#please don't kill bobby

[thetangycheesemanwithaplan]

Why are they dressed up at the firehouse? (my theory)

TL;DR: Chief is going to run for mayor-Bobby is promoted as the new chief- Hen promoted to captain of the 118 permanently

The only time we've seen them dress up in their dress uniform is for either a funeral (Kevin) or for a passing probation celebration (Eddie). Now I would imagine dress wear would also be worn for any sort of commendation they'd receive for their hard work. But this is not something we've seen (although they deserve it) yet and honestly i don't think it would be a general like award for the team because the only thing that's been big enough to maybe warrant ceremony would be the cruise ship and the Chief would not give them a commendation for this. One because they went against orders and two because he's already stolen credit for it. Plus there at the firehouse and I feel like something like this would be done somewhere more public (like a city hall or something) but if the ceremony was only specific to one or maybe two people it would make sense it would be held at the firehouse. I'm also ruling out funeral cause I just don't think its that and theres no one to celebrate a probation with

I think it'll have something to do with the Chief and with Bobby. Now we know the Chief is gunning for the mayors job (politics oh boy) we've seen this in the way he's handled the incident with Hen (and the guys connections who he was protecting) and also in the way he took credit for the cruise ship rescue. Like Chief reeks of politics and so I feel like he's setting himself up to move into running for mayor (or any role within politics but Maddie made a comment about the Mayor soooo this is the path i'll choose) And I feel like Bobby is at the point in his career where moving up would make sense (I don't see him retiring ever). I feel like the chief has approached him and offered him the role of chief. I think they set up a ceremony with the ruse that Bobby will receive some sort of commendation for his years of service with the LAFD and so everyone has gathered for what they think is to celebrate bobby and it is just not in the way they think.

Chief announces he'll be running for mayor(moving to politics) and that in the transition period that Bobby will be being promoted to chief. Everyone is shocked but everyone is clapping and celebrating, Bobby get's up and makes a speech about his time at the 118, how they'll always be his family and that he's leaving them in good hands. Bobby then announces that Hen will be captain. This is a complete surprise as Hen wasn't expecting but then Denny, Mara and Karen appear and join in the celebrations as the news sinks in. Bobby steps down and says to Hen the job is hers only if she wants it and Hen accepts.

Also we get Ravi full time on the A shift as a fun little treat

Thanks to @buck-up-buck and @whollyjoly for letting me ramble. I also ramble in the tags XD

[guiltylovestar]

when will they be allowed to name pearl or maya in the games again 😭

[pagesfromthevoid]

"it's so hot when you talk like that" for Mr. Bob Reynolds! ❤️

It's not often that Bob loses his temper. Actually, she can count on one hand him getting angry for whatever reason.

This...this is one of those times.

The mission was supposed to be straightforward. Simple. Get in, take out the target, get out. And it was simple --until Walker decided his plan was the right plan, after they had all agreed it wasn't.

That is when things went south --fast.

Instead of focusing on the exit strategy, he decided he was going to take out the weapons system. Which, okay, yeah --that makes sense, sort of. But only if the rest of the team is on board.

Bob doesn't take part in missions, but he listens on the comms, just to make sure everyone is staying in contact. And to make sure she gets home safely. But when Walker makes his play, and Bob suggests that this isn't a great idea...then Walker shuts the comms off...Well, he doesn't hear from the team until they get back. And he's starting to panic.

So when they return to the tower --more worse for wear than anticipated --Bob is already expecting the worse. She limps off the carrier, holding her side with a look of disdain and pain. A busted lip is the most obvious thing he sees, but her suit is peeled halfway off her torso with makeshift bandages covering a wound on her shoulder.

Bob...kind of starts seeing red at this point.

"Are you out of your fucking mind, Walker?" He demands, practically charging the supersoldier as he exits the carrier.

"You wanna calm down there, Bobby?" Walker snaps back, eyes narrowed as he throws off his helmet.

"You could have gotten them killed," Bob snaps, poking Walker in the chest aggressively. He's not purposely using his strength, but Walker is pushed back just a step. "What the hell are you thinking? You're not in charge, you asshole!"

"Calm down, both of you," Yelena orders, though she's just as bad off.

Bob swallows hard, looking between Yelena and her, and everything is suddenly very loud in his head. Everyone else takes a solid step back from him --except for her. She steps forward, holding up good hand --though it's covered in blood.

"Bob," she insists, "C'mon. It's fine --we already handled him --let's just get to the med bay before I pass out."

He thinks, briefly, that Sentry might make an appearance. That he can feel all that power stirring under his skin, and his hands ball into fists at his sides. "You could have been killed."

"But I wasn't," she reminds him, pushing him back some with her bloody hand on his chest. "Go. Please."

He hesitates, not budging for a moment, before he finally nods and lets her lead the way out.

The walk to the bed bay is silent for the most part, aside from heavy footsteps and even heavier breathing. Before they turn the corner to get there though, she pulls him aside and into a corner out of view of the cameras. They're squeezed together, and Bob has to focus on not grabbing her by habit. She's hurt, and he doesn't want to make it worse.

"What's wrong?"

"Not that I'm encouraging it," she starts, but she has one hand on his stomach and the other on his jaw. "But it's so hot when you talk like that."

"R-really?" He stammers out, and he can feel himself flushing --and the heat dropping below his waist.

She nods with a little smirk on her face. Her hand trails behind his head, tangling her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He hums in response, biting at his lip to avoid making any sort of sound that would get them caught. Not that it'd be the first time.

"Reminds me that you got a little bite, even if you act like you don't."

His hands finds her waist, and he pulls her flush against him --though he's mindful of her wounds. "Only a little?"

"I'm willing to be convinced otherwise."

He lifts her up suddenly, wrapping her legs around his waist. She winces --and he stops, but she shakes her head, crashing her mouth against his. Bloody lip and all, he doesn't care as he deepens the kiss, tasting the salt and copper on his tongue. Her back presses against the wall as he ruts against her, clothed cock pressing against her core. She moans into his mouth, tugging at his hair.

But then, he drops her and she falls against the wall with a heavy breath. She looks annoyed, flustered and heaving some.

"We should get you cleaned up," he says flippantly, like he wasn't just shoving his tongue down her throat and tasting the blood on her lips.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"You're a fucking tease," she complains as he takes her hand, pulling her out of the corner.

[willwasnotfound]

Other kind of demon

DAAAAAMN, I just invented this today and it's waaay crazy that it has so many likes :'v (at least for me) Thank you everyone for reading this, I promise I'll do my best to give you all whatever you want, again, sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language! Prologue, Chapter 2

The souls you left behind

Calling Y/N the new member of huntrix was both wrong and correct at the same time, she still sang by herself, but started to release a lot of songs with the girls, and that was enough for the fame of both to increase.

She not only was a great singer, she was great at composing and writing, she made up song for both, Huntrix and her, loving the recognition it got her.

Pop/Stars was just the begining, she wrote more and more, ironically, More was the next song she wrote, inviting a chinese singer that was also rising up on the industry, making it one of the biggest hit on the charts.

Tonight Huntix had an important show, it would be the last before taking an important break that they needed reaaally bad.

“Everyone look alive.” Bobby, the manager of the group, said to the concert staff backstage making sure everything is perfect for the performance of the group. 

“All right. Looking good over there. Okay. Ready? Ready. But where are the girls?” Bobby, double checked everything around the arena and looked on his phone to see any updates from the girls. 

“What? What? Where are they going?” Only to see on his phone that the plane of Huntrix was going out of track on its destination. "Y/N! Did the girls told you something??" Bobby kept freaking out, searching the mentioned girl.

"I think they just might have problems." Y/N called the girls, and they answered quickly.

"Hi Y/N!" The tree girls greeted her with a smile, then Bobby as he appeared on the screen too. "Hi Bobby!"

"Yeah, hi! Uhm, what are you doing?" Y/N passed her phone to Bobby, just leaving to backstage and prepare some stuff, she already knew what might happen. "We're about to eat our preshow ramyeon." Rumi turned the phone to show the food they had on their jet.

"Pre-show? What about the show-show?" Suddenly, the phone was stealed from him from some fans, and he foughted to have it back.

Then Y/N appeared again, helping Bobby to have the phone back and also talking with the girls. "Hey, need some help opening?" She quickly appeared on the screen, to which the girls nodded.

"Yeah, I think we've got a plague." Mira turned to face the flight attendants clearly annoyed.

"We owe you one!" Zoey smiled brightly to then end the call.

"So?" Bobby stood aside from her, trying to calm down, if Y/N was calm it was probably a good thing.

"I'm going to open the show, don't overthink, 'kay Bobby?" Y/N went straight to the stage. "Please, put on the track." She talked to a staff behind Bobby, he only nodded, and encouraged Y/N.

The fans were screaming in excitement, they had expected her to be there, yes, but not that soon, and as the final note rang out she signaled to the sky, noticing the figures of the main evente and calling for the public to also look at them.

"Look up at the sky, I present to you, Huntrix!" With that, a cloud of smoke raised in the area, from which a demon emerged falling between spectators, along with the girls on stage, interpreting "How it's done." Zoey quickly killed the demon, making it go 'puff' and explode into confetti, pleasing the fans.

As Rumi reached the highest note, they could see golden in the Honmoon, smiling excited as their goal seemed so close. The rest of the concert went normally, the first songs were the ones that shared with Y/N, after that, she leaved the stage to take a break.

She was tired, she got rid of Gwi-Ma, yes, but somehow she kept hearing voices, not from her mind, it was like the demons that the Huntrix girls slained runed to her, to find another demon on the realm to rest.

Y/N was not a normal demon, that's for sure. She actually devoured souls, but probably not like Gwi-Ma did, or at least she wasn't really sure about that, perhaps he did hear the agony and enjoyed it.

So yeah, that's exactly what happened to Y/N, somehow she fed herself by demons, unlike whatever she thought and told the hunters- It was like they knew what she was, and didn't wanted to let her go, remembering all she was before even becoming a demon, she didn't want that, she tought she would forget, and yet, the more she leaved all behind, the more it seemed to chase her.

The concert finished, and she reunited with the girls after they left their staff behind.

"Hey Y/N!" Zoey went to hug her tightly, being followed by smiles of the other two.

"Thanks for saving our ass, the concert could go wrong without you." Mira patted his back. "No problem, I'm glad to help you." Y/N pulled apart from the hug, the girls started to walk away to the car that would leave them on their penthouse.

"Do you want to come over with us? We'll be having an important meeting with our couch." Zoey jumped happily next to the girls.

"I wouldn't like to bother you, thanks." Y/N brushed off and keep walking behind them. "Also, I have some stuff to do, I need to write some things and then just sleep."

"But I thought you didn't need to sleep?" Zoey tilted her head slightly, being followed by Mira.

"When I hadn't take a break for days I do need to rest." Y/N sighed and waved at them as she saw how they got into the car. "But have a nice rest on your couch." She chuckled.

"Okayy, be safe!!" Zoey said already on the car, after a bit losing track of their friend.

"I'm a demon, I think I can take care of myself." Y/N turned into a shadow, starting to roam through the city.

She did'nt lie to the girls, she was in fact tired, but everyday she did a patrol just to be sure that demons weren't around.

This world was now hers to protect, and it was just because she accepted to be with the hunters, if not, god knows what would have happened.

And suddenly, she felt a presence. No, not one, five. They were demons for sure, she could sense them, and even as a shadow, she knew they could see her too, they were just like her, humans with deals to seal.

"I know you're watching me." Y/N stopped and showed her human form, her eyes shined with that golden light as she searched for the ones behind that presence. "Show yourself." And as she barely turned around she found them, five male demons standing in there, their patterns shining just like their eyes, she was basically surounded, all because she let her guard down.

Shit.

Ngl, I improv half of this cuz I started to disociate through it, I'm so sorry if there are errors, I really tried my best to make it have sense :'v

Umm, I don't know, let me know if you liked it or not! I''l try to get my writting habilities better, I'm not perfect at english grammar T-T

Taglist: @just-set-things-on-fire, @gremlinartstudio, @latisthegenderfluidwannabealone, @katzline

[robinminustherichard]

And Falling Apart is The Only Way

Gen | BuckTommy | Spec/ MCD Aftermath | Good Friend Eddie Diaz

It's the night of the funeral that Eddie calls Tommy, and Tommy picks up because he walked away from them all after the ceremony and he figured someone would call eventually.

"Hey, Eddie," Tommy says, quiet in his house by himself, TV muted and playing a recap of the last A's game.

Immediately, Tommy clocks the grief and frustration in Eddie's voice. He tenses.

"Tommy," Eddie begins, blowing out a breath before continuing, "I need you to come to my--Buck's house."

Tommy's shoulders go rigid and his throat goes tight, worry coiling deep in his chest.

