#there is no saving me. they WILL send my ass to the infirmary & this WILL be a mind electric reference

[synthshenanigans]

Johnny Cash doesn't sound like a real name to me anymore I'm too far gone, christ

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Do I make you nervous

Pairings: Abby Anderson x medic! Fem! reader

Abby stumbled into the medic tent. At first she was pissed because she had to hear an earful from Issac for ‘almost dying’ which she thought was total bullshit.

Then he yelled at her to get her act together before kicking her out the apartment complex and sending her down to the med bay.

There were some whispers here n there but Abby just ignored them; mainly focused on seeing her favorite medic. Normally Abby hated being in the infirmary but you for whatever reason made it more enjoyable.

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She sat down on the cot and leaned back waiting for you to walk over. Once you did Abby felt as though she got the wind nocked out of her.

Your hair was pulled back like normal and your outfit was a simple tanktop and cargo pants.

Abby however noticed how your top fitted your figure and gave her not complaining a nice view.

“So what did you do this time” you started to grab some medical supplies while catching your breath.

“Who says it’s something I did” she gave a sarcastic smile but that didn’t seem to amuse you. Walking back to her you started to wrap her cut arm up.

“Well from what I hear Issac really went off on you” you chuckled and looked up at her teasingly. “You know for getting ambushed by infected, loosing your gun, oh and don’t forget slicing your forearm and face open but your right you didn’t do anything.

She groaned, with her freehand she rubbed her eyes. “Who snitched”

“Manny”

“Of course”

“So to ask again.. what did you do”

Abby just sighed, she tried to ignore the uncomfortableness of you stitching up her wound . “Nothing much to tell.. some bloater came out of now where, fucked up my gun— it’s dead now obviously but” she just shrugged.

You however weren’t buying it. “Annndd this” you lightly held up her arm that was half closed. Abby mumbled something that you couldn’t understand.

“What was That”

“I said I fell on my ass and sliced it open” Abby’s tone was filled with embarrassment.. at first she expected you to laugh but you just nodded. “Well I guess we cant all be Perfect huh.. expect for me of course”

Abby just chuckled and shook her head.. you soon finished cleaning her arm and wrapped it up before moving to her face .

You held Abby’s face with a certian care. Dabbing to wound Abby shifted around making you smile lightly. “You seem uncomfortable” setting down the cotton ball and picking up a bandaid as the cut wasn’t deep. You placed it on her cheek but dragged your thumb to her bottom lip. “Do I make you nervous Anderson”

“No” was all Abby could manage. It seemed like you two were about to kiss before manny busted into your tent.

“Ok so Issac— what happened” he chuckled seeing how you were moved across the room suddently taking Interest in how many bandages you had stocked up, he took note of Abby’s red face and he just gave her a thumbs up making her scowl. “Well like I was saying Issac wants you to take a week off so in his words ‘you can get rid of whatever’s making you fuck up and get your act together’ “

She just nodded, manny soon left and Abby followed suit however before she could leave you grabbed her arm.

“Careful Anderson you still need some medicine”

“What do You mean you already fixed me up? If you talking a pill or something just save it for someone else” Abby insisted however you pulled her down to your height and kissed her.

Abby grabbed your waist and lifted you up some so you were on your tippy toes as you both kissed. You both pulled away for some air. “Damn.. that’s good medicine” she panted with a smile. “Got anymore”

You smiled back “Nuh uh Abby medicine is scarce you can’t be greedy” she just laughed and kissed you again.

—

Abby turned to leave but walked up behind you and grabbed your waist again befote whispering in your ear. “Come by tonight Kay.. I’m gonna need a lot more medicine you know because of my arm n shit” she kissed your neck and laughed as you pushed her away.

“I just said don’t be greedy” jokingly you shoved her out of your section in the infirmary.

Twking a break from all that damn angst I’ve been writing (there’s a shit ton in my drafts)

[elvriuh]

In Eyeless Jack's infirmary || Head Cannons and Scenario! || MY AU.

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EYELESS JACK

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As soon as you stepped into his room- infirmary, there's Jack, arms crossed like a bouncer. Seems like he caught wind of the ruckus downstairs from his infirmary.

It's your first time in his domain, so Jack's cutting you some slack. But trust me, he's not thrilled about it. Cut the guy some slack, you know?

If you're in his good books, he'll treat you well, but if you've rubbed him the wrong way, get ready for some extra tender care on those wounds, if you catch my drift.

Hey, at least you're not pulling a Jeff, showing up at the infirmary every single day.

You shot him a goofy grin as he pointed towards a bed, hinting for you to park your butt on it. You did as told, no questions asked.

Your face was throbbing, and well, your whole body felt like it had been through a wrestling match with a gorilla. Your legs were the worst off.

Toby’s hatchet had grazed your legs, and honestly, if Masky hadn’t come to your rescue, shouting something about “YOU SHITTY ROGERS! YOU’VE GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME!”, you’d be toast.

Speaking of Masky, he was soaking wet. Did Toby douse him with water or something?

You let out a groan, collapsing onto the bed. It was surprisingly soft.

His ‘eyes’ were tracking your every move.

“What happened?” He asked, coming closer.

You glanced at him.

“Well, I ticked off Toby, he tried to off me with his hatchet, then a soaked Masky swooped in and saved my sorry ass.” You filled him in.

You winced in pain. Jack quickly checked out your injuries, taking note of the severity of the cuts and bruises. Then he went to fetch the necessary supplies, your gaze following him.

He pulled out a well-stocked medical kit from the cabinet.

Jack started by grabbing a bottle of sterile saline solution, using it to clean the wounds, carefully removing any dirt or debris that might have gotten into the cuts. He then applied an antiseptic solution to make sure the wounds were properly disinfected.

Your face twisted in pain, but you tried to keep a poker face. You let out a sigh.

As he got ready to treat the deeper cuts, he picked out the right tools from the surgical kit, including sterile forceps and scissors. He stitched up the gashes with precision to help them heal properly. After applying some antibiotic ointment, he made sure the wounds were well-protected against possible infections.

Worried about your comfort, Jack offered you a mild painkiller. “This should help with the pain. Holler if you need something stronger, okay?”

You nodded and took it from him.

“Thanks!” You said with a smile.

Jack shook his head. “Just… try not to get hurt again, okay? I hate having to tend to you guys all the damn time now.”

You grinned as he continued. “Take it easy for now. I’ll try to get Masky to lay off on sending you on missions but… if he still does, at least know I tried.”

Then the door swung open and both you and Jack turned to look. Toby… Oh boy, he looked roughed up. You heard Jack let out a frustrated groan.

“Again, Toby!?” Jack chided. Toby just scoffed in response. You got up from the bed, thanked Jack and left the infirmary.

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[thatanimewriter]

UNDERGROUND.

➳ request: Hello, can i ask pyrrha with a gn mafia boss s/o who is a private person who has a dangerous semblance and hides it from pyrrha due to fear of pyrrha be disgusted by them and pyrrha doesn't knew that s/o is  vale's no 1 underground boss until s/o need to save pyrrha from cinder and told they're underling to fight off the grims and the white fang during the battle for beacon when the battle is over pyrrha ask about s/o's semblance and s/o confess to pyrrha about their semblance and how they become a mafia boss

➳ character/s: pyrrha nikos

➳ warnings: swearing, mentions of death and injuries, spoilers for volume 3 onwards 

➳ notes: thanks for requestinggg @unlikelyturtlelad​

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

──  𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐑𝐇𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐒.

probably was a little bit upset that you never told her

but idk how you were supposed to go

“hello, my love, i’m the most renowned mafia boss in vale with the highest kill count and when i kill someone, i just carry their soul with me forever and i can hear everyone kinda talkin in the background while i do my shit, but i can release them and it’s some serious body horror type stuff and it hurts like a bitch, but it is a good intimidation tactic :))”

...

honestly, that probably is the best way to summarise it but you don’t wanna get into that conversation when you can pretend to be a normal person, yknow???

