#so im also really looking forward to crack into this on console

[wraithsoutlaws]

i think one of the things i appreciate the most about this (beside the much needed eye options in cc kek) is that they updated the photomode in a way that includes folks on console. i was a console vp-er for a year and you try not to let it bother you but it does suck tremendously when you see how much people on pc can do and how much more youre limited in return. updating the photomode benefits everyone but most of all it allows people on console to experience some of those very benefits that they never got to before (better dof, spawned characters, spawned lights, etc) and for a game that has been absolutely uplifted by it's vp community, that's really nice to see finally.

4 years after the fact and cdpr still manages to make this game feel brand new

[rafeandonlyrafe]

healing touch

words: 700

warnings: established relationship, catcalling

“you've changed.” rafe observes, cocking his head to the side as you don't respond to his arrival home, or even budge at his words. your eyes are stared straight forward, blank and almost hollow, so unlike the vibrancy rafe is used to seeing when he looks at you.

“baby.” rafes voice is softer now as he takes a step forward, not trying to startle you from your place perched on the countertop, sat with your legs pulled up to your chest, chin against your knees.

“darling.” rafe steps closer again, and your eyelashes finally flutter as you notice him, looking up without even a crack of a smile.

“what's wrong?” he asks, suppressing the urge to get angry, to lash out at whoever-whatever, he doesn't care, made you feel this way. rafe knows he needs to stay calm for you, placing his hands on your hips and looking you in your chocolate brown eyes.

“i decided to walk today to vikeys.” you tell rafe, swallowing harshly.

“uh huh.” rafe knows you usually go to a friend's house when he's gone for the day, giving yourself something to do and also a chance to catch up when you can't be with your boyfriend.

“and i walked past that construction site. you know the new apartments being put up.” you wait for rafe to nod before continuing. “the… the workers there were on their lunch break and they…”

“what did they do?” rafe asks, harsh tone slipping into his voice, but you know it's not meant for you.

“they were just whistling at me at first. i tried to walk by faster, i crossed the street, but they just got louder. started talking about- about what they'd do to me.”

you don't have to say anything more for rafe to understand. he carefully pulls your legs down and pulls you to the edge of the marble countertop so he can press you against his chest, knowing that what you need at the moment is his touch, his hold.

“i got to vickys as soon as i could. i just felt disgusting, gross. she let me shower there and borrow a pair of clothes before driving me back home.”

“ill make sure to thank vicky for helping out my girl.” rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head. “you could have called me though, baby.”

“i-i know.” you look up at rafe, tears welling up. “i just wasn't thinking. i felt like i was in another body almost.”

“and how are you feeling now?” rafe asks, his hands gently petting up and down your back.

“better now that you're here.” you sigh out. 

“did you eat?” rafe glances at the clock, knowing he's home a bit later than usual. 

when you shake your head no, rafe pauses for a moment to think. “how about we order pizza and relax and watch that new season of the tv show you've been hounding me to see?” rafe sees a little spark back in your eyes just from the mention of relaxing with him.

“and im taking the rest of the week of work.” rafe grabs his phone out of his pocket to order pizza before you can argue, but there is one last piece of work rafe has to do before he can be satisfied.

--

you hum along to the song as rafes hand grips your thigh, the other on the steering wheel as he brings you back home from the country club, having went “golfing” with him, which really just means driving the cart around while he plays.

“rafe-” you turn to look at him with confusion when he turns down the wrong street.

“just want you to see something.” he says, pulling up to the construction site you got cat called in front of, the words echoing through your mind until rafe reminds you of where you are and who you're with with a soft squeeze of your leg, snapping you out of it.

you look at the sign in front of the fence. cameron developments.

“you… you bought whole apartment complex?”

“and fired the entire previous crew. they won't find work in this town again, trust me.”

“oh, rafe.” you launch yourself over the center console, kissing him deeply as your arms wrap around his shoulders.

“as much as i like kissing you, baby-” rafe says, mumbling against your lips. “how about we wait until we get home to continue this?”

you giggle and sit back on your seat as he speeds off.

sfw tags: @winterrrnight @ladyinbl00d @bejeweledreverie @ethanthequeefqueen @drewsephrry

[gingerlee-holds]

Even Mandalorians Have Weaknesses

Squealing Santa ding ding ding!!! this is a Star Wars fic for Dchubbz!anon! They requested lee!Din Djarin, so I did my best to make it happen! keep in mind that its really wonky, canonwise- the Razor Crest was destroyed and Bo-Katan doesn't really seem like the playful type but cut me some slack im in college lmao

also it's very difficult to find characters in this show who would be able to tword Mando and also want to so its Ler!Bo-Katan i guess

also LOOK AT THE GIF BELOW THIS DO YOU SEE HIS SIDES DO YOU SEE HOW POKABLE THEY ARE I REALLY REALLY WANNA POKE THE HIRED GUNMAN'S SIDES-

Words: 3017 Characters: Lee!Din, Ler!Bo-Katan

The Razor Crest hummed softly, the familiar vibrations of hyperspace travel filling the cockpit. Din Djarin, helmet securely in place, leaned back in the pilot's seat, his hands resting on the armrests. Across from him, Bo-Katan Kryze sat with her feet propped on the console, arms crossed in mock relaxation as she eyed him with a teasing glint.

"You're always so serious," she mused, tilting her head to study him. Her voice carried an edge of mischief, clearly intended to provoke. "Like a droid that never powers down."

Din gave a low huff, his modulator turning it into a faint growl. "I'm not a droid."

Bo-Katan smirked, tapping a finger against her chin in exaggerated contemplation. "Could've fooled me. Do you even know how to relax? Or laugh?"

"I'm capable of both," Din replied evenly, his voice calm and measured. "But I don't see why that's relevant."

Bo-Katan's grin widened. "You're like a myth, you know. The Mandalorian who never cracks a smile. Never lets his guard down."

Din leaned forward slightly, the reflective T-visor of his helmet turning to her with deliberate precision. "I can be playful."

Bo-Katan raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of amusement and skepticism. "Oh really? I'll believe it when I see it."

"You won't," he retorted with a note of finality. The silence that followed felt like a small victory on Din's end. Bo-Katan's smirk only widened, her eyes glinting with an unspoken challenge.

For a few moments, the hum of the ship filled the air, but Bo-Katan's curiosity was clearly piqued. "So, what, that's it? Just endless stoicism and no fun? You're wasting a perfectly good hyperspace jump, Mando."

Din's shoulders shifted slightly, a subtle movement Bo-Katan had learned to recognize as either annoyance or amusement. "You're wasting your time."

Her smirk turned into a full grin. "Oh, I don't think so. I've got plenty of time to figure out what makes you crack." She leaned back again, propping her arms behind her head. "Might even make it a personal mission."

The lights in the cockpit cast a dim glow over the pair, with hyperspace streaking past the viewport in mesmerizing patterns. Bo-Katan stretched her legs, her boots brushing against the edge of the console. She made a show of yawning dramatically. "You know, some people might find it relaxing to have a conversation. Share a joke. Maybe even… laugh?"

Din's helmet tilted slightly, suggesting he was either ignoring her or considering her words. "This isn't a cantina."

"No, it's not," she agreed. "But that doesn't mean we have to sit here like statues. Even statues crack eventually."

"I don't crack," Din replied firmly. "And I'm not a statue."

Bo-Katan chuckled softly. "You keep saying that, but you're not helping your case."

Din sighed, leaning back further into his chair. The weight of the mission and her relentless teasing settled on him. "Do you always talk this much?"

"Only when I'm entertained," she shot back. "And you, Mando, are surprisingly entertaining."

"Glad to be of service," he deadpanned, though the slight shift of his helmet hinted at a sliver of amusement.

Bo-Katan tapped her fingers against the armrest of her chair, a mischievous glint still in her eyes. "We'll see how long that stoicism holds up. Everyone has a breaking point, even you."

Din said nothing, allowing the Razor Crest's hum to fill the silence once more. But the slightest shake of his head told Bo-Katan all she wanted to know as he turned back to the controls. Knowing this would not mark the end of her efforts to crack the myth of the uncrackable Mandalorian, Bo-Katan grinned to herself. 

-

Bo-Katan's chance presented itself some hours later as they readied the Razor Crest for dropping out of hyperspace. Din checked the cargo hold to be sure their recent shipment was safe. His motions were deliberate; every object was painstakingly arranged and double-checked as though he were handling explosives rather than standard merchandise. Bo-Katan wandered in, feigning nonchalance, though her sharp eyes were already calculating.

"You're always so focused," she said casually, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. Her tone was light, but a familiar teasing edge was beneath it. "Don't you ever get tired of being a statue?"

Din didn't look up. "What do you want, Kryze?" he asked, his voice flat as he continued working.

She pushed off the wall and stepped closer, letting her boots echo against the metal floor. "I want to see if the myth is true," she replied with a smirk, poking Djarin through a crack in his armor lightly in the side.

The reaction was immediate. Din gasped and jerked away, almost dropping the tablet in his hand. His helmet snapped toward her, the surprise in his body language unmistakable despite the impassive visor. For a moment, he froze as though debating whether to acknowledge what had just happened.

"What was that?" Bo-Katan asked, her tone dripping with mock innocence. She stepped closer, her grin widening.

"Nothing," he said quickly, straightening his posture to reassert control. But when Bo reached out again, his entire torso flinched before she even touched him. It was a subtle movement, but it might as well have been a bright neon sign to her trained eye.

Bo-Katan's eyes lit up like a child discovering treasure. She stepped back, crossing her arms again with a triumphant smile. "Oh, this is too good. You're ticklish."

"No, I'm not," Din said firmly, stepping back as if distance alone could deflect her discovery.

"Sure, and I'm a moisture farmer," she shot back, her grin widening as she advanced slightly. "You flinched like I'd threatened you with a vibroblade."

"Drop it, Kryze," he warned, though a faint edge to his tone betrayed his unease.

Bo-Katan tilted her head, studying him with newfound amusement. "What are you so afraid of, Mando? That someone might discover the great Din Djarin has a weakness?"

He shook his head, turning his attention back to the cargo. "I'm not afraid of anything," he muttered. His hands worked quickly, almost as if trying to distract himself (and her) from the moment.

"Oh, but you are," she countered, leaning against a nearby crate. "I think you're afraid I'll tell everyone that you're… what's the word? Human."

Din's helmet turned toward her briefly, but he said nothing. That silence only encouraged her.

"You know, I was starting to think you were unshakable," she circled slowly. "But now I see it. The legendary Mandalorian has a crack. And it's ticklish."

"I don't have time for this," he said, his voice clipped as he moved to another section of the cargo hold.

"Sure you do," she replied smoothly, following him. "Hyperspace jumps last forever, and we're stuck together. Might as well make the most of it."

Din sighed audibly, the sound distorted through his modulator. "I should throw you from the airlock."

"You're avoiding the truth," she shot back. "Just admit it. You flinched."

He stopped for a split second, then went on working. Bo-Katan's smile never wavered. Instead, she crouched beside him and leaned close enough to cause him to squirm uneasily. 

"Tell me," she said, her voice dropping into a mock-serious tone. "Is this some kind of ancient Mandalorian secret? A hidden vulnerability? Should I add 'tickling' to my arsenal of combat techniques?"

Din finally turned to her, his helmet mere inches from her face. "You're not funny."

"Oh, I'm hilarious," she retorted, standing back up. "And you know it."

As she backed away, still smirking, Din straightened, visibly tense. Though he returned to his task, Bo-Katan didn't miss how his shoulders stayed rigid as if bracing for another poke. It was enough to make her chuckle quietly to herself.

"Don't worry," she said over her shoulder as she left the cargo hold. "I'll save my newfound intel for when it really counts."

Din watched her go, shook his head slightly, then went back to work. But the tension in his motions never really disappeared. Grogu cooed somewhere in the Razor Crest as though he sensed the change in the air. And Bo-Katan's laughter rang softly down the hallways as a promise she wasn't done with him yet.

-

The next opportunity came later that evening. Din was crouched in the engine bay, trying to fix a faulty panel. His armor was partially removed for mobility, so he worked in his cloth tunic. The dim light of the bay cast shadows over his focused expression, and the soft hum of the ship provided a backdrop to his work. He was so absorbed in the work that he didn't hear the approaching footsteps until it was too late.

"Don't even think about it," he warned, his voice low and steady, not looking up.

"Think about what?" Bo-Katan asked innocently, the mockery in her tone unmistakable. She moved closer, her boots clinking lightly against the metal floor. Nearby, Grogu perched on a crate, his big eyes darting between the two adults with growing curiosity. His little green fingers reached out, sensing the tension, and he cooed softly. His eyes flicked to a pair of handcuffs on a nearby crate, and an idea visibly formed.

Din muttered something under his breath, clearly bracing himself for trouble. But before he could move, Grogu raised a tiny hand. With a playful Force burst, one of Din's wrists was cuffed to the ship's support beam. The click of the cuffs echoed in the bay, and Din froze, staring at the child in disbelief.

"Grogu, not now," he said firmly, his voice heavy with exasperation. The little one gurgled in delight, entirely unbothered by the scolding.

Bo-Katan burst out laughing. She declared, "Oh, this is perfect," her grin spreading wide. She stepped closer, and the malevolent glint in her eye gleamed. "Remind me to thank you, lil guy."

"Kryze, don't," Din warned, his tone notably powerless. He squirmed uneasily, trying to tug his hand from restraint, but the cuffs held firm. Bo-Katan wiggled her fingers menacingly as she closed the distance between them.

"You've been asking for this, Mandalorian." Her voice dripped with mock menace. Without hesitation, she tested the waters by poking his ribs lightly.

Din's body betrayed him right away. He almost dropped the wrench in his free hand as he jerked away from her touch. The reaction only fueled her resolve. He used his free arm to swat at her invading fingers, but she was quick, and his limited mobility gave her the advantage.

"S-Stohop," he managed, his voice strained, his body twisting as much as the cuffs allowed.

"Make me," she shot back, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she dug her fingers into his sides more determinedly. The wrench fell from Din's hand. Her confidence was bolstered by the sound that escaped his lips, which resembled a grunt with a hint of choked laughter.

"I knew it!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "You're a human after all!"

Close by, Grogu laughed and clapped his tiny hands as if cheering on Bo-Katan. The child's happiness just set her off more. Din squirmed under her relentless assault, his composure cracking with each passing second. He tried desperately to hold onto his stoic demeanor, but his body had other plans.

"Qu-Quihihit ihihit!" he sputtered, his modulated voice warping with each involuntary sound. His free arm flailed uselessly, trying to block her, but she dodged easily, her fingers dancing along his ribs and sides.

"Giggling already? I'm going to cherish this," Bo-Katan declared, her grin turning downright evil. She shifted her tactics, finding a particularly sensitive spot near his hip, and Din's reaction was immediate.

"Bohoho! Nohohoho!" he burst out, the laughter spilling from him despite his efforts to suppress it. His head tilted back slightly, and his torso twisted as he tried to escape her touch.

"Oh, I'm not stopping now," she said gleefully, her voice nearly drowned out by Din's increasingly loud laughter. "You're making this too much fun, Mando."

"Bo-Kahahatahan! Plehehease!" he managed between gasps, his voice hitching with each word. His laughter was rich and deep, sounding almost foreign from someone so perpetually serious.

Grogu let out a delighted squeal, his tiny hands clapping even faster. He leaned forward on his crate as if trying to get a better view of the chaos unfolding before him. Din's struggles grew more frantic, but the cuffs and Bo-Katan's persistence kept him firmly at her mercy.

Bo-Katan grinned triumphantly, her hands slowing down as Din's laughter softened into residual chuckles. "You're lucky I'm merciful," she teased, stepping back with a flourish. "For now."

Din leaned heavily against the support beam, his cuffed wrist still secured. He panted, trying to regain his composure. "You call that merciful?" he muttered, his tone dripping with exasperation.

Grogu gurgled with delight, waddling nearer to examine his obviously flustered guardian. The young child pulled at his shirt, his bright eyes glimmering with playful intent. Din looked down at him, his helmet shifting slightly. "You're not helping, kid."

Bo-Katan watched the scene with a smirk, her arms crossed confidently. "I think he's enjoying himself. You should take notes on how to loosen up."

Din scoffed, once more testing the cuffs on his wrist. "I promise you, Kryze, if you don't unlock this-"

Before he could finish, Bo-Katan darted forward again, her fingers poised menacingly. Din flinched instinctively, his free hand shooting up to block her. "Don't you dare!"

She laughed, stepping back with mock innocence. "Relax, Mando. I'm just keeping you on your toes."

Grogu cooed in agreement, clearly enjoying the dynamic. Din let out a low groan, his helmet tilting back as he muttered something under his breath. Probably 'dank farrik.' 

"This is ridiculous."

"Ridiculous but fun," Bo-Katan corrected, her grin widening. "Admit it. You haven't laughed like that in years."

Din didn't respond, but the slight tilt of his head betrayed his reluctant agreement. He finally sighed, his tone softening. "Just get me out of this."

"Don't try to get all stoic again! We were having fun!" Bo-Katan got an idea. "Okay, Mando. Tell me your worst joke, or this continues."

"I don't know any jokes," he ground out, his voice still shaky from the residual laughter.

She shook her head, her grin widening. "Wrong answer."

Her fingers resumed their assault, this time targeting the particularly sensitive spot under his arm. Din's reaction was immediate and explosive. A deep, unrestrained laugh burst from him, rich and resonant, surprising even himself. He squirmed futilely against the cuffs, his free arm flailing in an attempt to block her relentless attack.

"K-Kryhyhyhyze! Plehehease!" he managed between gasps, his modulated voice barely recognizable through the laughter.

Bo-Katan laughed along with him, her own amusement genuine. "I've never heard anything so satisfying," she teased, her voice light with delight. Grogu giggled from the sideline.