"What happ--"

"Nothing. He's fine." Eddie bites out, nearly a growl, "he's just God damn fine."

Tommy feels his eyebrows draw together and slumps back into his couch cushions. "Eddie, I don't think he wants to see me right now, I--"

"Yeah, to be honest, I'm kind of counting on that."

Tommy feels anger flare up, but he tries to shut it down first, just like he has been this past week; having to stand next to Gerard at the service, having to listen to Athena's mother make a tasteless comment when she thought no one could hear her, having to get dressed down and get handed his suspension three days ago. He takes a deep breath, knowing it's audible to Eddie, before responding.

"Look, Eddie," Tommy says, careful and measured, "I don't know what you're trying to say here, but I don't think now is the time for Evan and I to talk. He has a lot going on, obviously. Before he called me for the helicopter ride, we didn't exactly leave things on good terms--"

"Yeah, asshole, I know what you said to him." Eddie says, sharp and hissing, "I know what he said to you. I also know that he called you and you came running, not just for Chim."

"Alright--" Tommy starts, feeling heat and rage building up his spine, but Eddie cuts him off again.

"I also know that you are the only person he has let himself break down in front of. That night, after...after Bobby died," Eddie's voice breaks here, "I know you picked him up and brought him home and I can't repay you for it. I have to ask you to do it again."

Tommy sits, struck silent by the sudden desperation that cracks through Eddie's voice.

"And," Eddie starts again, "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be a dick, not tonight of all nights. But Buck is numb right now, he's acting like he's fine, he won't stop moving and doing things, and helping. I know he thinks he's doing the right thing but I have to go back to Texas tomorrow and I'm afraid that this is going to kill him too."

"Eddie..." Tommy practically whispers, feeling like his strings have been cut. He eyes his keys and wallet where they sit by the front door.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I have to ask you to come over. I'm his best friend but I've been a pretty shitty one and I just can't get him to break out of this--this mask he has on. Please, Tommy. Please come over. Karen said I can crash on their couch tonight, and I'll come back in the morning."

"What if--what if I make it worse?" Tommy asks, suddenly scared. He's getting up though, headed for his shoes because as he's come to find out he has a really hard time staying away from Evan Buckley.

"I don't think there is worse, Tommy. I think there's Buck, shouldering this until he breaks down. I can't let him go back to work like this. I can't leave California thinking he's going to act risky on a rescue and get himself--"

Eddie can't finish, and Tommy gets it. He knows, on a micro level, what it's like to lose Evan Buckley. He knows what it would do to him, to everyone, for it to happen completely.

Tommy's got his boots on and his wallet in his pocket and his keys in his hands; and he's doing this.

"Okay," he says, itching to just go already. "Okay, Eddie, I'm coming. I'll be there in twenty."

Eddie breathes, and Tommy hears the slightest sniffle. "Thank you, Tommy--" he starts, before Tommy suddenly hears Evan's voice calling out in the background, "Eddie? Who are you talking to?"

"Just Chris," Eddie says back, and Tommy winces. The call hangs up, but Tommy doesn't let it deter him. He walks out of his front door.

"Thank you. I'm sorry." Is all Eddie says before he smoothly slips out the door with a bag over his shoulder and heads right for Evan's truck. The door closes behind him and Tommy stares into the house, can hear Evan moving around in the kitchen.

The drive passes in a blur, and suddenly he's at Evan's house. He doesn't have to knock, Eddie must have been waiting because he throws open the door and looks at Tommy with wide and strained eyes.

"Eddie?" Evan's voice calls, and he rounds the corner in an apron, drying his hands on a towel, but stops short when he sees Tommy. "Tommy. What--where's--"

"Eddie went to Hen and Karen's. He called me."

Tommy sees the flip, sees what must be scaring Eddie so badly. Evan's jaw sets, his shoulders pull back, his eyes harden.

"Well," he says coolly, "I'm fine. If he needed time away from me he could have just--"

"That's not why," Tommy says, keeping his hands at his waist and his eyes trained on Evan. Tommy knows this isn't like talking someone off the edge, this is going to be a fight. "He's worried about you."

Evan scoffs, throws the towel across his shoulder, and puts his hands on his hips. "I'm fine, Tommy. I'm sorry you came all this way, I made a coffee cake if you want some to go, but--"

"I don't think you are fine, Evan." Tommy says bluntly. Evan's jaw ticks slightly, and Tommy is like a bloodhound with a scent. "I think you're acting fine for everyone else--"

"I know how I feel--"

"I'm not saying you don't. I'm saying you're lying--"

"I'm not lying!" Evan says, volume rising but still controlled, emotion finally cracking through the controlled exterior Tommy had seen earlier at the funeral, something that's Evan and not this picture of the perfectly strong mourning team member he's created. "I am fi--"

"Stop telling me you're fine," Tommy cuts across him, realizing that this is the most emotion he's seen from Evan since Tommy had held him in the back of the ambulance that followed Chimney and Hen to the hospital, the thought Eddie was right shooting through him.

"I am!" Evan shouts, throwing his hands up. It strikes Tommy that this is the first time they've even raised their voices at each other, even after months of dating, and he sees it hit Evan at the same time. His shout seems to echo and Evan takes a moment to close his eyes and breathe deeply before continuing at a normal volume. "I'm fine. Bobby said I would be okay and I am. He said the others would need me."

Tommy's heart breaks then, feels a cracking below his ribs, feels sick to his stomach. Evan's eyes have gone glossy and he's blinking quick. There's so much they never got to know about eachother because Tommy cut them apart after only half a year; but Tommy has seen Evan in the throes of grief, and he's seen him shoulder bad shifts and patients lost. But this is something entirely new, and it's Bobby's fault.

"I'm sorry he said that to you, Evan."

That pulls Evan up short, confusion and upset breaking through his mask. "No, no, it's--" Evan starts, but Tommy's got the thread now, hee knows how to unravel this. He takes a step closer, slowly.

"I'm sorry Bobby said that," another step forward, "I don't know if he meant this, Evan."

"Tommy--" Evan says weakly, not moving even as Tommy gets closer, "that's not fair, don't say that. Why are you here? You left, you--"

Tommy knows what Evan's doing, a last ditch effort to slice at Tommy and get him to turn around. Tommy won't, not this time.

"I'm sorry Bobby died, Evan," Tommy says, just a few steps away now, "I'm sorry you think he meant that you had to be strong for everyone and not let anyone know how badly this hurts. That's not what he meant, Evan."

"Stop, please, stop Tommy--" Evan chokes out, taking a stumbling step back as Tommy continues to advance.

"Bobby, like everyone else, always knew that your heart is what makes you, Evan," Tommy says, stopping when he's within grabbing distance, "he would never want you to cut yourself off from it like this. I think he wanted you to be okay, not now but later--he wanted you to know that it's going to be good when you're happy again, some day."

Evan blinks, once, twice, and he can't keep the tears at bay any longer. They slide down his cheeks in thick drops, and his breathing grows ragged. He says nothing, just looks at Tommy with a face that's a combination of grief and fear.

"Evan," Tommy says slowly and carefully, looking Evan in the eyes and reaching hand out to grab his arm, "I know Bobby was like a dad to you, and he died. He's dead, and I'm so sorry."

Tommy yanks gently, and Evan comes to him with no resistance. Tommy grabs him up in his arms and feels it when Evan's legs give out, drops them slowly to the floor as Evan lets out a heaving sob, and grips him as hard as he can, crushing this beautiful and hurting man to his chest.

"I'm so sorry, Evan." Tommy says again over Evan's sobs and wails.

"He--he--" Evan tries to speak but he can't get the words out, Tommy lets him try anyway, "He said he loved--"

Tommy feels the muscles in his arms clench and protest at the way he's gripping Evan, afraid that he'll fly apart if Tommy lets go.

"How do I do this? How do I do this without him?" Evan gets out in stops and starts, chest heaving against Tommy's, "How could he leave me?"

Tommy just holds him as waves of grief and anger in equal measure seem to wash over him.

Tommy doesn't know how long they stay there on the floor, too long probably for his knees and back, but Evan eventually quiets in his arms. He loosens his grip once but Evan jerks like he's been hit, so Tommy tightens his arms once more.

Evan's breathing finally evens out, his sobs subside, and he pulls his head up to look at Tommy.

"You came," Evan says, red rimmed eyes fighting valiantly to show hope admist all of their tragedy. "After I ignored you for days."

"I can't stay away from you for very long," Tommy says before his brain can catch up with his mouth, "also, Eddie is kind of an asshole when he wants to be, but he cares. He wants to make sure you're taken care of too."

Buck nods, gulping and snaking an arm out of Tommy's hold to wipe at his face.

"I didn't--I thought I was hiding it well. I thought I was doing what Bobby said."

Tommy sighs, not unkindly, and lifts a hand to cradle Evan's jaw.

"I meant what I said. I think...I think Bobby was telling you that losing him was going to hurt you, but one day you'll be okay. It won't hurt any less, but you'll have room for everything else. And...when he said that the others would need you, he meant that you can't follow him. There are so many people in your life that need you."

Evan makes a wounded noise and leans into Tommy's hand, "I wouldn't--"

"That's what was scaring Eddie so much," Tommy says, cutting him off far more gently than earlier, "he was scared to go back to Texas not knowing if you would start taking unnecessary risks on the job."

Evan is quiet, heartbreak in his eyes but no denial. They're both silent as they both let it sink in. Eventually, Tommy sees exhaustion settle onto Evan. His shoulders slump and his mouth is parted on slightly labored breathing.

"Let's get you to bed, huh?" Tommy says, preparing them to stand, "it's been a long day."

Tommy gets to his feet and pulls Evan up with him, turning and leading them to the bedroom. He gently pushes Evan toward his dresser to change and Tommy steps back into the kitchen to turn the lights off and drain the sink where Evan had been hand washing dishes. He fills up a glass of water to bring back with him.

When he returns to the bedroom, Evan is sitting on the edge in a pair of shorts and worn looking t-shirt. Tommy stands in front of him and speaks gently.

"You should try to sleep, Evan," Tommy hands over the water and is satisfied when he automatically drinks half of it. "I can crash on the couch, okay? Eddie said he'll be back in the morning."

Evan nods, but looks far away for a moment. Tommy makes a move to start heading out but is stopped when Evan half rises from the bed and gets a hand on Tommy's wrist.

"Wait. I know--" he says, sounding nervous but determined, "I know we aren't, uh, together right now. But. I lov--"

"Wait," Tommy interrupts him, and Evan looks at him in despair. Tommy gently pushes him back onto the bed and sits next to him. He twists his hand out of Evan's one-handed grip and grabs at both instead, holds them in his lap. "In the morning, we can talk."

"Bobby died without me saying it to him, Tommy." Tears gather again in Evan's eyes, but his voice is steel, "I'm not going to have anyone else not know how I feel about them, even if it changes nothing between us.

The confession and its desperation hit Tommy like a wave, washing over him and sending his mind and heartbeat racing. He nods, knowing that there's only one reply that sits right with him. He takes a deep breath before speaking.

"Okay," Tommy says, courage striking through him, "I love you, Evan."

Evan's breath hitches, and he looks at Tommy with a trembling mouth.

"I love you too, Tommy."

After everything, it's Evan's small but determined voice in that moment that brings tears to Tommy's eyes. He grabs Evan again and holds him to his chest, sets a kiss on his birthmark and looks at the ceiling, overwhelmed.

"Okay," Tommy whispers, feeling for the first time in a week--in months-- that he's got somewhere to go from here. "Okay, Evan. We're going to be alright."

[x-prettyboy-x]

Clean you up

Established relationship! Erik × reader

Hello again, I felt bad for what I did to you guys in the first one, so i wrote an alternative version💕again, I am not a writer, so forgive me for how bad this is🫶🏻

Pairing: Erik Campbell x reader

Warnings: mentions of injuries and blood, obviously spoilers

No gendered language used:)

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Masterlist

Erik was never the type to show he was in pain, when he'd come home from his shift at the tattoo shop and casually mentioned the fire and the fact he'd been branded and you know.. almost died, talking as if it was nothing, you freaked out. He'd grabbed your face with the most gentle care he could manage- you took note of his shaking hands- and whispered reassurances to you.

"Baby, I'm fine, I kicked deaths ass. Maybe I'm just invincible, huh? And the brand is pretty fuckin sick" He'd laughed, and that laugh is what managed to calm you down.

You'd been pacing back and forth in the living room when everyone came back from the hospital, Stefani and Charlie first, then their mom and Bobby, then Erik. Looking more terrified than you'd ever seen him. His entire body shaking, blood trailing down his nose and mouth and staining the front of his shirt.

Stefani quickly walked over and grabbed your shoulders carefully, knowing you were seconds from a full on mental breakdown.