you have no clue how to break it to her that you’re not actually a villain, even if you’re mafia-involved

all you did was steal something from the schnee family because fuck jacques

n now you’re a public enemy-

and you don’t know how to explain your distaste for ozpin

or ozpin’s distaste for you

ozpin just doesn’t like you cause you know his secret

i guess that’s the one benefit for mafia involvement

but you absolutely hate the whole maiden project cause you know it won’t work against salem but he’s trying anyway

n then pyrrha came to you to tell you about her being the next fall maiden-

and she can safely say she’s never seen you so angry

maybe even a little scary since your semblance started to flair up with your anger

a dark red fog starting to swirl around you and eyes forming from within the fog

she claimed she would be ok, but you knew better than she did this time

but first, she had to make sure ozpin would be ok, because she was 90% you were gonna kill him

this was especially evident when you found out she’d gone after cinder by herself from jaune

with a sigh, you made some hand signals to send your goons to deal with the white fang and grimm in your stead while you went to go find your girlfriend with a hero complex

naturally, cinder is aware of your existence

and she knows very well what you’re capable of

so when she’s nearly about to shoot an arrow into pyrrha’s chest, she hesitates when she sees the thick fog circle around the room, creating a dome shape

now, pyrrha knew about that part

but she wasn’t prepared for your body to warp in ways it really shouldn’t have ever warped

layered screams of agony echoed throughout your little dome as you drew your weapon and promptly forced cinder to aim at you instead of pyrrha

but it’s ok, as fucking terrified as she is, she knows she’s safe 

she thinks-

when things are over

things being cinder’s ass kicked and knocked the fuck out and a pleasant smile on your face after hearing ozpin is dead

which was quickly wiped off when you realised he’d just reincarnate

but surely you wouldn’t have to deal with him again, right??

wrong

but when you’re in the infirmary gettin everyone patched up, pyrrha has some QUESTIONS

you answer them

but answering 1 question leads to 5 more

in the end, she’s glad that she has someone like you to keep her safe

but she never wants to hear the screams of many people in her ears all at once ever again

she tried to ensure that, but you just said

“no promises”

because who knows when you need to use it again in this strange, strange world

and if you ever see ozpin again, you’re gonna want to use it anyway

just for putting pyrrha in danger on purpose and knowing what she was going against but still decided to go through with it anyway

[onemoregayapollokid]

Hi love! I loved what you did with the request about Wilyss their first kid! Could I put in two other requests? 1. When Alyss is pregnant with their second child, a new tradition enrolls: every time the Treaty's have a baby on the way, the kid(s) spend the night at Grandpa Halt and Grandma Pauline's place. Grandpa Halt! and akward kiddo questions pop up. Bonus: Pauline pestering her husband with the fact that he absolutely loves to be a grandfather. 2. While on the battlefield, Will gets mortally wounded while saving Madelyn. As he lays heavily wounded in the infirmary tent, Maddie is hysterical and out of her mind, but Halt hears Will whisper a name. "Alyss"... Will he live or not? Will Alyss welcome him in the afterlife or kick his ass back to the living? Surprise me ;)

Here is the second request! I'm gonna be honest, I rewrote this fic 4 times before finding a version that worked. It's not my favorite thing I wrote, but hopefully, you like it!

Fragile Bonds:

Word count: 2.3K

Cassandra sighed, rubbing a hand over her eyes. She had spent hours bent over the recreation map, ordering troop movement, attacks and counter attack,  reading the casualty reports that came in every few minutes. Her advisors did their best to take the stress off their Queens shoulders but the one thing that would relieve her stress was one thing no one could give her. She felt eyes on her and knew without looking up who had entered the tent. 

“ Gentlemen and Ladies, “ Cassandra instructed, “ Please give me a moment with Ranger Halt.” A murmur rippled through the advisors gathered in Cassandra’s command tent, none having seen Halt enter. They all bowed to their Queen, vacating the tent with limited comment. Alone with the retired ranger, Cassandra dropped into the nearest chair. 

“ Evelyn?” Halt questioned, using the name he had met her under, all those years ago in a country across the sea. She raised her eyes to his dark ones, anguish visible. 

“ I’m here, trying to make the best decision for my people, in the middle of battle and I don’t know where my husband and daughter are, if they’ve been injured or killed. I can barely bring myself to read the casualty  reports for fear I’ll find their names, but every other man who gives his life for me deserves the recognition. Who am I to place my husband and daughter above any other man who has paid for his loyalty with his life?” Halt smiled softly, understanding his Queen’s anguish. It was only after he had been told no vehemently by his five closest friends that Halt had agreed to stay off the battlefield. Cassandras had almost ordered him to stay close to her. Halt understood the fear of knowing that your family was facing danger and having to stay in safety and the feelings of guilt that brings up. 

“ I know how you feel. But I also know your child and husband. Horace has faced countless battles, and seen more war than even I have. He has possibly the most battle experience of anyone I’ve met, and he is fiercely protective of Madelyn. Maddie is an accomplished ranger, able to handle her own and she’s with Will. He would give his own life before allowing anything to happen to Maddie. They're both as safe as they possibly could be on a battlefield. “ Halt reassured Cassandra. She smiled softly, accepting the reassurance. Silence lapsed over the tent, Cassandra poring over the last report from the battle, Halt watching her, coffee in hand( Cassandra didn't even know where it had come from; he didn’t have it when he entered the tent) Halt watched his Queen carefully, seeing both the girl he met in Skandia, the women he saw on her wedding day and the queen ruling her country both firm and just. The queen he would have followed into battle if his age and body allowed him. Cassandra glanced up, feeling Halt’s eyes on her once again. 

“ Penny for your thoughts?” She questioned, pushing a blonde- though graying- strand of hair behind her ear. Halt shook his head, sending one of uncommon smiles Cassandra’s way. He  opened his mouth to respond to his queen, when the tent flap was lifted, and a young man, son to one of the soldiers supplied by the closest fief, burst in. He was panting, clearly having run for a while. Cassandra was on her feet in a flash, composing her face into the mask that her people, no matter their status, expected of her. Halt crossed to stand behind her, at her elbow. 

“ What is it, boy? “ Cassandra asked, trepidation woven into her voice. The young man bowed quickly, before speaking. 

“ My apologies, Your Majesty. But you need to see this. Princess- sorry, Ranger Maddie just returned, nearly running her poor horse into the ground to do so. “ Halt smiled inwardly, knowing that Maddie would never do anything to risk injury to Bumper. 

“ Show me” Cassandra commanded, following the man out of the command tent, Halt by Cassandra’s side. The trio hurried through the confusion of a camp at war, soldiers yelling and rushing through the camp. Ducking under a rope holding up a tent, Halt and Cassandra turned the corner and stopped dead in their tracks, taking in the scene in front of them. Bumper stood, sides heaving, head dropped low to the ground. Maddie was kneeling on the ground beside Bumper,  beside a man dressed in ranger garb, laying pale and still, arrow embedded in his shoulder. 

“Will!” Halt rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside his former apprentice. Maddie lifted her head, eyes red rimmed,  to face Halt. Halt was aware of Cassandra backing everyone away from Will, calling for the healers. 

“ I couldn’t stop it.” Maddie whispered, guilt etched deep into her face. Halt took in the lack of colour in Will’s face, and the linens wrapped and twisted around the arrow, to keep it stabalized during the frantic ride back to camp. Halt reached out gently and brushed the hair out of Will’s face, before standing and gently pulling Maddie to her feet and steering her towards her mother, keeping her out of the way of the healers.  

“ Maddie” Halt started, trying to make his voice gentle for the apprentice ranger. “ You did nothing wrong. You bound his wound, and you got him here safely. You did nothing wrong.” Maddie nodded mutely, watching the healers lift Will, carrying him to their tent. Cassandra crossed to her daughter, tucking the blond hair that escaped Maddie’s tight braid. 

“Come with me” Cassandra urged, draping a arm around the younger women’s shoulder. Maddie nodded, unable to hide the tears that streamed down her face. Halt watched the two of them walk back to Casssandra’s tent, Cassandra pulling her daughter close to her. Halt knew Maddie was in the best hands possible and that he needed to be with Will. Spinning on his heel, he rushed after the healers. 

Hqalt ducked as he entered the tent, low to the ground. He wrinkled his nose as the stench of blood and death reached him. He saw Will, on a cot toward the back of the tent, four healers working to get the arrow out of his shoulder. Two held him down, while one stabalized the end while the final healer prepared to snap the arrow. Halt hurried to the head of the cot. 

“ Allow me” He said to the healer holding Will down. The young man nodded, stepping back to let Halt step into his place. 

“Ready?” the healer holding the arrow shaft asked, glancing at his companions. Halt nodded, placing his hands on Will’s shoulder, knowing how much pain his former apprentice would be in once they started moving the arrow. With a grunt, the man snapped the arrow in half, Will screamed and then it was a mess of blood, of screams, of sweat and swears. Will thrashed against Halt’s steady hands, pain breaking through the cover of unconsciousness. Every movement caused Will to fight against the hands that steadied him, unaware of the comfort they attempted to bring him. At long last, the arrow was pulled free, and Will collapsed against the cot. He murmured something, brow furrowed. Halt knelt next to the cot, bending over to hear better. 