"Al-Alrihihihight! AHAHA! Alrihihihihihihight!" Din gasped desperately. "I'll tell you! Just stohohohohop!"

Bo-Katan finally relented, stepping back with a triumphant grin. Din slumped against the support beam, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Grogu cooed in approval, his ears wiggling with anticipation.

"This better be good," Bo-Katan said, crossing her arms and raising an expectant eyebrow.

Din took another moment to compose himself, his voice still uneven. "Okay. Two stormtroopers are scouting in the jungle. One gets bitten by a snake in a weak spot in his armor and collapses. The other calls into command and says, 'Come in, come in! My partner has collapsed, I think he's dead!' Command replies, 'Stay calm. First, I need you to make sure your partner is actually dead.' The comm goes quiet for a bit, followed by a series of blaster shots. 'Alright,' the scout finally responds, 'I made sure. Now what?'"

There was a brief pause before Bo-Katan burst into laughter, doubling over as the terrible joke sank in. Even Grogu let out an amused squeal, waving his tiny hands in the air. Din groaned, shaking his head as he muttered, "I warned you."

"That was… awful!" Bo-Katan managed between fits of laughter, wiping a tear from her eye. "Absolutely terrible."

"You asked for my worst," Din said dryly, though the faintest hint of a chuckle slipped through.

Bo-Katan straightened, her grin wide and satisfied. "I'll give you points for effort, Mando. But you're not off the hook yet."

Din tensed immediately, his helmet tilting toward her. "What do you mean?"

Without answering, Bo-Katan lunged back toward him, her fingers diving into his ribcage. Din let out a startled bark of laughter, his body twisting in a futile attempt to escape.

"Kryze! I already told you!" he protested, his voice breaking into helpless laughter as she found another sensitive spot.

"That joke was so bad. You deserve this," Bo-Katan teased, her fingers mercilessly skimming along his ribs and sides. Din's laughter echoed through the engine bay, rich and unguarded, a sound that seemed to surprise even Grogu. "This is punishment for that brazen assault on my intelligence you call a joke."

"Bohoho! ThiHiHiS iHIhIIsn't FAhahHAhair! YouHuHu Ahahahaasked FohohOOr a bAHahahd- ACK-!" Din gasped, his voice hitching with every breath. His struggles grew more frantic, but the cuffs and Bo-Katan's persistence kept him firmly at her mercy.

"You're too much fun, Mando," Bo-Katan said, her tone light and teasing. She finally pulled back after a few more moments, letting him slump against the support beam again. His free hand came up to rest on his chest as he panted, his whole body visibly relaxing now that the torment had ceased.

Din sat back, rubbing his wrist once Grogu released the cuff. His helmet turned toward Bo-Katan, and though his face was hidden, she could feel his glare. "You’re insufferable," he muttered.

"And you’re human," she countered, her tone softening. "It’s good to see that side of you."

Grogu waddled over, climbing into Din’s lap with a happy gurgle. Din sighed, placing a hand on the child’s head. "Never again," he said, his voice resolute. But as Din turned away, Bo-Katan couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t need to be Force-sensitive to know he was smiling too, hidden behind the beskar.

[pertinax--loculos]

Word Find Tag

I was tagged by @ls-daydreams to find night, page, metal, blue and truth, and because I’m putting off doing anything productive (work, writing, exercise), I figured I’d have a look and see what pops up! ^_^ Fair warning: I’m probably gonna be taking from a variety of WIPs because that’s how I roll atm.

I’m gonna tag @winterandwords, @artdecosupernova-writing, @kaiusvnoir, @frostedlemonwriter, @words-after-midnight, @inkovert and @catchingbigfish (no pressure!) to find hand, yell, deal, wait and lose. Also gonna make this an OPEN TAG if you wanna search your WIP for those words and lemme know what you find! ^_^

Without further ado:

night (from AAH - Maddie POV)

Maddie woke to screaming alarms.

Nightmare scenario. Literally enough that it took her a few moments to realise that she wasn’t dreaming, that this was actually happening, that she was waking to red flashing lights and mechanical wailing filling her head.

The cryo chamber pulsed with the light, red, dark, red, dark. Even still locked inside Maddie could feel vibration under her feet. Her ship felt like it was being shaken apart. She blinked, trying to parse the heads-up display on the door to the chamber. Glowing words her brain wasn’t awake enough to understand. All-caps. Red like the light suffusing her chamber. Not a good sign.

Something pinched the side of her neck and a wash of cool flooded from the site. Emergency protocols. Drugs flushing her system to wake her up faster, to prepare her to deal with whatever was going on.

Her brain rebooted just in time for her to process the corridor in front of her sloughing away.

The shriek of the alarms redoubled. Maddie had a dizzying, terrifying moment of staring straight forward into the empty, star-spangled abyss before the bulkhead door snapped shut. Detritus torn free by the sudden depressurization dropped to the ground. The gravity drives were on.

page (___RISK IT)

My mind nattered at me as I did so. Why the fuck had Caden decided to run? In all of our dealings with him he’d never bothered. He’d dragged it out, yes, forced Ilya to the point of properly threatening actual bodily harm, but he’d always come through in the end. A combination of threats and bribery normally got us on the same page.

This case was really beginning to piss me off.

I rounded the corner of the building from the main street and nearly ran into Ilya. He looked at me, I looked at him, and he smacked a fist to his forehead.

“Not my fault,” I said quickly. “The fire escape was locked.”

“You are,” Ilya said, “The worst.”

metal (AAH - Haydyn POV)

Officer Flack took a step forward.

“You keep a civil tongue in that mouth or I’ll fucking remove it,” he said.

Verreynne spun back, and that sick smile was even more pronounced. “G’wan then. Give it yer best shot, Officer.”

Flack stepped forward again, then glanced down at Aaron and Haydyn. Something in the line of his jaw tightened. “Verreynne, I’m warning you—”

“Warn all you fucking like, you fucking crack, but why don’t you shut up about it til you grow the balls to actually fucking do it.”

Flack’s hand went to the bolter strapped to his leg. Haydyn clutched at Aaron’s arm with both hands. And Verreynne, back to running his hands over the consoles, murmured in a completely different voice, “Ah. There we go, gorgeous.”

A light switched on above the monitors that covered the front wall.

A moment later another flickered on to the left. Then the right, and again, and again, until a string of glowing green lights encircled the room, throwing colour onto the greys of metal and machinery.

blue (ATN) blame @inkovert for this im back on my bullshit ooops

Ronan's gaze snapped up to him, his blue eyes matching the iciness in Latrell's voice. "You say you were working late? On this... this Nox case?"

The derision and dismissiveness with which he spoke the name rankled Latrell -- another fact he would not examine at a later date -- and he bit back, "The one I'm not allowed to talk about? Yeah."

"Well, maybe we should start talking about it again," Ronan snapped.

"Given this is the way you always react, I--"

"The way I always react? This is not the way I always react, christ Brishan. I think I'm doing pretty well with my reaction."

Latrell opened his mouth to refute that obvious lie, but Ronan raised his voice, speaking across him.

"This is the criminal that's obsessed with you, right? The one who keeps calling you, who for all we know is staking out my fucking house to keep an eye on you?"

Latrell kept his mouth shut. The questions were rhetorical. It didn't matter that he now had a reason to offer regarding Nox's fixation. It didn't matter that he seriously doubted Nox was taking time away from his criminal enterprise to keep an eye on him. It was the first time in a long time Ronan had referred to the apartment as his and not ours.

He nodded, once, jerkily.

truth (ATN)

“I know the lead didn’t end up panning out,” he said, knowing he shouldn’t be speaking, that for him to speak first was out of character, but perhaps it could be forgiven in this circumstance and if he pretended to know nothing about what this meeting was really about that would benefit him, “But there was a good reason to believe—”

“We don’t give a fuck about whatever leads you were following.” Briggs’s voice cut across him effortlessly, measured and cold and abrupt. “We wanna know what you were doing last night.”

Latrell opened his mouth to say I was with my boyfriend, and closed it a heartbeat later.

Because he wasn’t.

Because Briggs was asking about an alibi.

And he didn’t fucking have one.

That was why they’d called in Albie first. They’d already predicted that he’d attempt to use her. And Albie, lord love and loathe her in equal amounts, would not have lied. If the thought had even crossed her mind, she would have pushed it aside, and she would have told the truth. Even if she thought Latrell’s ass was on the line. Compromising procedure was a step too far for her. One she would never take. Under any circumstances.

So at least he hadn’t shot himself in the foot by not bringing her into the loop. Even if he’d asked — even if the thought had occurred to him he’d need to — she wouldn’t have done it. Another cold comfort.

“Not much,” Latrell said, far too many beats too late. “My boyfriend was working late, so I just chilled at the apartment.”

“By yourself?”

Briggs’s implication was so obvious Latrell knew he couldn’t ignore it, no matter how much he wanted to.

[erythrum]

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𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘖𝘯𝘦

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨,𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧,𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦,𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹,𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴,𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝙖/𝙣: 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.9𝘬 +

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘺/𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦

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The boneyard was a melting pot, pogues, tourons, and kooks unalike all gathering for one of the last kegger's of summer. This mash together of kids from all over Kildare and the mainland always ended in chaos, it was just a matter of time before shit went down tonight.

Rafe had his arm thrown around my shoulders as we walked down the path to the boneyard. I could faintly see Topper and Kelce downing the cups of pogue provided beer. Didn’t matter whether or not the kooks or pogues could get along, as long as it was on the cut and alcohol was provided, the teens could get along for a limited amount of time.

“Hey y/n! What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving for college this week?” It was Sarah who yelled out to me, running up to her brother and I in her floral printed dress. Rafe’s arm dropped to his side as she came with Topper not far behind.

“Oh I just couldn’t miss my last kegger before leaving, Duke can wait on me one more day.” The two of us embraced in one of those hugs that has you shifting your weight from side to side. I guess she didn’t realize I wouldn’t leave for college for another month, but I was sure she was already too drunk for me to explain it to her that she was not thinking of the right month.

As Sarah was hanging onto me probably a little too tight, Topper was giving Rafe one of those looks that said everything but also nothing at the same time. Like prior knowledge had to be known to understand the context. I of course did not, those two always had some stupid shit planned and I can almost guarantee it had to do with messing up the pogues’ little party.

The sun hung low on the horizon after I had finished my third cup, the colors illuminating the sky so brilliantly it felt like a fantasy. I stripped off my top and headed for the water, the pinks and purples of the sky reflected in its crashing waters. It was so cold, the temperature sent shivers up my body and a familiar rush in my energy. Almost waist deep now, I submerged my body completely under the water. It was always how I remembered it, calm and refreshing.

“C’mon Rafe! Don’t be a little bitch and get in there, I see the way you look at her,” Topper spewed, pushing his friend to have a little courage.

“Man what the fuck are you even talking about?” Deny everything Rafe thought.

“Oh come on dude, you’ve been making please love me eyes at her since the sixth grade, and please fuck me eyes at her since the tenth, when are you gonna do something about it for once? You’ve got a month to make a move, or regret it your entire life,” Topper continued his monologue as Rafe tuned him out, too distracted by the girl, his girl, staring out into the Atlantic like it was calling to her.

His heart was pounding as he made a B-line for the water, a light jog, but not so fast someone would think he’s crazy, or just madly in love. He swiftly pulled his polo over and off his head before plunging into the chilly water. Topper clearly knew whatever he'd said had worked.

I heard him before I saw him, Rafe approached and submerged himself just as I had a few minutes before.

“If we get hypothermia I'm sending you my hospital bills.” He laughed, wading around in the shallow water.

“Oh shock! Rafe Cameron threatening his medical bill payments? I never could’ve guessed!” We enjoyed our few minutes of peace before talking again.

“But it’s basically impossible anyways, you get use to it after awhile, maybe it’ll calm your hot-headed ass down,” I giggled and prepared for what always came next. Rafe pickup me up around my waist, lifting me over his shoulder before attempting to sprint as fast as he could deeper into the water. His hands had been wrapped around the back of my knees for a few moments until he threw himself and I down into the deeper water, both of us completely submerged beneath the surface.

The sun was dipping below the horizon now, and the deep blue of the sky was beginning to envelop the boneyard. We had come up for air, and I began splashing him with the water around us, payback for his antics. Theres no way in hell I’d be able to throw him down into the water too, this was the best I could come up with. The two of us were laughing before Rafe grabbed my arms and twisted me around so my back was flesh against his front. I gave up on trying to fight him off. Instead I just rested against him in an attempt to catch my breath.

“Hey Rafe, can we talk about something?” Oh fuck she knows, he thought. This was gonna be it, it’s going to fuck up his entire plan.

“Yeah, uh sure, like here?” He questioned.

“Maybe not here, I think we’ve got as audience,” he knew she was referring to Topper and Kelce, they were watching from the beach.

"The truck then?" I nodded my head, not at all prepared for the favor I needed to ask of him.

The sand stuck to my feet as we headed back to where his truck was, the chilly air wrapping around my body. Rafe opened the backseat door and pulled out a towel for me, always prepared. He pulled the passenger side door and I slid into the seat, the heat of his car pumping through the interior. My heart was pounding, but I wasn’t sure if his was too. We made it about halfway to tannyhill before speaking.

“Soooo,” he said.

“You’re going to think I’m absolutely crazy, Rafe," I laughed in an attempt to hide my nervousness.

"First of all, you're already crazy, and second of all, I'm pretty sure I know exactly what you're going to say," his hands were clenching the steering wheel harder now.

""Oh really? You already knew that I was going to ask you to take my virginity?" I don't know why, but I just blurted it out.

His car came to a screeching halt on the side of the road, lunging me forward as he stared in disbelief at the road infront of him.

"Im sorry, what did you just say?"

"That I want you to take my virginity? V-card? Cherry? Damn Rafe how else am I supposed to say it?"

"And," there was a pause in his voice like he didn't believe me, "your being serious, correct?"

“Correct.”

“And, come again? I need to hear that one more time.”

“Jesus fuck Rafe, I’m being dead serious, I want you to take my virginity, what about that is so hard to explain?” It came out as more of a yell than a scream, he took a long sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He was thinking long and hard, I knew because he always had something to say, and now he wasn’t saying anything at all. It felt like hours had past before he spoke again.

“Why?”

It was my turn for a long sigh.

“Well, I guess I’ve been thinking about it for awhile, and I want to do it, but whenever I think about it in my head the only person I can see doing it with is you. You’re the only person I trust enough with my own body, I mean shit,” I had to think for a long time before admitting what came next.

“Whenever someone, you know like Scarlet or whoever, asks about who I’m interested in or whatever it may be, not a single person ever comes to mind except you, it’s like all I see when I look at you is you, everything else is like blurred around you and whenever I think about who the love of my life will be, I always think of you, not some mystery guy that I haven’t met yet.” I didn’t plan for this to be a full confession on how I feel about him, but here I am spilling everything I’ve been holding in my heart for the last three years.

“And I know that sounds fucking stupid I know, I mean we’re still teenagers for crying out loud, but when I’m with you it always feels like I’m home.” I was nearly crying at this point, struggling to get the words out of my chest that had been waiting for so long. He was listening, deadly quiet, and I had no idea what he was thinking for once in my life.

“You know what? Just forget about it, can you take me home please?” I was definitely crying now, it felt like I’d ripped my own heart to shreds. Theres no way he could ever feel the same way about me, he protected me like I was his own blood, not like he was in love with me. My face was nestled into the sleeve of my hoodie as the tears came out. His hands had moved back to the steering wheel now, gripping onto it so tight I thought it might break. The muscles in his forearms almost looked like they were twitching, but he still had the car in park.

He wanted to just grab her and kiss her right now, the girl he'd been in love with since the sixth grade sitting in his passenger seat, her seat, confessing her feelings to him. Rafe knew it was alot for her to ask, but it meant even more to him everything that she had said after her original question. And there was no way in hell he was going to let her get away again.

Rafe reached his hand over to hold onto her tear stained cheek.

"y/n," The bother of them were breathing heavily.

"I'm in love with you," it slipped from my mouth and he leaned in to kiss me. It felt like I had a wave of electricity coursing through my body. His hand grasping onto my face as he leaned over the center console. My hand reaching for his chest, his lips on mine as we intertwined with one another. It felt like everything in my life was complete, and the tension has been released. His fingers tangled in my hair.

It was over before I realized it, and Rafe was driving me home. My breathing hadn't normalized in any way, it was like I needed to throw up my heart to get the knot out. I couldn't stop thinking about the way his had felt on me, the way his lips felt on mine, the way it felt for once in my life like I was loved.

"i'll think about it," his voice cracked.

I leapt out of his car as fast as I could with tears streaming down my face. Did he feel the same? Did he not? My brain was spinning so fast I barely made it inside my bedroom door before collapsing. I wrapped myself up in the thick comforter, a heart full of ache and a body exhauster with sleep.

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[silvanable]

Hello! I really like your writing so im here with a request! Lilia, Leona and Riddle with stressed s/o. S/o avoid them and dont want boys to see s/o so weak and pathetic. Thank you for your hard work! <3

hi darling! i’m happy that you like my writing, it really helps me continue knowing that people enjoy what i write despite how chaotic and inconsistent i can be~

i intended to write this before finals but i missed that window for me at least oops.

this was the perfect request for this, especially since i know a lot of people are still facing finals as we wrap up the remainder of the year! thank the stars we’re almost done with this fucked up year!