"Hes okay. We cheated death. We're all safe, we cleared the list. It was a.. beyond stupid idea but Erik managed to kill Bobby and bring him back. He got.. hurt in the process but its nothing deadly, okay? He refused help at the hospital. He just wanted you."

You wanted nothing more than to ask what the hell she meant by he killed Bobby, but seeing yours boyfriend's face, you'd have to wait to be curious.

You were hesitant as you walked over and grabbed Erik's hand, like he was a wounded deer that would get up and run away at any sudden movement. You'd carefully pulled him into his room and set him on the bed, grabbing the first aid kit from his closet- your idea, not his. You'd demanded it after the fire- and moving to sit next to him to address what was wrong.

"You wanna tell me what hurts?" You'd whispered, your voice shaking. You didnt wanna cry, didnt wanna make him anymore distressed.

He didnt reply, just pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. You looked him over and noticed his ears first, the rings missing and the lobes ripped in half, then his nose, then his nipples. You winced under your breath and just silently started to clean the wounds you could see.

"I thought.. I was gonna die. I was gonna die and Bobby would die because of me. It was my idea, I made him eat the stupid fuckin peanut butter cup and took his epi pen. I promised I'd bring him back. He almost died because of me." His words were so quiet they were almost inaudible.

So that's what Stefani meant. It still didnt explain how he ended up hurt, clearly more had happened than he would say. But you won't push, not rightnow.

You cleaned up the wounds the best you could and set the first aid kit aside, sighing shakily as you looked him over. "Kiki, you need to go to the hospital, let them stich you up. It shouldn't be too bad since the wounds are small, but you need to-"

"No hospitals. I don't wanna step foot in another hospital. Not now." He was quick to cut you off, and you fell silent.

He pulled you into his lap before the silence went onto too long and you froze, looking down at him.

"I'll worry about it later.. Just want you. Bobby almost died because of me and I was close to never seeing you again."

You sighed and ran a hand through his hair carefully. Erik took a deep breath and just rested his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

"Tell me what happened, baby.. please."

You listened carefully as he explained everything, Iris's friend telling them the only way to survive this was to die and come back, or to kill someone and take the years they had left. He told you the plan he'd come up with. He told you about how the mri machine had ripped out his piercings, how he'd been pulled into it, how a nurse had rushed in to turn the machine off just in time. He told you how the only thing he could think about was Bobby suffocating next to him, while he could do nothing about it.

Even now, he was more upset about the fact Bobby was in danger, he couldn't care less about his own pain, about how he almost died. Again.

"This isn't your fault, you did it, right? Bobbys fine.. everyone's fine, thanks to you. You saved everyone left on the list. You kicked deaths ass again.." you'd said the words with a small smile on your face, hesitant as you added, "And at least you got to keep your favorite piercing"

You were trying to lighten the mood a little, hopefully make him feel even just a little better. And it'd worked. You'd felt him let out a small laugh from where he was laying on your chest. And like before, that's all it took to finally calm you.

[thatprettygirldownthestreet]

"After a hard day."

It's just a night routine with girls after a long day~

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Current time : 8.45 p.m.

Place: Huntrix's apartament

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Doors to the apartament opened and four figures entered they'r home.

And I'm talking about our beautiful idols Rumi, Mira , Zoey And of course they'r best friend / Bobby's assistant / LOVER Reader!

Rumi: This day was awful!

Mira: I agree!

Zoey: I doubly agree!

Rumi sighed and flop down the couch. Mira and Zoey close behind they flop down the couch.

Reader who was the only one that didn't say anything yet flop down on her large pouffe with soft blankets and pillows that her lovers got her for her last birthday.

Reader: Ughhh~ My shoes hurts me!

Zoey: But shoes doesn't hurt silly! I think you meant feet are killing you!

Reader: Zoey, my treasure, I know what I said. I meant that i can literally still feel my shoes on my feet. Like I didn't just took them off.

Zoey: Oh...

Reader: It's okey. By the way what's plan for tommorow?

Rumi: Day off.

Reader: Really? Bobby didn't say anything about it?

Mira: Because Rumi was the one who suggested a day off. And you was dead asleep in the car! When the decision was made. Oh, and by the way you almost fell out of your seat!

Zoey: Oh, Yeah! Rumi had to pull you to her side to prevent you from falling.

They all laughs at that.

Reader: And I didn't woke up?

Rumi: Nope, you were still sleeping like nothing happened! And I don't blame you today was tiring.

The rest nooded at Rumi's words.

Zoey: So what plan for tomorrow?

Mira and Rumi: Sleeping.

Reader and Zoey giggle at girls words.

Zoey: I was thinking about a mall trip!

All girls thought for a second.

Mira: Yeah...That's sounds good. But! Reader is making breakfast.

Rumi and Zoey: Yes!

Reader: Me? Why?

Rumi: You make the best pancakes!

Reader: Ugh fine, cream and fruits?

Zoey: Yes, please!

Mira: You know it!

Rumi: That would be perfect.

Reader: Then fine, but for that we need wake up tomorrow.

Rumi: You right, common let's go!

Everyone got up but reluctantly.

Zoey: I'm voteing for sleeping at Reader's room!

Mira: Count me in!

Rumi: Yes!

Reader: Ugh fine! but I'm in the middle tonight!

Rumi, Zoey and Mira: Okey!

They all went to their rooms to change and do their own night skin routine.

I think their night skin routine would be very similar but I think that Zoey would have more steps even than Mira (Mira would have longer routine in the morning.). I, myslef don't have a skin night routine i have some things I use but not very offten.

After around half an hour later. In Reader's room.

Reader: Finally!

Reader yelled and jumped on the bed. Then doors to her room opened and Rumi walk in.

Rumi: Getting comfy?

Reader: Yes becauce Zoey will probably be tossing and turning in bed again.

Reader said her voice muffled through the pillow.

Rumi: Yeah you probadly right.

She said walking over to bed and lying down next to Reader. Rumi wrap her arms around reader and pull her to her closer now spooning her.

Rumi: You'r warm.

She said snugguling closer to Reader and kissed her back of her head.

Reader: You always says that.

Reader said but didn't move, relaxing herself in Rumi's arms

Then the oors opened again now Mira walking in to the room.

Mira: Look at you two. All comfy.

Mira walk over to bed and laid on the other side of Reader facing her. Then the three of them heard running footsteps.

Mira: Zoey is coming.

At that Reader turn herself to laid on her back. And a second later Zoey burst through the door. Then she slam door close and jumped on the bed landing on top of Reader.

Reader: Off- Zoey!

Zoey: Sorry!

The four of them giggle.

Mira: Yeah, that's the stuff.

Mira said and wrap her arm around Reader and Zoey .

Rumi: Yeah...

Rumi agree and she too, wrap her arm around Reader and Zoey and laid her head on Reader's shoulder.

Zoey just snuggle closer to Reader's chest.

Silence fell, the only thing that could be heard was quite breathing coming from them.

So about the sleeping together part. I wrote that Reader is in the middle. But i think all girls would have their turns laying in the middle when sleeping together! And I think the most often would be Rumi (Common she needs all the attention!) and Reader. I think there would be situations when it would be Mira or Zoey. It's just my opinion but give me your thoughts about it!.

[tjwritesfanfics]

Not Going to Lose You (Erik Campbell)

Pairing: Erik Campbell x Reader

Summary: Your dreams seem to be more against you than you thought, but you weren't going to let it come true.

Rating: Angst with comfort

Warnings: Talks of death and dying, mention of a cut open body, reader is very protective over Bobby but honestly who isn't??, a lot of word for word from the movie, you can tell that I don't know how MRIs work

Words: 3.8k

Note: Yall wanted a different outcome to my original Erik story where they all live so here you go! Can be read separate, but if you want to read the original you can!

Note: Very movie accurate tbh (other than everyone living) and it scratches my brain just right

Main Masterlist | Original Angst

Your dream last night terrified you. 

Even closing your eyes, you could still see the pained faces of Eric and Bobby dying, the sounds clinging to your mind.

Erik had tried to calm you down before drifting off to sleep, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something was going to happen.

You had no idea what the morning after would bring.

Julia’s death. Finding out that Erik wasn’t a part of the cursed bloodline. The sickening relief that knowledge brought you.

You held onto Erik to stop him from pacing around the room.

“Yes, Erik, I know that Jerry Fenbury is the worst possible thing for a father, but hey this means you won’t die.”

“I don’t want any of them to die!” He shouted, pulling away from you.

“And you think I do?!”

“There has to be something we can do. Something I can do.”

Erik glances out his window, seeing his family all standing around his brother, almost like a protective circle as they head to the RV. 

“I have to protect him.” He marched out of his room, his determination sending panic through you. 

You follow him down the stairs and outside.

“Oi!” Erik yells. “Any of you fuckers do a nut check?”

“You made cookies in there with peanut butter.” You fill in when you see everyone's confused looks, “Bobby’s allergy is so severe even a whiff of it will kill him.”

“Where is the peanut butter?” Erik went into the RV once his aunt told him where to find it.

Your mind whirled as you watched the exchange in front of you. Erik got rid of the peanut butter and once he was sure his brother was okay, after giving him a quick hit in the balls, he came to stand by your side.

The two of you watched as his family piled into the RV. You could feel the worry rolling off him no matter how hard he tried to hide it. You take his hand, squeezing it, trying to hold on for dear life as you knew what was about to happen next.

“Please tell me I can talk you out of it.”

“Someone has to protect him.”

You close your eyes and nod, the sinking feeling in your gut only intensifying, your fear to lose him propelling you forward. “Well then let's go.”

“What? No, you stay here.”

“No fucking way. Not happening. Now let’s go, Campbell.” You roll your eyes and stride towards the RV, glancing back when you step up onto the first step waiting for him expectantly.

All he could do was shake his head and join you.

You sat with Erik in the back of the RV, wondering the whole time where it was you were going. No one had told you so all you could do was just anxiously play with Erik’s fingers.

It wasn’t until Darlene parked the RV and you got out that your stomach really felt like it fell out of your ass.

Hope River Hospital.

A hospital.

Just like your dream.

“Oh fuck me…” You breathe.

“Later,” Erik pressed his hand to your back, motioning you forward, “right now we deal with this.”

You try to swallow the lump in your throat and let Erik guide you, catching up with the group, glancing at an oncoming ambulance sideways. Who knows how many of those things have accidentally run over people.

The group of you stopped just short of the hospital's rotating entrance. Why the fuck would someone choose this design of a door over just a regular pull door was something you never thought of until now.

Something about the way the glass rotates seems way more ominous now than it ever had before.

Erik entered first, then Charlie and then Darlene. You look back at Bobby and Stefani, offering the scared boy a smile before turning, entering in the revolving door. For a few seconds you were alone and isolated, the hairs on your arm standing on end, and then you were free.

Erik wrapped his arm around your shoulder to pull you into him, his lips pressing to your forehead, but his eyes were focused on his cousin and brother just on the other side of the door.

Once Bobby had stepped in and reached the other side you reached out to him, pulling him in and Erik patted his shoulder.

“Hey. Now you see, buddy?” Erik grinned.

“We got you.” You smile at him, hoping to provide some form of comfort.

Bobby smiled at you two, a worried yet thankful smile, it not really meeting his eyes.

“Come on guys,” Darlene called, “The front desk is this way.”

The lady at the front desk told you all where you could find this mysterious ‘JB’ and pointed down the hall, telling you that it would be down the hall and to the left.

The hall felt like it stretched on, but in reality, it was just a short walk from the front desk to the morgue. You glance up at the sign just above the door.

Autopsy in Progress.

The light was on to signal to others what? Not come in? Beware? Maybe to tread with caution.

Stefani wasted no time opening the door. On the other side a man was holding what looked to be a human lung and, on the table, chest cut open and the skin peeled back, was a dead body.

The smell of death and chemicals had you covering your nose, moving closer to Erik.

“Oh umm” Stefani stood, eyes going wide at the sight of the body, not seeming to be able to tear away her gaze. “Hi.”

She continued to look at the open cavity of the body before finally looking back up at the man who still continued to hold the lung. “We’re looking for JB.”

“And who are you?” The man deadpanned, obviously annoyed at your sudden presence.

“The front desk told us we could find him down here.” Stefani looked a little hopeful. “Is that you?”

“That would be me.” 

A different voice sounded from the other side of the room causing a chill to run up your spine.

You turned your head but saw nothing. Not until Stefani started walking, leading your group behind a wall where a man at a desk with his back to you was sitting.

When the man turned, taking his glasses off, you really saw him. A very attractive older man wearing a blue button up, black tie, black slacks and suspenders. His face may have looked a little sunken in, his beard and mustache gray and no hair on his head, but his eyes are what captured you. They shined with recognition as they tracked from one person to the next.

And then he spoke again.

