warnings: Suggested drug usage, language

"So is there a reason why we're walking instead of taking your car?" Currently right now, Y/N, who was about to go to bed several minutes ago, is now walking the empty streets of Brooklyn with Noah right beside her. And in addition of that, a blindfold for some reason that she's still trying to figure out. It was nearly midnight and this man literally just told her he had something important to show her. Many questions asked, and no answers yet.

He just kept responding with, 'you'll see when we get there', which is slowly starting to tick her off. And to make it just a little worse, she's still in her PJ's, a black tank top, some baggy white sweatpants that aren't even hers, and some worn out spiderman slippers. And it's fucking cold.

"It's close by, not even that long of a walk."

"It better be, because I swear to God Noah if whatever you're about to show me is something stupid I'm going to fucking kick you."

"I swear it's not."

"Also why did it have to be at night? Why not early in the morning?!"

"Because it couldn't wait until early in the morning!"

"Mhm, yeah right. You didn't even let me have time to put on a jacket. It's fucking cold."

"It's summer."

"You know how cold I am naturally!"

"Wouldn't be surprised if you were a lizard."

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm just befriending you so I can slowly take over humanity! Maybe so I can lick all the things I want without getting weird looks from people because it'll all be lizards!"

It was quiet for a moment, before the pair started to laugh at the comment. Sometimes they can't take each other seriously. It's always one of the two that makes the most random comments to ever been said.

"I'll get you some of those croissant thingys from that bakery you like. As a, 'Sorry for dragging you out of your apartment to show you something' apology."

"You better, you mother fucker...and bring some milk too."

"You're the only person I know that likes milk as a beverage."

"Hey! You can make all kinds of shit out of milk! It's not weird to like it as a beverage. Hell, you were drinking it out of your mother once!"

"Never say that sentence ever again."

Sooner or later, they finally arrived at their destination. With the jingling of keys, Noah unlocks a door before gently pulling her into the building. She was immediately hit with the smell of oil, the fumes of paint, and the smell of gas. Wherever they are, Y/N's guessing they're in Noah's garage.

Now, Noah was nervous, the whole entire time they walked here, he was fidgeting with his finger every so often. He fears how his best friend will react to Mirage, and hoping, hoping it's a good reaction. Though, it might be a small chance, but that's not stopping him from praying to the point someone passing by will probably think he's a little crazy.

"Heyyy you're back! And you brought the pretty lady too~" Now Y/N wasn't expecting another person to be here. She thought it would just be the two of them. Not that she was complaining, maybe this important thing needed someone to look after it so it wouldn't break or something.

Though in reality, it's a huge 12ft robot chilling on the floor, waiting for the both of them. But she doesn't know that. Yet.

"Y/N, I want you to me-"

Noah was cut off by Mirage, a pout on his face as he crosses his arms. "Nu uh man! Lemme have this one!" He quickly clears his throat, with a flirtatious smirk replacing that pout in seconds.

"The names Mirage, bonita~ But you can call me yours~" There was a playfulness in his tone, and to Y/N, he seemed very confident and outgoing. Maybe a little flirty, but that's fine with her. Though he does sound rather young, maybe around the same age as Noah? (I don't know how old he is, but I'm guessing maybe around 19-21, also reader is like 6 years older than Noah) And what a strange name, maybe it's a nickname he likes to go by.

"That's the most cheesiest line I've ever heard in my entire life." Y/N let's a chuckle slip through, snapping out of her little mind rant, a small smile making it's way onto her lips.

"Hey I spent a good amount of time on that! Plus, it's not that cheesey.."

"..Was that too cheesey?"

"Dude you're the one who came up with it, not me."

"But you're supposed to be my wingman here! I scratch your back, you scratch mine." There was a small stare down between the two, before Noah sighed.

"...okay maybe it was a little too cheesey-"

"I may not be able to see, but you guys are horrible at whispering."

Y/N was still standing somewhat next to Noah, arms crossed over her chest as she waited for their so called secret conversation to be over with. All the things she wants do is to go to sleep and enjoy her day-off the next day. That's all she asks for.

"Anyway, what's that important thing you wanted to show me, Noah?" She goes to remove the blindfold, but was stopped by a frantic Noah holding her wrists in a soft, but firm, grip.

"Shit! S-Sorry, it's just.." Noah sighs out in frustration, letting go of Y/N's wrists. "I gotta tell you something before I show you the thing." Said woman raised her brow at Noah's behavior. Now's she getting a little worried for what the hell Noah might show her.

"It's.. It's not something illegal, right?"

"No!" He pauses for a few seconds, "At least I don't thin-"

"NOAH-??"

"Right. So, uh, I think it's best if you just..see for yourself?"

"Why do you sound so unsure." Finally glad to be able to take off the damn fabric, Y/N looks at her surroundings, blinking rapidly to adjust her eyes. Her suspicions of being in Noah's garage was correct. But what she wasn't expecting was a huge metal being sitting in the middle of the room, optics on her with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Hey~"

It takes a few seconds before her mind could catch up, her expression blank. When the scene in front of her processed completely, she immediately turned around, walking towards the door with fast and hurried steps.

"Nope. Nu-uh. Not dealing with this shit tonight. Fuck this shit. I'm out. Peace. Adíos. Goodbye forever. So lon-"

"Y/N wait c-come back!"

"And I will walk 500 miles, and I'll walk 500 more-" Grabbing onto the handle, she tries to open it. Only thing was the door jammed repeatedly. "Fucking shit."

"Ouch, they never treated E.T like this." He pouts, dramatically putting the back of his hand to his forehelm. Now he was kind of expecting her to scream or least for her to faint, but this reaction was more amusing.

"Just let me, uh, us explain-!" Noah forcefully put himself between Y/N and the door, holding out his arms so she wouldn't try to go around. A staredown ensues.

"Please..?" Shrugging his shoulders a little with an unsure smile on his face, his attempt to make himself as convincing as possible. With a sigh, she nods, backing away from the door with slight hesitation. Turning back to the robot in question, Mirage has a bubbly smile on his face, optics lighting up.

"There you go! I ain' gonna hurt you," The mech coos teasingly. "Quite a show you put up though, ever thought of doing stand-up comedy?"

Y/N was still a bit tense, looking at the bot in caution. She doesn't even know what to do in a kind of situation like this. Hell, what do you even do in a kind of situation like this?

But despite that, Noah seems to know, Mirage was his name? He seems to know him pretty well, from how well Noah and him seem to get along. It actually explains a lot of things, that you didn't realize until then. How Noah seemed to be very secretive whenever it came to his garage, and seemed to be somewhat cautious whenever someone looks through his things.

"It's okay mami, you can admire this handsome face as long as you like~" Mirage's flirtatious voice broke you out of your mind ramble, a blush covering your face in an instant. You spaced out without realizing it.

"S-shit my bad."

"Heyy, it's alright~ Not often you come across a face like this!" He sticks his glossa out, making a peace sign with his servos as he winks at her. It, oddly made him cute. A small chuckle comes out of the woman, posture now slightly relaxed a little more, but still tense. Thinking this was a dream, she goes to pinch her arm as hard as she can, but no it's no dream. Maybe she had to much edibles before going to bed, and she was just in the streets all sluggish and her mind is throwing delusions at her, just for entertainment. Like a jester of sorts.

But she ran out of edibles 3 days ago, so that's most likely not the reason why.

Like promised, Noah and Mirage explained what, where, who, and why he was on Earth. And that there's more of him. And that they can transform into cars. And he demonstrated this, by transforming into a car himself. The Frankenstein car you were inside not longer than a week ago.

Now the dots were finally connecting.

She continues to ask him a variety of questions, each of which ranging from how long he's been on Earth, why he choose a Porsche to be his alt mode (to which he responded with, "A cool guy like me needs to have a pretty cool alt to go along with it" followed by a flirtatious wink), and how many other people know about his existence. By know your shoulders are less tense, posture completely relaxed as she continues a conversation with (mainly Mirage) the two of them.

And Mirage, being the big flirt he is, kept throwing pick-up lines whenever the chance showed itself, accompanied by a wink and a cute smirk. Each one making you a little flustered.

Eventually Noah had to leave, because apparently Kris never went to sleep in the first place, to busy to defeat Bowser. He knew because Kris accidentally blew his cover via walkie-talkie. So now it's just you and Mirage, all alone in the garage.

It felt somewhat awkward, but Mirage always found a way to break the silence of everything.

"So how'd you meet my boy?"

"His mom, she was a co-worker of mine a few years ago, and decided to invite me over to her house to meet her kids."

"And what, you guys hit it off there?"

Y/N let's out a small chuckle, shaking her head. "Not exactly. He was a little nervous at the start. We only started talking when I offered to babysit Kris." And the conversation continued on from there, leaking into the early hours of the morning.

Mirage knew he wanted to know and see more about the human, she's just so pretty and fascinating! And her reactions and little faces she makes are so cute to him, make him wanna squeeze her little cheeks. His tanks are filled with the fluttery feeling again, the more they talk, the more it increases. Now he knew when to take risks, and this is one of them definitely. He knows he wants to see more of her, to keep talking with her. Just makes his spark go absolutely crazy.

So why not ask her out?

Alright Mirage, you can do this, my man! Don't let that nervous feeling pull you down. C'mon c'mon c'mon! When will you get another chance like this ever again?

After giving himself a small prep talk, Mirage finally asks. "Hey you wanna go to the drive-ins sometime tomorrow? I'd love to keep seeing that pretty face of yours more~" A wink following with a smirk. His confidence was all over the place, and his spark was beating rapidly, like it's going to come out of his chassis. Obviously it wasn't shown on his face, but internally he was a nervous wreck.

You were somewhat taken off-guard by his question, a blush covering your cheeks. Is he asking you out on a date? I mean, he could be asking to hang out more, but his various flirtatious comments and compliments thrown at you made you think otherwise.

Now that she thinks about, he's actually a lot better than any person she's been in a relationship with. He's actually makes her laugh, is nice and gentle, a good listener, and overall quite comfortable to be around with. And he's quite a cutie and handsome one too..fuck it.

"Sure. What time, handsome~?" The mech perked up at her response, optics lighting up. "How 'bout sometime at 7? I know a pretty good spot~"

"Then it's a date." Oh how that word made his spark flutter. He does a little dance and fists his hand in the air for his small victory, Y/N laughing a little at his antics. Her cheeks hurt so much from smiling so much. She's pretty excited for tomorrow's drive-in now.