↪  GUIDELINES

— LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

when it comes to avoiding leona because of stress, he doesn’t always catch on super quick that something is wrong.

really he sees it as his s/o needing space, just like him, and he doesn’t go out of his way to check up on them for a while.

this is especially true if his darling is female, as well all know leona drinks his ‘respects women juice’, so he’s more inclined to give her space.

in any other case, he still believes in giving them space but after a while he will start to pick up on something being wrong.

he starts to notice a pattern with how his darling avoids him in the hall, will see him on the path and turn around, or how they dodge him when he tries to corner them.

the flighty behavior pisses him off the most, because now he cant nap in peace without tossing and turning with them on his mind and what he did to make them avoid him.

would take it the hardest out of everyone at nrc, with his inferiority complex, not being good enough, and all.

would also be the most aggressive on confrontation— not that he would physically hurt them but he might grab their arm just a little too rough or push them against the wall harder than necessary.

he’ll be towering over his s/o as he snarls out a, “am i not good enough for you anymore?”

a mixture of reactions can come from this but the most apparent one, with the building stress of everything, is just for them to start crying.

leona is struck by their tears so abruptly he might actually take a step back, because out of all the things he expected as a response, their broken expression and tears is not one of them.

his darling will be blabbering out apologizes and how they didn’t mean to, how they just didn’t want him to see them like this, and how crowley has been stressing them out and all the trouble with grim and classes as the year began to wrap up was just too much.

all while they are blubbering on, leona is uncertain on how to respond or even really console them.

it’s a moment of softness leona will display as he grabs their hands and pulls them away from their face, offering a hesitant shush.

“you’re ridiculous, herbivore,” he’ll mutter out as he brushes their tears with his thumb, “you could have come to me.”

sure leona would never have been one to offer his help out so willing but this was for them and if they needed help controlling that ungrateful furball, he would help and make ruggie babysit grim.

and he’s not above chewing out the headmaster to get him of his darling’s ass and give them a breather.

“i didn’t want you to think i was weak—”

definitely feels guilt after hearing that, because everything his s/o did was to avoid him because they thought he would think lesser of them.

would tell them to shut up with a grumble and drag them off to the botanical, because obviously they need a break and he needs a nap.

— LILIA VANROUGE

lilia is, out of everyone, the one to catch the shift in his s/o mood the easiest and quickest. something he picked up being alive for so long.

with that lilia is also the one to let them have your space for a time to let them try and sort it out on their own— but the moment he sees how hard they’re struggling he takes a different approach.

lilia confronts you about it but is especially mild, asking if there has been something to upset you and where he was the cause, because he certainly wants to correct his actions if he did do something.

it makes them feel so much more guilt, especially because they should have known that lilia would notice something.

telling him is an effort— it’s no secret that he’s far older than his youthful appearances leads others to believe.

and something as simple as school stress??

it was laughable and pathetic in their eyes when they thought about it in comparison to lilia’s long life...

he coaxes it gently from them nonetheless and finally when they give in, they can barely make it through a sentence without bursting into tears.

it breaks the old fae’s heart to see you come unravelled like that and it hurts even more knowing that you somehow got the impression he wouldn’t care or found it pathetic.

and all the while his darling is staring at the floor, gasping and stuttering between sobs, trying to stop their tears only to cry further

“ah, ah—” he clicks his tongue, gathering up his s/o’s face in his hands so they look at him. his expression uncharacteristically gentle.

“if it was so much trouble, dear, you could have come to me for help,” he reassures them, “i might be old but i think i can manage to learn a few more things if it helps you.”

will crack a lopsided smile at them, stroking the tears from their face with his thumb.

has a lingering feeling of guilt, which is new for him, that they somehow got such a backwards interpretation of him and how much he cares for them.

makes it a point afterwards to remind them from time to time that they can rely on him whenever they need— he’s here for them and wants to support and help them if they’re ever struggling.

— RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

riddle’s strict persona and being such a stickler for rules makes him often far more intense and unapproachable than he actually is.

it’s only worse for his s/o because they’re struggling with classes and keeping up— learning materials absolutely foreign to them and to top it off, the stress of having been thrusted into an entirely new and somewhat terrifying environment.

but of course after learning about the harsh environment riddle grew up in, they feel guilty over being so stressed when they’re probably just not paying attention or dedicating enough time to studying.

since his overblot, riddle has tried to be mellower and more understanding, patient even, but that does not ease the panic in his s/o.

it gets to the point where they are actively avoiding him.

at first it passes him by, but the following days he starts to notice how jumpy his darling is when they see him and how suddenly they’ve completely removed themselves from his presence.

it only finally pushes him to a point to chase them when after classes, he calls out their name when he sees them in the halls and they immediately dart in the other direction.

he literally has to chase them around the whole campus before finally tiring them out and cornering them.

now he’s more than a little hurt and definitely upset.

he’s ready to go off on them when they just burst into tears and crumbled to the floor.

so much for not appearing pathetic...

all and anything riddle was going to say or scold them with flies out the window and he’s suddenly frantic and on his knees hesitant to touch his darling.

“what’s wrong? are you okay? are you hurt?” questions are pouring from his mouth and his mind ins swimming that something is terribly wrong and suddenly he’s worrying if he was the cause of you getting hurt chasing you.

when his s/o finally manages to catch their breath, even as little hiccups between sobs, they’re apologizing and wiping their face with their hands trying to say that they’re fine, “it’s fine, it’s okay.”

he’s immediately shutting that talk down with a, “you are not fine, please talk to me,” he’s begging because he’s worried now.

there’s a silence that settles in between him and his darling as they suddenly find the ground between their legs very interesting...

riddle is surprisingly quiet the whole time, patient uncharacteristically so, and his hands are still hovering out in the open as he’s still deciding whether touch them is okay.

then his s/o speaks up in a small how everything about this world, not knowing if they’ll ever get back home, school, and pretty much anything that has bothered them since waking up in twisted wonderland falls from their lips in a rushed and in a quiet whisper at the end, add how they didn’t want to appear weak and pathetic to him...

finally riddle makes a move, awkwardly, but he moved and pulled his s/o forward into his arms— quick enough it startles them to stiffen up.

will feel endlessly guilty that his darling thought he would think so little of them and their problems, worse that they felt the need to bottle it up and run from him.

he’ll try to be a little sensitive to their needs, offering to study with them to help them understand since he’s got great marks in his classes, and constantly trying to find little ways to show them he really, really does care.

[azucanela]

being sokka’s s/o would include hcs?

BEING SOKKA’S S/O HEADCANNONS [GENDER NEUTRAL!READER]

being zuko’s s/o headcannons | being korra’s s/o headcannons

SUMMARY: being sokka’s s/o from the confession to the marriage

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

WARNINGS: mild lok spoiler, fluff, kissing, do these count as warnings, yeah this is pretty pg man, blood, stab wound, sokka being sokka

A/N: im sick and dying h e l p, but also interact with me im lonely, become and elusive anon idc <3 also wow i have 500 followers??? idk why you all followed me?? but thanks?? hi??

getting into the relationship

oh god 

i see him with a friends to lovers thing where he either flirts with you from the moment he meets you or progressively begins to fall for you and is far to flustered to flirt because woah there why are you so beautiful

if its the former, then he’s probably gonna be ‘joking’ for the most part and you know this, so you two are just playfully flirting all the time until one day he realizes that he wants this to be REAL and panics 

when you flirt the first time he’s flustered, because he’s really just not used to the same level of forwardness that he has himself, but after a while Sokka is gonna get used to it and he’ll just roll with it

but when he realizes he wants more? he’s gonna be flustered all over again, and he’s probably gonna flirt with you signifigantly less, which is gonna cause you to confront him, much to his dismay, because oh no he’s alone with you-

“oh! haha.. hey y/n. yeah i need to go sharpen my boomerang-”

“sokka that’s not something you can do.”

when you confront him, he’s probably gonna be honest with you and tell you how he feels because he really cares for you and just wants you to calm down because no he does n o t hate you

“do you hate me or something now?”

“uh.. it’s the opposite actually you see-”

if its the latter, he’s gonna go from really calm and chill around you, because of the friendly vibes and such like cracking jokes and such, to a complete and utter mess

you two are really close as friends and that isn’t something he wants to mess up but he’s definitely gonna confess at some point because he’s not one to bottle his emotions up and hates how weird things are between the two of you now that he’s realized he likes you

in general i see sokka as a mess around whoever he likes, until he comes to terms with the fact that he likes them, and this likely won’t take long, he’s pretty in tune with his emotions

he’s not gonna wanna ask you out at first, in all honesty, i see sokka’s whole confidence thing as a facade, because in actuality he has really low self esteem and genuinely sees himself as the “extra” member of team avatar because he lacks bending and everyone around him is so talented that he sometimes forgets he is literally super smart and makes all the plans that save their lives on the daily

just things you are too good for him, especially if you are a bender

if you start hinting that you like him too, he is initially gonna think it is a joke until you start getting bold and then it’s gonna hit him like everyone hits the cabbage man’s cart

i can see either of you confessing first, if Sokka does, he’s probably gonna be really bashful and flustered about it, but he’s also gonna try and act cool because thats like his trademark

if you confess first, he’s gonna be in shock temporarily, but then he’s gonna jump right into things because you like him BACK omgomgomgomg 

he’s gonna wanna kiss you right after the confession, and it’ll probably backfire because he got really excited and ended up headbutting you and now you have a bruise forming on your head and a very apologetic sokka oops

in general, quickly recognizes his feelings and confesses shortly after, because he just hates the weird tension even if he thinks he’s the only one feeling it, even though hes NOT

during the relationship

so

a really attentive boyfriend, you will never feel neglected, he’s a very clingy person who gets intimate with you all the time, so if you like affection you got it

kissing him is nice, he’s good at it 10/10 recommend, always wants to hold you as close as possible, prefers a hand on your hip/lowerback and another on your face or neck to pull you closer

if you don’t like affection, he’ll express his love in other ways

for example, cooking, i see sokka as someone who can either cook REALLY well, or not at all. there is no in between. 

genuinely just really wants to make you happy

the type to bully you if you’re in a relationship, pls bully him back, humble this man. he’s gonna roast you but he doesn’t really mean it okay, he’s just doesn’t want things to change between you

loves that his best friend is his lover, would not want it any other way

probably forgets to tell the gaang you are dating and like aang and toph are gonna catch you two kissing or smth and sokka’s just gonna be like oh hey guys and they are both like ???

"when did this happen?”

“wym lol”

if you two are together during the war, he’s gonna wanna be by your side like 24/7 because he does not want you to die, like this lowkey stresses him so much that he will subconsciously, when developing battle plans either put you in the safest possible spot or by his side, and its because he has literally lost so many people he’s care for and now he’s distressed

remind him that he matters and is important to the team, because he forget that sometimes and falls into a mood, where he’s all sad and stuff and it just makes you sad so like

tell him he matters, because he does, tell him he’s great even if he can’t bend, and tell him he is a fantastic and brilliant leader, this will serve as an ego boost though so be prepared to humble him

steal his hair ties and do all of us a favor okay, just steal them, burn them because no littering, just make sure he cannot find them! he will walk around with his hair down in confusion, searching for them before he starts the day

speaking of starting the day, you always wake up first, this man is not a morning person and needs his beauty sleep, definitely have a 17 step skin care routine, change my mind, he is big on self care and will make sure you participate with him because he cares about you

speaking of care he knows you so well since you are his s/o so if he notices something is up he will not hesitate to confront you, and will ask if you want solutions or just someone to listen to

prefers solving the problem though

back to mornings, um have fun waking up to sokka with his hair down that sounds HEAVENLY um

mild lok spoilers but sokka ends up chief, and gets involved in politics over time, so he kinda runs out of time for you a bit until he figures out how to organize his time better, then he gets kinda sad, but he still wants to take you out on dates as often as possible ok no more spoilers

so speaking of dates, sokka wants weekly dates, this is a must, does not care if it is a fancy restaurant, cooking at home, or a picnic. he loves picnics most though, and please notice how food is the common factor here

sokka would never cheat on you but if he did he would cheat with food

arguments aren’t rare, but they are mostly over dumb stuff and you both know its dumb stuff so for the most part its a joke, but sometimes someone takes things too far so then apologies are necessary

like actual argument arguments are mostly rare because sokka doesn’t wanna pick fights with you and he’s fairly passive unless he feels really strongly about something

he can be REALLY MEAN THOUGH AND PETTY like wow sokka will go days without talking to you because of a fight

he can and will apologize first when he realizes the toll its taking on your relationship, probably will apologize first

if you catch him being a misogynist put him in his place :)

 he thinks you are hot when you are angry and might pick a fight with you just for that reason, pls make out with him

marriage n’ stuff

im still waiting for someone to explain what weddings are like guys please

anyways he’s gonna realize he wants to marry you when he nearly dies and is like wow life is really short also lets discuss him losing all the important people he’s loved in his life one more time, he does not want to lose you!!!

ever!!!

so he’s gonna nearly die and then be like i need to propose, like now, i cannot die without being married to the literal love of my life so i should do that literally the moment i get home instead of getting medical attention first

yeah he is the smart one, but he lacks common sense, so i hope you got a LOT of common sense. y’all do be sharing a braincell

stops by a ring shop place, and the moment he just feels like he saw the one, price does NOT matter he has purchased it and is now heading home to you

you on the other hand are PANICKING because what do you mean sokka just ran out of the hospital with no explanation and is nowhere to be found katara

what do you mean you thought he would be h e r e

yes katara went over to your house to see if sokka was there and he is not!!!

yet ;)

there is like a manhunt for sokka and he has yet to notice because mans has tunnel vision and as he opens the door to your shared apartment he does not expect to see a crying katara and oh no-

“SOKKA! YOU’RE NOT DEAD?!”

hes like of course im not dead what the hell

you’re seated standing next to Katara trying to console her when you see sokka and wow you are relieved to see he is not dead or kidnapped

“SOKKA DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW WORRIED I WAS-”

lol he’s kissing you to shut you up how cute, now leave katara you are infringing on an extremely pivotal moment of this relationship

honestly seeing you comforting his sister just makes him love you more and he kinda just wants to marry you 10x more now 

you pull away from the kiss looking at him like what are you doing, and katara is like, “Sokka where the hell were you??? you have a stab wound???” and now you’re like WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH

“stabbed? sokka you need medical attention-”

“to answer your question dear sister, i was getting a ring for your hopefully soon to be sister in law.”

“EXCUSE ME?” you are so confused, katara is confused and is now realizing that she was probably not supposed to be here

sokka is already dropping down onto one knee and pulling out the just bought ring as saying, “marry me!” now he’s high on adrenaline and pain has yet to hit him and he’s kinda just sitting there beaming up at you despite the blood seeping out of him at a rapid rate

“im sorry what?” thats katara girl be quiet they are trying to have a MOMENT

anyways you’re like, “sokka. hospital.”

and he’s like, “answer me first” and he’s giving you a weak lil smile as he realizes how stupid he was and he’s about to stand back up but you put a hand on his shoulder and just nod.

now he’s back to beaming so brightly, and he’s putting the ring on your finger and oh no- he’s passed out. is it from excitement or bloodloss? idk

he also might pass out before hearing you answer and then at the hospital you’re kinda sitting there like, “ARE YOU DUMB STUPID OR DUMB. YOU COULD HAVE DIED.”

and he’s like, “not without hearing your answer” <3<3 heart eyes emojis everywhere

alternatively, he is one of few people i could see having a public proposal, with lots of flowers, a band, fireworks, the whole nine yards

he’s gonna want it flashy

something probably goes wrong and he nearly cries but you say yes anyways and he throws a party after

anyways the actual wedding is preferably public, but if you want a more private one then he does what you want because he loves you most

he is gonna be very active in wedding planning, wants to try the foods and desserts and appetizers and everything especially. wants to do the weird stuff like picking napkins with you and flower arrangements and all that stuff i think this happens idk someone please inform me

this stuff just makes him fall in love with you more tbh, and he’s just so so sure he wants to marry you 

his vows will make HIM cry, like he is going to cry when he sees you walk down the aisle, he’s going to cry when he reads his own vows, and he’s going to cry when you read your vows, it doesn’t matter if they are lowkey bad

makes jokes in his vows because he is a nerd but can barely reach the punchline because he is in tears

fr though he is just so happy to be marrying you and wow you look REALLY GOOD in whatever you are wearing um damn okay you really went off

married life with sokka is elite ngl, mans cooks for you, he probably cleans sometimes, but otherwise chores are fairly divided 

he spoils you

overall sokka is a real great s/o and he gives you everything you deserve and yeah marry sokka 2020 everyone deserves a sokka 

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[k0kichiimagines]

Omfg board games with the RFA IM CRYING AJDBWJDH-

ALSO PLEASEEE I COULD RAMBLE FOR SO SO LONG ABOUT EVERYTHING IN THIS GAME MUAHAHAHAHABAH

One of my favorite headcanons is the Choi twins playing video games together. Remember how in the hospital Saeran threw the gaming console at someone? ;-; but that moment with Saeyoung saying that games are fun and leaving it beside him so he could play as well I'm- omg the feels ajdbabdbwbs

ALSO

THE WHOLE RFA PLAYING THOSE VIDEO GAMES WHERE EVERYONE CAN PLAY- Y'KNOW THOSE PARTY ONES- MARIO PARTY WAS IT? 😭😭😭

I can imagine Yoosung being kinda decent, Zen and Jumin are always arguing but it's low-key funny, Jaehee is tired but she has fun playing with everyone, Saeyoung is OVERDRAMATIC AND IT'S F U N N Y AS FUCK- and Saeran just goes with everything, thinking that you and Jaehee are probably the most normal ones here lmfao

CAN YOU IMAGINE VANDERWOOD JOINING TOO?? He would be so done with everything but still crack some sarcastic jokes I'M-

I like to think that he visits often or even lives with the Choi twins and you akdhahdhsh I like to imagine him one day joining the RFA as well.