“William John Bludworth. But my friends call me JB.”

Just like his looks, JB’s voice - especially now that you were closer - was smooth like silk.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Stefani.” His head cocks a little, “Charlie. Darlene. But no Howard. No Julia.”

He leaned forward in his chair, dark eyes stopping at you, eyebrow quirking in a question. “And you I don’t know.”

You press your lips in a thin line and wave awkwardly, suddenly a little flushed with his full attention. “I I’m Erik’s girlfriend. I’m here to try and help.”

JB hums low.

“So,” he starts again, “which one of you is next?”

Everyone slowly pointed towards Bobby as he offered a wave and a small ‘hi’ of his own.

“I was sorry to hear about Iris.” JB turned in his seat, a frown on his face. “She was a special woman.”

“How did you know her?” Stefani spoke.

“She saved my life.” Was JB’s answer.

“When?” Now Darlene.

JB picked up a toy train, rotating it into the light, the faded colors and chipped edges becoming clear that it was a special item. “At the Sky View.”

He stares off into space, as if he was reliving the moment in real time, telling you all about how his mother brought him to work with her, that he wasn’t supposed to be at the Sky View but only to die.

How Iris came rushing onto the stage, shouting for everyone to get off the dance floor, that the glass was going to break. How Iris had looked at him when security was pulling her away.

“You were the last to die,” Stefani breathed, “you’re the little boy.”

“Correct.”

“So all this time she wasn’t… She wasn’t just protecting our family,” Stefani turned to look back at you all and then back to JB, “she was protecting you, too.”

Jb went on to tell you how he and Iris became friends. That she had tracked him down and showed him the truth of death’s design, how he helped her fortify her cabin in the woods, how he helped her get medical care for her cancer despite her fear of leaving said cabin.

You slip your hand into Erik’s, squeezing it tight and try to take in all the information that was coming at you all at once. It honestly was making your head spin and the thought of your dream last night slipping into your mind, constantly being on edge since the moment you stepped into the building.

“Iris said that you found somebody who stopped death and survived.”

“Yes.”

Bobby quickly stepped forward, eager to learn how to survive this seemingly unbeatable force. “And how do we do that?”

“There are only two ways…” 

You place a hand on Bobby’s shoulder for support.

“By killing or by dying. If you take a life, you get the time the person had left.”

Your grip tightens on both of the boys, fingers pressing in as the sick shock passes over you. Bobby? Kill someone?! No way he could do something like that.

“What?! No!” Bobby panicked. “I I I’m not going to kill someone!”

“Maybe we should let the guy finish.”

You glare at Erik and shove him with your shoulder. “Erik!”

JB just continued on as if this was a reaction he was used to seeing, telling about a woman named Kimberly Corman who, when death came for her, she died. But after she flatlined her doctor brought her back and that it broke the chain.

Erik had agreed to try but Stefani wanted to know why Iris tried to do that.

According to JB, it was a risky gamble.

“And if you fuck with death and lose, things can get very messy.”

Despite all of your pleas for help, JB just said that he was done. He was tired of giving advice to people and now that he was close to death, either from his disease or death itself, he was planning on enjoying the last bit of his life left.

He grabbed a box of his things and headed towards the exit, looking back at you, a sad smile stretched across his lips.

“Life is precious. Enjoy every single second. You never know when.”

And with a final ‘good luck’, William Bludworth turned and left, a haunting whistle following him.

When the door shut everything felt way too final. Way too real. You turned around to see Bobby leaning against a counter, his knuckles and face turning white.

“Bobby..” You rush to him.

His eyes were glassy with unshed tears and terror. He didn’t even react when you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

Stefani was in denial, frantically looking through all the papers and binders on the desk, determined that one of them held the key, but her incoherent babbling didn’t even register to you.

All you could focus on was the way Bobby trembled in your arms.

“Stef,” Erik’s voice rose, “he gave us an answer. Bobby’s got to die.”

“Erik!” Charlie cried.

“We are NOT killing Bobby.” You glare, daring your boyfriend to take even a step in your direction.

“Am I the only guy that just listened to that dude?” Erik huffed and pointed at the door. “There’s only one way. We kill Bobby, we resuscitate him, and then, boom, you’re all off death’s list. Congratulations."

“There has to be something else we can do, right?” As much as you didn’t want to release Bobby you needed to help find something else - ANYTHING else - to save him. You cross over to Stefani and start looking through the papers as well, eyes scanning nothing but medical mumbo jumbo. “I mean there HAS to be another solution.”

While you continued to look and look, Stefani slowly backed away from the table.

“No. No, t there is nothing else we can do, okay?”

“No! I am not taking that for an answer! Keep fucking looking.”

You move onto a binder, opening it up to see diagrams. Nothing that was helping you. You curse and toss the binder back down on the desk.

The others continued to talk behind you, a mix of fleeting home and quiet recognition, but you couldn’t understand them with the buzzing in your head.

You move on to the computer, clicking around from file to file and finding nothing in there as well.

“Fuck!” You yell.

“Uhh,” Charlie sounded behind you, causing you to finally look away from the mess in front of you, “Erik and Bobby are gone.”

You whip your head around to find that he was right.

No no no! You thought as you took off out of the morgue, looking left and right, but they weren’t there. It was starting to feel a lot like your dream last night.

Hallways that seemingly stretch on for miles. The panic that rises in your throat as you run.

Finally, as you rounded a corner you see Erik looking around. You book down the hallway towards him, not caring about the looks you were getting from the people you nearly ran over.

“Erik!” You crash into him, just about toppling him over, but thankfully he was a little stronger than people usually give him credit for. “Where is Bobby!?”

“Woah! Woah! No worries! Bobby is fine and we are going to fix everything.”

You shake your head. “No. No Erik you don’t understand.”

“Listen babe,” Erik looked around once more, seemingly spotting what he was looking for, “I don’t have time right now. Bobby and I are going to-”

“You are going to kill him and bring him back.”

Erik looked at you, shock and a smile on his face.

“Yes. Now I need that wheelchair to-”

“No you can’t!” You interrupt him again, gripping on to him when he tries to walk away from you. “Erik, it's my dream! Remember? You and Bobby die in a hospital. If you do this, YOU will die too.”

Erik knew where you were coming from and the fear you had, but there was no way he was just going to sit by and do absolutely nothing. Not when his brother’s life, not to mention his entire family's life, was on the line.

You sigh in frustration, once again knowing you couldn’t talk him out of doing something stupid but knowing you could at least help him.

“Look,” you level at him, “I know how to avoid this. I know how this goes down. Just let me help you. Where is Bobby?”

“MRI room, down the hall in front of the vending machine.”

You smile and press your lips to his in a sweet kiss before rushing down the hall in the direction of the MRI room. Inside was Bobby holding a snack in his hand, the fun wrapping you recognized as a peanut butter cup.

“Y/n?” He was surprised to see you, but you wasted no time, especially since you see the lights of the MRI machine are already on. You rush over to the controls, seeing that the power was increasing by the second.

‘How do you turn this off?!’ You take the clipboard off the keyboard and look around for maybe an off switch. After a few moments you just started to unplug any power source you could see, hoping that if you shut down the computers it would shut down the machine. 

When it didn’t seem to stop the whirring you could hear from the other room, you rush back and start searching around the machine just as Erik comes back in with a wheelchair.

“What is she doing?” Bobby looked at his brother. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know what she’s doing, but she’s here to help. Now here, sit down.”

You could hear Erik and Bobby arguing when you finally spot the power source to the MRI machine. Relief washes over you and you grip the plug, giving it a harsh tug.

And it doesn’t come out.

“Oh the fuck you are not.” You grumble as you try again and again and again until finally it comes out of the socket and the whirring sound comes to a sudden stop.

You cheer, finally believing this could actually work.

When you come from behind the machine Erik is bent over talking to a very scared Bobby.

“I’m not going to take care of Paco because you are going to be okay.” Erik looked over to you, reaching out his hand. “You, me, and Y/n are going to fix this for everyone right now.”

You take Bobby’s EpiPen from him and slip it into your back pocket before you lace your fingers with him, a smile on your face when you look down at Bobby. The fear and complete trust battle on his features, but he seemed to relax a little when you thread your other hand through his hair.

“We aren’t going to let you die. I promise.”

“Technically, we are going to let you die, but then we will bring you back.”

Bobby groaned. “Dude, that’s not funny.”

“I’m just fucking with you.” Erik snickers.

“So not cool Erik.” You say and bump him with your hip. “Come on Bobby, you got this.”

After a bit of hesitation, Bobby starts unwrapping the treat in his shaking hands. He looks at the chocolate covered death in his hands, obviously stalling, but after he looked at you and Erik he took a bite.

You stare at him, looking for any signs of an allergic reaction, but there was…. Nothing.

“Oh my god.” Bobby borderline moaned. “That’s really good.”

“It’s very good, I know.” Erik huffed. “So, what, other than good, what are you feeling?”

Bobby looked wide eyed from the candy in his hands to you and Erik, shrugging his shoulders.

“Nothing.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. What, are you telling me you aren’t allergic anymore?”

“I don’t know, man. Maybe I grew out of it.”

“Grew out of it?! Fuck!” Erik turned away, running his hands through his hair.

“It may just take a minute, Erik.” You tried to comfort him, but he wasn’t listening, explaining that he didn’t have a plan B in place.

You continue to try and get Erik to calm down, but the sound of struggling breath caught your attention. Turning, you see Bobby starting to gasp, his throat starting to close. The pure panic in his eyes tore your heart in two.

“Bobby!” Erik rushed to his side, “Hey hey, you’re doing it!”

Bobby looked at you, knowing you hold his EpiPen now, and lunged out of the wheelchair. You shout and move to dodge, just barely making it.

“Bobby! No!” Erik was quick to put himself between you and his dying brother. “She can’t give you that!”

With what little energy Bobby had left he turned and tried again, only to fall down to the ground gasping, his eyes and mouth starting to swell. You pass the EpiPen to Erik before rushing to Bobby, holding him tightly as he struggles to breathe.

Tears fall freely from your eyes. You rock Bobby back and forth, running your fingers through his hair and whispering encouragement.

“You are so brave, Bobby.”

Erik was stunned by the amount of compassion you had even in a moment like this. Rocking his brother, who was quite literally dying in your arms, trying to bring him some form of comfort.

He set down Bobby’s EpiPen on the ground, far away, though he was sure Bobby didn’t have the strength to crawl after it, and went over to the two of you.

You look up at Erik, tears staining your face. “I’m so scared.”

“Me too.” He whispers, crouching down to look at Bobby. His breathing was slowing and Erik knew that soon he was going to die. With one last look, he turned his attention to you.

And spoke from his heart.

“Marry me.”

“What?!” You stare at Erik like he had grown two heads. “This is so not the time for that, Erik!”

“I love you, Y/n. And seeing you now, taking care of my brother and my family, I can’t help it.”

“You have got some shit timing you know that?” You chuckle, feeling a little morbid having a laugh while your friend lay dying in your arms.

It takes almost 5 minutes for Bobby’s excruciating sounds to stop, then you wait another 2 before checking his pulse and not finding one.

When Erik gets your confirmation, he helps you haul Bobby’s limp body into the wheelchair and you watch as he runs down the hall to the ER, yelling for help.

Hours later you sit in the waiting room of the ER with Stefani, Charlie, and Darlene. Erik still hadn’t come back yet.

“I can’t believe you did that.” Darlene went into full parent mode on you even though she wasn’t your mom. Stefani didn’t help either with her glaring. Charlie was just scared.

You tap your foot, the nerves start to eat at you, when a door bursts open and Erik comes running in, a big stupid smile on his face.

“We did it!” He runs straight for you, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around, planting a big fat kiss on your lips.

The noise was a lot, but you didn’t care as Erik lowered you and told you that Bobby did die, total flatline, a little scared because they didn’t know if they could bring him back, but they did.

Bobby would make a complete recovery after being monitored.

You couldn’t even contain your joy as you kissed Erik, your arms wrapping around his neck tightly. The feel of him pressed against you, the beating of his still alive heart. All of it just made you so unbelievably happy.

Erik breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“Got that right.” You hum, leaning forward to peck his lips again.

“So now that we are the heroes of the Campbell family,” Erik wiggles his eyebrows, grin spreading from ear to ear, “what do you say about marrying me?”

You laugh, soft and comfortable as you nod.

[lupusaur]

your last fic had my climb the walls, i’m thinking shepherds dog! bob, shepherd! john, and ofc lamb! reader

i hear u sister and while i should be doing these 4 assignments due tonight #collegeprocrastinators im a whore for sentryagent !!