When Mirage finally settles down, she beckons him down to be at her level, a small mischievous smile on her face. Confused, he does so, couching down until becoming face to face with her smiling face.

Warm lips peck his metal cheek, his optics widening in surprise at the bold gesture, a blue blush makes itself known on his face. The warmth spreading through his entire body as a shiver goes up his backstruts. Now he's for sure his spark might just beat out his chassis. She can practically hear it!

"Something for you to think about until tomorrow~ Goodnight Mirage~" And with that, she leaves the garage, a big smile on her face as she makes her way home, ready to finally crash into her bed and excited for the night tomorrow.

Mirage was left crouching in the garage, a surprised look still of his face, still trying to process what had just happen. His look of shock then quickly shifted to a look of giddiness, letting out a victory whoop as he tries to calm his beating spark.

"Man, what a woman!" And he cannot wait to see her again.

[galaxycunt]

I Can’t Keep Crying pt 3

Pt 1 Pt 2

Quick lil note to say I love every comment I been getting on my stuff and ilysm kissing u all mwah mwah it really makes my day

Story under the cut: angst only rn

You shared a cigarette on the deck with a crew mate, watching Buggy from afar. Sometimes if it was cold, he used to lend you the coat he was wearing right now. What a fool he made you out to be.

”Captain’s let his bird fly out the cage finally?”

”Oh, shut the fuck up.”

He only laughed, “Cabaji gets his sloppy seconds, you could do worse.”

You flicked the butt in his face, storming off below the deck. Before all this, Buggy was teaching you how to throw knives. You decided it was perfect time to imagine the empty barrel was his face.

You could think of a hundred reasons for why Buggy was bad for you, but the good times popped up. His laugh, the real one he seemed to save just for you. The way he’d protect you during a raid, shoving you downstairs in a hurry yelling at you to hide. Letting you watch his shows from the catwalk, his eyes shining brightly in the spotlight as he looked up at you.

It wasn’t romantic for most people, but things were different on the sea. After a raid on a village, he kept a small box close with him. He hid away from the crew, only coming out when you said you didn’t want to eat dinner alone. He had his moods, he was soft around you. He never told you what was in there, only his mood giving a hint to what it was. Closer than what anyone else got.

”Needs work, thank god you’re not my first wave of defense,” said a voice behind you.

”Is there more to be done, captain?”

He smiled, “nah. Just wanted to see what you were up to.”

You looked him up and down, “nice necklace.”

”Eh, gonna hock it next time we dock somewhere. Can’t figure out what put in it anyway.”

You forced a smile, “I thought even pirates loved their mama.”

“Now that’s funny.”

You nodded politely, turning to leave. Buggy stopped you, his brows furrowed like he was struggling what to say.

“I didn’t…know that..well, I don’t have to really explain myself do I?”

”Excuse me?”

”Lemme make it up to you, steal a table at Baratie, dine and dash. Something fun and exciting!”

”What? No, I’m not doing that.”

He frowned, “aw come on, you’re not turning legit now, are you?”

You smiled, “I’m not doing that with you.”

Hurt flashed across his face for only a moment, “you did it first you know.”

This confused you, having no idea what he was talking about. You sized up your captain, he was a stubborn bastard.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to, so I doubt it.”

”Go clean the head.”

”You’re seriously giving me cabin boy duty?”

He nodded, causing you to groan. He smiled satisfied, he was going to make you regret sleeping with the boss. If that was how he was going to act, you were going to make him regret it too. Cabin boy was easy to pay off for shit duty.

”I’m sure there’s a way to convince your captain differently, if you wanted to be persuasive.”

Buggy stepped closer, bumping into your chest. His breath smelled of whiskey, his aura pulling you closer. It was like that when you joined his crew, amused instead of angry that you tried stealing from him. Buggy had a way with people, making them stay. You knew better.

”You don’t like me Buggy, simple as that. You made it clear more than once.”

He was at a loss for words, letting you walk away as he stood there. You held in your tears until you reached your room. The worst part about being on a ship was the lack of privacy. In your dreams, Buggy would proudly proclaim his love for you, in front of the whole world. Instead of letting you hover around him, the crew would judge you, yet you didn’t get special treatment when it came to chores.

He did give you his cabin to be alone in, and that was something you wished you had now. You cried softly, face down in your pillow. What did he mean earlier? What did you do first?

You heard your name called, ignoring it.

“You okay?”

It was your friend, petting your head softly. You gave a thumbs up, rubbing your face like nothing happened. She smiled, giving you the mug of coffee in her hand. The ship was set to sail for a small village, peaceful and full of gold. You chatted about the show, what your friend had planned.

“So what’s your plan?”

”I’ll probably still run the lights and curtains.”

”No, about him.”

You sighed, “he’s a grown ass man, he won’t apologize and I’m not gonna coddle him. We’re pirates for fuck’s sake.”

Surprisingly, Buggy still allowed you to run the lights. In the middle of the ring was the mayor, bound and gagged as Buggy made his grand entrance. He was nicer when the show ran smoothly, a little more willing to let people live.

And your mother had much bigger plans for you and your life.

Buggy glanced up at you, winking as he tortured the mayor for the key to the bank vault. He was still very handsome, sexy when he exerted his power over others. The gasps from the audience reminded you of the first time you saw his powers, it was intoxicating.

You used this opportunity to sneak away, heading towards his cabin. You weren’t sure what you wanted to find, his room was messy as always. You had some clothes left behind, deciding to take a pile. You searched around for your locket, not remembering if he kept it on today. The accordion was still in its case, you took that one too. If he was going to punish you for stealing your own things, so be it.

Realizing you never had the whole ship to yourself, you pushed your luck, snooping in his personal items. Sealed letters from someone, the name sounding familiar. Under a pile of scarves was a small box, you wondered if the locket was inside. Were you still willing to steal that damn thing from him?

You decided against it, running to your room and back to the tent before anyone noticed. You stood in the back, watching the show. The crew was probably going to stay here another couple of days, Buggy loved his adoring fans. You could escape if your luck ran out.

The show ended, Buggy noticing you near the entrance, he smiled and let you go on your way with the rest of the crew to drink. His words entered your mind again, what imagined transgression against him was he thinking of?

The crew liked putting on a small show for themselves, your friend waving as she flipped through the air. You’d miss this crew if you had to leave, Buggy couldn’t ruin this for you. You smiled, hoping to let this whole thing blow over.

You heard your name bellowed out from across the tent, Buggy marching straight toward you. The rest of the crew adverted their eyes, he was on a warpath.

You stood up straight, “yes, sir?”

”You were in my cabin. What did you take? Treasure? A map? Money?”

“My clothes. I had clothes there,” you stuttered.

He glanced around the room, “my cabin. Now.”

You nodded as you’re hurried past the crowd, embarrassed and slightly afraid. Thankful he wasn’t about to air out your relationship failures in the open. It didn’t mean anything good either way.

Buggy spun around as soon as the door closed, angry to the brim.

”You stole from me.”

”I…didn’t.”

”Yes, you did.”

”The accordion? I only took my things back.”

He waved around his room, “oh! Is that all? Nothing else? Nothing in that desk?”

You shook your head, of course he’d find out. You didn’t take anything, your only saving grace.

”I was looking for my locket,” you held up your hands, “I’m not stupid, Buggy. I only take what’s mine.”

He searched your face, the wind blowing out of his sails, he believed you.

With a laugh he shook his head, “you’re gonna be the death of me. Swear to god.”

With a nervous smile, you tried to leave. He still stopped you, lightly grabbing your arm. His eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn’t place, unsure if he could either.

“I would like to hear a song, if you’re willing to grant an audience. That’s how I’ll forgive you.”

You smile, “I’ll be right back then.”

The words slipped out so easily, the way your body moved too. You played in your youth, something you did to pass the time on long voyages. On your last ship, it was lost in the wreck. You couldn’t find a reason to get it replaced, feeling like you had no need to. You only told him about it once, in an inn months ago while you bathed together. He liked your singing, not surprised that you always been some sort of artist your whole life.

That day was when you realized you were in love with him.

“Captain?”

”Come in, I was just uh, setting the mood, I guess.”

The cabin was dimly lit, a sheer red scarf placed over a lamp. He held up his hands, motioning you to sit on his chair. You giggled, covering up your nerves.

“Any requests, captain?”

”Oh you can call me Buggy, and uh. I dunno, dealer’s choice.”

You could only remember a song partially, singing a song of a woman left at the altar on her wedding day. The notes were fumbled, your foot tapping next to his, he hummed along not knowing the lyrics.

You had a good time despite yourself, smiling as you made up a song on the spot. You could remember simple chords, singing about the woman from the previous song taking to the sea to cut her fiancé’s head off. Buggy laughed hard at that one.

“Beautiful!”

You smiled, “thanks, Bug.”

You got up to leave, Buggy stopping you again. He held his breath, thinking of something to say.

”You don’t have to leave so soon do you?”

He looked so sad, so lonely. You were certain it had to be projection on your part. He held out a hand, letting you place your fingers gently on his palm. You were in love with an image, one he displayed in full before you. You had doubts, and that was reason enough to leave.

”I can’t. I really can’t.”

He only nodded, letting you take your things with you. As you closed the door you hear him release a shuddering breath, matching the sob you were holding in yourself.

[elementaldoughnut12]

"The Angel with a Shiny Pearl"

*contains blood, crying, the start of a sexual act*

*This is on the same night that all three had matches at Wrestle Dynasty*

Doughnut Team: @afterdarkprincess @thlayli-ra

Special tag: @maxbuck (if you don't wanna be tagged just message me)

“OK Mr. Omega lemme go get some painkillers for you and then you can be on your way!” The doctor says as he puts away the medical supplies. “Great, thank you doctor” Kenny says tiredly as the doctor leaves the room. He lays down on the medical table and lets out a sigh of relief. He did it… he actually won. He won his first match after being out for a year when he thought he'd never wrestle again. Sure his shoulder is acting up and his face is covered in blood but it's worth it knowing he can still do this.