IMAGINE HIM AND SAEYOUNG IN THE CHATROOMS LMFAO AJDBAJDHSHSB HE IS SO DONE BAHAHAHAHAHA

Vanderwood actually gets along with you so he might usually talk to you or even Saeran the most lmao, IMAGINE THEM GETTING REVENGE ON SAEYOUNG FOR THE PRANKS HE DID BAHAHAHAHA

Also I agree with the after ending. It kinda made me sad that the RFA didn't really talk much and everyone went their separate ways but they are all okay and you basically live with the Choi twins somewhere away. I personally like the Secret Endings more because the RFA is still together and does more parties in the future tho V ;-;

Goshhh don't even get me started on V in the Secret Endings, I was low-key so sad. Y'know that image where he tries to see but became blind? Y'know where he is on his knees and looks in front of him- THAT SHIT HURT LIKE A BITCHHHHH

Then I play the other stuff where he is still there and man, playing his route made me kinda sad, especially this image here

HIS VERY SMALL SMILE-

He can be so so cute sometimes AND THE WAY PEOPLE DRAW HIM GAHHHHHHHHHHHH AHDBAHDHAHDHAHDHAHS /POS

While I'm extremely satisfied with the Secret Ending, I do wish V was still there :< but at least it also had a happy ending. Saeran is trying to heal and the RFA continues forward!

I'm fighting the urge to throw scenarios I have-

FINE IM GONNA THROW ONE IN-

Can you imagine the whole RFA going to the beach together?? Like that one image:

But Saeran and pretty much Vanderwood joins as well? :O

I feel like Saeran with Vanderwood might just watch from the side as everyone else plays in the water and even volleyball haha

Also the Summer Seasonal Chats are so fucking funny, I was in tears from laughing so hard 😭✋

I WANNA JOIN THEM SO BADLY REEEEEEE

BUT BUT BUT IMAGINE SAEYOUNG AND SAERAN EATING ICE CREAM WHILE SITTING TOGETHER ON THE WARM SUN AND WATCHING THE CLOUDS, KNOWING THEY BOTH ARE FREE AND EVEN TALKING GAHHHHHHHHHHHH

ANNA CALM DOWN-

N O-

LMAOO MARIO KART / PARTY W THE RFA THAT WOUKD GET SP CHAOTIC

I hc yoosung is good at video games, but terrible at some board games JSHDND

vanderwood have to be ' forced ' into playing,, i hc him as having the kind of relationship of begrudging older brother to saeyoung, he definitely visits sometimes!! hes closed off, but slowly speaks more

Vs story is so sad :( sometimes when i think about the reset theory i had anothet theory of rika being the original mc but perhaps just in a platonic sense for some and then romantic for jumin and v (jumin just because there was a potential implication of feelings),, and therefore rika is the one who is kind of altering the game?? a bit like monika,, it reminded me of when someone said the game almost wants you to think v is the villian, when hes the victim,, a this probably makes no sense lol

anyways! i do think v is such an interesting tragic hero,, i like to think you, saeran and saeyoung just take a year, maybe two, just travelling and doing whatever, then come back to the RFA,, and then maybe a year or two after that a very healed V returns. it would be awkward, and im not sure if the twins or jumin, or even yoosung, would accept him back. maybe they would, it might take a strained relationship for a few years,, hes also v pretty ur right

the twins are only 20, they have hopefully years ahead of them both <3

WHAT ALSO MAKES ME SAD IS THAT SAEYOUNG AND V NEVER GOT TO TALK IN HIS ROUTE??? v died before saeyoung got to know everything, and he was passed out anyway,,, pain

YES I LOVE TJE IDEA OF THEM AT THE BEACH saeyoung and mc / you are going to have to teach saeran how to swim, he's never done it before

saeyoung pushes yoosung into the pool, he probably tries it to Vanderwood LMAODJFJ

YES THATS SO SWEET,, THEY GET TO ENJOY THEIR FREEDOM NOW, AND THERES NO RUSH EITHER,,

when saeran learns how to swim i can see him enjoying splashing people sometimes, he splashes saeyoung

but yes vanderwood is just observing, it would take convincing to get him to join,, but jumin oftens seems to like to sit back, so he keeps him company

maybe vanderwood would go if jumin gave him ideas of cat projects </3 poor jumin no one (but saeyoung) wants to listen to his cat projects

[whittakerjodie]

The Reader, The Timelord, and the Wardrobe (13th Doctor  X Reader)

Request:  13th x Reader Prompt- Stuck in the Tardis/ Storytime with Props from the Wardrobe -bonus points for lots of hats -Double Points for silly/sfw wardrobe malfunction

Words: 3k

Warnings: too much fluff, kinda crack at some points but thats what makes it fun!

A/N: This got kinda off of the prompt so im sorry! The inspiration was high for this one, thoguh, thank you for sending in a request and I hope that you enjoy this!!!!!1 

   You dropped the sweater you were wearing onto the floor, letting the TARDIS take care of it. It was currently 9 o’clock at night (at least, it was according to the cheap watch you’d brought with you last time the Doctor picked you up) and you still had yet to settle on an outfit for the Doctor’s next surprise; the day had been full of them, but according to the timelord she’d saved the best for last. You were supposed to dress “comfortably.” Despite her instruction, you still wanted to dress nicely for her- which made the outfit selection process a lot more difficult as the signals mixed. 

“You almost ready?” The Doctor asked eagerly. She was sitting on a staircase down from where you were to give you privacy. You had no idea where the staircases lead, but the TARDIS wardrobe seemed to be full of them. More closets, perhaps? 

“Not quite” You said with a frown. “Are you sure you can’t just pick something out for me?” 

There was a pause and, for the briefest of moments, the worry that you’d said something wrong. The Doctor cleared her throat and gave a small chuckle. “Not sure my fashion sense would be best this time round” 

“Pleaaaaaaaaaasssssseeeeee?” You whined, kicking the pile of discarded clothes aside in defeat. “It could be another fun birthday surprise!” 

The selling point worked and the Doctor stood from her sitting place. You covered yourself with a rob that had miraculously appeared on a hanger near you as she ascended the stairs. 

“Alright, if you insist” She murmured with a playful roll of her eyes, avoiding you with them. 

“Well it is my special day” You answered back. She flashed you a split-second smile and began shifting through the infinity of clothes contained- if contained was even a word that could be applied to such a space - the wardrobe. 

You took a seat on a couch in the corner, admiring the crystalline walls. According to the Doctor, the wardrobe and hallways always changed to match the console whenever the space-time machine deemed it time for a remodel. Running your fingers over the wall, your mind drifted to possible earlier versions of the rooms, similar to your late night musings about the Doctor’s previous personalities. 

“Here,” she said, breaking you out of your focus. In her left hand she held a pair of jeans and thick snow boots. The boot matched the geometric designed multicolored winter jacket in her right hand, and the hat she was also trying to cling on to. 

“Good?” She asked, pulling matching mittens off of an unseen surface and between her teeth (the only method of display she had left) You laughed at her ridiculous position, deciding to toy with her a little further. 

“Sorry, Doctor, what was that?” 

“Iz thwis gwood?” Came her muffled repeat, garbled by the garment she had shoved into her mouth. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from ruining the game so soon. 

“Sorry, still didn’t catch that” The Doctor took a deep breath, preparing to respond, when one of the mittens fell out of her mouth. The soft impact broke through your willpower and you let out a loud laugh- one that was only encouraged by the Doctor’s annoyed expression. 

“Special day!” You used as armor. She picked the mitten off the floor and dumped her selections onto the couch next to you, setting her hands on her hips. 

“Very funny. Now get dressed, the ice lakes of- oh! Not supposed to say that. Don’t worry, though, that’s not the whole surprise!” She laughed nervously. “Alright… I’m going to … sit over there. “ 

She returned to her stair seat, huffing and mumbling under her breath about “Almost ruining it” You shrugged and started to pull on the pieces, sighing at the comfort that the thick winter jacket gave you. Ice lakes, hmm? It only took a few minutes and you were fully clothed, running your hands over your new outfit. It fit you perfectly, the colors complimenting your natural features well. 

“Thanks for helping her out, old girl” You whispered to the mirror in front of you. The lights grew a little brighter in response and you smiled. 

“Alright! All dressed” You cheered. The Doctor stepped in front of you again, grinning. 

“You look brilliant. Guess my talents were useful after all.” 

“For sure,” You chuckled. She held out her arm and you linked yours with it, nerves buzzing at the gesture and proximity. You experimentally reached your free hand towards her to rest it on her bicep, which, to your surprise, was quite established. The timelord adjusted to the touch immediately, leading you towards the doors of the wardrobe room. Like all TARDIS doors, they slid open when one approached. Or, more accurately, they should have slid open when you approached. The Doctor’s smile turned into a frown and she stepped back, taking you with her, then stepped forward again. 

The door did not budge. 

The Doctor chuckled, face relaxed, but there was a hint of nervousness to her tone. “Sure it’s just the old girl forgetting to open it. See?” She stepped closer and the door still did not open. You felt a mix of amusement and your own nervousness rise within you. 

“Uh, it’s still not opening.” 

“Yeahhhh….” The Doctor trailed off, pursing her lips. “Maybe she’s doing maintenance down that way. Lets try another” 

She pulled you towards another one of the doors available, re-establishing her grin. Once again, as the two of you approached, the door stayed closed. The Doctor’s grin did not fall; instead it stayed, although obviously forced. “Just need to try again, of course!” 

So the two of you went down each pathway and stairwell, up to each and every door displaced in the wardrobe room, until only one remained with the possibility of success. 

“Just the old girl having fun with us for your birthday, right?” the Doctor grumbled through gritted teeth. Your arms were no longer linked, hers crossed tightly against her chest. Yours were rolling the zipper of the winter jacket between two fingers, wondering if you should take it off. It was getting awfully hot in the room, and the sour attitudes slowly being adopted did nothing to help. 

“Doctor, I’m sure that's the case,” You tried to calm her down. “Look, we singled it down to one door. Obviously it’s this one”

However, as you stepped closer, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had just jinxed things. Your fingers clenched into fists in your anxiety, the Doctor tensing as well. One last door. One last door. 

You were 10 feet away, and the door had not budged. 9 feet. 8 feet. 7 feet. 6 feet. 5 feet. 4 feet. 3 feet. 2 feet. And finally, 1 foot away. The Doctor hit her forehead against the door, groaning obnoxiously. Your limbs went limp, and your own groan matched the timelords. 

“I don’t understand!” The Doctor cried, pushing on the door.

“It’s not push,” You offered, and she glared at you. You awkwardly lifted your wrist to check the time. It was already 10 pm. The two of you had spent an entire hour out of the limited birthday hours left simply trying to leave a room. The Doctor cemented her feet and pushed against the door horizontally, grunting and groaning with the sheer effort. You knew that it was no use, trying to fight a time machine. 

“Doctor,” You said softly. 

“I will get us out of here,” She groaned, straining harder. 

“Doctor!” You yelled. She jumped in surprise and nearly fell to the floor. You offered a hand and lifted her back up. “It’s okay. Just try and think of what’s happened. If you don’t know we could always wait it out. I’m sure the TARDIS will sort it” 

The Doctor nodded, reaching to tuck her hair behind her ear. You completed the task for her and she grabbed your hand, bringing it back down by her side. 

“I’m sorry that this is happening. Such a waste of time. Hopefully there’s still time for the ice lakes.” 

“We’re in a time machine, Doctor. There’s always time for the bone lakes.” You said, squeezing her hands reassuringly. She lifted yours to her mouth, giving it a soft kiss as you pulled her back towards one of the couches so the two of you could sit and think. 

“But it won’t be a special birthday surprise” She whispered mournfully. You shook your head as she took a seat next to you, flopped over the couches surface with a frown. You scooted over so that her arm was practically over your shoulders, leaning into her side. 

“We’ve still got time left. 2 hours, according to my watch.” 

“You still have one of those?” The Doctor asked. You flashed the timepiece, letting her examine it. “Interesting. Most people who’ve traveled with me get rid of them. But I’ll add watches to the list of potential presents for the future.” 

“You don’t have to get me anything,” You laughed, as her fingers wrapped around your wrist in a not so subtle attempt to measure what size of watch she should shop for. 

“Of course I do,” She whispered. You realized how close the two of you were, leaning into one another. It was wonderful, despite the fact that your rising body temperature and winter coat combining to make everything feel utterly 

“I really need to get out of this coat,” You groaned. The Doctor’s eyes widened and you laughed, pushing yourself up off the couch and walking over to one of the clothing racks, hiding behind it so you could change. 

“I’ve had an idea!” The Doctor called from her place on the couch. You threw the coat across the room, thankful to be freed from your role as a hot pocket. The mittens and hat went next, followed by the snow boots. 

“Oh?” You inquired, unlacing them and setting them against the wall (deciding throwing them was not a safe option) When the timelord didn’t answer, you raised a brow. Keeping the jeans, you pulled a random shirt off of the clothes rack and pulled it over your head. 

“I visited Midnight and all I got was this lousy T-shirt?” You read, laughing to yourself. “What’s Midnight?” You asked. Once again, you got no response. With the TARDIS already malfunctioning once, you didn’t want to take any chances- what if she had misplaced the Doctor herself? You leapt out from behind the clothing rack. 

Thankfully, the Doctor was still stuck with you. Or, at the very least, you assumed it was the Doctor. Her entire body was hidden underneath a very large panda costume. You blinked, unsure of how to react. 

“Um. Doctor?” 

She laughed underneath the costume, shoulders shaking. “Just because we can’t go watch the great Stavron migration under the ice lakes doesn’t mean we can’t have fun! I thought a little bit of dress up would do the trick.” 

You laughed with her, poking the costume curiously. “When people say dress up I imagine fancy suits and dresses- where’d you even get this?” 

“I’ll never reveal my secrets!” She yelled. “Hang on” 

You watched her disappear behind a clothing rack, the Panda costume thrown across the room and landing in an awkward heap. A few more clothes followed suit before the Doctor emerged again, dressed from head to toe in a mish-mash of patterns and colors, topped off with a large brimmed red hat. 

“Doctor,” You laughed, “Come on, what’s all of this?” 

“A laugh!” She said, tipping her obnoxious hat in your direction. She smirked. “Looks like it’s working, hmm?” 

She disappeared a couple more times, with a different extravagant outfit each time. A three piece suit with a cowboy hat pattern accompanied by an actual cowboy hat, which reached the ceiling. A Zygon costume with a pink tutu to (not) match. Every single one made you laugh harder, until you had to hold your stomach to stop yourself. At some point she’d taken the knitted chicken hat she found and pulled it on top of your head with a mischievous smile. 

You were out of breath and your jaw ached, but it was the best pain you’d ever felt. The Doctor, realizing she’d pushed you past giggling limits, jumped back onto the couch next to you. She was currently wearing a large rainbow sweater with far too many enamel pins to count, pants that were striped in blue and pink, clown shoes, and a pair of fluffy mouse ears. 

“Doctor... “ You whined. “Where do you even find these clothes” 

“All sorts of places!” She said, feigning offence. “You don’t like the sweater?” 

“I love the sweater.” You reassured her. You lifted your wrist again. 10:30 pm. The Doctor frowned at the clock's face. 

“Do you want to check the doors again?” She asked softly, searching your face for any sign of discontent. 

“No,” You whispered, shaking your head. If you went around checking all of them again, it would likely lead to more disappointment and you only had so little time on your birthday left. “Will you tell me some stories to pass the time instead?” 

“Are you sure? We might miss out on the ice lakes for your special day” You smiled at the Doctor’s adorable frown and her concern. You placed a hand on her cheek, using her thumb to smooth the frown upward into a smile. 

“Doctor, you’ve already made today- and everyday- beyond special. You could sit here with me for the rest of eternity doing nothing and it would be all I could ever ask for.” 

“Y/n,” She murmured, her gaze softening and form relaxing. “You’re far too kind. Anything you could ever ask for, really?” 

You stared up into her hazel eyes, the ones that held an infinity of experience and knowledge, and offered an endless landscape of color and love, and your smile grew. No present, or memory, or trip could ever equate to the women you held in your hands and your heart. “Well,” You began, biting your lip. “I was thinking I could ask you for a kiss as well.” 

The Doctor’s eyes widened briefly but she gave no hesitation in her nod, which was eager. You sighed in relief and closed the distance between the two of you, absorbing every spark you felt as your lips met. The Doctor pressed more eagerly, and you carefully wound your arms around her neck to hold her tighter. The Doctor, trying to figure out what to do with her own hands, explored the area around your shoulders as you broke away for a quick, deep breath, before kissing her again. 

Her hands moved upward to cradle your head, and for a moment, you felt a slight bit of pressure against what would be the comb of the chicken’s head when a chicken cry rang throughout the room. 

The Doctor pulled back, mortified. 

“Uh- what the fuck was that” You stammered, face still red from the Doctor’s being pressed against it. 

“There- There’s a button there. For the noise, and I pressed it,” She answered quickly, face draining of blood. You blinked, unsure of how to respond. Your hands were still wrapped around the Doctor’s neck, which you could feel heating up. Deciding the situation was simply too incredible, you involuntarily let out a loud bark of a laugh, slapping one of your hands to your mouth to try and cover it up. 

The Doctor watched with eyes as wide as saucers as you lost it, trying to stop yourself. 

“I- I had no idea that was there! I swear! I’ve worn it before and everything and it’s never-” 

“Doctor,” you chuckled. “Doctor it’s fine, if anything it’s hilarious” 

“I didn’t imagine our first kiss being hilarious,” She said with a huff. Your face went slack. 

“You didn’t.. Imagine?” The Doctor avoided your gaze, adjusting her sweater. 

“N-Not that I imagined our first kiss of course, that would be weird. Right?” Her eyes shot back to you, brow furrowed. 

“Not at all.” You responded. You reached up to toy with the strands of the chicken hat, taking your chance to admit your own wishes “I imagined it too…” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Couple times.” 

“Was it?” 

“Was it what?” 

“What you imagined.” 

“Not exactly,” You admitted. “But I liked it. A lot.” 

“Oh!” The Doctor breathed, scratching the back of her neck. “Good. That’s always good.” 

“Do you know what would be better?” 

“What?” 