I didn't know if u meant Shepherd!John with Shepherd Dog!Bob or Shepherd Dog!Bob and Shepherd Dog!John so instead of asking u im showing my appreciation for ur art by doing both

Shepherd!John and Shepherd Dog!Bob w Lamb!reader

I'd like to think that with this pairing, John gets you later down the line for Bob. While the mutt is horny and he takes care of him, it's more to help ease Bob into herding animals. You're just a test run to see if Bob can do a job without humping John's leg.

So when he checks on him and sees the dog rutting into your pussy instead of helping you adjust to your new life, he isn't shocked. Just surprised that he's insatiable to the point that he found someone who won't make him wait until the day is over. John was told your kind wasn't the smartest, but was smart enough to help take care of your animal counterpart, so did you think Bob was a weird-looking sheep hybrid or did the horny mutt force himself onto you?

And when he walks up to the two of you, the first thing Bob does is apologize but his thrusts aren't slowing down in the slightest. “After ‘m done giving her my knot, I'll knot you later..promise! I'll be good, its just this pussy was taunting me. Had to show her who's in charge. Have to knot her. I can't— my job includes putting her in line right? I'm doing a good job right? Putting this pussy in line…you'll reward me lots right?” The dog was drooling at this point while you hadn't even noticed John until he tapped your cheek to check if you were still conscious.

“Master…? Master! S–Sorry for zoning— ah! Zoning out…please don't punish me I'll stay focused this time! Just no more biting please..!” Indeed, there were bite marks on your neck, shoulders, and even your arms. Bruised and bloodied. Bob must've reprimanded you when you fell unconscious, as he was usually on the receiving end of punishment when he slacked off, and thought you were slacking off and not being fucked silly to the point of passing out.

What a mess. John would've gotten another dog hybrid but Bob gets whiny and possessive at the mention of one, even if it's to help him do less work. And now if he brought it up, with you in the picture, he'd be lucky if the hybrid wasn't killed. Maybe he'll get two and pair them together so Bob can have both his cakes and eat them. For now, he reached between the two of you and gripped Bob's knot, applying pressure to stimulate and prevent him from knotting you.

Letting out a noise between a whine and a sob, he tried to push his knot past the hand into your warm pussy, desperate to tie the two of you together and prevent his seed from being wasted. “What— Why? I have to knot her! She needs it, look how badly she's squeezing me! So close please don't make me cum like this please don't—!” It only took a single finger in his ass to send him over the edge. Bob was crying now but it didn't stop him from licking all over your face and into your mouth, still attempting to push himself deeper into you like John's hand would magically let go. Instead, he was yanked away by his tail.

“Thanks to someone we're gonna be behind on schedule. Hope it was worth it, cause now you're on a ban until you do yer job properly, Bobby.” The pathetic shepherd dog watched as he picked you up, following him and begging for another chance. “Pleasepleaseplease I promise I'll finish quicker next time! Please don't be mad I'll make it up to you John just please let me knot you both I'll die if I can't!”

What a dramatic whiner. John wonders how such a strong and dangerous dog can be such a loser. It's a shame, but at least now John can fuck you in front of the mutt to rub salt on the wound.

Shepherd Dogs John and Bob w/ Lamb!reader

For this, I imagine that both John and Bob work under the shepherd lesbians Ava and Yelena(☝️🤓) or an unnamed shepherd who doesn't care what the two do as long as they do their job.

Surprisingly, the two are very good at it because John keeps Bob focused and they also explore each other's body during their ruts or when one gets horny (mainly Bob the Insatiable) and both of them usually have good recovery due to their enhancements, so there's no worry when it comes to wasting time or being slow.

Then enter you. Brought in as a gift from a friend when they heard that having a hybrid could help with communication for things the dogs couldn't pick up. John was offended that some idiot with wool in their brain could pick up something he couldn't, and Bob was happy to have another hybrid friend on the team that isn't John. It isn't until they see you look up at them with an innocent smile during introductions that something in them changes.

The size difference is obvious but it's how you're so vulnerable and a bit of an idiot that it tempts them to make a move on you. John shamelessly grabs your ass and rubs your pussy but you don't get mad and call him a pervert, you just tell him that you aren't a dog and that Bob is over there. “You're so silly, I'm a lamb!” And Bob, the certified humper he is, always pulls you close to him and ruts against any part of you he can. “H–Hey, I'm a lamb! John's over there!” It's cute how you think they're the ones who are dumb, but they'll play along until they both need to feel a release.

When that happens, you aren't saying “I'm not a dog” but rather “I don't want to get in trouble for slacking off”.

They both have their mouths on your pussy, licking up your juices and each other's spit until they deem you ready. But then they fight over who can have your pussy first. “Obviously me, I'm the one keeping everyone on schedule.” “But— I'm doing better! I deserve a reward for my efforts, and this pussy wants to congratulate me too...” It came to a point where you were able to get enough strength to (try to) push them away that John got an idea.

“Then we'll both do it. That pussy can fit us both, we can work on getting our knots in her down the line.”

Shaking your head, any reasonings and attempts to stop the dogs from both fitting their cocks into your pussy was ignored. Bob only shushed you, reassuring that “this pretty pussy is begging for us both, you don't wanna deny her right?” and kissing you to get your mind off of it. By the time they both were nestled into your heat, your brain was mush. Unable to properly form a sentence and speak coherently, but they knew what you wanted. Or rather, what you needed. While they couldn't fit both their knots into you yet, they were content at how tightly you squeezed them which only fueled into thoughts of how it'd feel if they did fit their knots.

It had to happen soon.

But after painting your body in bites and bruises, licking your face, and drooling into your mouth, they were satisfied. This new arrangement would be permanent, as they were more efficient in their tasks afterward since it meant having more time to stretch you so the day you would take both their knots at the same time would come soon.

[obsidianimagines]

Stay

After he and his brothers track down and kill the men who murdered their mother, Jack returns home to find you waiting in his room, and he doesn't want you to leave.

Jack Mercer x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of death/murder/trauma, a little homophobia (Bobby refers to reader as Jack's beard), smidge of angst, comfort/fluff 🥺, cursing, a little mention of sex so MINORS DNI

Notes: This is my first try at a Jack imagine. Hope you like it ☺️ and please ignore how bad I am at titles

Jack's childhood bedroom looked about as you'd expected.

An electric guitar and amp. A stereo with a collection of rock cd's. Band and car posters plastered on the wall. And, of course, a stack of VHS tapes that you probably didn't want to inspect too closely—he'd been a teenage boy the last time he lived there, after all.

You eventually grew tired of looking around and propped his pillow up so you could sit back against his headboard. His bed was a lot more comfortable than the one in the crappy hotel you'd been sleeping in, mostly because it was Jack's, and that meant safety. It meant home.

It was already pretty late when you first arrived at the Mercer home, so you were having a hard time staying awake to greet your boyfriend. Maybe you should've just waited until the morning, but something told you that you might be needed. That was why you'd driven to Detroit with him in the first place instead of making him go on his own. To be there for him during such a devastating time.

You yawned and decided to rest your eyes for just a few minutes, not hearing the sound of the front door, or Bobby speaking a little too loudly as three of the Mercers entered.

"Seriously, Jackie. How much are you paying her?"

"I'm not paying her anything, Bobby." Like always, his brother was just trying to get under his skin. Sometimes, it really fucking bothered him, but after seeing your car parked out front, he just wanted to find you.

He didn't see you in the living room, and just as he realized where you likely were, Sofi came down the stairs and confirmed it. "She's waiting in your room."

"Thanks." Jack took the steps two at a time, passing Sofi as she eagerly went to meet Angel at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey, she better not think she's staying here! We don't need another La Vida Loca!" Bobby called after Jack, which he ignored, chuckling as Sofi started cursing at the oldest Mercer in Spanish.

Jack opened his bedroom door, cracking a small smile the instant he noticed you dozing off on his bed. He'd had half a mind to have Jerry drop him off at your hotel, but it was late enough that he assumed you were already sound asleep. Now that he knew you weren't even there, he was glad he hadn't gone anyway because he wouldn't have heard the end of it from Bobby.

Your eyes fluttered open as Jack slipped off his leather jacket, tossing it on the chair while kicking off his boots. "Hi," you greeted with a relieved smile.

"Hey, gorgeous," he replied as he climbed into the bed with you.

Even though you'd only been together for about two and a half years, you could read Jack very well. It was clear when he was upset or thinking of painful things, showing right there in his eyes. At that moment, you saw not just the sadness and grief of the last several days, but something else that disturbed him.

You shimmied down the bed a bit and opened your arms, allowing him to practically lay on top of you and rest his head on your chest. "What happened, baby?" You gently embraced him, resting a hand at the nape of his neck.

Jack took a moment to relax in your arms, letting out a sigh as you began to run your fingers through his hair. It had taken some time and a lot of built trust for him to be fully comfortable with that kind of intimacy, and once that happened, he could never get enough. After everything that happened that day, he really fucking needed it.

"I–" He sniffled, blinking back the tears that stung at his eyes. "I saw the security footage. I saw my mom..."

"Oh..." Your heart clenched as you realized what he meant. "I'm so sorry you had to see that, Jack."

"We found the guys that killed her," he said quietly, his fingers toying with the fabric of your shirt. "Angel and Bobby took care of it, but I...I couldn't handle it. I'd never watched anyone die like that." Jack had done some dumbass shit as a kid, but he'd never gotten into some of the more extreme things his brothers—particularly Bobby—did. Not until his mom was taken from him.

The fact that he and his brothers had found and killed their mom's murderers was not a surprise to you. Jack already told you that was the plan, and he'd shared enough about his brothers in the past for you to know he wasn't just talking. While killing was wrong, you had nothing against them getting revenge for Evelyn as long as Jack still came home to you in the end.

"But it's done now, right? You don't have to see that again."

"Nah, it's not over yet. Someone hired them to kill her."

Your hand stopped moving. "What?" Random robbery to contract killing? A pit formed in your stomach at the thought of him getting mixed up with something like that. "Who would want to kill your mom? She was amazing." You'd only ever talked to Evelyn on the phone, but between the lovely conversations and everything Jack ever told you about her, you knew she was a special woman.

"We don't know yet. I'll have to stay a couple more days..." Though it was important to find the truth and get justice, part of him really just wanted to be back home in your little shared apartment. He wanted things to be back to normal—as normal as they could be without Evelyn Mercer in the world.

"I'll add a few days to my hotel," you said as your fingers resumed playing with his hair. The idea of an extended stay didn't bother you at all. You knew he wasn't leaving Detroit until his mom was avenged.

"You should check out and stay here with me." He looked up at you with those soft blue eyes, and you already knew you'd be doing just that with very little convincing. Jack was hard to resist. "I miss you."

"It's not like I'm back in New York." Even though you laughed, you understood exactly what he meant. The cold Michigan nights really made you appreciate sleeping with him. "I miss you, too, but I don't want to intrude on you and your family."

"You're not intruding. You're my family, too," he assured you with a smile, which you returned as you stroked his cheek. "Besides, Angel's busy with Sofi, and Bobby's gonna be annoyed by someone or something no matter what."

You'd only met his oldest brother very briefly, but based on Jack's warnings and Sofi's rant about him when she let you in the house, you didn't doubt that he was a prickly as they come.

Jack watched expectantly, hoping he wouldn't have to spend another night alone. He had a hard time getting rest without you already, but it got worse after finding out his mom died. And he couldn't help the worry that whoever he and his brothers were after could end up targeting those close to them. That you could be hurt or killed just for being in town and being his girl. You'd probably be safer at the Mercer home.

"Okay, I'll check out in the morning."

He let out the breath he'd been holding and moved up your body to place a kiss on your lips. As he pulled back, you gazed up at him with the sweetest eyes he'd ever seen, and he thought for the millionth time how lucky he was to meet you. That you'd happened to end up at one of his shows three years ago was nothing short of a fucking miracle. "I love you."

"Love you, too," you said back without hesitation.

Underneath the rock and roll look, Jack was soft and sweet. You had seen tiny hints of it when you first talked outside of the bar his band had just played in, and he slowly let you in to see the rest. He respected and cared for you in a way that no other guy ever had, he made you feel safe and loved. Knowing you did the same for him after everything he'd been through meant the world.

When he laid back down beside you and pulled the blanket up over your bodies, you quickly turned on your side and snuggled right up to him.

Jack kissed the top of your head and slowly rubbed his hand up and down your back, and that was the last thing you remembered before finally drifting off.

Waking up was not quite as peaceful as falling asleep had been. A loud banging on the door shocked you both awake just in time to hear, "Rise and shine, Princess! We got shit to do today!"

Jack groaned and buried his face in your chest again. Even with Bobby's interruption, he really didn't want to move. After all, that was his second favorite spot to put his face. You were just about as eager to get up as he was, realizing just how much you'd needed this the last few days.

"What a charming wake up call," you said with a laugh, your voice rough from sleep. Considering how he'd referred to you as Jack's beard the first time you met, and at their own mother's funeral no less, a lack of tact seemed to be Bobby's thing.