He just wished he could spend this moment with his special someone. He was interrupted by his thoughts when he heard a knock at the door. “Come in but don't attack me!” Kenny says as he continues looking at the ceiling. He hears the footsteps walk towards him and feels a hand gently touching his shoulder. “You've always said that line and yet it always makes me laugh” the voice said with a small laugh. Kenny sits up and is surprised to see his wish has been answered.

There stands Matt Jackson with his ring gear on, hair down and messy and wearing his pearl necklace and earrings. “M-Matt? What are you still doing here?” Kenny asks, causing Matt to laugh again. “I saw your match and I wanted to check on you like I always did when we came here” Matt says as he sits next to Kenny. “I thought you didn't care about me anymore?” Kenny asks sadly, turning Matt's smile to a frown. Matt leans forwards and gently kisses Kenny. He feels Matt grab his face and wipe the tears that Kenny didn't know he was shedding.

He desperately wants to touch Matt back but he doesn't know if that's ok considering everything that's happened between them. When they part, Matt looks at him and smiles. “Let's get that blood off of you ok?” Matt asks nicely. “O-Ok” Kenny says with a blush. Matt gets off the table and grabs a towel from the cabinet and wets it. He sits back down next to Kenny and starts wiping the blood off his face. “You know you don't have to do this right?” Kenny asks, causing Matt to sigh. “It's the least I could do considering everything that's happened between us” Matt says truthfully.

“I'm sorry for hurting you like that” Kenny apologizes as he looks into Matt's eyes. “I'm sorry for hurting you right back and making things worse” Matt apologizes as well. “We've seriously fucked each other up over the years haven't we?” Kenny asks with a laugh. “Yes, but we always came back to each other because we care about each other” Matt explains as he continues cleaning Kenny. “So you do care about me?” Kenny asks hopefully. “I thought kissing you solidified that?” Matt asks with a giggle.

“Well, maybe I need another one just so it'll fully sink in” Kenny says with a cheeky grin. Matt just rolls his eyes as he kisses Kenny again. Kenny still doesn't touch Matt, which the other man finally notices. “You haven't been touching me, why?” Matt asks, causing Kenny to look away from him. “I didn't know if it was ok if you think about everything we did to each other” Kenny says anxiously as his hands start to shake. “Kenny look at me” Matt says as he puts aside the rag and grabs Kenny's hands, catching the older man's attention.

“The past is in the past and despite all the attacks, betrayals and miscommunication, I think we both deserve to be happy for once and give this another shot don't you?” Matt asks truthfully, causing Kenny to cry again. With trembling hands, Kenny grabbed Matt's waist and kissed him for a third time. It felt so good to be able to do this again with Matt. He laid back down while holding Matt. When they parted, they both were blushing messes. “I love you so much Matt” Kenny says through tears.

“I love you too Kenny” Matt says affectionately. Kenny reached his hand up to play with Matt's pearl earring. “Pearls huh? Who'd known you'd look beautiful in them?” Kenny asks affectionately, causing Matt to blush. “Who'd known you'd look beautiful when you finally stopped dying your hair and let the gray shine through?” Matt asks sweetly as he cards his fingers through Kenny's brunette hair, smiling when he sees some gray strands in Kenny's mane.

“I think that's because I've had a succubus sucking the life out of me for the past fifteen years” Kenny says with a laugh, causing Matt to gasp. “Are you seriously blaming me for that?” Matt asks with a pout. “What else explains you looking like a cute little pearl huh?” Kenny asks with a smirk. “You're gonna pay for that pun angel” Matt says as he kisses Kenny yet again. Kenny takes control this time as he adds his tongue into the mix, making Matt moan.

He moves his hands down to Matt's ring gear and pulls down his pants, exposing his new boyfriend's bubbly ass. He feels around and notices that Matt went commando underneath his ring gear. He grabs Matt's plump cheeks with both hands, making Matt whimper in the process. “You're such a naughty girl Mattie” Kenny says seductively as he feels himself get a little hard. “God, I missed this” Matt says as he starts to grind against Kenny's erection.

They were gonna go further until they heard someone open the door. “Hey Matt! What's taking so long… Oh my god!” Nick says as he enters the room. “Dammit Nick I told you to wait in the car!” Matt says embarrassingly as he shoves his face into Kenny's chest. “Hi Nick” Kenny says awkwardly with a small wave. “Are you guys back together for good?” Nick asks, skipping right to the main question. “Yeah, we're back” Kenny answers with Matt shyly nodding in response.

“Good, I'll give you guys twenty minutes to finish whatever the hell this is and then we're going to a noodle place ok?” Nick asks, both men nodding in response. After Nick leaves, Matt lets out an embarrassed sigh. “That was embarrassing” Matt says, causing Kenny to laugh. “I thought it was pretty funny” Kenny says with a smirk, causing Matt to glare at him. “God, you're lucky I love you” Matt says as he continues what he was doing before Nick had disturbed them, causing Kenny to groan. Yup, they're definitely back.

[ninebluehearts]

Hi baby! I have a Drabble request if ur up to it!

Could you maybe do something with a reader with adult acne/acne scars? I’m 25 and still have significant acne, but I got a crap tone of acne scars 😭😭

OMFG ME TOO BAE- Just a reminder that you're fucking beautiful and a bad bitch. Remember the 3G's babygirl (gatekeep, gaslight, girlboss💗🦋💗)

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You had a million bad habits; chewing your nails, bouncing your leg, picking at the skin around your nails, biting your inner cheek.. But none of them compared to how badly you picked at your face.

Reading a book? Your finger is already absentmindedly dragging along your cheek to look for a bump.

Catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and notice the little white dot on your nose? Next thing you know your entire face is red from all of the pinching and pulling.

Steven is constantly getting on you for it, warning you that you are going to ruin your skin if you keep it up.

You always brush him off, promising that you'd try to stop at some point. You tried to not do it around him, though sometimes you didn't even know you were doing it until he said something.

It was even worse when you just got out of the shower. The hot water had opened your pores enough to where it made everything come out much easier.

You had spent the last twenty minutes picking at the spots on your forehead and your left cheek, which were the spots that seemed to flare up the most.

It wasn't until a loud knock sounded from the bathroom door that you stopped, staring back at what you had done. "Shit.." You mumbled, staring at all of the fresh, swollen bumps on your skin, patches of red surrounding them.

Marc walked in when you didn't answer, immediately noticing your puffy skin. "Ah baby, I thought you said you were gonna stop?"

You let out a long groan, digging around in the closet for one of the face masks Steven had given you. "Yeah, yeah. It's not that easy."

"I know but damn." Marc mumbled, watching you rip the top off of a packet filled with a green paste. "Lemme do it?" He reached out for the packet, grinning when you gave it to him.

You sat on the edge of the sink, allowing Marc to stand in between your legs as he smeared a finger full of paste across your cheek, the smell of cucumber filling the space between you two.

"I don't understand why you do this, baby. Doesn't it hurt?"

"Kind of. It seems worth it in the moment though. It's like- I've got one goal and I'll do anything to get that satisfaction, ya know?"

"I guess." Marc mumbled, focusing on making sure you had an even amount of the mask covering each part of your face. "Alright, I think you're good. But you've seriously gotta stop doing that babe."

"Yeah, yeah.'' You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a peck on the lips. "I love you." You said, prolonging the 'u' sound.

Marc rolled his eyes, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "I love you too, dear." He then picked you up from the sink, carrying you back into the living room. "Movie night?"

"Movie night." You rested your head on his shoulder, thanking the gods above for sending you a man like Marc.

Taglist: @hot-mess-express1

[pluck-heartstrings]

Popping in your inbox because I have been reading pluck my heartstrings since Friday because even though everything has been really busy I just couldn’t wait anymore!!!! I’m not caught up yet but so far

OH BOY!!!!!

Sun and Moon have so so much love and personality built into them they are so complex and every sentence I am just itching to learn more about them!!! I have definitely fallen head over heals for the two fools and their acrobatics of dealing with these new emotions and how to win over the subject of their affection aaaaaaaaa

The pov switches that give us a glimpse of into their mind and how they are experiencing the events is absolutely fantastic I’m kicking my feet!!! One specific instance with moon and his first one on one interaction with y/n had me turning into a strawberry or more accurately a burnt tomato haha! Seriously I can’t get over reading from their perspective like yesss tell me every detail about what subtle things drive you crazy and what dreams and goals you are building up in your head and how you plan to address and reach for them!!!!!!!!

I am rooting for your boys so much and I am munching on every characters designs and descriptions!

Crazy about your au and so excited to see what’s to come!

I'M CRAZY ABOUT YOUR WATERPARK AU YOU DON'T EVEN KNOWWWWW

It's crazy to me that we're mutuals, I think I scream everytime I see a notification from you.

The fact that you??? Read my fic??? My little au baby?? And you like my pov switches??? I think I'm going into cardiac arrest from joy alone.

The Moon moment you're talking about is the one where I literally had to take a break because my heart was beating too fast. I felt my face heat up LIKE LITERALLY and afterwards I was like...dang I DID that.

They're just two clown lads that fell in love but they're also robots and have no internal concept of what that means. They're romantics at heart but they don't know what that MEANS!!!! They're gonna get worse before they get better, lemme tell ya.

I'm crazy about YOU and YOUR AU

It is WILD to me that we're even talking rn. I gotta lie down

[crystallizedday]

Quest – Rekindled (Part 2 of 5)

Level 32 – Normal

Demongo watched as the rocky beasts just across from the campsite began colliding with one another, chunks of infected stone littering the dirt ground below. These combative monsters, the skull bashers, were destroying each other little by little. It would not surprise the demon if this odd behavior led to their total eradication. What foolish behavior.

Demongo would have found the entire ordeal amusing if he did not feel so exhausted. He could never understand how the flesh bags stationed at this camp could ever rest to the constant sound of stone against stone. It was unbearable for the demon.

He assumed diminishing their numbers would have done the trick, but if anything, it only made their behavior worse. He needed another solution to this problem.

He was embarrassed by what he came up with.

In his tired state, he did not register the sound of footsteps coming his way, nor did he sense the person standing just beside him.

“Hello?”

Demongo jolted, squeaking from the scare. He swiftly covered his mouth as soon as that humiliating sound left his mouth.

He was such a mess…

“You okay there?”

The demon looked over, his eyes meeting with the human he sought help from.

Oh, Damien.