“ What was that, Will?” He asked softly. Will tossed his head again, muttering it again. And this time Halt heard it and it broke his heart. 

“ Alyss” 

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“ Hello love” Will opened his eyes, glancing around his surroundings. 

Halt’s cabin surrounded him, smelling like it always did. Of fire and coffee and home. The fire was crackling, burning cheerifully away in the hearth, like Will had just stepped outside to do chores. The table looked the same as always, papers piled high that Will never found time to deal with. And there, sitting at the table, two cups of coffee in front of her, was his wife. Will felt his heart constrict. 

“Alyss?” He whispered, eyes riveted on her, terrified she’d disappear just like every other time he’s dreamt of her. She smiled at him, brilliant and there and Will rushed to her gathering her into his arms. At length, Alyss backed out of Will’s embrace, leading him ny the hand to the table. 

“ I don’t understand” Will said, looking at Alyss. “ Your dead. You died. You died, Alyss,  and you left me alone. How can you be here, and why is it Halt’s cabin, when I know I was on the battlefield a few minutes ago?” Alyss looked at him, unreadable expression in her eyes. 

“ I know, Will. I know, I’m sorry I left you alone. Believe me, that was never my intention. But I wouldn’t change my decision if I  could. “ 

“ I know. You always were very sure of yourself. “ Will whispered. Alyss smiled fondly at her husband, resting her chin in her hand. She gestured to the cabin surrounding them. 

“ It’s funny, “ She mused, “ How you still refer to this place as Halt’s cabin when it’s been yours since Halt got married.” Will chuckled softly, warming to the conversation, both hands wrapped around Alyss’. 

“ Old habits die hard.” Will grinned, a hint of the boyish charm that drew Alyss to him all those years ago visible. His smile faded as he glanced around them. 

“ Lyss? “ He questioned. His wife hummed softly, meeting his gaze. 

“ Did I die? “ 

“ Not yet. “  Alyss’ face was somber. “ You're just.. In between right now. “

“ Will I die?” Will questioned, thoughts torn between the family he’d leave behind. And the woman sitting in front of him. 

“ No.” Alyss smiled at him then. “ Not if I have anything to say about it.” 

“ Do you?” Will questioned, cocking his head to one side. 

“ I’m your wife- of course I have a say.” She retorted. Will had to smile at that. 

“Then, Alyss, why am I here? If I’m not dead and won’t die, and you are dead, why am I here?” Alyss sighed then, squeezing Will’s hands. 

“ Because I wanted to see you.” She said simply. “ We didn’t get enough time together, and our time we did have was cut short. I miss you. I miss feeling your heartbeat under my cheek, knowing you were beside me and nothing could possibly hurt me while you were around. I miss the jokes you always told me when I had a stressful day, anything you thought would make me laugh again. I miss your arms around me as we danced around the kitchen, even with no music and you stepping on my feet every two minutes. I miss weh nI came home and your face lit up. I miss our life together. “  Will stood, tears in his eyes, drawing Alyss to the bed they had shared. He tugged her gently to his chest, resting his head on top of hers, legs slotting together. 

“ Let me stay.” He murmured into Alyss’ hair. The graceful courier sighed, hand coming up to rest on Will’s cheek. 

“ No love. You have so much left to do, and there’s still people who need you. “ 

“ I need you” Will argued. Alyss giggled, a familiar sound. 

“ And I’ll always be beside you. Every sunrise that makes you catch your breath, every time Maddie makes you smile, every bird who seems to sing a song just for you, they're all me. You will never ever be alone again, Will Treaty. And when your time finally comes, I’ll be right here, waiting for you. For the moment we no longer have to steal moments, we can have each other for eternity. “ Will sighed, tightening his arms around his wife. “ When I wake up, you’ll be gone, won’t you?” He questioned softly. Alyss nodded into his chest, brushing her lips against a new scar on his shoulder. 

“ You won’t see me anymore, no. But I’ll never be truly gone. I love you. I’ll always be a part of you. “ 

“ I love you.” Will whispered the words that he’d swallowed time and time again, now spoken freely. Alyss gazed at her husband, adoration in her eyes. 

“ I know.” She kissed him, gentle and pure, before drawing his head down to her chest. Alyss started humming, softly, and Will felt his eyes slip closed, the song echoing in his head. 

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“ Will?” Halt questioned softly. He’d sat by Will’s cot for hours, refusing to leave the man who meant so much to him. Will had been unconscious since the arrow was removed, save for the one time he muttered Alyss’ name. Maddie had been taken back to Cassandra’s tent, needing her mothers comfort.  Silence had hovered over the rangers, held at bay only by the sounds of everyone else in the medical tent. Halt thought he had seen a flicker cross Will’s face, and leaned forward. “ Will?” He questioned again. The younger ranger sighed, brow furrowing before relaxing, allowing his eyes to open slowly. 

“ Halt? “ Will murmured, rubbing at his eyes with his uninjured hand. 

“ Will, thank the gods.” Halt exclaimed, hands flying to reach out to  the younger man. Will smiled at Halt. 

“ I’m okay, Halt, " he said, pushing himself up using his good arm. Will’s smile disappeared and he looked pensive. 

“ I saw her Halt.” Halt glanced at him. He knew immediately who the she he spoke of was. 

“ What did she say? “ He questioned softly. Will smiled softly. 

“ It’s not my time. She said I still had things to do and people needed me. “ Halt nodded. 

“ She’s right. If we’re going to win this damn war, we need your mind.” Will chuckled, agreeing with Halt’s assessment. He would never argue when Halt was complimenting him, especially after the day he had. Outside, over the din of the battle, the birds were singing the song that was playing in Will’s head.  ‘Don't worry, love’ He thought. “I can wait until I see you again. “

[shitshowkb]

okay so i haven't watched in MONTHS but i just spent the last few days binge watching season 2 so as per usual here are my reactions throughout the ENTIRE season. i need season 3 like yesterday.

✧ fire country - season two reactions below the cut ✧

• i'm still mad that bode's ass is back in prison and i get that he did it for freddy but i'm still mad about it

• ope there's my favorite dilfs

• FUCK SLEEPER

• also if B doesn't get out of prison soon i'm gonna RIOT

• also can we please tell bode he has a kid, maybe he'll get his shit together and act right

• earthquake and a fire, let's goooo

• "but now i got me a knife" boy if you don't stop i stg

• you have got to be shitting me omg

• ambulance guy is kinda fine 👀

• not this idiot stitching himself instead of going to the infirmary

• i KNEW gabs had a thing with the medic

• tell him jake 👏🏼

• this shit is stressing me out

• if bode kills him, he's fucked

• oh great another earthquake

• man i knew it was gonna come down to bode saving this asshole

• "us being the next vince and sharon" gabs you barely even know this man

• bitch!? AN ENGAGEMENT RING

• MY MAN IS BACK AT THREE ROCK, LET'S GOOOOOOO

• oh my god AWKWARDDDDDD

• "i'm so happy for you" lying ass

• sharon on a motorcycle? that's HOT

• man i can't wait to see bode being a dad

• drunk kids doing drunk things, gotta love it

• shar gotta get it together, i get that she's pissed but come on

• fire below, fantastic

• come on gabs

• this shit is always so stressful

• OH SHIT, OH SHIT

• i KNEW vince was gonna hit him

• man i just need vince and shar to make up already

• not liam being the drone operator guy

• fuck him up vince

• "you won't break this family, but you will help keep it safe"

• man i love bode

• this whole little village of people are gonna cause some bullshit, aren't they?

• oh shit

• OF COURSE the cars are on fiRE

• this is intense

• god i love these leone men

• liam shut the hell up dude

• thank god eve and manny made up

• gabs baby that man is so in love with you, please pull your head outta your ass

• "you met a girl" HIS DAUGHTER DUMBASS

• these two idiots

• damn sharon looks FINE in that outfit 🥵

• idk man i can't see gobs being happy anywhere besides 42

• "no manny, i can't be your date to jake's wedding" 😂

• man i feel like that reaction was a little much

• like they were just helping that little girl???

• and now bode can't see gen??? that's some bullshit

• i don't like chemical fires, too many unknowns

• of course there are people trapped

• bode with this little girl, y'all he's gonna be such a good dad 🥹

• trouble in paradise

• oh dear god where does an explosion always gotta be eminent

• man i like cole, i hope eve changes her mind about him

• OH MY GOD

• OH THANK GOD

• eve better not send cole back to prison

• lmaoooo diego is pissed

• eve come on

• oh my god no

• a fire tornado!? seriously!?