"You get used to it," he mumbled into your t-shirt. "Unless you changed your mind about staying..."

"Nope." You reluctantly threw the blanket off and untangled yourself from him, taking a glance at your watch. "We've got plenty of time for breakfast, but I do need to be at the hotel by 9:30 to get my things."

Once you stretched and finally got out of bed, Jack sat up and scrubbed his hand over his face, his hair sticking up even more than usual. You went over to his jacket to fish his zippo and the pack of cigarettes out of the pocket and toss them over to him.

"Thanks," Jack said before placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it up. He took a drag and watched amused as you slipped your shoes on and fixed yourself up a bit because, unlike him, you had a problem with looking like you'd just rolled out of bed.

Satisfied, you leaned down and tenderly cupped his jaw so you could press a kiss to his forehead. "See you downstairs, baby."

Jack's cheeks heated up at the sweet affection, and he blew out a cloud of smoke as you walked away with a sway of your hips.

Yeah, he was lucky as hell.

[sturnspup]

⭒permanent price.¹

sum. sam has to deal with the loss of you; and grieving is never easy.

cw. angst . mention of reader's death . est. relationship . s7 leviathan arc but mixed with the bunker era? ignore it .

lock the door, but what for?

no one to walk in on me anymore

sam sobbed as quietly as he could as the flames burned in front of him. you were gone. really gone this time.

you had practically forced him to promise not to bring you back. and god, did he want to break it so bad. but he reminded himself of how you felt, what you said.

“we've died and come back multiple times over the years, and i'm tired, sam. i'm tired of this—this lifestyle. i wanna grow old with you. safely. i don't wanna have to worry about what creature or biblical figure is gonna come at us every second. i just wanna be with you, sammy. but if it comes to it again; don't do it. don't bring me back. i know it'll be hard, but you gotta let me go, okay? please just let me go.”

he shuddered under the warmth emmitting from the fire. the flickering orange glow illuminated him, reflecting off his tears. he was completely heartbroken. he had held you as the lights faded from your eyes, weakly babbling about your dream life and how in love with him you were.

were.

that word tastes sour. it reads disgustingly.

you shouldn't have to be described with that awful word. all it does is remind him that you're gone. how he won't get to wake up and sleep next to you anymore. won't get to make a separate pot of coffee just so its the way you like it, and pour it into your favorite mug that he got you before you started dating. he won't get to hear you laugh, see you smile, flinch when you scold him, hold you when you cry, take care of you when you're sick. nothing.

he had to bring you back to the bunker. he had to explain to everyone what happened, what killed you. those stupid fucking leviathans. they didn't deserve to take you from him. truly, nothing did. but they did anyway. because that's what god wanted, i guess.

his love life has been doomed since jess—maybe even before that. so you meeting a tragic end wasn't completely out of the question, but not exactly a no-brainer, either. he had told you about jess, as you two had met a few years shy of her death. and you had expected something to happen to you after lucifer admitted to having demons watch over sam all his life.

but expecting doesn't prepare you for when it happens.

sam had a gut feeling that it was a bad idea for you to sneak and spy on some of the leviathans. like he just knew something was going to go wrong for the two of you.

“i just don't think you should go alone, that's all,” he tried to reason as simply as he could, not wanting to say why he really thought you shouldn't go.

“i'll be okay, sam, i've done this shit before,” you responded, lightly punching his shoulder.

he scoffed, his lips twitching into smile, but it didn't meet his eyes. the expression fell from him quickly, and you could tell. you just knew his real reason. just by looking at him.

“hey,” you spoke softly. you turned in your seat as much as the confined space of the car would allow you to, resting a hand on his arm. “i'll be okay, you don't gotta worry about that. i can handle them. bobby taught us how to kill 'em, remember? sure, it'll be tough, but i can do it. you know i can.”

he struggled to meet your gaze, his head turning in minuscule snaps. “yeah, yeah, i know.” he let out a hesitant breath before moving his body to face yours, placing his hand over yours and wrapping his fingers around it. “i'm just scared. scared that you could get hurt, or- or worse, you know?”

“i know, honey, i know,” you soothed. “but if we're gonna get closer to taking down bitch roman, you gotta let me do this, please.” you pleaded, scrunching your brows as he laughed.

“what? what did i say? why are you laughing?” you pouted before letting out a laugh. “bitch roman?” he cackled, “his name's dick, baby.” he grinned at you, clutching his chest. “dick, bitch, same thing.” you rolled your eyes playfully.

to think that was the last time he'd ever hear you laugh. and it was because you were making fun of—yeah, bitch roman.

and now here he was, giving you a proper hunter's funeral. just like you'd always wanted. you were raised into hunting like him and dean, having this whole ordeal programmed into your head since day one. even when you'd talk to him about your dream future, you'd always go out like this. buried as a hunter.

when the whole ceremony was done, he told everyone to head to bed, to let him take care of you. just one last time.

he dismantled what he needed to, to get your covered bones and whatever was left of you off the pyre. he carried you over to a hole he had previously dug, right next to the garden you had started last year. he placed you inside gently, tears free falling, cascading, down his face. he blinked rapidly at an attempt of clearing his vision. he wanted to get everything right for you. you were the best, and you deserved as such.

his nose was red and runny, sniffles sounding out left and right. most of your things were burned already, except a few items to keep your memory by. he placed a broken charm bracelet—from one of your anniversaries—onto the charred bones of your chest. it had been ruined during your final fight, and it was quickly found by sam before he even got to you.

his chest burned and ached. all over broken and choked sobs. he was shaking at every turn of his body, and push of his shovel into the nearby pile of dirt. he never would've thought he'd have to salt, burn, and bury you one day—let alone find and hold you as you exhaled your last few breaths. hell, he was there. he was just twenty feet away. sitting. waiting, in that damn car where you kissed and hugged him normally for the last time.

sometimes he can still taste your blood in his mouth. you insisted on feeling his lips on yours as you let go. and he felt it. he felt that last sigh ghost his lips; his trembling and begging, and yours falling flat and cold. when he pulled away, he saw that you had closed your eyes, a courtesy that was your last thought. you closed your own eyes to save him from looking into them. from shattering him further.

you were caring and thoughtful to the very end.

an end that should've never came. not now, at least. you should be here. the two of you were supposed to get out. be normal, happy. sam had helped you build those two rocking chairs for when you'd get old. it was a task you brought up to him unexpectedly, but he was glad to do it with you, especially with the considered future of it all.

but now?

now the chairs sat in the bunker's storage.

not forgotten, but preserved.

preserved with your left over belongings that he begged and fought to keep. because he was preserving you. he'll let go, you know he will. but you also know it'll be years until then.

and all you can do is watch. watch him grieve. watch him cry. watch him yell. watch him fight. all due to his love for you.

the words that you say are the price that i pay

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[logansdoll]

pep talk

part two of "contingency"

CW: fluffy fluff, suggestive, profanity, takes place after X2 (Jean survives), the girls are so kind to you, you have to adjust to modern life, angst if you squint, etc.

"No way!" you exclaimed, eyes wide as you grabbed the remote, completely taken aback as you flicked through station after station.

Rogue nodded, grabbing another wildflower growing out your palm and tucking it in your hair, slightly amused by your surprise.

"You guys have so many channels! How is that possible?"

"Science," Kitty shrugged. "We have a whole bunch of new technology now."

"Wait 'til we show you what a flip-phone is..." Jubilee smirked, tossing some popcorn into her mouth.

"A flip-phone?" you asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

"That's somethin' we can tackle t'morrow," Rogue assured, carefully placing another peony in another section.

After being rescued from Alkali Lake, and getting a quick check-up from Jean, the students were more than eager to welcome you into the mansion.

And because of your obvious gap in knowledge in anything after 1988, the older girls took it upon themselves to educate you.

Of course, Ororo made sure you had at least a week to get your bearings about yourself before releasing the hounds.

"Wait, so Tom Selleck doesn't count as hot now? And Stallone isn't in all the action movies anymore?" you asked, skimming through some of the magazines Jubilee managed to grab out her closet.

"Who?" Kitty raised a brow.

"Eighties hunks," Jubilee clarified before turning to you. "And they've moved aside to make way for the hotties of the 21st century. Like Johnny Depp."

"Please," Rogue scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Johnny Depp is not hot."

"Tell that to People," Kitty grinned, holding up a tabloid that read SEXIEST MAN ALIVE in bold letters right above Depp's head-shot.

"He's not too bad," you nodded, getting a good look at his face.

'He's got nothing on Jimmy...'

"See," Jubilee smirked, crossing her arms in triumph. "If he's not a modern-day knock-out then who is?"

"Brad Pitt," Rogue answered, matter-of-factly.

"I knew you were gonna say that!"

"You watched Fight Club with Bobby, didn't you?" Kitty teased.

"Shut up!"

"Fight Club?" you turned to Kitty for explanation.

"It's a movie about guys fighting each other and trying to bring down capitalist society."

"And Brad Pitt getting all shirtless and sweaty," Jubilee cheekily whispered, earning a pillow to the face. "Hey!"

"There," Rogue smiled, placing the finishing touch before giving your shoulder a soft pat. "All done."

Carefully, you stood up, walking over to the full length mirror near the closet and smiling brightly at what you saw.

Your hair was adorned with all different flavors of bloom, the vibrant colors only enhancing your natural beauty.

"I love it," you smiled, marveling her even placement.

"Ugh. I'd kill Kitty to look like that," Jubilee slumped, resting her cheek in her palm.

"Sitting right here, dude," Kitty sighed.

"I can do you next, if you like," Rogue offered.

"Here," you nodded, sprouting a bouquet of wildflowers out one of their potted plants before sliding on your slippers. "You girls can keep going. I think I'm gonna go on a walk."

"Cool," Jubilee nodded, watching you make your way to the door. "If we don't see you again then good night~"

You paid the odd inflection no mind, waving goodbye before taking your leave, shutting the door behind yourself.

And once the coast was clear, Jubilee smirked, turning to the others with a knowing look.

"I think we all know who she's going to go see, right?"

"Oh, totally."

"Absolutely."

So preoccupied with Jubilee, you failed to remember just how drafty the mansion got at night, cursing yourself for forgetting your sweater in the room.

"I hate the cold..." you grumbled, hugging yourself tight.

Walking through the hall, you could hear the rustling of students on the other sides of the doors.

Some were debriefing about the events of the day, some were sleeping.

Others talking about the Alkali Lake incident.

Your face fell at the reminder.

James had told you countless times that what happened wasn't your fault, but you couldn't shake the feeling of guilt.

When you were cornered by Stryker's mutant-hunting task force, you thought you could fight them back, but you couldn't even take down one.

Granted, they were highly trained professionals, and you'd never used your mutation to fight before...

But that was no excuse.

What did that leave you as?

A) A helpless damsel, who needed her prince to bail her out of a pinch?

Or B) A stupid girl who let herself get put on ice because she wasn't strong enough to fight back?

C) All of the above.

"Whoa. You think any harder and you'll have steam comin' outta your ears," Logan noted, somehow in front of you.

"Shit!" you exclaimed, eyes wide as you instinct took over, punching something that felt like a brick wall.

'Where did he come from?!'

He grunted, holding his side, "You hit... hard."

"Fuck, I'm sorry," you winced, guiltily, as you moved closer to inspect it, carefully moving his hand. "It was just so dark and you scared the hell outta me."

You lifted his tank top, trying your best to check for a forming bruise in the dim light.

But there was nothing there, his healing factor kicking in much faster than you expected.

"Was thinking of about telling you a joke about how much you take my breath away, but I think you're a little preoccupied at the moment," he looked down at you, a grin spreading across his lips at your staring.

You scoffed, cheeks burning as you pulled his shirt down.

"Couldn't sleep?" you asked, quickly switching the subject, tightening your arms around yourself.

Logan smiled, your words fading into the background as he took the time to get a good look at you.

And fuck... a look you where.

You exchanged your low-rise jeans and long-sleeve (courtesy of Ororo) for a tank top and shorts, your curves now on display quite nicely.

"Nope," he shook his head, somehow making the motion sexy. "You?"

You sighed, commending yourself for making it this far—you were this close to pouncing on him.

"I just need some air, so I'm going on a walk. And speaking of..." you continued on, stepping around the large man to continue your stroll.

It caught him by surprise, but he quickly turned around, catching up to and getting in front of you.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey," he halted, brows furrowed in concern. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm fine," you assured, poorly. "Just trying to get past."

"Nuh uh. Don't do that," he shook his head. "Don't downplay this. Somethin's wrong. I can see it all over your face."

'Shit.'

You let out a heavy sigh, your shoulders slumping at being caught.

"I can't stand you, y'know that?"