Demongo could not figure this human out. He showed such remarkable strength and combat skills, yet he was so disgustingly compassionate. In a way, he was kind of like that bothersome samurai.

Well

That was not entirely true.

Even the samurai was not insane enough to actively seek to help some of the most infamous villains on Earth.

What was this human’s deal?

Damien simply smiled at the demon, handing over a pair of earmuffs. “Hope these will do! I asked if they came in blue, but the best they could give me was this dark grey one. Sorry about that.”

Demongo figured. Those SACT agents truly had no sense of style. He took the earmuffs, examining them. “These will do, even if I may need to tinker with them to befit my head anatomy. Regardless, I am grateful for your assistance.”

Damien gave the demon a thumbs up. “No problem! Hope it helps! If not, I know a place you can rest where it’s a lot more quiet.”

Demongo gave the human a distrustful look. “I appreciate the offer, but I will have to pass.”

Damien shrugged. “That’s fair. Lemme know if you ever change your mind!” He unholstered his rifle, making his way over toward the Dark Glade just up ahead. He gave a quick wave to the demon. “See you soon!”

Demongo’s expression furrowed. He huffed, setting the earmuffs aside and standing up. “Why are you doing this?!”

Damien stopped in his tracks, looking back at the demon. “Hm?”

The demon was agitated now, seeing the human look so oblivious. “Do you seriously think I trust a word you say to me? I know better than to assume you’re just some idiotic saint who doesn’t know when to put his foot down! I know you’re up to something!”

In his fit, Demongo stomped over to the human to berate him right to his face. “No right-minded DexLabs lapdog would go out of their way to be nice to someone like me, not to this extent! You say you just want to help anyone you can, yet you keep making these gestures and offers, trying to talk to me about such trivial things, asking me how I’m doing, and I just do not understand it! You know what I’ve done. You know what I could do if I had my powers. Why are you making such an effort to do all this for me?!”

Damien looked shocked but not for the reason Demongo expected. He spoke under his breath. “Oh jeez… what did he do to you?”

Demongo did not quite catch what he said, confused about what the human possibly meant by that utterance. “What?!”

“I-” Damien stopped himself, taking a moment to think. He placed his rifle back on his back holster, sighing. “Okay, you caught me. There is a reason I’m doing this, but I promise it’s not anything malicious.” Damien looked genuinely ashamed and nervous. What was this shift in attitude for? “It’s uh… it’s a bit silly though, so I’m not sure if you’d believe me.”

Demongo crossed his arms, impatient for an answer. “Just spit it out already.”

“Well,” Damien started, pausing for a moment as he glanced around the area before returning his gaze to the demon. “I uh… I kinda just like being around you.”

Demongo frowned, not satisfied with that answer. “You’re joking.”

“No! Really!” Damien tried to reassure the demon. “I’m serious! Like… I dunno. I just think you’re fun to be around! I’m not sure how else to explain it…”

The demon still kept his guard up. “Do you just find me amusing? Are my attempts to keep up appearances funny to you? Is that it?”

A hint of panic could be heard from Damien’s voice. “No no! Not at all! If anything, I’m just surprised how crafty you are. I know the wings and the uh… vessel didn’t work out, but it was just cool to see you actually doing something like that! You’re pretty smart! I’m sure you’ll find a way to make that resourcefulness of yours work out!”

Demongo huffed, his expression softening just a bit. “As much as I appreciate the flattery, that alone will not get me to trust you.”

“I know,” Damien admitted. “It’s just… I can tell you’re really struggling, and I just feel compelled to help with that, more so than with any other villain I’ve met. To be honest with you, I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because there’s a really cool and talented person in there that I wanna see flourish.”

Damien did not get a response back.

Two wide bright blue eyes just stared back at him.

The demon did not move.

He looked tense.

Damien rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry if that’s not a satisfying answer. I wish I had one. I figured you wouldn’t be the most trusting of others, but hopefully, I can maybe gain that trust somehow? If there’s anything I can do to-”

“Just…”

Demongo interrupted him. His voice was shaky.

“I need to be alone right now.”

Damien looked as if he was going to object but he fell silent. He simply nodded. “Okay. I’ll be back soon. If you need anything, just…” He fell silent, ending that sentence there.

He unholstered his rifle, turning to face the Dark Tree Clearing just up ahead. He briefly glanced back at the demon, giving him a weak smile. “See you in a little bit.” He trudged up the escalating dirt road toward the wooden fortress separating the crest from the Dark Glade.

Demongo watched the human leave, countless thoughts racing through his mind. He did not want to ponder on any of them. Knowing he would get nothing but pestering questions from the campsite, the demon instead made his way eastward.

It had been a while since he visited the Firepits. It used to be one of his favorite spots to retreat to before the invasion went down. Nowadays, it was anything but relaxing. Perhaps there was a safe spot where he could simply survey the area and feel the comforting warmth against his jet-black skin.

He really needed that right now.

[no-thoughts-only-soup]

To Secure/Risk it all

Chapter 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

This be a short one!

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They all froze, like deer in headlights. Too stunned to make a move. Too stunned to make a sound. All they could do was stare into Kristine’s cold gaze and the gun she was pointing at them.

Though, even if they wanted, there wasn’t much they could do. The closet was too small to move quickly. One of them would get hurt. Even if they raised their guns, Kristine would be faster.

Seconds passed like an eternity, silence tight and suffocating, as they all waited for the one person to make a move.

And she did. She looked to the side, shouting “CLEAR!”

A ruff woman’s voice responded to her. “Blast… they can’t be far away, regroup and keep looking! We need to find them dead or alive!”

Kristine ran away, leaving the group to realize what just had happened. It didn’t take long for her to return, sheepishly rubbing the back of her head.

“Sup guys…”

Beat.

“Seriously?” Ivan deadpanned. “Just ‘sup guys’?”

“Yeah…” Kristine cringed. “Not my… greatest moment.”

“You seriously saying betraying us is a better moment than just saying ‘sup guys?’ Because that ain’t a good look bro.” Christian pointed out.

She rubbed her arm awkwardly. “You’re right. I’m…” she sighed, “I’m really sorry guys. I shouldn’t have been working with them as long as I have. Or, at least work here…”

“Here?” Den repeated. “You worked somewhere else before this?”

Kristine bit her lip and looked down. “Truth to be told, I used to work in a different location. The Foundation isn’t that evil… well, I’m not proud of some of the things I did there either, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as in this place. Plus, I needed the money.”

Christian caught on. “So this place is worse than the rest of the Foundation?”

“The previous place I worked at didn’t hurt or kill SCPs unless absolutely necessary. Then again, they mostly had safe and generally harmless SCPs, so maybe that’s a factor?”

Curt frowned. “Well, I did hear something about an ethnics council or something… but I never saw anyone that seemed like they belonged to it.”

“Ok, is it me or is the implication that an ethnics council didn’t come here more disturbing than being an SCP?” Ivan asked, visibly uncomfortable.

Christian ignored Ivan. “Ok, ok, but all that aside… why did you save us?”

Kristine awkwardly smiled. “Well, I ended up liking you guys way more than I thought. Plus, considering the guys in charge of this place clearly don’t give a shit about human lives and such… I think I know which side I’m on.”

“Well, if that’s your application for joining us…” Ivan looked at the rest of them, more specifically Curt. “I think this needs to be an unanimous decision.”

Den shrugged. “Are you ok with being stabbed? Specifically by me?”

Kristine grinned at her. “As long as its in a scenario. And if I get to roast y’all too.”

While her face didn’t change much, they could all see how Den’s eyes lit up. “Sold.”

Ivan rolled his eyes. “You stab people you like anyways, this didn’t change anything.”

As if like clockwork, Den rushed over to him, the barrel of her gun pressing playfully into his stomach, giving him her signature slasher smile. “I’m sorry Ivan, what was that?”

“This is exactly what I’m talking about!” Ivan yelled, but a tiny smile played on his lips.

Kristine giggled, but went quiet when she saw Christian giving her a pointed look.

“Lemme get this straight; you wanna join us after you lied to us, betrayed us and worked together with an organization that was actively keeping us captive here.”

She winched at every word. “Y-yeah…”

And Christian… smiled. “Girl, I’ve pulled way worse shit on everyone here. You got my vote.”

Then all eyes turned to Curt. Truth to be told, he wasn’t so sure. Finding out that Kristine was a mole for the Foundation hurt. It hurt like a slap to the face. He had trusted her. He had liked her. He had come to see her as a friend. Had he also been seeing her as a replacement to Chilly? Maybe a little bit, but that only stung more. And that was even leaving out that she could be easily lying to them again. Perhaps this was all a set-up and she was luring them back into the Foundation’s clutches. Snee’s clutches. Trusting her again would be an astronomically stupid decision.

But upon thinking that, he couldn’t help but smile.

…After all, a good portion of his life could qualify as a series of stupid decisions.

With a sigh, he stood up from the crate, crossing his arms and raising himself to full length, almost bonking his head on the ceiling. He looked down on Kristine, staring her directly in the eyes.

“One.” He said, raising a finger to underline his statement. “I’m gonna give you one more chance. You better not fuck it up.”

“Or I’m out. Yeah, that’s fair.” Kristine finished.

Den smirked and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. “Nah, he’ll fuck you up himself. Trust me, you haven’t seen how scary Curt can be when he’s really pissed at someone.”

“He’ll break your spine.” Christian added, miming snapping something in half.

Even Ivan got in on it. “I’m pretty sure he can punt me through the ceiling, you pray he does that and not something worse.”

And Kristine laughed, both out of fear and legitimate relief. Curt couldn’t help but smile at them.

When she stopped laughing, Kristine steeled herself, a determined shine in her eyes. “I’ll find a way to make it up to you guys, I promise.”

“Buy us dinner.” Ivan immediately responded.

Den was still chuckling. “Kristine and Curt are the only ones with a wallet anyways.”

Christian cracked his knuckles. “And Curt promised me ribs, let’s get the hell out of here and get that grub. And I’ve got just the idea on how to do it.”

“Whatcha got?” Den asked, her eyes glinting as if she knew the answer herself.

And Christian… smiled sinisterly, in a way that was both terrifying and comfortably familiar. “They wanna treat us like monsters? Then let’s be monsters.”

Huh? Oh. OH.