• i am STRESSED

• this is crazy

• besties we're in a wooden shack in the middle of a FIRE TORNADO, we can't stay here

• cara better not die man i stg

• hell yeah eve

• holy shit

• oh my god NO

• i'm sobbing wtf

• this is not okay

• man gen better be bode's daughter

• man i do not like this shit

• why is bode always in some crazy ass life or death situation

• fuck him up mickey

• BODE'S NOT HER DAD!?

• WHAT THE FUCK

• this show just stays pissing me off

• having them build a fence around fire camp makes me so sad for them

• and it makes me so sad that bode can't be at gen's guardianship signing thing

• manny perez is so mf fine

• why is everyone so pissy about the fire camp now??? it's always been there and they've never bothered anyone so stfu thanks

• eve baby, you gotta chill out a little bit

• what the fuck oh my god

• and now the guardianship signing is postponed, greatttttt

• i don't like how any of this custody stuff is going down

• look at gabs killing it on her first day as medic

• hell yeah eve, tell em 👏🏼

• oh here we go

• this damn show either has me stressed tf out, crying or pissed off i stg

• you have GOT to be shitting me

• NOT VINCE, PLEASE NOT VINCE

• oh thank god

• man i think jake is gonna be a great dad, but this makes me so sad for bode

• because i know he's gonna be an AMAZING dad

• WHAT THE FUCK SHUTTING DOWN THREE ROCK!?

• vince and manny are my favorite bromance

• dammit vince

• gabs please talk some fucking sense into vince

• oh gabs mom is gorgeous

• i don't know if i like gabs mom yet, pls hold

• oh good lord, can we not have vince's life on the line again!?

• vince leone you stubborn idiot, please go fix your heart issue

• dammit vince COME ON

• MOTHER FUCKING UNCLE LUKE

• HE'S THE ONE WHO RECOMMENDED CLOSING THREE ROCK!?

• someone beat his ass i am BEGGING

• when i said someone beat his ass, i DID NOT mean set the firehouse on fire in the process

• "my boy's a poet" i love cole

• "I will get you to that fire" hell yeah you will

• so gabs and diego aren't actually gonna get married, right?

• alright campaign fire i already know this shit is gonna be intense, let's gooo

• "promise me you won't die" this poor girl

• bode is SO mf fine

• gabs is insane bc i'd be climbing that man like a tree

• if vince doesn't tell bode and sharon what's been going on with him i stg

• manny what the actual fuck are you doing!?

• i feel like gabs should just beat vince and manny's asses, they need it at this point

• billy burke playing his guitar, god bless 😍

• these two idiots LOVE each other come on

• tell him eve 👏🏼

• i'm glad gabs told bode but i fear that shit is not going to pan out well

• manny and gabs made up, time for vince to stop lying to shar

• "we're trapped" vince i stg

• OH AND THE FUCKING TREMOR IS BACK

• fantastic. great. wonderful.

• besties i am going to lose my shit

• dammit vince don't you fucking give up

• i am ✨stressed✨

• NOW KISS

• YASSSSSSSSSSSS

• "another bad decision" bitch shut up you love him

• THREE ROCK WILL REMAIN OPEN

• HELL YES

• A WARRANT FOR MANNY'S ARREST!?

• is this a fucking joke!?

• BUT WAIT does this lead to INMATE MANNY!? because i lowkey wanna see that

• now where the fuck is manny? please tell me he's not this stupid

• don't you fucking run manny

• MY MAN GOT THE EXTRAORDINARY CONDUCT CREDIT

• LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO

• MY MANS IS FINALLY FREE

• last episode let's gooooo

• gabby baby pls don't marry diego

• man i think eve would kill it leading all the fire camps but i don't think she wants to leave her people and edgewater behind

• and jake becoming an inspector?

• nah baby, bode is getting out and i need him to fight fires at 42 with his people

• vince and shar are so happy 🥹

• OMG FREDDY

• bode baby please avoid that man like the plague

• gabs sent bode the exact donut he was just talking about getting the next day? SOULMATE SHIT

• "it's just a donut" is it bode, is it really??

• the leone men out here cleaning firetrucks because they can't run calls, i love them

• manny what the fuck are you doing sir??

• bode baby please don't fuck this up

• explosion at the hospital, here we go

• ugh i love this man

• and he was literally born to be a firefighter

• if he doesn't get to be a member at 42 i'm DONE

• cole out here making some damn good points to eve

• "aw honey, you waited up" lmao i love bode and freddy

• "first 72 are up. you stayed out of trouble, now you need to start some." freddy i love you

• "go get your girl bode"

• bode out here on a mission to FUCK SHIT UP

• man come on

• hell yes sharon wants her old job back

• can uncle luke please fuck off to like canada or something

• "do they still do that thing where they ask if anyone objects?" lmaooo eve knows

• RICK IS GEN'S DAD!?!?

• NO MOTHER FUCKING WAY

• CARA BABY WHAT WERE YOU THINKING

• WHAT THE FUCK MAN

• she can't do it, she can't marry diego

• man why does the season gotta end like that

• i hate cliffhangers man

• uncle luke i'm begging please do this one nice thing for ONCE

• also if jake loses gen it's going to fucking wreck him

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Atypical friendships: Karube-Maki-Kuina

Notes:  I don’t think this is atypical AT ALL, but I wanted to welcome Karube and Maki to the fandom! So I’m tagging @daikichixkarube @osmosistakumi​ and @kuinaoflight​ so they can tell me how many I got right. 

If you want to see the other parts of ‘atypical friendships’, look under this tag in my blog. So far, I’ve got Kuina-Kuzuryuu, Chishiya-Usagi, Ann-Aguni, Yaba-Mira and Niragi-Lisa.

- The three of them share pretty similar traits: protective of their friends, big hearts, impulsive, love fighting and they seem like generally fun-loving people. 

- Maki’s the more introverted out of the three of them, though it’s not hard to seem introverted next to the likes of Karube and Kuina. 

- I think the reason why they didn’t meet in the show is that at least one of them would’ve died within a week of them knowing each other, because they kept doing increasingly stupid things. In these cases, Karube would usually be the ‘mom friend’ who tries to keep Kuina and Maki from seriously hurting themselves, but he rarely accomplishes anything. He’d be mixing a drink at the Beach’s bar when Chishiya comes to fetch him to try and talk some sense into Kuina. When he asks her what she’s doing she says ‘Maki and I are trying to bend this metal pole by kicking it’. ‘And where is Maki?’ ‘He’s at the infirmary with an icepack on his leg, but once the swelling’s gone down he’s going to try again.’

- Karube uses them to taste new drinks he comes up with, and this ends with them having a drinking night. Maki has a surprisingly high tolerance to alcohol, while it’s hard to say when Kuina’s actually drunk because she acts a lot like she does when she’s sober, but when she decides it’s a good idea to climb onto a tabletop, it’s time to cut her off. 

- Kuina constantly makes them bracelets and necklaces for them to wear. Since it’s impossible to wear all of them, Karube and Maki have started tying them to various objects; their keychains, the bags for Maki’s equipment, the hems of some trousers…

- Karaoke! They’d love karaoke: Maki can actually sing pretty well, Karube is a decent singer, and Kuina can’t hit a note to save her life. However, she puts on such a performance that they love watching her or doing duets with her. When the three of them are singing together, any and all attempts to stay on pitch go out of the window and they simply start screaming the lyrics of the song at the top of their lungs and laughing, leaving behind a horrified audience. 

- Karube and Kuina would be THE BIGGEST fans of the Sology. They’d go to every concert and be the most enthusiastic people in the audience. They’d also shout very inappropriate scenes to try and distract Maki. ‘Sign my tits!’ Said by Karube. ’Sign my ASS!’ Said by Kuina. ‘SIGN MY DI-‘ You get the picture. However, the most embarrassed person in the room isn’t Maki, but Kuzuryuu, quietly standing beside them and wishing the earth would swallow him. 

- I truly pity you if you mess with one of them, though if you’re stupid enough to do so while being aware that the three of them know how to fight, that’s on you. A guy acts particularly sleazy towards Kuina and Karube jumps out of the bar, Maki puts his drumsticks down, and Karube starts saying ‘Listen up: first she’s going to beat you up, then I’m going to beat you up, then he’s going to beat you up, then SHE’S going to beat you up, then I’M going to beat you up…’ Sometimes this drags on for so long that either Kuina interrupts by sending a kick to the guy’s face, or enough time has passed for Chishiya to go get his taser. 