"Start talking."

"Have I ever told you how good you look in blue jeans?"

"(y/n)."

"Alright."

You exhaled, steeling your nerves in case things went awry.

"Look... Jimmy..." you started, choppily, taking his hand in yours. "Fifteen years is a long time... too long for some people."

You cursed yourself as you could already feel a lump forming in your throat.

You hadn't even started yet.

"To me, it feels like yesterday we were at our place in the Rockies, making dinner together and talking about our day, renting shitty movies and falling asleep on the couch together."

The memories flowed over you like a calm tide, a smile stretching onto your lips as you recalled pretending to fall asleep so he'd carry you to bed.

But it wasn't long before those waters dried up, leaving nothing but cracked, jagged sand underneath.

"But to you, it was a lifetime ago. And a person can... move on... given the right conditions."

"What're you saying?" he asked, firmly.

"I'm saying that it's okay if you've moved on from me, James," you blurted, your voice having a slight crack.

It hurt even more to say it out loud.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, even more confused, as his hands came around to hold you.

"You've spent the better half of fifteen years unaware that I even existed. And now that I've popped back into your life, I don't want you to feel obligated to love me because of something that happened in the past... I couldn't do that to you. Especially if you have feelings for someone else."

"And who else could I possibly I have feelings for?" he asked, sarastically.

"Jean," you stated, flatly. "I see the way she looks at you. She may be with Scott, but that's the look of a woman who's willing to test the waters. And I don't want to get in the way if that's something you want to pursue."

Amused, and honestly speechless, Logan could do nothing but laugh, slightly offended that you thought of him as that type of man.

"What's so funny?" you asked softly, eyes saddening as you watched him, quite hurt that he was laughing.

He cracked a grin, cupping your cheek in his hand.

"Baby, you're talkin' about me gettin' with another woman as you stand here, wrapped in my arms, and about to come back to bed with me."

Huh?

His thumb caressed your cheek as he pulled you in closer, resting his forehead against yours.

"(y/n), you are my wife, you hear me? My wife," he spoke sincerely, eyes never leaving you for a moment. "My memories might've been taken before, but they're all back now. And I remember every goddamn detail about you, about us, and about our life before all this bullshit."

You were too stunned to speak.

You knew James could get serious, but you never knew he could get serious.

It was doing some things to you.

"I don't want no one else because, to me, there is no one else. And the quicker you get that through your head, the quicker we can get back to bed 'cause it is fuckin' freezin' out here."

You snickered, both tickled and appalled by his horribly blunt speech.

"That was the worst pep talk I've ever had," you chuckled, shaking your head as you cupped his cheek in your hand.

"Not my strong suit," he finished with a smirk.

But that was all he needed before he roughly kissed you, pulling you in by the nape of your neck.

You kissed back just as passionate, sliding your hands down to his chest as he leaned in, getting the better angle on you.

One of his hands dropped to grab your thigh, hiking it up and pulling you flush against him in an attempt to keep you as close as possible.

But, quickly, you both separated, panting, abuzz with excitement as you rested against each other.

"Bed. Now," he growled in your ear, suddenly hoisting you up and tossing you over his shoulder.

"Jimmy!" you quietly squealed, your face burning with embarrassment as he landed a loud slap on your ass.

'God, I hope the kids are asleep...'

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🚨THIS IS NOT TOWARDS BOBBY/BATHENA FANS. It's towards the people using Bobby to bitch about other issues.

You're embarrassing.

I'm not sure what you think you're going to achieve with petitions to bring characters back and petitions to get cast/crew members fired, but you'll only further your skewed views on how the entertainment industry works.

For example:

Ten years ago, Grey's Anatomy, an ABC show, killed Derek Shepherd. People bombed the episode, they made petitions, they screamed, they sent threats... sound familiar?

And they got... nothing from it. Grey's has continued. 10 seasons after that death and Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital is still open for business. And the bitches JUST got renewed for season 22. (Dude died in season 11)

Just to compare, here is the rating for the episode they killed him in on IMDb: (it's been TEN years)

Here is 911s 8x15: (it's been TWO DAYS)

Ok?

So, please consider not acting completely insane. Otherwise, this will be your legacy and ooff... why would you want that? (Over 100,000 people signed... you guys don't come close to anything like that.)

[destiel-wings]

Dean Winchester & hug dynamic analysis

I was thinking about how whenever Dean hugs someone he's almost always the one hugging the other and how this links to his psychological trauma of always being the caretaker of people, making himself bigger to protect them.

Because that's how Dean sees himself, as a shield for others, and then I thought about how Cas actually is the shield, and he's HIS SHIELD, specifically, the only one who's really there to protect HIM, which is why it hits so much when we see this:

The way Cas wraps his arms around him, trying to protect him with his whole body--that he'd use as a shield and give up in a second if he could spare him from any pain and save him.

(for context: Dean was about to go use the soul bomb on Amara there, it was a suicide mission)

Bobby is another one that hits, he hugs him as the big hugger because he's his father, he loves him and he's actually here to protect him (and Dean LETS him -barely, but he lets him *and Cas* - in a way that he doesn't let Sam)

I watched a compilation of Sam & Dean hugs to check if i was right about it, but it's almost always Dean the big hugger with Sam, except when he's about to die or Sam sees him alive again after losing him.

Even then, Dean mostly tries to hug Sam as the big hugger anyway, with at least one arm, like a way to comfort him, making him feel protected, like his body language is saying "I'm here, I'm okay, I'm still strong, i can still protect you" (because their real father failed and Dean thinks it's his job).

He rarely lets himself be the little one hugged with Sam, unless he's barely conscious. Which is why it kills me so much more now that in this moment (s14, when Dean was going to lock himself in the Ma'lak box cause he was possessed by Michael) and Sam has a desperate breakdown and punches him (to stop him) he forcefully hugs him as the little hugger, the way Dean always kept him, like a way of saying "I still need you to protect me, please don't do this to yourself".

In the scene below he gives Sam his blessing to do a dangerous (possibly suicidal) mission, and one of his arms is down, but the other one tries to stay up--he's forcing himself to do it and he struggles because he still wants to protect him, but (as the seasons progress) he slowly becomes more prone to let go.

So in this view the hug dynamic becomes an indicator of how Dean sees Sam (and himself) and his protector role, how adult and self sufficient he considers Sam, and how much he lets people around him take care of him, lowering his walls and letting himself be hugged.

This is also why i think hugs from characters like Garth or Charlie are so special, because they're just like us: they see Dean and they just know that he needs to be hugged a lot, and that he's not used to it, so they just go for it-- and it's so normal and kind and spontaneous that Dean's just not used to it-- he doesn't know how to respond (especially with Garth, at the beginning, but as the seasons progress, he learns to, and he even initiates the hug eventually).

I love the hugs where they're 50/50 (one arm up, one arm down both), feels like they're equals, both taking care of each other. I feel like with Sam and Dean, this indicates a healthier dynamic, because Dean lets go a little of the role that was imposed to him and manages to see Sam as the strong individual that he is. But the same applies to 50/50 hugs with other characters, like with Cas, where I feel like it testifies how equals they feel in terms of being fighters, there's a show of respect of each other's strength that transpires by the gesture (which is even more astounding considering that Cas is literally a powerful angel).

And just to end on a destiel note, I'd like to note the possessiveness and protectiveness of Dean (rightfully so) whenever he finds Cas after he thought he had lost him, and how that translates into his body/hug language:

[dante2045]

Curse of the Twink

Bobby ran a hand through his styled hair as he entered the bar, scanning the room for a potential victim. He hadn't fed in a week and could feel his cock pulsing within his briefs, begging to drain a stud of his muscles and manliness. He quickly took notice of Broden, a muscular jock loitering near the bar counter.

"Hey there," Bobby called out in greeting, approaching Broden with a friendly smile. "Mind if I join you?"

Broden looked up from his drink, his eyes lighting up as he appraised the slim twink flirting with him. "Sure thing, little guy."

Bobby slid onto the barstool next to Broden, signaling to the bartender for a drink. His delicate, manicured fingers gently brushed along Broden's muscled thigh through his blue jeans. "So, what brings you here tonight?"

Broden chuckled, taking a swig from his beer bottle. "Just looking for some company to kill a couple of hours. You?"

"Same," Bobby replied, leaning in and whispering in Broden's ear, "How about you show me your apartment?"

Broden smirked, nodding in agreement. "Sure thing, cutie."

Bobby slid his hand into Broden's and lead him out of the bar, leaving their half finished drinks behind. Bobby could feel Broden's eyes fixed on his tight round ass and purposely wiggled his hips so it bounced with every step. Bobby wanted to feast on this jock and drain his masculinity right there in front of the entire bar, barely able to control his urges.

Luckily for Bobby, Broden only lived a few blocks away from the bar. The men walked through the cool autumn night in silence, both thinking about what would happen once they made it back to Broden's apartment.

Once inside, Broden slammed the door shut behind them before he pushed Bobby against the wall, his hands roaming all over Bobby's slender frame. "You sure you know what you're getting into, little fella?"

Bobby moaned softly, wrapping his own arms around Broden's thick waist. "Oh, I'm positive."

Broden's lips brushed against Bobby's, their tongues eagerly massaging one another. Bobby's hands slipped under Broden's tank top, running his palm down Broden's chiselled abs.

"Fuck, you are turning me on so much," Broden growled, grinding his hard member against Bobby's thigh.

Bobby gasped. "Fuck me, Broden. Please."

With a grunt, Broden lifted Bobby effortlessly and carried him to his bedroom. He gently lowered Bobby onto the bed, crawling beside him. "Hope you can handle a big man, baby."

Broden tore open Bobby's shirt, exposing his smooth, flat chest. His mouth grazed against each nipple, sucking and nibbling as Bobby writhed beneath him. Bobby's hands roamed over Broden's muscular back, squeezing his broad shoulders.

"Take off those pants," Broden demanded, his voice rough with desire.

Bobby hurriedly kicked off his jeans and briefs, leaving him naked and vulnerable. Broden stood up, quickly stripping off his own clothes with a frantic fervour. His erection sprang free, long and thick, dripping with precum.

Bobby's breath hitched as he took in the sight. "Holy shit, Broden. You're... huge."

Broden chuckled, positioning himself between Bobby's spread thighs. "Ready, cutie?"

Bobby nodded, his heart pounding throughout his body. "Yes."

Broden lined himself up, pressing the mushroom head of his cock against Bobby's tight hole. With one swift motion, he thrust forward, burying himself balls deep.

Bobby screamed, both in pain and pleasure. "Fuck!"

Broden began to thrust his hips, pulling in and out of Bobby's hole. "That's it, take it like a good boy."

Broden's thick, meaty fingers dug into Bobby's shoulders as he kept up his pace. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through him, pushing him closer to the edge.

"Harder," Bobby panted, "Don't stop."

Broden obliged, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. His abs clenched with each pulse, his muscles rippling under his skin.

"Almost there," Broden grunted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Gonna make you cum, baby boy."

Bobby came, his body spasming as he coated his own stomach with his release. The sensation pushed Broden over the edge as well, his cock throbbing as he spilled deep inside Bobby.

Both men panted heavily, Broden gently extracting his member from Bobby. Broden collapsed on the bed beside Bobby, his eyes drifting close as he recovered from his orgasm.

Broden felt a strange tingling sensation begin to spread through his body. He looked down in confusion as he saw his abs start to smooth over, the defined ridges softening and filling out into a flat tummy. Broden's muscles began to deflate, his thick and veiny biceps shrinking down to become lean and scrawny. Bobby's heart continued to race as he watched the transformation unfold before his eyes.

"What the hell is happening?" Broden muttered, his voice growing soft and higher-pitched.

Bobby didn't bother responding, too entranced by the spectacle of Broden's changing form. Broden's long and thick cock began to shrink down, shortening and thinning. His balls shriveled, retracting into his body. Broden's ass ballooned out into a tight bubble butt.

Broden's face was the last thing to change. His sharp features softened, his jawline rounding as his masculine visage gave way to a more delicate appearance. Within moments, Broden had transformed into a mirror image of Bobby himself.

"No," Broden whispered, his voice now sounding identical to Bobby's. "This can't be real."

Broden's brain chemistry began to alter, his memories and personality changing. Instead of being the tough macho jock, he now remembered being the shy, quiet outcast throughout most of his life. His memories of topping dozens of twinks were rewritten, replaced with bottoming for various men. He lost any interest in sports or video games, now being interested in fashion, novels and cooking. Broden was completely gone, replaced with an exact clone of Bobby.

Bobby reached out and traced the chin of his clone, admiring his handiwork. Broden had changed just like the others had.

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Bobby had once been in a long term relationship with a man named Martinez. He had loved Martinez deeply and had been sure they would spend the rest of their lives together...until he'd walked in on Martinez with another man. In the ensuing argument, Martinez had cruelly called Bobby nothing but a 'dumb, easily replaceable twink'.