Curt sighed. “Dammit, why didn’t I think of that?”

“Nah man, after all the shit you went through you deserve a day of being brain dead.”

Den’s eyes went wide as everything suddenly clicked, before shining with joy. “Oh hell yeah!”

Ivan… well… “Uhhh, am I missing something?”

Den snorted. “Smartest kid in school, everyone.”

She then turned to Curt, meeting his eyes with a more serious look. “Are you up for it? Or would you like me to take over?”

Curt paused for a moment to think. Truth to be told, he still felt mentally tired. Everything that happened in the last few hours had drained him immensely. Letting Den take the wheel would allow him to take his mind a bit more off and release all the frustrations that had been building up. And yet, on the other hand, he knew he wanted this. To properly finish it. As a symbol, maybe.

“…Nah, I’ll do it. I brought you all here… and I’ll get you out.”

Den and Christian still looked worried, but nodded, resigning themself to backup. Ivan seemed to have finally realized what was going on, as he grinned at him, motioning for him to start. And whether or not Kristine had caught on as well, she was smiling at him anyways.

He took a deep breath… and began.

“The five of us are SCPs, inhuman beings with powers. We’ve been captured by the SCP Foundation, but we’ve broken out of our cage, and now… it’s time to break out of the facility.”

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[gureshinlover]

More of JAMROCK translation! Second part is a short one for Tamausagi’s and Ten’s introduction it’s really fun~~

The links to the drama track on youtube and spotify are here

Translation of [Prologue: TRACK02] on below:

[Prologue: TRACK 02]

Ten: Pow! Pow! Oniisan, you heard the broadcast just now!?

[TN: He’s calling him oniisan because Tamausagi is older, not because they’re related]

Tamausagi: Haha, dear customer, don’t move around while I’m washing your hair please?

….Stand still you idiot

Ten: Ah? You said somethin’!?

Tamausagi: Ah no, nothing

Ten: Is that so? Anyway, ahhh this can’t be real… Vibes are getting great! Pow! Pow!

Tamausagi: Hahaha, if you move any more, you might get hot water on your face?

Ten: But how can I get calm! It’s a Reggae audition hosted by Oneness!? Actually, why are you so freaking calm!?

Tamausagi: After all, haven’t there been countless Reggae tournaments organized before.

I’ll be massaging like this, alright~

Ten: Ah~… But Oneness organizing is for the first time y’know~? That’s still somethin’ amazing! Even for me, it’s something pretty special

Tamausagi: Dear customer, you seem to be liking Oneness a lot

Ten: Liking... Nah, it’s RESPECT!

Oneness brought Reggae to this messed up country—I was shivering in that moment…! Weren’t you the same!?

Tamausagi: Well, at that time, I was still in primary school. I just thought “Oh cool”, I didn’t get that enthuasiatic. By the way, aren’t you around the same age as me?

Ten: Haha! Even so, I felt somethin’ inside as a kid! In my heart!

Tamausagi: Heh…

Ten: You don’t look interested~! By any chance, you haven’t felt Love & Peace with Reggae yet!?

Lemme show you then! With my song!!

Tamausagi: Ah no, I don’t need it.

Ten: Don’t say that~ I’ll sing a bit so listen ok? Ahem…

Ah but, somehow, did you increase your strength? Ah..OW OW OW! STOP STOP! MY HEAD IS GONNA BREAK!!

Tamausagi: Oops, I’m really sorry. I’m still not used to massaging

Ten: *sigh* C-Can’t be helped then! Okay Okay

Tamausagi: By the way, customer, you’re famous right? I once saw you getting introduced as  “Street reggae’s young prodigy, Hakumo Ten” on TV.

That feeling talking just now, you’ll participate in this tournament too right?

Ten: YEAH MAN!

Pheww~, so you really know about me? I’m getting embarrassed! Well, it’s like, who’s gonna join if not me, and people around me don’t leave me alone too yknow!

Tamausagi: Is that so… Actually, I’m thinking whether I should join too

Ten: Huh? Seriously!? Even though you looked like you didn’t have interest at all!?

Tamausagi: Having interest and participating in it are totally different stories right?

Ten: Aah, you might be right! However, winning even though you’re not interested, Ragga Clash isn’t that easy y’know?

Tamausagi: …Thanks for the advice

Ten: Haha, you’re interesting. Ha~h, got it, so it means you’ll be my rival huh! Meeting somewhere like this must be predestined! Nuh-uh~

Tamausagi: Then, I’m washing off the bubbles~

Ten: Gah!? Wait, it’s getting in my eyes!! The hot water!!

Tamausagi: That’s why I told you not to move~

Ten: Eh, I was standing still—

Tamausagi: Alright, alright, it’ll end soon

Ten: Yeah man…

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Tamausagi:  — How does it feel like this?

Ten: Ohhhhh!! Wicked! It’s burnishing my dread!!

Man, you got great talent! And also such charisma! Allow me to call you by your name for the next time!

Tamausagi: Thank you so much. Then next time coming to the store, call me Tamausagi.

Ten: Usagi-chan huh~ What a cute name

Tamausagi: Don’t call me like that please.

Ten: Eh? It’s a no? Then, saying the first part, “Tama”! Haha, this time it’s like a cat!

Tamausagi: It’s even worse than “Usagi-chan”.

Ten: Eh~~

Tamausagi: Call me “Tamausagi” please.

Ten: Hmm, can’t help it then… Then, nice to meet you, “Tamausagi”!

Tamausagi: Yes, nice to meet you too. Then, about the bill—

Ten: UOOOHHH!! WHATTTTTT!?

Tamausagi: ! shut your mouth… Ahem, what happened?

Ten: Oi oi, it’s the worst! Look at my phone!

Tamausagi: tch, what the heck—

Ten: ONE PAISEN HAS DISAPPEARED, IT SAYS! IT’S THE RULER OF THE COUNTRY YKNOW!?

EVEN THOUGH RAGGA CLASH STARTING HAS BEEN ANNOUNCED RECENTLY

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN…?

 Translator: Zeuzey

[bh-writingdump]

C@ve Sl@ve

Last Chapter of Divine Punishment

[1st draft]

It reminds me of Red/Sans in Divine Punishment. He endured being murdered by someone he loved only to come back and not being able to cope with that reality. If it was cut and dry, kill his mate, it’d be one thing but seeing someone else make a toy out of his mate broke something inside him.

I don’t think it clicked while he wasn’t quite as bad as crest but he wasn’t all that much better. he still pushed and bent the rules of consent.

Its about how when your destroyed feeling something so strongly, it takes time to feel safe enough to put the pieces back together.

I could see Red coming back but not entirely remembering what happened. He remembers that he couldn’t find CEO but not the reasons around it. he may know he was beaten but not know all the details. Maybe it’s even a shock that CEO doesn’t beat him the moment CEO sees him as him.

This would be after clothing and either at or close to the temple.

CEO wants to know, “Did you disobey the spirit of the deal due to insatiable hunger or did you have control?”

Red: fuck yeah it was me. enjoyed every second of it.

You: course it was, why did I ever—

You clutch your belly as the vines bounce around inside. To think that even for a second you thought he had a redeeming quality… You turn your back on the bound skeleton.

Red: are ya seriously leaving me with the fish?!

You: why not it’s what you deserve

Red: what you say?

You: but not the rest of you

You return, kneeling beside red staring at him with a kind of intensity that makes him ready for an attack.

You: Wolf, I know you can hear me.

Red: who the hell are you talking—

You covered his teeth.

You: you’re good. same as Mx wolf. I’ve not known many folks in my life but you two are some that…” CEO opens and closes their hands, blinking away the tears. “I wish I had appreciated the time I had with you two but.. it wasn’t the right time.”

Red: you’re going insane now? heh, who would’ve thought I’d be the one to break you.

You: you can do better. be better

You take a dep breath, “Goodbye”

Far down the hall, the pain gets worse. Glaring as you feel spindly vines pour out of your cunt. Alphys tries to help you out but its out of her field of expertise. All you can do is give drugs and strap you down for observation.

Vision fills your eyes. You see yourself back with Red again. “You don’t’ get ta leave till I say you do.”

You laugh, he slams you against the wall. You see him depict you as scared. You merge with his vision, you control you, he controls him. staring back. at him you say “it’s over.”

“I fucked up. Is that what you want me to say?”

You sigh s he drops you. the vision shimmers as his concentration falters. “Red, do you remember Crest?”

“Who?.. we never… did you?” His gaze narrows.

“Wolf got most of the eggs. Couldn’t get one. it’s a clone.

“Then lemme get it. I can fix it.”

You shake your head, too tired to explain.

Wolf howls in the background. For once, the immovable mask on Red shakes but he shrugs it back on. “there’s no way. You should be dead.”

“Up until recently, I might’ve made it. Wolf was flushing me out ever week. it’d been suppressing the clone’s progress but now… there’s nothing to hold it back.”

“Get back here! I’m getting that out!”

You sigh, rubbing your face. “Red, there’s a million humans out there. Go find another to toy with.” The vision breaks down. your brought back to the room. As you predicted, the vines had taken over, in their center, Crest stood in a collection of pollen and dust. His smirk as sharp as ever.

“It’s over. I’ll be bead within the hour.” You explain.

Crest: don’t worry, the first thing I did was nullify that pesky poison.

With the vines out, your cunt feels overused. So when a slimy vine slides along its lips, you shudder.

“Liar.” You hiss.

“We’ll see~”

He calls down the hall. “Doctor, if you so please?”

Alphys stumbles out jerkily, vines coming out of her mouth. She pulls out a needle, pressing it into your arm. You wince as the cold fluid is pumped into your veins.

“Thank you~ that will be all.”

Alphys collapses in a corner. You founder as Crest forms a physical body out of vines. “Relax, I’m about to bloom, if you do exactly what I say, you too can be reborn with me.”

“I’d rather die.” you want to say but his touch silences you. Every part o your body equal parts terrified as slowly getting aroused. “Yes…” he purrs, angling his dick for your cunt. He inches in.

You try to hold back your moans.

“How exquisite. Are you sure you weren’t made for me?”

You try to lean away as he inches into you. his lips follow, peppering soft kisses up and down your neck. You whimper. “oh, com now. I can see how your body wants me. don’t lie.” The wet slap of his dick in you sends a flash of headiness through you. you moan as your body works against you, tightening around Crest’s dick.