- Maki and Kuina have skincare nights. Have you SEEN Maki’s face? If I want to know his skincare routine, Kuina definitely wants to know it too. 

- The Beach actually has four rules, the fourth one is ‘don’t speak the forbidden words (I dare you to…) in front of Kuina, Maki and Karube.’ 

- ‘The friends of my friends are my friends too’: this is something they take by heart and mostly, it works. Karube and Kuina get on with the other members of the Sology like a house on fire, Maki and Kuina like Arisu and Chota and make sure they’re protected in games, but Chishiya… well, they’ll get along with him one day. Hopefully.

- Speaking of, they have gotten hurt in the past because they were defending one of their friends’ loved ones, for example, Karube getting hurt protecting Kyuuma and telling Maki that ‘it’s alright, I know you would’ve done the same for Arisu or Chota.’ They all know how hard it is to lose someone close to them and they’d never wish that kind of pain on their friends. 

- They have the same reasons for making it out alive: Karube has his girlfriend, Kuina her mother, and Maki has the Sology. They understand perfectly what it is to love other people with their entire hearts and being willing to do anything for them. 

And here’s a meme I made:

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I have a request for Rooster and Daderick please if that's ok. Can I ask for "falls trying to leave the room" and "sickly"?

You got it!! Working through the list this fine afternoon (6pm lmao)  and it's still 40 degrees celsius. I'm literally gonna boil. (that was the day I started it lmao, it’s now a rather comfortable 28 degrees)

I had a RIVETING conversation with a customer today (that day) about a home loan application- do your research folks, don't flub your expenses just because you think we'll give you your loan... and that's general advice, it may be adjusted to your situation (the legal stuff)

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Maverick wasn't expecting Rooster to get up, projectile vomit on to the classroom floor and then pass out in the middle of a lecture.

To be fair, he wasn't expecting anyone to get up, projectile vomit and then pass out in the middle of a lecture.

"Oh, fuck!"

"Roos!"

"Rooster!"

The rest of the team leapt up at lightning speed, Bob the closest to Rooster and he managed to save him from landing in the puddle.

"Bradley, you with us?" Maverick called as he knelt by his godson, brushing a hand through his hair and checking for any injuries he'd hidden (it wouldn't be the first time. Like father like godson and all that).

He didn't respond. Maverick's brows furrowed and he pointed in the general direction of Fanboy.

"Go and get medical and Cyclone. Now!"

Then he glanced up at Payback.

"Grab a bottle of water for me, kid."

"Yes sir," Payback said and Bob followed him out of the classroom. Phoenix cupped Rooster's neck, feeling for any swelling. When she didn't feel anything she stepped back, yanking at Jake's jacket.

"Jesus, Tashie, you want me to take it off that bad? Just as- ow!"

She bundled up the jacket and tucked it under Rooster's head, looking to Maverick for the next step.

"And now we wait," Maverick huffed in response, sitting flat on his ass instead of the crouch he'd initially been in.

-

Less than thirty seconds later Rooster stirred, body jolting upright in alarm but Maverick stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Steady there, kid. Jeez, are you alright? What the fuck happened?”

“I don’t- I dunno, I just... god, that’s so embarrassing... I just felt hot, and then nauseous... did I pass out?”

“Rooster, meet the floor,” Hangman said dryly from where he was remaining behind Coyote on the off chance Rooster was contagious. 

“Fuck off Bagman,” Bob snapped, looking over Rooster worriedly.

“Does anything hurt?” He asked. Rooster took a moment, gathering his thoughts.

“Uh, no, nothing... nothing hurts.”

“Alright, let’s give him some space, guys,” the medic called as she opened the door. Everyone except Maverick backed up, Payback jogging into the room with the requested water while Fanboy came back shortly after with Cyclone in tow.

“Rooster, what happened?” Cyclone asked, gently pushing through the team to join the medics and Maverick.

“Sir, I’m not sure. I just... felt hot... next thing I knew I was down here.”

“Let me do my job please, sir,” the medic insisted to Cyclone who was very nearly kneeling in whatever had come up. Maverick hesitantly stood, backing away as a sign of trust but Rooster grabbed his ankle.

“Don’t go too far.”

“Oh, I know kid, it’s all good. No hospitals for you... right, doc?”

Maverick glanced at the doctor, sending her a raised eyebrow. She checked Rooster’s heart rate, and then pulled a thermometer from her kit.

“If you don’t have a fever, I would chalk it up to food poisoning. No need for you to spend time in the infirmary, you can sleep it off at home.”

Rooster huffed at the thermometer under his arm, frowning at the doctor.

“Surely the Navy isn’t too cheap to give you one of those thermometers that go on your forehead?”

“Lucky for you, we upgraded from the rectal thermometers last financial year,” the doctor deadpanned, earning snorts of amusement from the Daggers. The thermometer beeped and everyone held their breath while the doctor checked it. When she nodded everyone heaved a sigh of relief but she was moving still.

“Better do a check, I know all about your godfather’s history. Hiding any cuts, bruises or scrapes in strange places I should know about?” She asked as she helped Rooster lift his shirt. Fanboy smacked his hand over Bob’s eyes but Bob whacked him back. When the doctor was satisfied she turned her attention to Maverick and Cyclone.

“I can’t see any indicators of anything serious, nor of a stomach flu. I’d say he ate something, and the sudden need to throw up shot out his balance which made him go down. You’d be surprised what nausea makes grown men do.”

“We’ll take your word for it, doc, thank you.”

“I’d leave him on bed rest for the rest of today, and no flying tomorrow but knowing Rooster’s history, nothing I say matters.”

“If you don’t want him in the air he won’t be in the air,” Maverick said, Cyclone nodding in agreement. The Daggers stared in shock.

“Should we take a photo?” Payback whispered to Fanboy, Phoenix elbowing Hangman.

“Look, Bagman, even Maverick can get along with his superiors! What’s your excuse?”

-

Tucked up in bed, a bucket on the floor beside him, Rooster wasn’t sure what was doing his head in more; his inability to get out of bed, or the fact that he didn’t want to get out of bed. He was known for being on his feet at all times, as the rest of the Daggers were, and time spent in bed meant time he wasn’t in the air, or doing drills, or taking notes-

“How’s it goin’, kid?”

Maverick paused in the doorway, a bottle of water and a tub of something- Rooster hoped to god it wasn’t soup, that would 100% make him hurl again- with a tentative smile on his face. Rooster sighed, sitting up with his arms crossed over his chest.

“God, you throw up in class once and all of a sudden- is that applesauce?”

“-I know soup makes you more nauseous, so I thought- y’know, BRAT diet-”

“-oh my god, Mav, I haven’t had applesauce since I was a kid! Mom only used to buy it-”

“-when you had the stomach flu, especially in the summer because you refused to eat soup,” Maverick smiled, sitting the tub on the nightstand with the water bottle. He passed over a spoon and Rooster reached for the tub, tentatively taking a spoonful just to make sure it wasn’t going to fuck him over completely. When his stomach remained where it was he sighed in relief, eyes falling closed as he tried to get something into his system.

“You always hated soup, Roos, even when your mom tried the whole soup Sunday thing.”

“It’s gross, Mav, the texture, the smell- ugh. It makes me nauseous just to think about it.”

“Alright, no more soup talk. How are you feeling otherwise?”

“Batshit bored, Mav, and it’s only been... what? A couple hours?”

“Thirty minutes, Roo, since I dragged you in here and put you to bed. To be fair, you did nap the first twenty.”

“This is gonna be a really long day,” Rooster sighed, putting the empty applesauce container back on the nightstand. Maverick’s eyes drifted to the TV sitting on the dresser opposite the bed.

“Wanna watch the reruns?” He asked.

Rooster was suddenly very interested.

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I saw your post, can I request prompt 6 & 17 as well as kisses 3 then 4 for Byakuya Kuchiki 😪💖 muchly appreciated

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Fandom: Bleach

words: 1,419

Rated: G

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None!

Harmony: Oooo sounds pretty fun! Here you go I hope you enjoy it!

Prompt 6: "I can't stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you're always on my mind"

Prompt 17: "Part of me wants to keep the promise I made to myself.. the other half wants to say 'screw it'" "Which half is winning?" "The latter"

Kiss 3: Small peck, pause, then a passionate kiss

Kiss 4: Against the wall/door kiss

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Everyone dies.

Even soul reapers have an expiration date. That is just how life is.

Sometimes, trying to deny the reality of this can be very hard for anyone.