“Another one.” You pleaded, pouting. The Doctor grinned and dipped downward to capture your lips once more. Before they could meet you placed a single finger inbetween the two of you, preventing the contact. It was the Doctor’s turn to pout, looking adorably confused. “Another one after you tell me a story.” 

“Why can’t I kiss you now and then again after the story” She whimpered. You considered what she’d said, trying not to break. “Because it’s my birthday and I say so?” You offered. “Now tell me a story. One about a crazy adventure, and don’t spare a single detail.” 

“Alright, I suppose I can’t refuse a request on your birthday. Even if it’s not a birthday surprise I’ll do my best to make it happen; I’m amazing at stories.” She leaned back against the couch, offering her arm for you to slide under. You accepted it, cuddling into her side. 

She told more than one story, her voice soft and her eyes looking off into the distance, lost inside the memories she was describing to you. If you found yourself awake enough to latch onto your words, you could almost slip into them yourself. Five stories in, you spared one last glance at your watch. 11:58. 

Deciding it was good to call your birthday over with, you allowed your eyelids to shut. You felt the Doctor  kiss you once more, on the forehead, before letting you drift away in her arms. Though the day hadn’t gone as expected, you couldn’t have wished for anything else.

[mossyvil]

Hello! Congrats on 500! May I please have a BNHA match up. •Im 5" 0, female, straight •Baby face, freckles, long pink hair, and slim thick figure •Im pretty loud, a crack head, I love having fun and going on adventures •I low key get flustered easily also I will burn down a house cause of a spider- •I love baking, dancing, singing, playing the harp, playing video games, and doing stupid things •I am also super touchy, I don't know how to keep my hands to myself and have no shame-

Tysm!! I matched you with Denki

How you get together:

He sets up a whole scavenger hunt for you around UA and it involves everyone in class 1A handing you the next clue. Eventually it leads you to a quiet area where Denki’s waiting for you, and he asks you out. You guys play video games (he provides the power to the console lmao). Then he grabs your hand and goes around bragging about “his amazing girlfriend” to anyone that will listen.

What dates are like: 

He LOVES to bake with you even though hes horrible at it

if a new game comes out that he knows you’re looking forward to you’ll have a game night and play it together

somehow makes annoying Bakugou together a date

not really a date but he begs you to play the harp for him and he falls asleep within minutes lol

loves to put on a movie and cuddle with you for hours bc he also cant keep his hands to himself lmao

if you ever need to redye your hair he tries to help but he has to stop bc he gets the dye everywhere

Your wedding/being married to them:

Denki somehow manages to code a scene from your favorite game and proposes through that. It took him forever but it was definitely worth it. He invites everyone you know to the wedding and its so chaotic but so much fun. The reception it pretty much a rave and he twerks on you at one point and later swears you to secrecy. As a husband he’s constantly looking out for you. Even if you aren’t a hero he still makes sure to check up on you as often as he can because hes secretly terrified of losing you. Asks you to teach him to play the harp one day and he’s actually really good at it. If he notices you’re having a bad day he puts on your favorite song and dances around the kitchen with you. 10/10 would recommend 

[orange-waterfalls]

It's Not A Joke

Captain Magnum x gender neutral!reader

@sierracolorstheworldofwords ty for the request!

A/N: The ending was a bit rushed because I wanted to get it done before I went to sleep and it is almost midnight,,, so,,, uh Rated T for swearing. Magnum being an oblivious FUCK and reader getting tired of his bullshit. Fluff. Slight angst at some points. This one's a bit short, sorry. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1.9k

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You stare at Captain Magnum and sigh. He was so wonderful… he was fun, handsome, not to mention tall…

It's really no surprise you have a crush on him.

Every single person on the crew knows of your little crush, and you know that they know. It was obvious! You'd always stutter around him, you blushed whenever he complimented you, and you did everything he asked of you immediately and without question. Everyone knows.

Except, of course, the captain himself.

Everyone was surprised he didn't know, including you. You thought you were being pretty open about it. Granted, you hadn't actually told him yet, but he probably should've figured it out by now. For a pirate captain, he was pretty dumb.

"Really? Again?" Magnum's previous first mate asks. You'd started talking to him after you were made first mate, and you two got along. You both could complain about the captain to each other. You also learned his name was First Mate John. Well… just John now. You'd have to help him come up with a pirate name soon. You were a pretty shy person, but you were less so around John. You felt like you could be comfortable around him.

"Yes, again. What else am I supposed to do?" You scoff.

"I dunno... tell 'im?"

"If he hasn't figured it out by now, I'm not sure I want to," you both laugh.

"Fair enough," he smirks, 'but are ye at least gonna drop some hints or somethin'?" You slowly turn your head towards him.

"What do you think I've been doing the last 3 months?" You joke. He snorts and pats your shoulder.

"Best o' luck t' ye, kid," he chuckles. You give him a small wave goodbye and go back to looking at Magnum. He stands up from his spot on the stair leading to the wheel and starts walking over to you. You go into a mini panic as your heart speeds up and you go back to mopping the floor.

"First Mate Y/N!" He booms. You flinch at the volume.

"H-Hi captain," you stutter, avoiding his gaze, "W-What can I do for you?" He sets a strong hand on your shoulder and you buckle under the strength, your face heating up.

"I was wonderin' if ye would like t' be in charge o' th' next lootin'," he explains, "Ye've been here a while 'n I reckon ye could do it." Your eyes widen and you look up at him. That was apparently a bad idea because you were unable to form actual words after that.

"We, uh… I do.. I mean I'd… um…" you sputter out. He looks at you worriedly.

"Ye alright? Ye look unwell…" he reaches out and feels your forehead. You almost instantly pull away from him. He frowns.

"Ye're burnin' up, mate! Are ye sick?" He gently sets a hand on your head. You duck away, dropping your mop.

"I'm fine!" Your voice cracks, "I'm perfectly okay I just uh… I need to rest a bit is all! Yeah…" you speedwalk to the cabin you share with John and shut the door.

Magnum stands in the middle of the deck, feeling very confused.

"That was strange," he said to himself, "I wonder wha' th' problem be…"

--

About half an hour passed and you were sitting in your bed, your face in your hands. You went over the interaction several times in your head, feeling the same amount of embarrassment and shame each and every time. John walks into your shared room, looking smug.

"I reckon that went well, don't ye?" He teases.

"Shut up…" you groan.

"If he didn' know ye liked 'im afore, he oughta know now."

"And if he doesn't, I'm throwing myself overboard." John laughs and sits on your bed. You peek at him through your fingers.

"Kid, I mean no offense towards th' cap'n, but he's a moron. At least when it comes t' feelin's," you snort in agreement. "Ye needs t' tell 'im directly if ye wants 'im t' know." You remove your hands from your face and sigh.

"Ok… I'll tell him…" you pause. "Later…" John smiles at you.

"There we go," he consoles. He thinks for a moment, wondering what could take your mind off things, before speaking again. "So, the other day, what were you saying about a heist?"

--

That night, you walk out of your cabin, your knees shaking. John had given you another pep talk, along with a couple other crewmates. You felt a little better, but it didn't really help with your anxiety. Your heart is beating so fast you were afraid it would stop. Your palms are oh so very sweaty, and your legs have gone numb at this point. You barely feel them carrying you over to the captain, who was at the wheel. You stand next to him for five minutes, waiting for him to notice you're there. Eventually, he does.

"Ah! First Mate!" He bellowd. You flinch. "Wha' can I do fer ye?" You take a deep breath in.

"I have something to tell you, captain," you say shakily. Neither of you say anything for a while, and you wonder if he heard you.

"Well? Go on then!" He instructs.

"R-Right… ok… um…" you stammer. You keep playing with a button on your shirt, trying to think of what to say. You can feel his eyes on you and it made you even more nervous. Why did you let them talk you into this? You weren't ready! You couldn't do this. You… you…

You look to the side and see John watching you from behind the mast. He gives you a thumbs up. You respond with a smile and he leaves, decided to let you do this on your own. You take a deep breath and…

"I like you, captain," you blurt out. Magnum doesn't respond and you get scared.

"Be that all?" He laughed, "well, I like ye too!" You blink and look up at him. His face didn't seem to change very much. You're about to smile, but pause.

"Captain… I don't think you understand me…"

"O' course I do! I be yer cap'n, ye're part o' me crew, o' course we like each other!" You stare at him.

"That's not what I meant,"

"Oh? 'n wha' did ye mean?"

"I meant…" you pause, wondering if you should just give up. No. You made it this far. Finish it. you command yourself.

"I meant I love you." You say. He looks at you, eyebrows furrowed. "Like… I'm in love with you." You continue, hoping he gets it. He's quiet for a moment before laughing.

"That's real funny, Y/N!" He chortles. You stare at him before letting out a laugh.

"Yeah. Ok. Sure. Yeah, of course. That's fine. I don't even care! That's fucking fantastic!" You grumble. He stops laughing and looks at you.

"That's some language… are ye ok?" He asks. You start walking back to your cabin.

"Yeah, I'm ok! Of course I'm ok! Why wouldn't I be ok?!" You yell and slam your door. Magnum stands there, wondering what just happened.

John opens the door a couple minutes later and walks in.

"Ahoy bud… Ye alright?" He asks gently.

"I don't want to talk about it," you growl.

"Aw, bud…"

"It's not even the fact that he doesn't like me! It's the fact that he laughed! Why would he do that?" You lamented. John set a hand on your shoulder. He's about to say something to try and make you feel better, but he stops.

"Wait… he laughed?" John asks.

"Yeah… why?"

"Would you mind telling him again tomorrow?"

"What? Why the hell would I do that?"

"I want to test something. Please?" He begs. You look at him and sigh.

"Fine… this better be good…"

--

You and the rest of the crew sit and tell stories. Most of the stories are coming from Magnum, but you're not really listening. He notices this and tries to tell more interesting stories, or stories that he thinks you'll find interesting. You still refuse to even look at him, so he lets other people talk.

"Tell him. Right now," John whispers. You sigh and turn to look at Magnum. He leans forward a bit, wanting to hear what you have to say.

"I love you, captain," you say confidently. The whole crew looks at you, and then at Magnum.

"You made that joke last night, Y/N," he laughs.

"It wasn't a joke," you say. His smile falls. The crew decides that it would be a good time to leave, and that's exactly what they do.

"Wha'?"

"It wasn't a joke."

"Wha' do ye mean?"

"I mean I do love you, captain. I'm in love with you. I would like to be in a relationship with you…" your face heats up and you start sweating. God, why were you saying this? Maybe this was the only way he'd understand…

You look up at him and see a confused look on his face. Oh, fuck it… you think.

"I want a relationship with you. I want to hug you and kiss you and hold you close. I want to make you smile and I want to be your shoulder to cry on if you need me to. I want to whisper sweet nothings to you as we fall asleep. I want you to let me love you." You explain, heart racing. Both of you are silent for a minute. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for rejection.

"Oh…" he says, uncharacteristically soft. "I… love ye too…" you look at him. He's looking at you, a slight blush on his face.

"You… you do?" He nods a bit. "Then why in the name of Davy Jones did you think it was a joke?!" You shout.

"I didn' know ye'd like me back! I thought ye liked John!"

"What do you mean you thought I liked John?"

"I mean I thought ye liked John!"

"WHY WOULD YOU THINK I LIKED JOHN?!"

"I DUNNO, YE SEEM COMFORTABLE AROUND 'IM, I THOUGHT THAT MEANT YE LIKED 'IM!"

"Oh my God…" you rub the bridge of your nose. "Why did you think I'm always so nervous around you?"

"I thought... y'know... ye found me intimidatin'..."

"Of course I find you intimidating that doesn't mean I don't like you."

"Oh…" He rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Uh... Sorry I was so ignorant t' yer... Affection…" you chuckle at the apology.

"Sorry I didn't tell you sooner," you both sat there, just looking at each other.

"So uh… should we… should we kiss?" He asks nervously.

"Only if you want to. We don't ha-" you're cut off by his lips settling onto yours. You put your hands on his shoulders to keep you upright. He puts his hands on your neck, tilting your head to where he's comfortable.

"Awww!" Multiple voices say from behind you.

"Get a room!" John calls out. You pull away and bury your head in Magnum's shoulder, your face burning.

"Oi! If ye all aren't swabbin' th' deck in th' next five seconds, ye're walkin' th' plank!" He commands. The crew all scramble to get to work. You sigh and pull back to look at him.

"I'm… gonna go help them…" you murmur with a blush. He sighs.

"Ah, okay... We'll... Continue later," he states. You smile and walk away, grabbing your mop. As you mop, you glance at Magnum, seeing him watch you with a lovesick grin on his face. John, also holding a mop, slides up next to you.

"So, when's th' weddin'?"

"Shut up, you fuck!"

the ending is so obviously rushed I'm sorry lol

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The Definition of a Fling

Masterlist

Chapter 21 - Chapter 22 - Chapter 23

I Never Regretted Meeting You

By the time Amber woke up, TJ was still napping. She hugged and greeted Cyrus before going out to get something to eat. Everyone was hungry, but someone had to stay with TJ in case he woke up. Cyrus ended up volunteering to stay since he had spent the least time there and the most time in the cafeteria.

So there he was, sitting next to TJ resting in the hospital bed. He found it hard not to gaze at the boy and study his faint freckles. His long eyelashes. His poor busted lips.

He wanted to kiss them better.

Cyrus continued to stare at TJ’s peaceful expression until he began to stir. Cyrus arose in panic. TJ let out a slight groan as he turned his head towards Cyrus. He eventually fluttered his eyes open. TJ raised his eyebrows in shock. Cyrus stood frozen in place. All of a sudden, the fears of TJ still hating him came back to haunt him. TJ slowly sat up on the bed, then looked down at his hands.

Silence.

Too much silence for Cyrus to bear. He stepped forward, causing TJ to turn his head towards him.

“How are you feeling?” Cyrus whispered, fearing to speak louder. TJ rubbed his right knuckles as he looked down again.

“O-Okay,” TJ croaked. Hearing the hoarseness of his voice was all it took for Cyrus to start crying. TJ looked up at Cyrus just in time to see a silent tear roll down his cheek. That broke him.

“I’m so sorry. For everything. You did not deserve this at all,” Cyrus continued to cry, causing his voice to break.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. This was not your fault,” TJ reassured.

“I just can’t help but feel like I contributed to this. I feel like somehow it’s my fault.”

“Hey no, come here,” TJ whispered raspily, extending his hand out. Cyrus gently took it and was brought closer. “I don’t blame you for anything. This was all my doing-”

“No do not blame yourself! You were knocked out by your own father for fucks sake this was in no way your fault!”

“Okay obviously my dad’s the one to blame,” TJ forced a chuckle but immediately regretted it. He winced at the shock of pain.

“Fuck TJ,” Cyrus cursed, rubbing TJ’s back with his free hand.

“I’m okay.”

“No, TJ. You’re not okay. You’re in pain. You’ve experienced years of internalized homophobia stacked upon physical and mental abuse. How are you really okay?” TJ looked away from Cyrus, trying and failing not to cry. He ended up shaking his head.

“I’ve never been okay. There was no such thing as being okay. I guess I will never know what being okay actually is,” TJ sniffed and used his hospital gown to wipe his cheeks. Cyrus reached out to wipe the rest of the tears off with his thumb.

“Don’t say that. You will.” Cyrus cupped TJ’s cheek, grabbing his attention. “TJ, there is nothing stopping you from being yourself now. You’re surrounded by people who love you for who you are...I love you for who you are..” Cyrus bit his lip timidly. His hand still caressed TJ’s cheek as he waited for his response. TJ closed his eyes.

“Cy…” TJ muttered under his breath.

“I’m sorry.. I was stupid. I should’ve known better.”

“Cyrus,” TJ grabbed a hold of Cyrus’ hands. He pulled him closer to where their eyes were inches apart. “I regret a lot of things. I regret how...our relationship..went down. I regret the choices I made when we were together..” TJ cleared his throat, desperate for what was left of his voice. “Cyrus I never regretted meeting you. I never will. It sucks that we had to go through all of this but...that night at the club, when I first saw you. It was the best night I’ve ever had.”

“I’m so sorry,” Cyrus let out a sob as he fell into TJ’s arms. TJ huffed as he felt a little pain from the sudden hug. He still consoled Cyrus, wrapping his arms around him as tight as he could.

“No I’m sorry. I should have never said those things to you...I still want to be with you.” Cyrus moved up from TJ’s shoulder so he could look at him. TJ stared back, sneaking quick glances of his lips. Cyrus seemed to notice though, as he cupped his cheeks once again. TJ moved his arms down to Cyrus’ lower back gently pulling him closer. Cyrus was sitting on the bed by now. 

He leaned in closer. He gazed into his green eyes that were once clouded with darkness. They twinkled with desperation.

“I really want to kiss you,” TJ breathed out.

“Me too.” Cyrus rubbed his thumb against TJ’s cheek, leaning in even closer so that their lips were barely centimeters apart. TJ shut his eyes. He pulled Cyrus towards him one last time.

Their lips fell into place. What started off as soft and slow escalated into a deep and longing kiss. Warmth immediately spread throughout their bodies. Cyrus could feel TJ’s heart beat against their chests. TJ gently bit Cyrus’ lip, making him giggle. Both of them ended up laughing as they continued to kiss some more. They were both happy, in love, and there was nothing that could ruin it for them. 

Then Marty opened the door and walked in on them.

“Yo what the fuck?!”

“Shit!”

“What the hell dude?!” TJ’s voice cracked.

Andi popped up behind Marty and smirked at Cyrus. If Cyrus was not blushing before, he certainly was then.

“Damn squeaky, I just came here to chill. Didn’t expect to walk into a chick-flick,” Marty pulled out his phone and sat on one of the guest chairs. Andi crossed her arms with an amused expression.

“What are you laughing at?” TJ raised an eyebrow at Andi.

“Shut up, squeaky.”

Note: one! more! chapter! tonight! also yay the angst is over! maybe!