Out of nowhere, Red breaks in, cuts down Crest, then tears his dick and the vines off you. You can’t stand with the drugs in you begging for something in you. Red tries to escape the facility but the vines restrain him no matter how he shifts into a wolf so he returns to himself.

“Aw, how precious.. why don’t we give you a happy reunion before you die, yes?”

Crest fucks you from behind until you’re a babbling mess. Begging for more. Billions of tendrils drill into your ass while you jerk off red. Red, for his part, keeps trying to attack crest but the vines restrain him, giving you free access to his dick.

“Why wait? Why not make zem yours?”

Crest puts you on Red’s dick. You immediately get nervous even with the drugs. He’s big erect. You sob at how you stretch.

Red’s pissed but tries to calm you, coaxing you into sucking his tits to cover up the pain with arousal. Though the tears keep coming, barely gives you relief.

Crest puppets Red. “See what you missed?”

“Don’t listen to him. just you and me.” Red says.

You cling to Red, burying your face in his chest as you slowly get fucked a vine in your mouth stops you from speaking, more burrow into your ass.

It’s so much stimulation.

Too much.

“How dull. Alphys!” Crest calls.

“you fucking—gah!” Red says.

Reds dick swells from the injection until blood leaks from your cunt and the vines hall you hard on and off Red’s dick.

You flop up and doll like a rag doll. his dick burrowing up into your ribcage.

Alphys kills Crest but not before your rendered insane, groaning and choking on so much cum and vines as they pump cum into you.

Red can’t stand the blood, you dying like this so when you ask for more, unable to beg for death except by sending a vision, he complies.

And snaps your neck.

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[CS: Last] pg9 -->

[seitmai]

“We got a schedule set up, and Bob’s up first. Said he’d be by after work.” “Reuben,” you sighed before pressing your lips together as tears sprang to your eyes. “You don’t - ” “Nope,” he cut you off. “Just expect one of us every other week. We should have already done it.” Sighing, you pushed out of your chair and crossed the office, throwing your arms around him. “You guys are the best.” “Just looking out for our own,” he shrugged, squeezing you tightly.

🥹🥹🥹

It wasn’t until you were walking back to the truck later that weekend after a trip to the grocery store that you noticed the yellow sticker on the back window. Baby on Board. 

Ahhh of course Bob did this, I love it!!

While he knew that his mother wanted to be involved, the idea of having you be the one in contact with her made Jake anxious. The last thing he wanted was for you to be more stressed because of his family, especially when he wasn’t there to step in. “Lemme…lemme think about it,” he said after a long moment.

God that's so hard in anyway but with Jake being away makes it even worse...

“Your daddy’s going to call you Sloane for a little longer, Ollie,” you chuckled, placing a hand on your stomach. “I promise, Mama’s gonna make him eat his words for being wrong about you.” “Daddy’s gonna try not to rub it in Mama’s face when he’s right.”

Ahh I just love their dynamic and banter🥰

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Jake heard someone shout in the background, and you whipped around to see Phoenix standing, arms thrown out to hush the other men. “Are you finding out if you’re having a boy or a girl right now?” “Why does this feel like an impromptu gender reveal party?” “Sure seems like it is,” he grinned. “Mama, you seriously don’t know what we’re having?”

That's so cute!! 🥰 and I love Phoenix's reaction haha

Jake watched as you laughed and wiped tears from your eyes. As soon as the camera flipped so he was in frame, you spoke at the same time. “We’re having a girl!”

🥰🥰🥰

“Thank you, for letting me do that. I…” Emotion clogged his throat and he swallowed hard. “I know, Jake. But we both know you’d be here if you could.”

🥺🥺🥺 

The ultrasound pictures were carefully folded and resting beside him. He’d already picked out the one he’d be putting up in his jet, right next to the picture of him carrying you across the front yard after the wedding, his hat perched on your head as you kissed him. 

That's so cute 🥰🥹

D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 17

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 16 | Series Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 17

A knock on your office door drew your attention, and you looked up from the computer to see Payback standing there. “Hey!”

“Hi,” he said. “Coyote and I are going to the food court in twenty. Did you want to go?” 

“I’ve already got lunch plans with my team. Sorry.”

“No problem, just wanted to check. You feeling okay today?” Smiling, you pushed back from your desk and touched your stomach.

“Pretty good. Tired, but good. You?”

“Same. Ready for the weekend. Got a date lined up.” 

“Oooh, really?” you smirked. He grinned and told you about the woman he was meeting up with for coffee. You couldn’t help but think back to that fateful day Jake had crashed your coffee date. After a few minutes, he glanced at his phone and grimaced.

“Coyote’s ready. Sure you don’t want me to pick anything up for you?” When you declined, he nodded. “Alright. Oh, and Bob wanted me to tell you that he’s going to stop by tonight to mow the lawn.” 

“What?” you frowned. “He doesn’t need to do that.” In all honesty, the yard did need to be addressed. Jake had mowed it shortly before he left, but it was getting out of control. You told yourself that you’d take care of it every weekend but never got around to it. 

“We got a schedule set up, and Bob’s up first. Said he’d be by after work.” 

“Reuben,” you sighed before pressing your lips together as tears sprang to your eyes. “You don’t - ”

“Nope,” he cut you off. “Just expect one of us every other week. We should have already done it.” Sighing, you pushed out of your chair and crossed the office, throwing your arms around him. 

“You guys are the best.”

“Just looking out for our own,” he shrugged, squeezing you tightly. 

Bob indeed showed up after work and borrowed Jake’s keys to move the truck from the garage and retrieve the lawnmower. While he zigzagged across the yard before making his way into the back of the house, you ordered pizza. It took only the slightest bit of arm twisting to get him to accept the thank you dinner, but he eventually yielded.

It wasn’t until you were walking back to the truck later that weekend after a trip to the grocery store that you noticed the yellow sticker on the back window.

Baby on Board. 

“This is my favorite thing ever.”

“Ever?” Jake smirked.

“Ever,” you sighed, wiggling to get more comfortable and closing your eyes in contentment. “It’s never leaving our bed. You’ll have to bury me with it.” Chuckling, your husband rolled his eyes fondly at the sight of you cuddling your pregnancy pillow.  

“Not gonna leave a lot of room for me with that thing.” Lazily, you waved your hand.

“You can sleep in the guest bedroom.” At that, he laughed as you tried to suppress a smile, opening one eye to see his grin. 

“I see how it is - I’m gone for six weeks, and you’re already moving me out permanently.” 

“It’s not the you being gone that’s getting you kicked out - it’s the you doing this,” you correct, placing a hand on your stomach. At twenty weeks, you were undoubtedly feeling less comfortable. After cruising some parenting boards and talking to your coworkers, they’d suggested getting a pillow to support you while you slept and to get it so you were used to it when it would be harder to get out of bed. So, after some research, you’d splurged on a huge U-shaped pillow. In addition to helping the bed feel less empty, having something curled around you was comforting - with the added benefit of helping with your ligament pain and heartburn.

“That was both of us,” Jake replied. His expression softened, and he let out a sigh. “It sucks that they rescheduled your appointment.” 

Pressing your face into the pillow, you shrugged. “I know, but only two more weeks until we find out if we’re having an Oliver or Sloane.” 

“And your mom wasn’t able to change her ticket?”

“No,” you sighed. “But it’s fine. We’ll work on the nursery or something.” Once you’d told your mother the date of the scheduled anatomy scan, she quickly booked a plane ticket to be by your side. 

“You shouldn’t be alone for that,” she’d said, brushing off your weak attempt to talk her out of it. “Dad would come too but he’s going to be in Huntsville that week covering for another shop.” He sometimes went to other sites as a contractor to help with coverage and staffing shortages. Mom had let slip that he turned down a trip to England to make sure he was stateside when you gave birth. 

“What’s wrong with the nursery?” Jake asked. He’d set up the crib and changing table before he left, and you’d turned down his offer to paint. 

“Nothing, just want to get it cleaned up and organized. It’s become a catch-all for everything, and Mom wants to go shopping, so I have a feeling that we’ll be getting a lot more stuff.” It was his turn to groan as he scrubbed a hand down his face.

“Tell her she doesn’t need to do that.”

“Oh, I’ve tried. But you try talking her out of it,” you scoffed before adopting a mocking tone. “‘Oh, it’s my first grandbaby! I’m allowed to spoil them!’” He chuckled, and you sat up, raising an eyebrow at the laptop camera. “Speaking of - Lina called me.” 

A weary look crossed Jake’s face at the mention of his sister. “Yeah? What’d she want?” 

“Apparently, your mother isn’t happy about the lack of updates she’s getting about the baby. I’ve gotten a request to send her an updated picture every week.” 

“Damn it,” he grumbled. He’d finally gotten around to calling his parents the weekend before. His mom had pestered him for information about the pregnancy, and he’d sent her a few pictures you’d shared to keep her happy. Now, it seemed like she was ready to push in more, especially if she was enlisting Lina. “No. If you don’t want to, don’t do it.”

“I don’t know. I don’t… I mean, my parents aren’t getting a picture every week, but I talk to them all the time so they know what’s going on. I have your mom’s number so I can text her an update every once in a while. But they’re your family, what do you think?”

While he knew that his mother wanted to be involved, the idea of having you be the one in contact with her made Jake anxious. The last thing he wanted was for you to be more stressed because of his family, especially when he wasn’t there to step in. “Lemme…lemme think about it,” he said after a long moment. 

“Okay,” you replied, giving him a soft smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too, darlin’. I’ve gotta get back to work in a minute, so let me talk to the baby.” Heaving an exaggerated sigh, you lifted the arm of the pregnancy pillow and slid across the bed. Propped against the pillows, you set the laptop on your legs and angled the screen so your stomach was the central picture. Jake grinned at the sight. “Hey, Sloane - ”

“Oliver.”

“Sloane. I love you, baby girl. I can’t wait to see the new pictures of you soon. Keep bein’ nice to Mama.” 

“Your daddy’s going to call you Sloane for a little longer, Ollie,” you chuckled, placing a hand on your stomach. “I promise, Mama’s gonna make him eat his words for being wrong about you.” 

“Daddy’s gonna try not to rub it in Mama’s face when he’s right.”

“Good thing we’re not going to have to put that to the test since you aren’t going to be right.”