You were completely different from her. Yet, you somehow add some kind of spark or flame that burns in Byakuya's soul.  He couldn't understand it.  You were loud, too obnoxious, and extremely opinionated which were all the things Byakuya loathed. But when you are passionate, fierce, and confident with yourself those were the parts where you shined the most. The realization that he first liked you dawned on him was when you first saved him. Your fighting was fierce yet elegant, the power, the fiery in your eyes when you defeated the enemy was perfect. But the touch when you gave him was so gentle and nurturing. He couldn't deny that he wanted you to keep caressing him until you opened your mouth.

"Wow, you really got your ass handed to you, idiot."

There it was. Your talking always killed the mood, reminding me how truly unbearable you really can be.

"You don't look so good either..."

You grinned, followed by a boisterous laugh, "True but at least I'm still standing. I checked and it looks like you have a few broken bones on your arm and left leg, other than that, just a few scrapes and bruises. You're lucky that guy didn't fuck you up even more. Good thing your princess is here to save you huh?" Still, even with the pain he was in he still couldn't help but roll his eyes at you.

"Even in battle, you're still as irritating as the day I first met you."

You giggled at him, true, but you knew right from the beginning that he had some kind of interest in you. Rather it's your good qualities or your bad ones.

"Come on, let me help you up, I'll take you to the infirmary."

A week later Byakuya couldn't help but think back on the day when you saved his life, it was becoming too distracting. What's even worse was that he had to take everything easy since he was healing.  Even Renji himself could tell something was wrong with him, it was like he was always daydreaming about something. Everyone knew you had affected Byakuya in a certain way, whether it was in a negative or a positive way. It was still entertaining for everyone to see.

It was quite clear that you felt the same way when you appeared at Byakuya's hospital room with a bunch of flowers and a cute kawaii bunny stuffed animal.

"Why are you giving me such an unnecessary gift?" He glared at them, especially the stupid-looking bunny.

"Because I notice that no one has given you any gifts."

"That's because I specially requested everyone not to send me anything."

"Well, I did it anyway."

There you go again... but instead of being annoyed by the fact that you went out and did it any way he was somehow very touched by the nice gesture.

"Just exactly why would you go out of your way to send me things I specially requested not to?"

"Because I care for my captain and I know that you like bunnies." You smirked at him, causing Byakuya to let out an exasperated sigh, "You never change, do you? Always being so ridiculous."

You made a silly pouty face, fake crying afterward, "So harsh Bya~ All I wanted was to express how much I care of you." Your smile was genuine and it lit up the whole infirmary room, it made Byakuya's heart skip a beat. He somehow felt...warm when you smiled at him just like this. You walked closer to him, leaning down to cup his cheek, staring into his eyes.

You gave him a small peck on the lips out of nowhere. Byakuya's eyes widened, not sure what to think, your eyes widened again, your face now red like the roses you have given him. "I-I um... I better get going. See you later Captain Byakuya!" You then scurried off before he could say another word to you.

Now A month later, he was still thinking about the kiss you had given him. It had become nonstop, he remembered what your lips had felt like and how your warmth had healed something in him. He had promised to never fall in love again, he made that promise to Hisana and he was sticking to it but now here you are, breaking down the wall that he made all these years. Was it truly okay to fall in love with someone who was the exact opposite of Hisana?

Was it okay to truly love again?

He had never felt this way towards anyone else before...

"Hey Captain, I have the papers for you~." You hummed as you busted into Byakuya's office. Typical you, but a different day. He sighed, picking up his pen before staring at you rather coldly, "Set it on my desk." You did just that, staring at him out of curiosity. He seemed... different like he was always deep in thought. Why exactly was that?

"Hey Captain, out of curiosity, is something wrong?" Byakuya shot his head up, speaking rather quickly, "why would there be something wrong?" You simply shrugged, "I know something is wrong, ever since the day I visited you. I want to apologize for the kiss, I was worried about you and I was relieved that you would be okay...I just... don't know what I would if anything were to happen to you."

"Is that so?"

You nodded, "Yeah, despite our bickering I really do... like you.  As a boss I mean." He was silent, and it had made you nervous, why he's always so silent when he thinks?

"Are you sure it isn't just more than just that?" His question was so straightforward it made you even more scared to say something.

"Maybe it is, the real question is, what do you really think about me?"  You stared at him, now it was your turn to be straightforward. He got up from his desk, walking up to you, his dark eyes stared into your shiny e/c ones.  His slightly cold hand, cupped your reddened cheek, they felt nice against your warm skin, "I can't stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you're always on my mind. And I don't know why. At first, I thought because you irritated me so much. Everything that you said was always so memorable but the day when you saved me, it made me realize how strong, passionate, and capable you are. It was something I always ignored and now I realized how... important you are to me."

You couldn't help but giggle at what he had said, "Really? So, you do like me?" Your heart was racing, but you were deep down scared at what he had said, you realized that he might not be able to love you because of Hisana.

He took your hands into his', before speaking again, "Part of me wants to keep the promise I made to myself... the other half wants to say 'screw it' and love you with all of my heart."  You couldn't believe he would be this vulnerable towards you, "Really? Then Which half is winning?" "The latter."

He lifted your chin up, so you could stare into your eyes, for once his eyes were filled with something, something passionate and loving. Then, right before completely pulling into you, he pushes against the wall, placing a hand onto the wall right beside you to trap you, making sure that you wouldn't leave his grasp, not like you wanted to leave anyway. He gave you a peck on the lips, then he went right back in to give you another kiss, this time more loving and passionate. You both spent a minute enjoying each other like this, the urgency you both had for each other was apparent. He needed you as much as you needed him. He then let go of you, the both you of panting from the kiss you both went through together.

You then smirked at him, "So why don't you tell me how you really feel Captain."

For the first time he smiled at your smart mouth, "You always have something to say, don't you?"

"If it makes our relationship more interesting than yes, I do." You teased him, causing him to lean forward again to give you another kiss.

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rusted wheel | 'the last man' inspired rec list gen(ish) & mcshep fic under the cut

At Least In This by Chandri

Rodney was always going to be the last one standing.

john finds out just how much rodney gave up to send him back where he belongs. he isn't happy about it.

The Bird Watcher by kariye

“I know,” he says, and she says, “Do you know what love is?” and she uses his own images against him:

query: image: Rodney McKay: status: hologram: speaking: do you know what love is image: John Sheppard: location: infirmary: Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan, Rodney McKay sitting around him image: Rodney McKay: speaking: do you think he’s going to be all right image: Teyla Emmagan: speaking: I know it image: Rodney McKay: speaking: you don’t know that, medically image: Teyla Emmagan: speaking: then I believe it query: image: Rodney McKay: status: hologram: speaking: do you know what love is image: Rodney McKay: speaking: okay, maybe something like that

i don't wanna write a summary blurb for this one because i think going in blind and trying to sort out whats happening as you read is a part of the magic of this story. but i will say this; reading this felt like returning to a place you remember fondly and never thought you would see again. kariye's ability to use sci-fi elements to tell a beautifully emotional story makes this a must read experience.

Dream a Little Dream by tzzzz

Rodney asked Carson if he wanted to dream. He didn't bother to ask John.

rodney programs a sort of vr for john, to help him pass the time while he's in stasis during 'the last man'. some dreams are harder to wake up from than others.

Gravity by Rheanna

If Sheppard had a physical body, he'd be waking up, looking around curiously, frowning. As it is, his program is doing similar things: testing input/output connections to the rest of the database, running self-diagnostics and sending data packets out over random paths to check for responses. It feels strange to Rodney not to be able to directly observe the processes running in the partitioned cluster but, then again, that's exactly why he set it up this way. After all this time, there's another independent entity on the network, one program out of tens of millions that Rodney has no control over.

He's not alone anymore.

set in the time between john entering stasis and his return to atlantis. rodney makes an AI sheppard to keep him company.

Last Man Reshuffle by pir8fancier

...classy." John held up the glass, which had a picture of William Shatner as Kirk emblazoned on the front.

"Given current events, you're lucky I'm not chugging directly from the bottle. We bought a set of twenty-four at a Star Trek convention we went to a few years ago. Only proving, once and for all, that collectively we have an emotional age of about twenty-two."

an alternate take on 'the last man'. john is sent to another sort of future he is ill-equipped to deal with. luckily, he's with genius. (seriously, sheppard's unconditional trust/faith in rodney, to both save his ass and fix the universe, is one of my favourite things about their relationship, and this fic exalts in it.)