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Two Hands, Twenty Questions

So this was inspired by a sweet lil gif i saw a while ago of David Harbour’s “secret talent”. Im pregnant and horny soooooo....

Fair warning, this is ALL SMUT. NO PLOT. 18 PLUS ONLY.

“Ah fuck.” You muttered, trying to pull your now ripped belt loop of of your door handle to the kitchen. Today had not been your day, hell not even your week. The fucking kids had been getting into shit and damn, if you didn’t want a nap. A really, really, long nap. 

You sighed and just ripped the bitch off your jeans. You’d regret it later but you had to make it to the Sheriff’s Department for the part-time cleaning job you’d regrettably signed up for a little cash. Continuing to swear and mutter under your breath all the to the car, out of the driveway and through main street, you weren’t paying attention to the speed limit until mother fuckin’ Cheif Hopper’s blazer lights and siren popped up in your rear view mirror. 

Hitting the steering wheel and yelling a loud FUCK to the rear view. You reached into the center console, grabbed your license and registration and sat steaming until the bastard came up to your window. Taking his sweet time it would seem, too. 

“Well, look who it is...Y/N Y/L/N, the town flirt, speeding down main street. What ever are you in a hurry for?” He grinned, leaning in your mom’s car. 

“Look if this is about me getting ready to show up late to clean the department, I’m sorry but I do have two younger siblings to care for.” You gritted out, shoving the paperwork at him hoping he’d give you a warning and let you just leave. 

“Y/N, come on,” he said quietly, “I’m just giving you a shake down, relax. Just slow it down, alright? I’ll see you at the station.” He sighed out, standing up. Hop rolled his eyes, walked back to his car and slammed the door getting in. You both pulled off the curb after each other and headed to the station. 

About four hours later, after the ridiculous amount of stale donuts, what you think might have been chinese food at one point, and sweeping a metric ton cigarette butts had been swept and disinfected you sighed and threw the spray bottle back on the cart of cleaning supplies. You had worked up a sweat cleaning despite not have to finish the whole place for another week. Tired, sore and hands dry, you wheeled the cart back to the janitor’s closet that also needed to be reorganized. 

Walking back past the reception desk, you saw the chief’s light still on. Stilling, you looked at the door, partially cracked. This was a bad idea. After he threw you in the drunk tank a few weeks ago and you threw up on his shoes, you’d been steadily avoiding him. Admittedly, it’s hard to admit that you have a crush on someone after you puke on their standard-issue boots. You bite your lip and groan internally before going up to knock on the door of the office. 

“What?” comes a grumbled, angry reply. “I’m busy.” he continues. 

“Chief. It’s almost midnight, you should go home.” You say, pushing the door open. You lean against the frame, only for the hole from your ripped off belt loop to catch against the door hinges and rip the right butt pocket clear off your pants. 

“God dammit, motherfucking shit…” you start swearing and grumbling. Hopper leans back in his chair, failing not to laugh. 

“Fuck this shit, i’m going home.” Barely holding in tears, face going red with shame and embarrassment you turned to go to your car, pocket hole wide open. 

“Look Y/N, wait! Let me walk you to your car?” He looked at you pleadingly. 

“Fine, but hurry up, i’m tired.” You sigh. He flipped off the office light, locked up the station and followed you out to your car. Getting in, you throw your stuff on the passenger seat and shoved the key into the ignition, only to find that the car wouldn’t start. Tears welled back into your eyes and started to spill out all over again. You felt Hopper’s hands grab your arm and pull you out of the car and watched as he shut it, and locked it with the key.

“C’mon. We’re getting drinks.” He mutters and pushed you gently in the truck, heading off to the closest dive bar in town. “You’ve been avoiding me.” He says, after a few turns down town. “Well, I did throw up on your shoes.” You point out. “And like I said, I have a lot going on.” You sigh and look out the window. 

Hopper pulls into the bar parking lot and jumps out of the SUV, looking back with a look that throws “Well come on.” 

One bottle of Jack, three beers a piece and one fruity drink later, you’ve both dissolved into snorting and borderline giggles about nothing. “Okay, okay, what question are we on?” you slur to Hopper, drinking down another shot. “Nineteen? I think?” he mumbles out, smiling. You start to sober up, for just one clear moment and ask “What did I tell you that night you hauled me in?” you smile slyly. Hopper’s face fell for a moment and then smiled darkly. “You told me exactly what you wanted to do with my big, rough, hands.” He purred out. His tongue split his lips, slid over his bottom lip and back in, your eyes following the slow, enticing movement. 

“Oh did I?” You breathed out, sparks of heat hitting your cheeks, neck, and abdomen. The stare he gave you was heavy. It held secrets you weren’t sure you wanted to know. “Y/N,” he growled out, and reached for your arm. You pulled back, unsure if this was just the alcohol, he did fancy a younger woman and twenty two was still plenty young. You ran to the bathroom, shooting up quickly and banging your knee on the table. Hopper followed you to the door, hitting it trying to get you to open up. 

“Please, Y/N, I need you. Been wantin’ you since you told me you wanted me to take me hands and mark you, fuck you with my fingers.” Hands pressed on opposite sides of the door, both of your breathing heavy. You then find yourself opening the door, staring down Hopper as he breathes heavily. 

Like a tidal wave, you two crash together, legs wrapping around Hopper’s waist, lips touching everywhere, hands grabbing his hair. You moan, and he seizes the moment to lick along your lower lip. You growl, he pulls back and grabs hair at the nape of your neck. 

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” You heave and smile, his hand firmly holding your head back. 

“I’m gonna do much more than that.” He grins. Hopper pushes you on the sink, the faucet pushing against the hole where your pocket is missing. He pulls your neck back, licks a long stripe of sweat and bites down, earning a groan from you. 

“You’re gonna have t’be quieter than that.” he grins sadistically. “Lift.” he commands and pulls your jeans and underwear down, then shoves your wet panties in your mouth as a gag. Then your hips get pulled forward there’s a sudden jolt of hot and wet licks up through your clit. You bite down on your underwear and try to stifle a moan. Hopper licks stripes up and down your slit, circling around your clit and sucking. You start to gush and clench against his tongue assaulting your pussy. He slips a long finger in and curls it, massaging your g-spot gently. 

Your moans get louder against the make-shift gag and Hopper growls deep in his throat, lapping and fucking you with everything but what you truly want. He adds a second finger, and you shuffle closer, pressing harder against him because you need more. He fucks you harder, faster and keeps going as you shake and writhe. The pressure slowly builds as you grind against his face while he laps and grins. 

“Fuck,” he growls against your core and it brings you so close to your climax, almost there when he stops. “I want this pink mouth against my cock, can you do that?” He licks his wet lips, pulling his tongue through his teeth and grins. You spit out the gag-panties and smile, wobbly legs barely catching you when you slide down Hopper’s legs as you unbuckle and pull his pants down. His cock falls free and you grin. Gently tugging him fully out of his pants, no underwear though you notice, you wrap a hand around his base and lick a long line down the vein under his shaft. Sucking his head into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down quickly Hopper grunts your name. He’s taken aback by your boldness and confidence, the shy girl he used to know in the library of the high school long gone. He wonders where you learned to do this so well. The thought is forgotten as you give a rather hard pulse to his shaft and you swirl the flat of your tongue along the slit of his dick that’s slowly been leaking precum. 

“Dammit!” he nearly yells and you pull back smiling. “Can’t contain yourself Jim?” You smirk and raise an eyebrow. Hopper grabs your jaw and starts to fuck your mouth. You choke at first push, but quickly pace with him and bob and suck till he growls and pulls out almost as fast as he pushed in. “Gotta condom big shot?” You choke out lightly, your throat a touch sore from Hop’s cock hitting the back of it repeatedly. He pulls a foil out of nowhere, ands slides the lubricated rubber on. “You sure you ready for this?” He gruffs out quickly and you nod, turn around and face the dingy mirror hanging above the sink still slightly damp from your juices and the water that had been spilled by previous patrons Jim takes you in as he grips his cock in his right hand and pushes in lightly. You stretch, on your toes to try and meet his dick easier and moan soundlessly on to the mirror. It fogs, and you look towards Hop’s grimy reflection, blissed out and mouth open. You smile and try to push back onto him to get your point across. You aren’t a virgin, haven’t been for a long time. Hopper grins and slams into you hard the last few inches, your v-neck Def Leppard tee stretching down so your chest presses to the counter edge. “Gonna fuck you good little girl. Been so bad. Teasing me,” He thrusts hard, “Walking around with the hole in your jeans peeking that navy blue lace all damn day,” He bucks up into you, nearly lifting you off the ground, “Gonna show you what happens when you tell me how you want my hands marking you. Choking you. Bruising you.” Each ‘you’ ends with another and another thrust. You’re so wet from his earlier tongue worship and you kept your clit stimulated while he fucked your mouth. His cock is practically dripping and he can feel the drops of wetness sliding down his balls, mixing with his sweat. 

You clench at every filthy thing that he says, gripping and fucking on his hard length as best as you can leverage with the little stability you have. Hop feels you struggling and slows, pulls out, and flips you over. Your upper back is now laying over the sink, almost in a strange backbend. Hopper pulls your shirt down with one cup of your bra to expose a breast and erect nipple. He laps it while grabbing your throat, slightly closing off your airway. He goes back to fucking deep and hard into you, hand around your throat and long tongue flicking over your nipple. The counter dug into your back and everything was just too much. 

“Ho-Hopper, ‘m gonna-” you were cut off quickly by the pressure releasing so hot, white and intense that your body seized and gripped down on Hop’s arms, shoulder whatever your hands could reach. You squirted so hard, so wetly that Hopper was pushed to the edge after you. He shuttered, grunted and dropped his head in between you bare and covered breast. The wetness dripped between the both of you, and the small puddle by Hopper’s boot rippled as the drops fell near. 

“Fuck.” He breathed out. “That was...something else.” 

“I don’t regret it. I’ve never done that before.” You mumbled, air returning to your lungs. You let out a little laugh and put your wrist to your forehead. You both started to laugh and he pushed off of you, throwing your discarded under clothes in your general direction and discarding the condom in the trash can. 

“I’ll meet you out there, ey babe?” He grinned, slipping out the door. You smiled, cleaning up your nether regions with some damp paper towels and stepping out to follow.

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who are you

suckles oneshot  warnings: mentions of being drunk, coarse language. 2268 words

note: sorry this is literally so trashy. it was better in my head. really bad when i edited. i dont have the time to re-edit tho or rewrite - it’s just bad quality. but i still hope it can be of some enjoyment.

next oneshot will be better i promise.

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Mason’s head was pounding. And by pounding, he meant it was splitting seven different ways and simultaneously imploding in on itself.

“Urghh.” The moan of pain slipped out of his dry mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut tighter. Light from somewhere was filling the room he laid in and it threw more kindling on the fire of his agony.

Unfortunately, his mind refused to let him resume his slumber, only becoming more and more conscious with every the moment he laid splayed out on likely Toby’s couch, if he remembered the end of his night correctly: far too late and far too drunk. Seeing as there was no possible way he’d be able to open his eyes painlessly for a number of long minutes, he allowed his senses and very broken memory to fill him in on what had happened in the previous twelve hours.

He remembered drinking with Cam until very late. It had been John’s birthday… no- it had been Smitty’s! And with his dumb friends it was tradition on someone’s birthday to get absolutely fuckin’ smashed.

So unsurprisingly, they did.

From the celebrations, the cheering, the dancing: after losing count of how many drinks he’d had, his memory only seemed to be able to catch bits and pieces of the rest of the night. Smitty was definitely sitting in John’s lap at one point, and the images of Cam downing shot after shot across the table flashed behind his eyes. He knew himself well enough to guess he had been doing exactly the same. Other than that, he recalled little to nothing: only climbing back in through Toby’s window and collapsing wherever he deemed comfortable in his drunken haze.

Trying to clear his head and sharpen out the blurry memories was steadily becoming more and more difficult so the Australian stopped himself, letting out a heavy sigh and turning his face more into the cushioning beneath his head.

As he shifted he felt the sticky skin of his back peel away from the leather couch, only to resettle in a sweaty mess of discomfort.

Huh.

He’d also lost his shirt sometime during the night too, it seemed.

But since when did Toby have a leather couch?

… Mason gave this another few minutes of careless though before furrowing his brows. Toby didn’t have a leather couch. He’d spent weeks living in that house! He knew there wasn’t a single bit of leather furniture in there – so how on Earth was Mason laying on a leather couch?

He regretted opening his eyes instantly. Even just a crack. The brightness poured gasoline into his head, flames erupting outwards.

“Aw, fuck,” he groaned, throat feeling red-raw and just as agonizing as his head.

But no matter the pain, Mason did not like the idea of being not in Toby’s house. So with the limited energy he had, he lifted his hands to cover his eyes and lessened the pain of opening them. He blinked.

This was officially the worst hangover he’d ever had.

Peering through his fingers, it was very easy to confirm he was, indeed, not in Toby’s living room. He wasn’t even in Toby’s house. Had his headache not been so consuming, he probably would have been a lot more concerned. But with this level of agony, all he wanted was a glass of water and some painkillers.

He sat upright, peeling his hot skin from the sticky couch and cringing at both the feeling and the headache. A pair of black skinny jeans were laying on the floor, one leg still caught on one of his feet and he mentally thanked his intoxicated-self for having the common sense not to fall asleep in them.

In his exhaustion, he took a moment to glance around at the room he laid in.

There was a very casual, careless atmosphere to it, not that clean but also not grossly untidy. Another brown leather couch sat beside the one he occupied, both angled to face a big screen that sat on the wall above a cabinet that showed off several different consoles and a rack of coloured controllers.

There was a window either side of the screen, the left one wide open (obviously having been Mason’s entry point the night previous). He wondered for a minute what kind of idiot left their windows unlocked and unalarmed, before swinging his legs off the couch and standing up. Hands on his hips, he stretched up and yawned widely.

The little wooden coffee table had a few magazines and an empty bowl, and his toes curled in the fluffy carpet that covered the floor of the comfy room. The walls were painted a soft grey, matching the white of the carpet. But Mason could tell his attention was not gonna be able to stay with the room for much longer.

Sitting back down and kicking his foot out of his jeans, he picked them up and breathed a sigh of relief to find his phone and wallet still in the pockets.

-

Friday. 22:03.

john but not really john: mason come home soon and let yourself in

john but not really john: the doors unlocked

Saturday. 00:42.

john but not really john: mason youre gonna die if you keep drinking

john but not really john: you and fitz come back here

john but not really john: come on you fucking dumbass check your phone

Saturday. 00:53.

Missed call from john but not really john.

Missed call from john but not really john.

Incoming call from Missed call from john but not really john.

Saturday. 1:39.

john but not really john: mason. home. now.

zuck my ass: oksy muuuuuuuuuuuiuimm

zuck my ass: hheeheh

john but not really john: is fitz with you

zuck my ass: fitzfitzzyyy is wih dniittttyyyyyyy

john but not really john: okay are you coming now

zuck my ass: eslkinf nowee!!

zuck my ass: vlinmbing in urr wondpw!@!!@

Saturday. 2:31.

john but not really john: where the fuck are you

john but not really john: i hate you. let yourself in if you get here

john but not really john: im going to sleep

john but not really john: text me in the morning.

-

Oh.

Toby was gonna be pissed with him. He didn’t remember answering a call at all. Well… He didn’t remember anything to do with his phone in general. He definitely remembered climbing in a window though. It just wasn’t the right window.

Whoops.

The pounding in his head was only getting louder and heavier and he was not ready to call Toby for help without getting some sort of medicine and some damn water. He just hoped the owner of this house was either asleep, or not home.

The second he was in the hallway, he noticed just how silent the place was. There wasn’t a single sound. No ticking of clocks, no sounds from plumbing or electricity. The lights were all off but the morning was bright enough to make things clear. Everything seemed very still and calm.

Perhaps the eeriness of it made him so cautious as he stepped down the hall, staying on the balls of his feet in fear of making any sort of sound. All he needed was water and painkillers. Fortunately, the kitchen was just at the end of the hall, a couple of dried clean dishes in a rack on the sink and a bowl of fruit on the bench.

Mason felt no regret in running the tap cold and lapping at the water like a kid. The cool liquid quietened the clanging in his ears and he sighed, standing upright and wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist.

Now painkillers…

He pulled open drawers, finding utensils, baking instruments, bags, bowls, cups and mugs; everything a kitchen would have. But he didn’t come across any sort of medicine. In his search, he forgot that he wasn’t really supposed to be in this house.

“Hey!” The shout scared Mason out of his skin, the scrawny boy jumping in fear and smacking his head on the door of the overhead cabinet.

“Shit!” he cried out, gripping his head with both hands and turning to face the man in the doorway. He took in messy brown hair, sharp dark eyes and the metal baseball bat held tightly with both hands and staggered back a few steps. “Who the fuck are you!”

“Who the fuck am I!? This is my house!” The combination of complete confusion, panic and fear smacked them both in the face as the homeowner took two steps forward and pointed the bat at Mason. “Who the fuck are you!” Mason stumbled back until he met the counter, eyes wide and fearful at the idea that this guy might actually fuck him up with the metal bat.  

The guy waited, bat still held out but making no motion of actually attacking the random stranger in his kitchen. “Uhh…” Mason glanced around the room, eyes wide and fearful. Thoughts of how exactly he’d escape the room ran through his head in the chance this guy actually tried to hit him. “Mason?” He said his own name with confusion and after another long moment, the baseball bat lowered to point to the floor and the homeowner lifted a hand to his face with a sigh.

“Mason.” The guy spoke with a tone of defeat, realising that the boy was completely harmless. “Why the fuck are you in my house?” he asked, voice far more calm and flat. It was thick with lethargy, and he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and finger.