“I’m sorry,” he smirked, “I’m trying to have a conversation with my daughter.” 

“Whatever. We’ll know soon enough just how wrong you are.”

“More like how wrong you are, darlin’.” 

“Wanna bet?” you challenged, tilting the screen so you could see one another better. 

“What are the terms?”

“If he’s a boy, I want…” your gaze drifted to the side of the bed as you chewed your lip. Aware that he was in a public place again, even with headphones on, you wanted to be coy. “I want to use my favorite thing on you three times, whenever I choose. Wrists and ankles.” 

Heat flared in Jake’s gaze, and you squirmed, thighs pressing together at the memory of him held down by the restraints tucked under the mattress. He lifted his hand slowly and ran his thumb along his lower lip before licking it. After clearing his throat, he nodded. “Since I know I’m right, I’ll accept that. And I want a video when I’m right.” 

“A video?”

“With the present I sent you.” His voice was low and rough with barely restrained lust. It was your turn to blush. When you came home from work on Monday, there’d been a box on the front porch. Inside was a vibrator with clit suction, with a note from your husband saying it would have to do until he got home. You thoroughly enjoyed your gift once it was charged and you found a battery for the small remote. It may have been a bit unkind to send him a picture of you after using it, a blissful expression on your face after months of subpar orgasms, as a thank you. 

“Deal.”

“Hangman - mail!” Fritz said, shoving a cardboard envelope into his chest as they stood on the flight deck for the steel beach picnic. Jake quickly clapped a hand on the envelope, nearly dumping his plate with his burger and potato salad. 

“Thanks,” he grumbled, shifting the envelope under his arm and moving through the line. After grabbing a beer from the giant cistern, he made his way to where Mav and Rooster were sitting on the railing between the cornhole station and where some of the officers were hitting golf balls off the ship. The other pilots they’d been training with milled about, chatting and sipping their drinks. After two months at sea, the higher ups had chosen to throw a morale day for the carrier, knowing that they would soon be drilling down for the war games. 

“What’s that?” Mav asked, spying the package tucked under his arm as Jake set his drink and plate beside him. 

“No idea. Wasn’t expecting anything,” he shrugged. At the sight of your name on the return address, he frowned. 

“Divorce papers?” Rooster teased, and quickly jerked his leg out of the way when Mav moved as though to kick him. “Kidding, kidding. Damn.” Shaking his head, Jake tore open the tab and glanced inside to see a white envelope.

DO NOT OPEN BEFORE CALLING ME was written across the front of it, and when he flipped it over, he saw more writing across the seam. I DON’T CARE WHAT TIME IT IS, CALL ME ASAP

Glancing at his watch, he quickly did the time conversion - Saturday at 1:25PM for him would be just about 8:30PM Friday night at home. He’d already been planning on giving you a call as soon as he was done eating, so the cell was in his pocket. When he turned it on, he could see that the wifi extended onto the deck. “Be right back,” he said, stepping away from the two men and lifting the phone to call you.

You answered on the second ring. “Hey!”

“Hey, darlin’. Just got the letter you sent that I’m not allowed to open without calling you. Everything okay?”

“Oh my god!” you squealed. “Finally!” He could hear people in the background and smirked.

“Where are you?”

“Javy’s - I told you he was having us all over tonight.” 

“That’s right, I forgot. So, can I open this letter?”

“Wait, I need to see you open it. Can you do a video call?” 

“It’s, uh, a little loud on the flight deck, but I can manage it.”

“Okay. Is there someone there who can hold the phone for you?” 

“Darlin’, what’s in the letter?” Jake asked, turning back to Mav and Rooster. Rather than answer, he heard the phone beep and pulled it away to see that you’d started a video call. He quickly answered, grinning at your flushed face. “Hey, Mama.”

“Hey,” you beamed. 

“Hangman!” Coyote yelled, throwing his arm around you and waving. “Long time no see, man. How’s deployment?”

“Later, Javy,” you said, quickly brushing off the other man. “I love you, but I promise you, this is more important.” The aviator held up his hands and chuckled, and Jake could see his friends in the background - Bob, Phoenix, and Payback were lounging on the couch. 

“Why’s this envelope so important?” Jake asked, holding it up. Your eyes widened and you took a deep breath.

“So I wasn’t exactly honest with you a couple weeks ago. The anatomy scan wasn’t rescheduled - Mom and I went to the appointment on the original date.” 

Jake felt his heart stop as his eyebrows shot up. “Y-you went to the anatomy scan already? It’s not this week?”

“I had Mom record the whole appointment, and I promise you that I will send it to you as soon as we’re off this call,” you said quickly.

“So you know what we’re having?”

“No,” you grinned. “I have no idea and it’s been killing me for the last two weeks. I had Amanda put the ultrasound pictures and the gender in that envelope instead of telling me. We went right from the doctor’s office to the post office to mail that because I wasn’t going to be able to keep myself from looking at it.” Words failed him as came to a stop in front of his friends, mouth hanging open. As the silence dragged on, your smile began to falter. “Baby, are you mad? I thought - ”

“You’re letting me find out the gender first?” he finally asked.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Jake heard someone shout in the background, and you whipped around to see Phoenix standing, arms thrown out to hush the other men. “Are you finding out if you’re having a boy or a girl right now?” 

“What?” Rooster demanded, perking up at the sound of his best friend’s voice. Jake watched as you turned back to the camera and smiled shyly.

“Why does this feel like an impromptu gender reveal party?” 

“Sure seems like it is,” he grinned. “Mama, you seriously don’t know what we’re having?”

“I seriously don’t know. I closed my eyes when Amanda was doing that part of the scan.” 

“I fucking love you, darlin’. You okay with lettin’ these assholes listen in?”

“I am if you are.”

“He is,” Payback quickly answered, stepping up behind you. 

“Here, I’ll hold the phone so you can open it,” Mav offered, standing and holding out his hand. Jake met the man’s gaze and grinned, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head. 

“Gonna give the phone to Mav real quick. I love you.”

“I love you too. I’m going to record this so we can send it to our parents. Now hurry up!” The older man greeted you when he was handed the phone and quickly flipped the camera, giving the young father a thumbs up when he was in frame.

“Ready when you are, Hangman.”

Taking a deep breath, Jake stared at the camera and grinned. “Alright, here we go.” The envelope tore easily in his hand, and he quickly unfurled the ultrasound pictures. He drank in the newest images of his baby, seeing their little fingers and nose. 

When he reached the last picture, he felt tears pricking his eyes as his heart soared. Unable to stop himself, he threw his arms up in the air and crowed, pumping his fist as he took a few steps away from the group. He knew he was drawing attention but couldn’t care. He could hear Rooster and Mav laughing as he turned on his heel and quickly made his way back, grabbing the phone.

Jake watched as you laughed and wiped tears from your eyes. As soon as the camera flipped so he was in frame, you spoke at the same time.

“We’re having a girl!”

“It’s a girl!”

He was vaguely aware of getting slapped on the back, and his friends laughing behind you, but Jake only had eyes for you. “Mama, we’re having a little girl.”

“Sloane Elizabeth,” you said through tears, placing a hand on your stomach and pressing against your daughter. “I guess you were right.”

“I told you aviators have daughters,” he beamed. “Wish I was there with you, darlin’.”

“Me too, babe.”

“Thank you, for letting me do that. I…” Emotion clogged his throat and he swallowed hard. 

“I know, Jake. But we both know you’d be here if you could.” 

“We’re a third of the way done, darlin’.”

“Two down, four to go.” 

True to your word, you sent Jake the video of the appointment as soon as you hung up. He smiled, beer bottle dangling from his fingers, and watched as Amanda the ultrasound tech pressed the probe against your stomach and pointed out Sloane’s features. He had to wipe away tears when he heard his daughter’s heartbeat.

And, just like you’d said, when it came time to find out the gender, you’d thrown an arm over your eyes to keep from peeking. 

Don’t forget our bet, Mrs. Seresin, he texted a few hours later when lying in his berth after watching the video for the fourth time. The ultrasound pictures were carefully folded and resting beside him. He’d already picked out the one he’d be putting up in his jet, right next to the picture of him carrying you across the front yard after the wedding, his hat perched on your head as you kissed him. 

A few minutes later, his phone vibrated with your response. A bet’s a bet, Tex. Any requests?

Want you in my service dress jacket

Blue or white?

Surprise me

Yes, sir 🫡 

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Author's Note: They're having a girl! That was what the poll I put out about a month ago landed on, and I'm happy to say that it was in line with the original idea. The image of Jake finding out that he was going to have a daughter while on the carrier was actually the first thing that made me want to write this fic.

I also really love Bob putting the Baby on Board sign on Jake's truck. Wonder how long it'll take him to notice it when he gets back 🤔

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[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 256

Alpha and Omega

Because I forgot to download today’s spn episode and because it’s Destiel’s 15th anniversary (of when they met), we’re just doing one episode today…and definitely not because I want to start the One Piece anime……….

“Alpha and Omega”

Plot Description: the team scrambles to form a plan that can stop Amara and preserve the universe, but one of them will have to make a big sacrifice

“Carry On Wayward Son” gets neglected again…fine. I’ll do it myself *opens Spotify*

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: no one died

Ok but why would Cas know where Lucifer went after Amara ripped him out? I didn’t know where my teeth went when I had to get a couple pulled as a kid. Frankly, I didn’t even know they’d been pulled, I thought the dentist had to go get bigger pliers

I have zero sympathy for god…..

Now might not be the time to ponder on canine eating schedules, but at least “I didn’t know dogs had breakfast” is the most solid proof that Castiel is in fact back

I don’t know what I’m supposed to be seeing in the sky there. It looks DIFFERENT, sure but I’ve literally seen worse. This year.

I swear if Cas never gets to confront god himself I’ll be so fucking mad

“If you got something for me to punch, shoot, or kill, lemme know, and I’ll do it. I’ll do it til I die, but how are we supposed to fix the friggin’ sun?” They really wanted me to take that line seriously and not laugh

Why are we in London all of a sudden?? Who is she?? And why is she after Sam and Dean??

Rowena and Chuck talking about parenting is a much needed moment of levity, especially paired with Crowley being thankful the world is ending, hearing about himself at one year old

I’m just confused what Sam wants them to ACTUALLY do. “Anything” is not a real counter

Where ARE Dean and Cas going?? Beer run? Joy ride?