Nothing Like the Sun by mandysbitch

He’s cutting his thumb when John shows up again. “You shouldn’t do that,” John says. He leans over Rodney as he writes a formula on the floor. This time, Rodney’s done with ignoring him. Phantom, apparition or vision, John’s just as provocative as he was in real life. “I’m doing it for you,” Rodney says. “I’m trying to save you.” “Me?” John says. “What about Carter and Ronon and Teyla? What about Keller?” “Yes, them too,” Rodney says. “I can save them all.”

rodney's need to fix everything at the expense of everything else lands him in psychiatric care before he makes it back to atlantis in 'the last man'.

That Which by Darsynia

"McKay to Sheppard—you have five minutes to find your guy," Rodney reminds him. John's really kind of scared that he already has.

wow. just wow. an epically long 'the last man' tag, canon au, where not one word is extraneous. after being rescued from the rubble of michael's sabotage, john, rodney and ronon are more desperate than ever to find teyla. emotional and plotty. the epitome of 'leave no one behind'.

big thanks to the lovely @cassiope25 (&anon!) for asking for this rec list <3 i had a ton of fun putting this together, and i hope u enjoy these as much as i do!!

also, if ur looking for more recs, check out my recs page here! it is not complete by any means bahaha. i had a bunch of fic saved to my ibooks (and then all my notes and stuff got deleted 🙃 honestly felt like a part of me died) sooo i've been rereading a bunch while reading new stuff. and whatever i love gets added there! check back periodically for updates!

[theyscreamjade]

Can you do Kiri, Iida, Izuku, and Bakugo with a s/o who goes deaf from a concussion received during a fight or even training. (I lost my hearing and I haven't seen much done for deaf readers. Thank you so much if you do respond hun.)

Severe Silence

Words can’t describe how I feel for you honey, Trust me, you’re not alone. I’ve always had hearing issues since I was born and they’re stating I may or may not lose my hearing in the future which hurts because music is my life and I can’t see myself without it. I hope this makes your day and if you need to talk, I’m always here.

Disclaimer: Slight Gore, Abuse and Acts Of Violence

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Eijiro Kirishima

* He remembers the whole accident that day because he was the one who carried you to the infirmary.

* It was training to see how you’d withstand during a earthquake and you were one of the following that was instructed to stand in a building.

* Aizawa wasn’t too keen on it but you insisted that you wanted a challenge.

* When the ground started to shake, wood, chunks of cement started tumbling down. You had your practice dummy to your back, running towards the safe exit with Ochacko and Shoji following close behind.

* Apart from the training, a ding would be heard when there’s another victim close by, you guys had the majority of them. Even though the earthquake ended, parts were still falling.

* You handed your dummy off and went off to find another one, and never returned.

* You were eventually sent to the hospital even though Recovery Girl healed you.

* You weren’t heard of for a while which worried your Sharky lover.

* During a free period, Baku-Squad including Deku, Momo, and Ochacko comes over to visit you.

* You were home alone and when you opened the door to see your friends, you couldn’t help but burst into tears because you couldn’t hear their excited voices to see that you’re fine.

* I do see Kirishima as the type to pull out his phone and ask you if you were okay through the notes app.

* You tell them back when you were grabbing the last dummy, you tripped and slammed your head into a large block of cement.

* Being the amazing boyfriend he is, he’s going to learn every possible way to speak to you.

* To sign language to even speaking as slow as he possibly can.

* He’s willing to do everything to make everything easier for you and to keep that gorgeous smile on your face.

* He knows how hard it is to lose something that you’re so used to having and it pains him to see you a tad bit depressed because you can’t hear him anymore.

* Just know he’s going to do anything that would seem impossible to help you through every step.

* This includes training, If you always relied on your ears he’ll help you try to find another way to smell a villain near you.

* He’s going to encourage you to keep going towards your dream and never give up.

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Izuku Midoriya

* His feet never ran so fast when you were found unconscious.

* During your first internship, You and Izuku were attempting to save Eri that day. Everyone was soon separated.

* When it seemed that it wasn’t going to be well, you sent him to go get Eri while you fought the villains with others.

* The mission was a success but came with painful consequences, You fought with a villain who was a tad bit advanced for you. You fought with all your might while the building warped and swirled.

* The last thing you could remember was the villain's backup appearing behind you and attacking you as everything became black.

* Luckily, One of the pro-heroes rushed over and defended you while their sidekicks quickly took you towards the medic.

* When Deku first found out, not even caring if he was injured or not. He wanted to see you. He wanted to make sure you were okay.

* It took him a while to see you and when he did, he was ecstatic to see you awake and responsive.

* He called your name but..you never responded, which confused him. He had to touch your shoulder, nearly giving you a heart attack as he asked what’s wrong and you just stared.

* Then, he knew..something was wrong.

* Upon finding this out, Izuku being the great and amazing guy he is will also take many precautions to learn to speak to you.

* His sign language is a tad bit rusty and sucks a bit, but give him a chance. He’s trying.

* In each conversation you two have, he’ll always make sure he’s speaking slow and you’re able to see his lips move.

* If he can’t speak or wearing a mask, he’ll either text you or type his words through his phone for you.

* He’s going to tell you that you should keep going on your fight to be a hero.

* Izuku will train with you and see if you two could discover a different method that you could use during battles.

* He will never give up on you and will always help you with your dreams.

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Katsuki Bakugo

* Everything happened so fast that even HE couldn’t keep up.

* One minute, You were kicking ass, destroying every villain in your way.

* Even though the attack was extremely random and with the permission from the teachers to fight these villains who interfere with your training for the fifth time in a span of a few years.

* Hell, you had your hero’s license so you had the right to kick their asses.

* You stood up, cracking your neck and fists before punching another villain back to the ground.

* Katsuki saw the purple blur flash past him as a large Nomu appeared to your turned back.

* Before he could even react, his body ran you over. His corrupted face looked down at what he did as Bakugo’s anger boiled over the surface. He grabbed the villain he was originally fighting and launched him into the Nomo before blasting them with his explosion as hard as he possibly could.

* No one hurts you. No one.

* It took Kirishima, Denki, Izuku, and lastly, a time-limited All Might to get him off the Nomo who he SURPRISINGLY knocked out.

* Once he could relax, he walks to your dorm. When he knocks and you don’t answer, it makes him worried.

* He won’t kick the door down..but..knock it off the hinges and discovers you crying on the bed.

* All the banging, knocking he did and you didn’t react while he was standing in front of him, his heart instantly knew that damn Nomu did something to you.

* He already knew sign language, there’s no lie in that.

* He knows it because his quirk has nearly made him deaf at times and it was told that he’d lose it before he would have a chance to be a hero.

* After the attack, he’s always by your side. He corrects people who try to talk to you and demands that they use sign language or their phones. He hates when others talk fast to you as well.

* He’s like this because he wants to help you in every way he can.

* If you decide to be a hero, despite his warnings. He’s going to help you as much as he can. He’ll ask for help from hero’s who has the same disability as yours if not, he’s going to make a method of teaching you with your other senses.

* He may teach you how to use your sight more, smell, or touch to their full potential.

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Iida Tenya

* It honestly hurts him every time he thinks about it, It shouldn’t have been that.

* He was supposed to protect you but he was separated from everyone else. You were with one of the members of Wild Wild Pussycats when Dabi attacked with his crew.

* You and Ragdoll were walking back after discussing your training in the morning when everything became extremely terrifying for you two.

* You and Ragdoll fought your best, almost moving in sync with each other Magne knew how to just send you flying into a tree each time.

* He created a negative force between you and Ragdoll when sent you two flying apart at a harsh force as you went flying into the woods and collided with a huge bolder.

* Blood dripped from your head as Ragdoll’s scream came to your ears while you reached out to help. Your knees touched the marshy land while your hand shook, pain rushing through your body.

* When the message came through, you passed out.

* Tetsutetsu and Itsuka discovered you and carried your body to safety away from all the chaos.

* When it was discovered that you were among the ones injured along with two missing individuals, It sent chills down his spine.

* Since you two just started dating and he was sure you and your parents wanted to spend time with each other, he wouldn’t come to see you in the hospital.

* It takes him over two weeks and when Aizawa needed someone to take his homework to your home. He immediately offered himself because he’s been dying to see you again.

* A jump, kick, and step later, he appeared at your door. You were checking the mail as he called out to you from a few feet away.

* You didn’t notice him and walked towards your home, not noticing his presence yet.

* He was taken back by your casualness while you walked to the door until he saw the hearing aid in your ear.

* That’s when he knows now why you didn’t react and just watches you walk away.

* One thing I do admire about this man, he’ll do anything when it comes to you. While he’s taking his brother to the physical therapy sessions for him.