Heartbroken, Bobby had fled their apartment and wandered the streets in a daze, eventually stumbling into a Magic Shop. Bobby had entered looking for a cure to his sorrow, but the mysterious store clerk had suggested revenge was a much more cathartic solution. The clerk sold Bobby a potion, instructing him to drink it and convince Martinez to have sex with him one last time.

As instructed, Bobby swallowed the potion's contents, plugging his nose so he couldn't taste the bitter liquid. A strange energy pulsed from within him; he hurried back to his apartment. Martinez was more than willing to let Bobby back in as the twink apologized, begging for sex. Martinez wasted no time leading Bobby to their room, stripping down and thrusting his swollen member into Bobby.

After cumming, Martinez had complained about a strange feeling. Bobby watched on in awe as Martinez was slowly drained of his muscles, his beefy body deflating into a thinner, skinny build. Martinez shouted obscenities as his massive erection shrunk down, dwindling to less than half of its former glory. Martinez's golden brown skin lightened to a pale white, his stubble and body hair disappearing back into his skin.

Bobby looked on in awe as Martinez's body continued to shift into a replica of his own. After the change was complete, it was clear that Martinez was gone, replaced with an identical clone of Bobby.

Bobby hadn't meant to change Martinez; he'd had no idea what the magical potion he'd been given would do. Still, as he and his clone curiously inspected each other, he found it difficult to regret his choices. Martinez had been a dumb, brutish jock; sure he'd been hot, but he was also opportunistic and cruel. Having another Bobby in the world seemed like an upgrade in comparison.

The two Bobbys got along great, seeing as they shared all of the same interests and habits. Living with himself was a massive upgrade over Martinez, who had been a messy slob. The only problem, Bobby hated to admit, was that he missed sex. While he found himself attractive, neither Bobby was willing to assume the top position that Martinez had vacated. The Bobbys had kissed and jerked each other off, but as the days passed he had an almost overwhelming urge to be penetrated again.

A little over a week after Martinez's transformation, Bobby could not resist the need any longer. He headed out to a gay bar, looking for a quick hookup to release the tension that had been building in him. It didn't take him long to meet Alistair, a drunken frat bro who was clearly looking for someone to take home.

Without much preamble, Alistair and Bobby headed back to Alistair's apartment. Bobby wanted to avoid his own place as he wasn't sure how he'd explain his clone, should they cross paths.

After Alistair emptied his load inside Bobby, the pent up hunger that had been growing in Bobby quickly subsided. He let out a sigh of relief, feeling at ease once more. Bobby was surprised when Alistair let out an uncomfortable grown and complained about a weird sensation. It didn't take long before Alistair's muscular body shrank down, morphing into a copy of Bobby's.

Bobby had assumed that the potion had been a one time spell and the magic would have worn off after getting his revenge on Martinez. Looking at the jock turned twink before him, Bobby realized this wasn't the case. It appeared that any man that fucked him would succumb to the magic, transforming into a replica of him.

Bobby felt guilt over accidentally transforming Alistair. Where Martinez had had it coming, Bobby had only met Alistair a few minutes before changing him. Bobby vowed to stop sleeping with men, not wanting to spread his curse any further.

A week after hooking up with Alistair, the urges returned. The magic was growing within Bobby, looking for a release; he could barely control himself. The curse wanted to be spread, whether Bobby agreed or not. He tried to distract himself, but with every hour that passed, the struggle got harder. The feeling was primal in nature, an animalistic need that could not be ignored. As it approached midnight, Bobby finally gave in and headed out to the bar where he met Broden.

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Bobby looked over at his sleeping clone, the one who had been Broden a little over an hour ago. After Broden's change, the new Bobby had been exhausted and quickly fell asleep. Bobby tried to join him, but sleep eluded him as his thoughts raced.

He had now stolen the lives of three men. As guilty as he felt, the knowledge that he had turned these muscular studs into his own possey of Bobbys did have a seductive allure to it. Would the magic ever fade? Or would he continue to sleep with men indefinitely, draining their masculinity and creating more twinks?

Bobby pushed the thoughts from his mind, taking a deep breath to relax. Whatever was to come, he would find a way to deal with it. And he wouldn't have to do it alone, he thought, snuggling into the arms of his twin.

[m3mento-m0rii]

Chemistry in Choreo—B.1

1.6k words; Abby Saja x Huntrix! Reader B-Side #1; Safety in Arms Other parts in the series: A: 1. 2. B: 1. 2. Masterlist | Requests open!!

Even in the middle of a fight, even as you're faced with defeating a demon overlord or the loss of what would be the world, you couldn't tear your eyes from him. You asked if he would hurt you, and he if you would kill him. Well . . . would you?

A/N: Heyy . . . so, I actually don't have much practice with fight scenes, so I hope it turned out good? One part of me really likes this and the other part of me is kind of iffy. Actually, there was a b-side before this of a convo between Abby and Mira, but I scrapped it because I didn't like it much. If you want to see it though, I'll consider posting. Nevertheless, hope you enjoy!!

It was all just a blur.

Honestly, the entire plan deteriorated before your eyes.

You couldn’t even keep track of it all. Bobby almost got abducted, Rumi got stuck performing Takedown, somehow she pulled being a demon out of nowhere. Half-demon? They lost the Idol Awards because they couldn’t even perform, and now you couldn’t even keep your friends together.

Maybe if you were around more, you’d have seen this coming.

Saja Boys threw a banger concert, though.

But that was over, because Rumi wasn’t hiding anymore. No one was. This was it. As you stepped onto the stage and drew your fans, as the cutting through demon hordes failed to phase you, as your voices united once more despite the white noise you heard . . .

You couldn’t break eye contact with Abby.

Here you were. Now you had to think about it. He was right, no plan could ever prepare them for this. It was the last stand. Even from half a battle-stage away, you could feel the cutting eyes of his demon form, and he could see you, welling with the power of a hunter’s voice.

There was no more pretending, and still, it felt like just Abby and you.

Your steps weren’t as confident as those of the other hunters. You knew that when you reached Abby, it would have to go one way or the other.

That sickened you.

Time didn’t wait for you and it wouldn’t wait for him, either. Gwi-Ma sent the boys like a puppet master to face Huntrix; they brought nameless faces with them.

Blades cut through spirits like paper. The crimson skies cast by the demon king did not turn purple with the hope of their voices; wisps from the soul cut sharply through the fog in the immediate vicinity, but it wasn’t enough. The crowd chanted, you got closer to Abby, you almost reached for him—before Romance got to you.

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Abby couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

God, he was so damn loud.

Abby was nothing. Nothing was his. He was inside looking out as the demon king tugged at his wrists, made him dance, whispered, scratched, etched into his eardrums—not his eardrums, his brain. Tearing at the fortifications of his skull, reminding him that he was owned, that he had always been owned.

That he was a fool to think otherwise.

Because how dare he try to love something when he had no soul to love with, how could he think that he had power, an anchor, a way to avoid the king’s mind games; what a fool he was to think that he had a place here.

Above ground.

With you.

You, you, you.

You, who was walking towards him. You, who looked terrified enough for both of them. 

He was supposed to have you. Supposed to stay with you, supposed to not hurt you.

Please, if he couldn’t live with one thing, it would be hurting you. Not after everything.

Quickly, he had to swallow the thought before Gwi-Ma got any ideas.

The worst part was that he was conscious of all of it. He helped make this decision. He listened to his derogations over your voice, he danced, he and all the others shepherded these people into that stadium to be consumed by Gwi-Ma’s greed.

There was no going back. They all knew it. Jinu, a statue, guilty as sin as he watched Rumi take centerstage. The other Sajas’ hesitant sidelong glances—he couldn’t even look, even his tunnel vision was blurry. This was it.

He couldn’t bring himself to fight, not a simple cat scratch.

Instead, here they were, and all he could do was stare helplessly at you.

Tick, tick.

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How ironic, you couldn’t help but think, as claws and fans sharply parried. You twirled and wove around each other, fight returning to the forefront of your mind. 

Left, twist, up, down, directions meant nothing when all you could focus on was your immediate vicinity. And for a moment, you lost sight.

You switched between weapons easily, tossing few into the crowd of nobodies and kicking Romance in stride. The light of the fan blinded the demon temporarily; as you summoned another fan, ducking under one of his swipes, you went to throw.

But you hesitated.

Because if that blade had left your hand, it would have darted right past Mira’s shoulder,

and straight into Abby’s sternum.

Your once languid movements came to a violent stop as you met his gaze once more, mortification rendering you frozen. And you could see the fear in his eyes, too. Not because of what you almost did or Romance recovering behind you, not because Mira was about to drive her spear into his abdomen, but because one way or another, he was about to lose you.

Seconds seemed to turn to hours. You felt your guts plummet to the ground and your heart even further. Abby.

No.

No.

No, no, no-!

“NO—!” It ripped through your throat before you had the chance to think. Coarse, desperate. It was as much a demand as a plea.

Power coiled in your heels and you shot off like a firework, missing a lunge from Romance by chance. You could only rely on instinct as your vision blurred.

You felt the pressure on your arms before you heard anything.

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The last thing you expected was the progression of events in maybe six seconds.

One to recover from the jarring force at which you had to pivot and skid to a stop in front of Mira.

Two to realize Abby’s chest was against your back and his hands on your shoulders to try and steady you, like he always did. Because Abby always had you.

Three to register your fans beam as you flared them at the woman you called your sister. Four for the betrayal as she winced, five for the immediate horror in your chest as you crossed your blades at the shaft of her weapon and six for you to shove it past the range of Abby and you.

It was the seventh that everything went silent.

Then, back into focus, all at once.

“FIGHT, Abby,” You hissed, elbowing him in the abs to get him to move. You wouldn’t let this break you apart. “C’mon. Help me—!”

Before you knew it, he was pulling you into another dance. It wasn’t as graceful as the pair of you were used to, you didn’t have the luxury. Away you went from Mira and into the sea of demons with Abby, cutting through them, cycloning around each other, ducking around and under each other’s swings as fighting ensued.

Your fans cut through air sharper than wind tunneling between mountains, deadly and elegant and desperate and intentional as you kept going. A lightshow as the blades wisped through the air, leaving trails behind as demons shattered back to hell.

Abby was the opposite.

For once, Abby wasn’t gentle. For once, you got to see what he was capable of.

Abby didn’t pull any punches; he couldn’t, when faced with the alternative option of losing you. Claws and ribboning flesh and fists full of pure power drove into their enemies, lunges and thrashing and turning to still cover you.

It was beautiful, in a devastating way. Fighting for him, with him, for you, with you, the contrast in styles for once still finding a way to blend together in the messy criticality of the moment. Or maybe you just always knew how to move with Abby, anyway.

You couldn’t even hear your voice in the chorus of thousands as Gwi-Ma was slayed. But you saw the Honmoon, saw the sky turn cerulean and light fill the sky.

There was a way out after all.

Your heart pounded in your ears like a drum as you turned to check if Abby was still at your side.

He was already looking at you.

Wild eyes, patterns, claws and all. Abby and all. Despite the adrenaline disrupting the flow of your thoughts, you still managed to whisper:

“A promise is a promise, right?”

That was all you knew before he scooped you into his arms, leaning down to push his lips into yours.

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Abby was always more a man of action than of words.

You fought for him. Saved him. Offered him a chance, another one, salvation again.

Gave him his soul back, even if you treated him the same without it.

When you looked at his real form in wonder, happiness instead of disgust, when you rocked excitedly on your heels at the start of a new day, well, what more could he do than kiss you?

You, you. Wonderful you.

Your hands came up to cup his face as he pulled you against him easily, and for once he didn’t have to worry about hurting you. Not about his sharpened canines against your bottom lip, not against his clawed hands holding you against him fully. Both of you knew he wouldn’t, he could never. What did any of that matter, when you made him feel human again, anyway?

You laughed into his lips, he grinned into yours.

He found himself pulling you into a short spin, unable to stop a bright laugh himself as you found yourself in the air. You couldn't even be surprised, even when you squealed; not when you were so used to the feeling.

After all, what’s a moment with you without some sort of dance?

Chemistry in Choreo; End.

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A/N: Hello!! How was your read? I hope it was as good for you as it was for me to write. Anyway, this is me explaining the difference between the 'A' and 'B' you see in the titles; 'A-sides' are the main series, and 'B' sides are things that you don't necessarily have to read with them but fall into the same universe / other ideas. It'll make more sense when you see the masterlist. For example, this is listed as a 'B' side because I really liked how I ended the A-sides and I didn't want to mess that up. Also, This is a bit shorter than the others. Anyhow, I hope to see you soon!

—Captain Morii 🌤️

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