Behold, the face of a man whose crush just told him “you’re our best friend” and “you’re our brother.”

What an interesting solution. And honestly, I should have seen it coming. You can’t have just either darkness or light. Both have to be in existence equally….but what if equally….meant none at all?

Rowena’s eye makeup is fucking gorgeous, but omg did she really just say “if you get me enough souls, I can build a bomb”??? I am equal parts “this is a ridiculous line” and “LET. HER. COOK!”

I can’t believe we’re gonna try to vacuum some ghosts out of an old mental hospital to get some souls

Oh I bet the person…….I was wrong. Omg. The Reaper that wants Sam and Dean dead. All she DOES is collect souls!

If this pigeon feeding old lady convinces Amara to not destroy all of existence, I’ll scream

I’m…unwell at the thought of Dean being the bomb. They’re gonna shove hundreds of thousands of souls into him……and half of what I’m thinking about is when Castiel took all the souls out of purgatory and the parallels and how they’ll be the only two with that kind of experience. The other half is don’t let Dean sacrifice himself!! Billie’s gonna take him to the Empty and he’s not the only one with a PERSONAL CONNECTION TO AMARA. Chuck is literally right there

One day, I’ll figure out how to put eyeshadow or more liner under my eye without it looking bad. I want to make this look work. It’s stunning

Oh are we getting the London lady again? For like ten seconds……

Take those souls out of Dean and do it yourself, you fucking coward

“I could go with you” CASSSSSSSSSSSS

Watching Dean say goodbye to Sam is so hard. After all the times they’ve fought tooth and nail to keep the other from dying…to have this air of acceptance because it’s for the sake of all existence

Why are all these family therapy sessions led by one or more Winchesters working so well??

Guess the sun’s back…so what does Dean do with all those souls now?

The way Cas’s first thought upon seeing the sun back was about Dean

So Amara heals Chuck, Chuck takes the souls out of Dean, and then Chuck leaves again

One, I can’t believe that lady just shot Sam, Two, I can’t believe Amara and Chuck just left Dean stranded……EXCUSE ME?!?! What I really am having trouble grasping is MARY’S BACK?!!

[sugoi-and-spice]

Can I request a League of villains x Quirkless back Alley Nurse fanfic? Romance with a character of your chosing? (Sorry if it's not enough detail I'm new to the whole making request thing)

Ugh, stop this was such a fun prompt. Ideas for Toga and Twice were the first to pop into my head, might revisit this if I get ideas for the others though.

Pairing: Jin Bubaigawara/Twice x Reader, Himiko Toga x Reader

Rating: PG (Hey look, I can write SFW too! xD)

CW: gn!reader, hurt/comfort, mentions of canon-typical violence

Getting blood for transfusions wasn’t exactly straight forward for a clinic like your Father’s. It required a lot of black market sales from hospitals and dealings with brokers. It was one of the biggest logistical headaches for the business even without taking negotiations and market prices into account. In general your Dad preferred to cut out the middleman, as much as possible — to pull directly from donors.

Even unwilling ones.

So after All for One’s capture and the League was no longer able to pay for their visits (of which there were many) — your Dad worked out a little deal.

Treatment in exchange for donors. And as a little added bonus, you’d throw in a few blood bags that were no longer medically viable for their resident shapeshifter. That’s what you were pulling for now.

Down in the basement, Toga sat on a stack of crates, swinging her legs back and forth as you pulled a small box out of the walk-in freezer.

“You’re in luck,” you said, closing the door behind you with your hip, “This last month was slow, so we had more bags expire than usual.”

Toga squealed, jumping off the crate, “Lemme see, lemme see!”

You set the box down on a nearby table. Most of the bags had not only the blood type and collection date written on them — but a picture attached too. A small change you and your Dad had made to your cataloging once you started this deal.

You watched her sort through them excitedly, like a kid in a candy story. She was seriously cute when she got like this. It was one of the reasons you liked to be the one in charge of these transactions, instead of your Dad.

Well, that, and all of the sex you and Toga would have afterwards.

Was it a bad idea to get physically involved with a client? Absolutely. Was it an even worse idea for that client to be the stab-happy serial romantic of the League of Villains with a penchant for combining the two passions? Undoubtedly.

Was it a lot of fun though? Fuck yes it was.

“So what’s your type?”

You blinked, snapping out of your train of thought, “My blood type?”

“Nooo,” she laughed, holding up one of the bags and waving the picture in front of your face, “ I mean your type type!”

You cocked a brow, wondering for a moment if all that blood had finally gotten to her brain and made her forget all of your sexcpades over the last couple of months — many of which had taken place in this very basement.

“Well, considering the fact that we’ve been hooking up for, how long—”

Himiko waved you off, “No, no — besides me! Like if you could have one night with anyone, who would it be?”

“...this feels like a trap.”

“It’s noooot!” she whined.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Why do you want to know so bad?”

“Well…” she drew the toe of her loafer around the ground, coy and sing-songy, “You know I can turn into anybody I bring in, right?”

“I am aware.” you leaned against the table, listening with amusement as to where this could go.

“Soooo, I was thinking I could bring in someone you like,” she said, mirroring your lean into the table, “That way you can play with someone new.”

Your brows furrowed, “Himiko, why do you think I want someone new?”

“Well, you’re okay with me loving so many people,” she slipped her hand across the table, lacing her fingers with yours, “It doesn’t really seem fair that you don’t get to do the same.”

“I mean, you know that’s my choice right? It’s not like I’m strictly monogamous, I’m just not interested in anyone else.”

She looked up at you with an amount of concern that quickly had you forgetting your teasing. While it was true that Toga wore her love on her sleeve, sadness and vulnerability were a rare sight. Most of the time it felt like that was because she just didn’t have any sadness to show. But as you got to know her, it was becoming more clear that she just never wanted to dwell on it. She wanted to live her life to the fullest.

And she wanted the same for you.

“Are you sure?”

You reached your freehand forward, cupping her cheek. She sighed into it, a little blush dusting across her face. For how bold she always was when declaring her feelings, she always got shy when it came to actually acting on them. It was pretty damn cute if you were being honest.

You smiled and slid your hand back behind her ear and pulled her into a kiss. She let out a little gasp against your mouth, her fingers tightening around your own. You started to rub little strokes along her jaw with your thumb, coaxing her mouth open as you deepened the kiss.

She had just started to knead against your tongue when you pulled away, just enough to rest your forehead against hers. Still too far for Toga though if her little whine was any indication.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” you breathed.

Toga let out a little giggle before pushing back and catching your bottom lip between her teeth.

“You know, this isn’t what I thought you meant when you said you needed stitches.”

You were currently sitting on the end of the medical bed hard at work suturing…

…suturing a tear in Jin’s mask.

“You made it sound like it was an emergency.”

“It is! It’s no big deal— d-damn it!”

You looked back over your shoulder. Jin was currently sitting up at the top of the bed, legs pushed up to his chest and rocking back against the wall. He had a paper bag pulled over his head. Judging by the stains and torn handle, it was one that he’d pulled from the trash.

It wasn’t often that Jin asked you for help, not for himself anyway. He was a constant in the office, present every time a League member needed treatment — be it a bullet wound, amputated arm, or tetanus shot — Jin was always the one carrying or following them in. The only other member that even came close to as frequent was Shigaraki — the direct contact and source of payment for the League. But even he usually just went straight to your Dad to work out the logistics.

But Jin always stayed right in this room, at his friends’ bedside or — at the furthest — across the room making some dumb gag with the tongue depressors to try and lift their spirits. Usually the only one he could successfully amuse was Toga.

And you.

He never came in for his own wounds, and most of the time he actively hid the injuries that he did have — minor as they typically were. Any treatment would usually stem from you catching a spreading stain on his costume or a limp in his step as he carried somebody in and would then involve you maneuvering around to treat him while he stayed locked to the bedside.

Eventually, you started implementing a strip search policy for him every time he crossed the threshold of the office — no going near the triage area until you had checked every inch of him for injury. And well, you could only get up and personal with that rugged musculature of his so many times before one thing led to another.

So given his habit for self-sacrifice in combination with the intimacy you had developed with him, when today he actually called you, hyperventilating and begging for help — it had scared you half to death. And when he had actually shown up, shoving the torn mask frantically into your hands, you had been furious at him for giving you that scare.

But now, seeing him trying to self-soothe in that corner — seriously shaken but very much alive — you were begrudgingly relieved.

You gave each side of the mask a little tug, testing to make sure the stitchwork was solid. And of course it was.

“Good as new.” you grunted, tossing it back over your shoulder.

You could hear him shuffling fast behind you. The crackle of paper, the slip of fabric, the relieved sigh of “Whole again.” You just tried to focus on putting your supplies away. To keep your breath steady, your eyes dry.

You didn’t want to give him a hard time about how bad he scared you. You knew he couldn’t help it, that this was all part of the package deal that was Jin Bubaigawara. But you just couldn’t help the shake in your fingers that had finally taken over once you didn’t have a project to steady them on, the air of panic in your chest imagining what could’ve been. 

What someday could be.

A pair of strong arms wrapped slowly around your shoulders. You tried half-heartedly to shrug them off, but they just tightened, pulling you back against Jin’s hard chest. The smell of tobacco and his body wash filled your senses, warmed your body. You could feel him press a soft, covered kiss to the back of your neck — an action that was just as much a comfort to him as it was supposed to be for you.

“I’m sorry…” he breathed, completely himself.

That did you in. You tried to sniff up the tears that were already falling before he could notice. But you could tell by the way he started burying his head into your nape that all it did was make him more aware.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. So sorry.” he choked out, over and over again.

You reached up to grasp Jin’s wrists, carefully unfolding his arms so that you could turn and face him. It was amazing how truly expressive he could be through that hokey piece of fabric. It was obvious that he was barely holding it together.

You smiled sadly, reaching up to run your thumb along the line of stitches running up his forehead — just a few inches off from the actual scar on his skin.

“This suits you.” 

You could tell by the shift under his mask that his eyes had widened. He grabbed your hands tight between his own and pulled them tight to his mouth, just breathing you in. Trying to hold you together like you held him.

“Th-Thank you. That’s some shit craftsmanship!”

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