With his heartrate lowering back to a humane level, Mason took a deep breath. Unsurprisingly, there was no explainable answer to the guy’s question and he didn’t even try to stop the dumb sounding: “Uhh…” from drifting off his tongue.

The guy blinked, brows raised. A moment passed and dark eyes dropped from Mason’s confused face to the rest of him. “Why are you naked?”

Mason’s eyes widened, falling to look at himself in surprise. “Oh fuck,” he said, the biting cold of the room suddenly making a lot more sense. When he looked back up at the guy, he ran his fingers through his hair and tried to make some resemblance of a smile. To relieve the awkwardness? Maybe to come off as friendly? He didn’t know his own intentions, but he knew his headache was getting more and more murderous by the second. “Hey, uh. Do you have any painkillers?”

Another moment. He took a step forward and Mason jumped in alarm, fearing the worst. Instead, the bat was placed on the kitchen counter and the guy ignored Mason, walking to the furthest overhead cabinet. From inside, he pulled a marker and a box of painkillers. He pulled a glass from the drawer beneath, filling it with water and placing it on the bench beside the stranger.

He didn’t give away anything with his expression, other than exhaustion in the bags beneath his eyes. Mason flinched back when a pale hand held itself open in front of him, waiting. Cautiously, he mirrored the action, trying not to react when the man took hold of the back of his wrist and easily popped two pills from the packet into the palm of his hand.

He closed his fingers around them, confusion growing when the hand slipped up further to grip his forearm, uncapping the marker. But something about the guy encouraged him to stay quiet and not bother him with questions. He just waited, soft tip inking numbers along his arm.

“Door’s out there. If I hear you banging around in my house any longer I’ll bury you.” Mason listened in surprise, hand finally released and feeling cold in contrast of the warm fingers that lifted to card through soft-looking brown hair. “Text me and tell me what happened in a few hours when I can actually process shit.”

The ten-digit number made his skin tingle and Mason blinked. The sound of the man’s voice was nice to listen to: deep and rounded. It was unlike other voices he’d heard before and he barely paid attention to what he was telling him, too focused on the sound of his voice. “Uhh, sure. Okay. Thanks.”

He took a step back. The dark eyes scanned him again.

“D’you have clothes?” Curious, still sleepy. Mason glanced down at his nudity again, mouth opening to offer an answer only to be stopped by the guy’s hand held up to face him. “Y’know what? Never mind. I don’t actually give a fuck. Just drink that and go home, uhh… Marson?”

He snorted. “Mason,” he corrected and the guy nodded, waving his hand vaguely.

“Yeah. Mason.”

With that, the homeowner nodded and walked past Mason and out into the hall. He watched him go, confused and stunned and slightly amused in his hungover. The painkillers went down his throat easy and the water helped considerably in refreshing his hot head. Rinsing the cup and sitting it in the sink, he returned to the living room, snatched up his jeans and opened up the phone app.

A sigh greeted him when he put the phone to his ear and he couldn’t help the immature grin on his face at his friend’s dissatisfaction. “Hey Toby,” he said, pinning the phone between his ear and his shoulder. He staggered, trying to yank the jeans up over his feet.

“Where are you?” Tired and already fed up.

Mason giggled. “I climbed into some guy’s house through his window.”

“For fuck’s sake, Zuckles. You’re kidding”

“Nah.”

note: again! sorry for the trash-tier writing. ill try improve on it when i have something better plot and better planned to get out here

gi

[mvalentine]

first of all i have to say i LOVE the creative take you took with this ask! & as a fellow hurt/comfort lover this was everything i could have asked for & more ❤️

Ethan’s eyes continued to scan the chart in his hands. “Something to add Dr. Brooks?”  He didn’t have to look up to know it came from her. 

the way he recognizes its her just from her clearing her throat?? oh he's down BAD.

awww also poor sawyer my bby 🥺🥺🥺 the way you wrote her lightheadedness & her panic i could just feel her pain :(

& the way he ran to her!! his worry is so palpable ahhh i felt so bad for the both of them in this moment!

“Hold on, Rookie,” he pleaded before calling for help again.  “CODE BLUE!”

oh the rookie 🥺🥺🥺 & him pleading!! ugh this is why hurt/comfort is an elite trope >>> and him trying to control the panic in his voice & act professional ugh my heart!!

and i love how much everyone is worried about her!! obviously ethan, but also danny, baz & ines!! and oh my god poor ines i felt so bad for her!! ethan was so sweet in consoling her though <3

As much as he dreamt of seeing all of her, it definitely would not be under these circumstances.   

LMAOO THIS MADE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD. i was literally thinking the same thing i love the moment of humor in such a tense fic!

“You’re not the pretty little ray of sunshine I had expected to see this morning,” Naveen jabbed as Ethan entered the room and set a tray of food on the overbed table.  “Where’s the lovely Dr. Brooks? I was looking forward to resuming our Scrabble game.”  

LMAO NAVEEN AN ICON <3 him teasing ethan will forever be one of my favorite things!! but also AHHH my heart the way he immediately goes into mentor/dad mode when he sees ethan so upset and calls him son ugh we stan naveen in this household ❤️

It was a rare sight to see Ethan in this “human” state.  When he lifted his head, Naveen swore he saw a slight sheen of unshed tears in his eyes.  

ETHAN IN NEAR TEARS MY HEART!!! i wanted to give him a hug so bad my poor bby </3

“Oh, my boy,” Naveen empathized.  “She’ll be fine.  If this preposterous intern competition has proved anything, it’s that she’s a fighter.  And what's more, if she can survive you on a daily basis, she can survive anything.” 

sorry for quoting almost this entire conversation back at you but im just SUCH a sucker for the ethan/naveen dynamic & you write it so incredibly well <3 and him getting ethan to smile with that comment god i love them so much ❤️ also the very much purposeful 'your girl' why is naveen literally the best oph character?

He wiped away the stray tear that escaped down her cheek, then reached behind him to pull the chair closer, taking a seat.  “I’m not going anywhere, Rookie,” as he brought her hand to his lips.  

AHHH SHUT UP SHUT UP IM SO SO SOFT FOR THEM! him brushing away her stray tear and kissing her hand AHHH I LOVE THEM <3333 also the line where it says that he's the person she trusts most in the hospital 🥺🥺🥺 and him being there everytime she woke up god i love their love!

“Wait, come here,” she rasped, pulling him into her embrace. “Thank you,” voice cracking with overwhelming emotion.  

Reciprocating he wrapped his arms around her tightly.  He placed a prolonged kiss to the side of her head and murmured into her ear.   “You scared the shit out of me.”  

“I’m sorry,” as she choked back tears and tried to crack a joke, “I’m really not trying to be a colossal pain in the ass.”  

🥺🥺🥺🥺 THE HUG!!!! and i love sawyer's sense of humor please <3 and the kiss on the side of her head HELP i love this fic so much!!

Her thoughtfulness always amazed him.   

ugh i love miss sawyer brooks so much & clearly so does ethan as much as he tries to deny it <3

“When I get too close, it's sometimes hard to breathe and my heart starts to race…” he trailed off. 

........ HELP?????? this man is down ATROCIOUSLY. & the swelling symptom shjsks cari please i love your sense of humor so much <3 and sawyer's 'sounds serious' cracked me up too lmao.

and the reference to miami ahhh this fic was amazing!! your writing is brilliant and i think you did really well with all the medical terminology! i already love ethan & sawyer so much please add me to your taglist ❤️

Allergic to You

Book: Open Heart, Book 1

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks)

Word count: 2.3K

Rating: Teen

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Warning: A couple curse words

Prompt/Summary: Does your MC have any severe allergies? Do you have any headcanons for their LI's? 

A/N 1:  THANK YOU to the anon who sent the ask that inspired me to write my first hurt/comfort fic.  It’s my most favorite trope and I’ve been wanting to take a stab at it. I hope you like it!     

A/N 2: This is set a few weeks after Miami.  Also, I’m not a medical expert. If it’s not medically accurate, just go with it.  

“It’s definitely an ear infection.  I’ll write you a script for some Bactrim.” 

“Thank you, Ines,” Sawyer said as she stepped down from the exam table.  

“We still have some time before rounds this morning.  Why don’t you run this down to the pharmacy right now?  The sooner you start the antibiotics, the sooner you’ll start to feel better.”

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“Dr. Emery, your treatment plan?” asked Dr. Ramsey.

“Pain relievers and a muscle relaxant to promote sleep.  We’ll also recommend physical therapy.”

An “ahem” could be heard from the back of the room.  

Ethan’s eyes continued to scan the chart in his hands. “Something to add Dr. Brooks?”  He didn’t have to look up to know it came from her.   

“Sorry, no, I apologize.  I was just clearing my throat,” she said with an unexpected hoarseness in her voice.

Aurora rolled her eyes as Ethan suggested they move on to the next patient.

The group proceeded to the next room.  As Landry presented the case, Sawyer felt a coughing fit coming on.  She tried hard to suppress it but it had become too difficult to contain. She coughed repeatedly into her elbow but found no relief.  Not wanting to cause further disruption, she gestured to Ines that she was going to step out. 

With every step down the hall Sawyer felt her heart pound a little harder.  The relentless coughing made her lightheaded.  She reached the abandoned nurse’s station and with trembling hands she clumsily dispensed water into a paper cup.  As she attempted to take a sip she choked, her throat so tight she was unable to swallow. 

Panic started to set in as each inhalation grew more difficult.  She looked both directions down the hall for help as she felt increasingly faint.

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After answering a last-minute question from the patient’s nurse, Ethan exited the room to catch up with the interns.  As he stepped into the hall something odd caught his attention. Several yards away, a foot with a familiar shoe haphazardly stuck out from behind the nurse’s desk. 

Immediately sensing something amiss, he rushed over.  

“Sawyer!” he called as he threw the chart he held to the ground and rushed to her side.  She was slumped on the floor, head and shoulders barely propped up against a cabinet door.  She was gasping for breath, skin clammy, lips turning blue.   

“Sawyer? What’s wrong?” he implored, checking her pulse and yanking the stethoscope from his neck. 

She couldn’t speak, but terror-filled eyes met his with a desperate plea for help.   

Ethan listened to her chest.  Her breaths were fast and shallow.  Her breathing severely restricted.

“CODE BLUE!” He scooped her weakened body into his arms, “Hold on, Rookie,” he pleaded before calling for help again.  “CODE BLUE!”

Danny, who had been preparing a patient room for a new admit, heard the cry for help and hurried into the hallway.  “Dr. Ramsey?” 

Ethan stood and turned toward Danny’s voice clutching Sawyer in his arms.  Her head rested against his shoulder, arms limp and dangling toward the floor.  

“Oh my god!  Is that Sawyer?” 

“Her airway is restricted.  She’s barely breathing,” Ethan stated, trying to control the panic in his voice.

“Here!  This room is empty.”

As Ethan hurried into the room, Sawyer fell unconscious, her unsupported head falling backward.  

“Shit!  Danny, get an intubation kit!”

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Meanwhile, Ines poked her head into the hall to see where Dr. Ramsey had disappeared too.  She caught Baz running up the hall.

“Baz, what’s going on?”  

“Ramsey just called a code blue,” he yelled behind him as he rushed past.  

Concerned the code had been called for one of the patients the team visited earlier, she followed after Baz.  

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Ethan laid Sawyer on the bed and put an oxygen mask over her mouth.  As he prepared the laryngoscope, Danny set up an IV and quickly administered the anesthesia.  Ethan tilted her head back and inserted the breathing tube through her mouth. "I'm in."

Baz stopped short in his tracks and Ines gasped when they entered the room and assessed the situation. 

As Danny attached the oxygen machine, Ethan noticed the rash that crept up Sawyer’s neck.  He quickly pushed up the sleeves of her lab coat to check her arms and then gently lifted her blouse revealing the blistering rash covering her abdomen.

“Get some epinephrine.  It’s anaphylaxis.  She’s had a reaction to something.” 

Realization dawned on Ines.  “Bactrim.”  

“She was taking Bactrim?” Ethan questioned with a furrowed brow. He felt bad that he hadn't noticed she was unwell, especially since they had spent every night that week working together on Naveen's case.

“Yes. She has an ear infection.  I treated her in the clinic earlier this morning.  I wrote her a prescription for Bactrim and encouraged her to take some before we started rounds.” 

“Sulfa allergy,” Baz confirmed.  “This is one of the most severe sulfonamide reactions that I've ever seen.”

Ines took Sawyer’s hand in her own.  Eyes glistening with the threat of tears, “I feel horrible.” 

“Don’t beat yourself up, Ines,” Ethan consoled her.  “She obviously didn’t know she was allergic. Otherwise, she would have mentioned it.”  

The attending rattled off a few instructions to Danny for blood work and medication dosages.  

Ethan wanted to do everything for her himself, but there were a few caretaking tasks that would be more appropriate left to the others. “Ines, could you help Danny get her changed into a gown and hooked up to the monitors?"

As much as he dreamt of seeing all of her, it definitely would not be under these circumstances.   

“Of course, Dr. Ramsey.”

"I have another patient I need to check on but I will be back shortly.”  Ethan and Danny shared a quick and knowing look. “Page me immediately if there is any change.”

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“You’re not the pretty little ray of sunshine I had expected to see this morning,” Naveen jabbed as Ethan entered the room and set a tray of food on the overbed table.  “Where’s the lovely Dr. Brooks? I was looking forward to resuming our Scrabble game.”  

Instead of pushing the table over Naveen’s bed, Ethan gripped the edges for support, hung his head low and exhaled deeply.  

“What’s wrong, son?”

It was a rare sight to see Ethan in this “human” state.  When he lifted his head, Naveen swore he saw a slight sheen of unshed tears in his eyes.  

Raking a hand down his face, Ethan cleared his throat and responded.  “I almost,” he paused for correction, "...we almost lost her.” 

“Lost who?  What happened?”

“Sawyer.  I found her in anaphylactic shock.  She was barely breathing.”

Naveen sat up straighter in his bed, concern written all over his face. “And how is she now?” 

“She’s intubated,” the reality of the situation finally catching up with him, “I had to intubate her.”  He sighed, “She has a blistering rash all over her torso and extremities.  I just left Danny and Ines to get her situated.”

Naveen took in his mentee’s appearance.  Ethan’s hands shook slightly, color drawn from his face.  “Ethan, sit,” he insisted, pointing to the bedside chair.  “Take a minute to gather yourself.”  

Ethan did as instructed, letting out another exhausted breath as the adrenaline rush wore off.  

“Any idea what caused the reaction?” Naveen inquired.

“Sulfa allergy.”  

Ethan let his head fall back against the headrest.  He closed his eyes for a long moment, willing his emotions to stay at bay.    

“Oh, my boy,” Naveen empathized.  “She’ll be fine.  If this preposterous intern competition has proved anything, it’s that she’s a fighter.  And what's more, if she can survive you on a daily basis, she can survive anything.” 

That got Ethan to lift his head with a small side smile.  

“I should get back and see how she’s doing,” Ethan said, getting to his feet.  “Do you need anything before I go?”

“I’m fine, go,” Naveen encouraged.  And knowing exactly what he meant to say, he added, “Go check on your girl… sorry, I mean our girl. I can page Danny if I need anything.”

Ethan gave him an exasperated look, to which Naveen innocently shrugged his shoulders and shooed him away.  

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A couple hours later, Sawyer woke to an unfamiliar and frightening feeling in her throat. Through foggy eyes she frantically scanned her surroundings and found Ethan with his back to her.  

He was reading printouts from the heart monitor when the beeping rhythm suddenly picked up pace.  

With no voice to aid her, she stretched her weak arm out and scratched at his back.

He turned in an instant, taking in the fearful look in her eyes.  

“Hey, it’s okay,” he soothed, taking her hand.  “I know it’s scary, but you are okay.” He placed his other hand on her head and rubbed soothing circles on her forehead with his thumb. “You had a severe reaction to the Bactrim and we had to intubate.  We’ll take the tube out when the swelling comes down and your pulse ox improves.”  

She clutched his hand with what little strength she had left in her tired body, her glossy green eyes begging him to stay by her side.

He wiped away the stray tear that escaped down her cheek, then reached behind him to pull the chair closer, taking a seat.  “I’m not going anywhere, Rookie,” as he brought her hand to his lips.  

Assured by the one person in this hospital that she trusted most, she let the medications pull her back to sleep.  

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She awoke a few times throughout the day, and each time she opened her eyes she found Ethan was still near.  He either sat beside her holding her hand, or stood at the window gazing outside, or checked her IV fluids and monitors, or stretched out in the chair catching a nap.  

When she roused later that night, Ethan had his stethoscope in his ears listening to her breath sounds.  

“Hi.  I don’t hear any more wheezing and your pulse ox has improved.  I think it’s safe to extubate.”

He pressed the call button for the nurse, and after putting on a pair of gloves, he started to loosen the strap holding the tube in place.  Maureen, who had relieved Danny, entered the room a minute later and helped Dr. Ramsey prepare for the extubation.  

After raising the bed so she was sitting more upright, he looked into her nervous eyes and prepped her.  “We’re ready, Sawyer.  You know what to do.  Take a deep breath.”

Sawyer breathed in deeply and when she exhaled, Ethan slid the tube out of her mouth, the sensation causing her to gag.  

“You did great,” he told her, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze.  

Maureen helped him clean things up before asking if either of them needed anything else.  

Sawyer shook her head, while Ethan replied, “Thank you, Maureen.  I think we’re good for now.”

Once she exited the room, Ethan came near and sat on the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling?” 

“My throat is really sore,” she coughed.  “And I’m really itchy on my stomach.” 

He gestured to the affected area, “Can I check?”

She nodded.  

He pulled the blanket up around her waist to make sure her bottom half stayed covered, then pulled her gown up just enough to reveal her stomach. He tenderly skimmed his fingers across her navel wishing his touch would erase the offending red blotches.  

“It’s looking better than it did this morning,” he said, rolling her gown back down.  “We can give you another dose of antihistamines in a little while and that should help with the itching. I’ll go grab some antiseptic spray for your throat.”

As he started to stand, she grabbed his wrist and dragged him back down.  

“Wait, come here,” she rasped, pulling him into her embrace. “Thank you,” voice cracking with overwhelming emotion.  

Reciprocating he wrapped his arms around her tightly.  He placed a prolonged kiss to the side of her head and murmured into her ear.   “You scared the shit out of me.”  

“I’m sorry,” as she choked back tears and tried to crack a joke, “I’m really not trying to be a colossal pain in the ass.”  

He chuckled as they slowly released one another.  

Caressing the side of her face, he stared into her eyes.  “Why didn’t you mention anything to me about your ear?”

“It was just an ear infection.  I didn’t want to burden you.  You’ve already got so much on your plate.” 

He just simply nodded accepting her explanation.  Her thoughtfulness always amazed him.   

Shaking her head in disbelief, she let out a quiet but gravelly laugh.

“What’s funny?” 

“Wait until Annie hears about this.”  

“Annie?”  

“My very first patient.  Remember?  The one with decompression sickness.  She was allergic to the antibiotics I prescribed.”  

“Yes, I remember.  Speaking of… any other allergies we should know about?”

“Adhesives.  Bandages and medical tape.  They make my skin burn and blister, well, like this...” she showed him the area around her IV.  

She watched as he examined her hand, “What about you? Do you have any allergies?” 

He answered keeping his eyes on her hand.  “I think I'm allergic to you.”  

Before she could roll her eyes and tell him to "shut up" for teasing, he continued.  “When I get too close, it's sometimes hard to breathe and my heart starts to race…” he trailed off. 

There was also the occasional swelling, but he kept that 'symptom' to himself.

Sawyer was almost at a loss for words upon hearing the sincerity in his voice.  “Wow.  That sounds kind of serious.”

As he delicately removed the offending tape that held her IV in place, he went on. “Yes, managing it has been quite difficult.  Even harder since the exposure a few weeks ago that almost killed me."

Memories of Miami flooded her mind as he gently squeezed her hand and stood up.

“Ethan…” she breathed, her heart monitor again beeping just a bit faster.  

He bent down and placed an affectionate kiss on her forehead.  “Let’s figure out another way to secure this IV.”

A/N 3: I feel like I need to go back and update Sawyer's profile page with her medical alerts now.😋

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Among the Inbetweens | Nathan x Reader

disclaimer: i know nathan is not a good person. i am not putting a blanket over his actions in this fic. i, the writer, understand he’s not an innocent character and has made many terrible choices. im just answering people’s requests, please dont put me under the fire for it.

thank you.

moody-patootie asked: I would please like to request a nathan x reader songfic with the song Findlay by Landon Tewers (angsty perhaps?). If it is possible and interests you of course. I think it fits rather well with nathan since he was so unloved.  sure thing!! i love song requests so much :3 also thanks for recommending me this song, i love it and i now have a new artist to look into :D in this fic i really wanted to explore the ‘bad parts’ of being in a relationship with nathan prescott, namely his breakdowns. in my fics i mostly portray him in his better, more loving lights, so when you suggest angst i realized now would be a perfect time to show his sides that are harder to deal with. thanks for giving me the opportunity <3 hope you like it!

reblogs + tags and replies will make my entire day as i put a lot of effort into this :)!

story continues beneath the read more. let me know if you can’t access it!

Among the Inbetweens

Upon the very instant you walking into his room, unaware of what you were about to throw yourself into, you realized you really should have called Nathan before just barging in.

The tenacity in the air was almost palpable and it set off alarms that rang in your head like bells, warning you of the situation you were about to have to deal with. Nathan, sitting at his desk with his back faced to you, his shoulders squared and his head ducked down to his shoulders. He was angry.

“Nathan?”

He lifted his head, turned and he glared at you from the corners of his eyes. You felt your stomach drop.

Not mad. Pissed.

“What.” He deadpanned, his voice a rumbling hiss, and you debated just turning around and leaving right then and there.

You swallowed and shut his door behind you, shuffling into the room but staying close to the wall. “What’s wrong?”

The course, airy laugh he forced out made you cringe. 

“Same shit every fucking day,” He laughed viciously. “Day in, day out.”

“What happened?”

In an impulsive, fury induced movement, he shoved all the papers off his desk and turned his swivel chair to face you. You jumped at the movement, taking note of his aggression only increasing. His features were stone cold, eyes narrowed and chilling. His phone was gripped almost devastatingly tight in his right hand. This was bad. Very bad.

“What happened?” He asked as though you were dumb. You frowned.

“Yes, what happened?”

He suddenly stood, sending his chair back and hitting his desk, shaking it and tipping over the small jar of pencils he had sitting on top of it. They spilled and rolled over the edge, clattering on the floor.

“What do you think happened?”

Try as you might to not take his words personally, you still knit your brows at his crudeness. He’s just mad, you told yourself. He’s so fucking mad but it’s not at you.

“I’m so fucking-” he gripped his hair and stumbling back. “Sick of it, everything- I don’t even fucking live with them and they still- Ugh!” He kicked some of the pencils that laid near his feet. “I hate it!”

Of course you knew the minute you saw his anger it likely had something to do with his family, but this wasn’t just his normal agressions. He was blind right now, not thinking clearly as he sent another pencil skittering over the floor. You remained silent, unsure of way to say, and you guessed maybe it was best you didn’t say anything at all. Right now was not the time to console him.

A storm was coming and you could see it in his eyes, his stature.

“They don’t care!” He snarled, and you realized he was more venting out his anger to himself rather than saying it directly to you. A pit formed in the center of your stomach as you realized what was to come any second now. He turned his back on you, body trembling with fiery rage. For just a second he looked down at the phone still in his hand, then he store his gaze away, and the next thing that happened you almost didn’t register.

The phone came less than a foot from your head, clashing against the wall with what sounded like a fatal crack. It happened so fast, you’d barely even seen him whip his arm to launch the device, and you flinched seconds after it smashed into pieces. The pieces gathered in a pile on the floor, the phone now absolutely destroyed and covered with it’s own screens shards. The wall sported an inch long hole.

Nathan did not come out of his rage even after you cried out sharply, jerking away from your spot and swearing you had felt some of the glass fling against your arms. If anything he seemed even more tense and furious than before, his bony hands balling and un-balling dangerously. He wanted to swing at something, break something, hurt something and even though he’d never once gone so far as you injure you this time you wondered if it would be a first. There wasn’t one clear thing in his mind right now, it probably all felt like a mush, or maybe static. He wasn’t even close to being in his right mind. Maybe tonight was his breaking point.

With him standing menacingly in the center of the room you made your way along the wall, finding his bed and soundlessly settling yourself on top of it. You tried to make yourself smaller upon it, your legs tucking themselves to your chest. Knowing him and his triggers, you did not look directly at him. Instead you watched from the corners of your eyes, head turned incase he looked up at you so you could quickly turn away and pretend to not see the hate in his eyes.

“Bullshit,” he seethed, and hissing ferocity made you shiver. “It’s all fucking bullshit.”

You wanted to talk to him. You wanted to tell him it was okay to be upset, to be hurt, to hate, but you couldn’t. Surely if you dared to speak up to him directly right now he’d yell at you, and then you’d end feeling hurt and that wouldn’t help anyone. Right now Nathan needed silence. He needed space and solitude. He could get none of these things.

So much was gathering up inside of him, like a pit of snakes or something far worse. They coiled and writhed inside of him, made their way up to his heart and choked the life out whatever was left of it, and he was left facing the consequence of having your entire chest busted and tied. Without an outlet all of it manifested at the very base of his throat, behind his eyes, in the palms of his shaking fists that would do anything for a face to target. You’d never seen him this way, with such a spark that made you feel like everything around you was suddenly so flammable, you included. You stared at him like you imaged a rabbit would stare at a fox: terrified and frozen with apprehensive tension. At any moment you felt like he’d lunge at you, but he didn’t, and it only made the trepidation grow within you until you almost imaged him making his move.

Only, it wasn’t your imagination.

He did make his move, but you were not the paper he lit on fire. Instead it was he himself, his fingers tracing their way down his face, nails biting into his pale skin and dragging along the way. A sharp painful cry left his lips but you felt as though the agony wasn’t from the physical wounds he was dealing onto himself. When he was done with his first path he did it again, harder this time, eyes squeezed shut and his mouth a tight grimace. Without even thinking you sprang into action and made a move for his hands, gripping tight to his skinny wrists and all too easily prying them from his marked up face. At the sudden contact he tried to yank away but you held fast, tugging him with you as you took a step back to try and keep himself from trying again.

“Stop!” You begged, heart leaping and your breath billowing in your throat. He was still trying to rip away from you, stumbling backwards and jerking back his elbows. When he looked up at you, you did not recognize even a single part of those eyes. He was more akin to a wild animal, frightened and frantic, than he was human. His eyes were dark and afraid, and at that moment they were afraid of you.

You felt like you were wrestling with him but you didn’t give in, holding fast and unwavering even as he started giving into it. His will was draining now, that fury that had once been eating him alive beginning to combust inside of him. The compressions of his heart and chest started to loosen and you hoped he felt like he could breathe again.

“Nathan,” try as you might to reach him, he still limply tried to pull away from you. His actions were half hearted and tired but still consistent, so you didn’t lighten your grip until the last of his anguished tugs were replaced with tortured breaths. You carefully led him to the bed where you had been sitting, and although he was sluggish and lagged behind your movements, he still followed you and did not fight when you urged him to sit down beside you.

Countless marks ran down his face, angry and red. The nails on his shaking hands were short but apparently dangerous, able to work as claws if he was enraged enough. Luckily they weren’t sharp or uneven enough to draw any blood but the marks were still very radiant, running down from his brows, over his eyelids, to his sharp cheekbones like a ugly streamers. His split lip still bled from how hard his teeth had sank into the flesh, and his tongue still darted out to subconsciously try and soothe the stinging.

At least he was letting you touch him. Even if his state of breaking, all his walls starting to crumble down and crush him, he was allowing you the grace of sitting next to him and silently offering whatever support you could. There was so many words swimming in your head, so much you wanted to say that you could almost physically feel it bubbling up in your chest, threatening to burst at any moment.

Nathan, leaning forward with his face in his hands, was both silent and deafening. No longer did his shoulders tense up, fists ready to crack on any surface they could find. He was quiet and still, but there was also a part of him that roared like thunder. His cries.

They were soft, barely noticeable unless you were to see his state, but to you they were all you could hear. Loud, unforgiving, piercing. Your chest ached with every angry sob, every harsh intake of his uneven breaths. Before you had been afraid he was too far gone during his act of rage but it always came back down to this, both soundless yet thunderous. He was the calm of his own storm, and he was a rain that licked away it’s wounds afterwards. He was both the ferocious river, dragging everything along with it, and the gentle trickle that followed close behind.

Your hand met the expensive fabric of his jacket and he didn’t respond, so you let it wander past his shoulder to his upper back. Up, down, gently rubbing over his clothed skin. Not only was the repetitive movements hopefully helping him, but they were also helping you. You timed your breathing to the movements, your thudding heart starting to come down from your previous fears. You should have known it would come down to this. Nathan could be the scariest person you’d ever met, but even he got tired eventually. The only thing that presented a problem afterwards was everything bounding in your head, from the things he’d blindly said to you to the things he’d blindly thrown at you. His phone still laid demolished on the floor a few feet away, that new crack in the wall taunting you.

“Nathan,” you whispered, and he didn’t answer. “Nathan?”

He still didn’t answer. His muffled sobs continued on, adding weight after weight to your chest and making your own eyes sting. You gently scratched against the top of his jacket before rubbing in small circles.

“Can you hear me?”

Thankfully Nathan did seem to be able to hear you. He nodded and then sniffed, then let his hands fall limply to his lap. The sight of his face, still littered with claw marks but now glistening with tears, made you have to look away for a minute.

Now that you had his attention your mouth ran dry, unsure of what to say next. You’d wanted his attention to make sure he was lucid in some ways, but now that he was waiting for you to say something you had no idea what you could possibly tell him to make this situation any more bearable. Actually, you didn’t even know the situation, how could you possibly help him?

Still though, his eyes reached yours, longing and expectant. He wanted you to say something, anything. As always it made you wonder how someone as mountainous as Nathan could appear so small at times, like a small child asking you for help; needy, afraid. The worst possible thing you could do right now was not say anything, so you wracked your brain for literally anything to say.

“Are you okay?” You’d blurted, and the second those words left your mouth you wanted to smack it. ‘Are you okay?’ The question was so painfully obvious, so ludicrous and dense, but he went on to answer it anyways, looking down at his lap.

“No.”

His voice was much… Softer than you’d anticipated. Then it struck you that no, his voice did not sound soft, it sounded broken. Soft was kind and gentle, warm to the ears and touch, but his was none of those things. His answer was blunt and simple, cold, and raw with scratches on his throat. The walls that which buried him had yet to disappear, so instead of fighting them he gave in. Nathan was tired, exhausted from his previous outburst that he’d likely be replaying in his head for the rest of the week. Every little thing would set him off in the worst ways.

Your hand found it’s way to his lower back, but this time he tensed beneath your palm, so you slid it right back up to the spot he’d been compliant with. “Is there anything I can do?” Once again your words felt dumb. After what you’d seen simple minded questions were likely the last thing you should be asking him about. But, you didn’t want to ask him what had happened. Of course you were curious but you didn’t want to trigger him into another melt down, especially not when he was already so jaded and worn out.

For a moment he looked at you, turning his head just enough to get his peak before once again covering his face and shaking his head. “No.” He mumbled, and you frowned in defeat. There wasn’t anything you could truly do for him other than stay at his side, offer some sort of grounding and peace for him to come back to when he’s released with his post-meltdown exhaustion.

“You should go.”

At first words didn’t register with you. You blinked at him a few times, processing, understanding, until you finally realized what he had said. “What?” you asked softly, leaning forward and trying to get a look into his eyes past his shielding hands. Never once had he asked you to leave him during a time like this. Usually it was the opposite, him calling for your aid during even his worst times of needs, but this time he didn’t want you to be there with him.

Once again he let his hands fall to his knees, his fingers toying with the fabric of his jeans. “You should go.” He repeated himself and didn’t meet your gaze, staring straight down. Your throat felt like it had been punched.

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He answered.

You hated the way it made you feel. It made you feel an entire combination of things, but the most prevalent were useless and… Hurt. He didn’t want you to be around him, and though part of you understood it was because he was likely tired and wanted isolation, you still couldn’t help but take that blow to your ego.

Still, you nodded aimlessly, and swallowed down the rock forming at the center of your throat.

“Okay.” Your voice wavered and you knew he heard it with how he squeezed his eyes shut, almost in pain at hearing the sound.

As you got up, feeling like an animal with it’s tail in between it’s legs, you gazed down at him and took in the sight. Him just sitting there in silence, his entire body still slumped but not of relaxation, his face stinging with self inflicted scratches and his eyes still full of humiliating tears. There wasn’t a single thing you could do for him, and you finally understood what years of this had been doing to Nathan. In this moment you could see everything on him: the years of abuse, the pressure, the way he felt so unloved. The childhood trauma. Though you knew he beared these scars and marks you’d never seen them until this point, and it left you breathless. You so desperately wanted to stay, but you knew he wouldn’t let you even if you begged.

Nathan seemed to have read your mind. “I’ll call you.” was all he offered, a subtle way of telling you it was time to leave. You nodded again and thanked him softly, though you didn’t know exactly what you were thanking him for. Turning your back and leaving him felt entire levels of wrong but you did so anyways, and as you opened his dorm door you caught sight of that damn phone again and for some reason that was the one thing that finally let your tears take shape and leave a burning trail down your cheek. You shut the door softly behind you as you left and leaned against it on the other side, holding your sobs in with the palm of your hand.

The entire way home those tears still rolled down your face, from the moment you stepped out of the dorm room to the instant you stepped back into your own. They felt like scratch marks of their own and thankfully you didn’t run into anyone. All you wanted to do, you found, was lay down and sleep. You were tired too, and welcomed your mattress with a loud thud. Silence took it’s place and hung uneasily heavy over your room, cloaked your mind and body with fog.

You didn’t want to move from your place. You didn’t even want to roll over, not having the energy to even breathe evenly it seemed. With a whole lot of urging you managed to force yourself onto your back, staring up at your ceiling through blurry eyes. Things like this had happened so many times before, you’d think you’d have gotten used to it, but this time it felt… Different. You felt so unnaturally lonely.

Roughly you wiped at your eyes and sniffed, laying there on top of your blankets and pillows, wondering about Nathan as usual. After you’d left, what did he do? Did he cry, have another fit, break more things in his room? Or, worst of all, did he do nothing?

You felt selfish to be hurt at the idea of him doing nothing when you left, but you couldn’t help it. Something about the way he sounded, the way he looked at you, felt entirely new and you didn’t like it. His expression didn’t have any substance, his eyes almost entirely empty towards you. Perhaps tonight was his breaking point, but not nearly in the way that you had imagined it would be.

Sitting at your side your phone sat like a brick, unalerting and silent. ‘I’ll call you’, he’d said, but there wasn’t a thing in his voice that led you to believe he actually would.

The entire night felt strange and alien. It felt wrong, like it shouldn’t have happened, or should have happened a different way. You wondered what it was you could have done to change things even though it meant nothing now that it had all happened. You couldn’t go back in time, you couldn’t change the course of your actions, what little ones you had done.

Your ceiling, white and simple, served as a holder for your eyes to unfocus on. Though tired, anxious, and hurt, you just sat there in silence and waited to hear that obvious and obtrusive ringtone of yours. You waited until you finally fell asleep, eyes heavy with tears and uncertainty.

Your phone still sat beside you the entire night.

There was nothing.