* He’s learning every single possible way to talk to you. I mean every way.

* As strange as this may sound, he loves signing into your hand even though you’re not blind.

* It’s close contact and he adores that with you. For example, private things or him simply saying he loves you, he’ll sign it into your hand while everything else is out to the open.

* He often recommends to others and his friends that they speak slower with you so you can comprehend or try not to speak all at once.

* If you wish to continue your path to being a hero, he’s going to support you but he can’t help but constantly worry.

* The last time he let you go, you became deaf and he doesn’t want anything else to ever happen to you again. He wants to be your knight in white amour but he knows how you like to be independent too.

* Just don’t give this man a heart attack, please.

[biggest-stupidhead]

I don't know If you watch brooklyn 99, but Levi so much like Captain Holt? 😂😂

What about a crack funny scenario where the pregnant!reader is from levi squad and instead of going to the infirmary when her water breaks she just keeps working?

(Not necessarily romantic! levi x reader)

Thnks!

haha I love Brooklyn  99 and Parks and Rec and the office, all some of my faves. Pls send me more requests like this I adore these au’s/ comparisons  I find them so very hilarious and endearing. (This includes How I met your mother and Malcom in the Middle as well ) 

Summary: Even when you’re pregnant you work your tail off and it annoys the fuck out of Levi. 

Word Count: 1.3K

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Levi had tried everything. He tried taking your keys from you, getting the whole office to stop drinking coffee, giving you easy assignments that could be done at home. All of this just to keep you out of the damn office. You had taken every obstacle thrown at you in stride, something he knew that you were capable of, since that was one of the reasons that he had picked you for his squad in the first place. So Levi peeked through the blinds of his office, Hange was sitting in his desk chair, spinning like a maniac behind him. 

“I’ve tried everything Hange, she just won’t fucking leave.” Levi growled as he watched you bounce on the exercise ball that Connie had gifted you a few months prior. 

“Yeah well she’s never going to listen to you. She’s weird about attendance you know.” Hange said as she swiveled in the chair. 

“I know I know.” Levi groaned, leaving the window to come shove Hange from his desk. 

“Go take her home.” Levi said as he shooed Hange from his office, fed up with the mutiny that was occurring within the office. 

“Nah she already ate like half of the break rooms supply. The beast is satisfied for now.” Hange objected as Levi pushed her to the door. 

“Then make something up I don’t care, just get her pregnant ass out of here.” He said pointing at the woman in question as she bounced on the ball. 

“Fine okay, just quite shoving me.” Hange huffed as she opened the door and fled to her own desk that was in the next room over, being a captain of her own squad, they had shoved both of them into the same bull pen. Forcing them to work closely together. Levi returned to his place at the window, where he could see the entire bull pen, it was only eleven in the morning, and you looked exhausted. He was sure that part of the reason that you were still even coming to work almost nine months pregnant was to prove a point to Eren, who had started a bet that you wouldn’t make it past five months. So now here you were looking miserable as you bounced on that stupid exercise ball. Mikasa was watching you like a hawk over the top of her computer screen. She had been one of the few officers to not partake in the bet, only focusing on your needs and how to best help you. Sasha was pawing through her desk drawer, where Levi knew that she kept contraband, aka snacks that were located outside of the break room. Connie was balancing a pencil on his upper lip as he stood by you, his hand held on your shoulder, clearly asking for your attention. Jean and Eren were starting to get rowdy, taking turns shoving one another as they argued. Hange came over to you and clearly asked you a question and you shook your head almost as soon as she opened her mouth. 

This was the first of many hints that something was wrong, you were a very patient person, even when it came to Hange. Levi began to pace as he considered how he could get you out of the office, he cared for you deeply. Even though he cared for all of his team he cared for you the most secretly. He had been surprised when you made the announcement that you were pregnant, having saved up to invest in a sperm donor, the office had been ecstatic with the news of a new baby. Levi was yanked from his daydream when a bellow echoed through the bull pen. He yanked his office door open and stood at the threshold, you were doubled over with your hands on your knees. Connie as holding your shoulder, having abandoned his pencil to attend to you. Hange took a step back, eyes wide with shock at the sudden noise that you let out. 

“Wasn’t me!” Jean yelled, earning a high five from Eren as you whimpered, gripping your swollen stomach. 

“Jean, shut up.” Mikasa deadpanned as she rounded her desk and placed a soothing hand on your back as you began to do your breathing exercises. 

“Sorry Mikasa.” Jean said, also straightening up at the sight of his captain. 

“What the hell is all the racket about?” Levi growled, his grey eyes focused soley on you. 

“I’m fine. Just go back to work everybody.” You said dismissively, waving your wrist to play off the pain you were obviously in. 

“Stop lying. You’ve proved your point, just go to the damn hospital already.” Levi said, pushing Connie off of you to stand in his place. Connie looked at him in offense before going to grab your hospital bag that Eren had prepared for this very situation. 

“Captain’s orders.” Mikasa said sternly, looking up at Levi who couldn’t help but feel a tinge of pride in finding one of his officers who wasn’t out for blood today. 

“I’ll order a pizza!” Sasha said, standing up from her desk and snatching up the phone that was on her desk and pressing the speed dial, where she kept the pizza place’s number. 

“No, don’t it’s too early I think that-” another deep groan wracked your body. Levi growled and shooed Hange and the others away as he looked to Jean and pointed a finger at his chest. 

“Wheelchair. Now.” He said sternly and the young man whirled around and raced off to find you a wheel chair. You groaned and shook your head, breathing becoming more erratic by the minute. 

“It’s fine Levi, I’m okay, it’s not time yet.” you protested as he placed a firm hand on your shoulder. 

“Stop being so damn stubborn and just fucking go to the hospital.” Levi scolded as he helped you to your feet as Jean raced back into the room with the wheelchair. He helped you sit down, his nerves on fire at the pinched expression on your face and the beads of sweat rolling off of your temple. 

“Will you come with me? My mom won’t be able to fly in fast enough.” You said, catching his wrist in your clammy hands. After a beat of considering, Levi turned to Hange and pointed at her. 

“You’re in charge while I’m gone, I’ll call in with updates soon.” He said to appease the crowd as he pushed you out of the door and towards his car. Even if the baby wasn’t his and you weren’t his girlfriend, Levi vowed to care for you and the child as if that were the case. You sill held his hand as he pushed the wheelchair, and Levi knew then, that there would be no getting over you. 

[gumnut-logic]

Bandages

@sugar-fiend​ asked:

From your Touches ask - Feeling another human's touch:

20. Bandaging/stitching up an injury.

As always, BroTP of Scott and Virgil, please.

And this happened. Post-whump? Comfort maybe? Dunno. Let’s just say neither are happy.

I hope you enjoy anyway :D

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Scott was refusing to look at him.

His big brother carefully and gently wrapped each of Virgil’s fingers one by one, blue eyes focussed ever so intently on the task.

No words were said.

None had been said the last time Scott had changed the bandages.

None had been said at the hospital.

None that Scott knew Virgil had heard. There had been the fog of anaesthesia, but he could have sworn he had heard his brother crying.

Virgil’s heart clenched at the memory.

“I’m sorry.” The words were out before he could think better of it.

Scott’s hands stilled a moment.

Those blue eyes looked up at him.

Lips moved as if to say something, but tightened almost immediately as his brother swallowed and went back to securing gauze.

But Virgil had had enough. “Scott, please!”

“What?!” He straightened, taking a step away from the infirmary bed. “What do you want me to say?”

“Tell me you’re okay.” A swallow. “That we’re okay.”

Scott’s shoulders dropped just a little. He grabbed the mitten that protected all the bandaging and fastened it over Virgil’s swollen hand. “Virgil, we will never be anything but okay.” He turned away and began packing medical supplies back into their storage box.

With both hands swaddled in various layers of cotton and non-stick dressings, there was little Virgil could do to grab his brother’s arm, so instead he hooked a long leg with a boot. “Talk to me!”

“So you can argue with me? Tell me it was the right thing to do?”

“Yes!”

“You’re wrong, Virgil! It was the wrong thing to do! I had a plan.”

“You were going to die!”

“I didn’t!”

“Because I saved your ass and you know it. That’s why you don’t want to talk, isn’t it! You thought you had it worked out, but it went south and I got hurt. That’s it, isn’t it!” He desperately tried to pin his brother with his eyes, but the man was still refusing to look at him.

Deep and forceful. “I. Had. A. Plan. You should have trusted me.”

“I do trust you. But you were going to die, Scott. And I refuse to let that happen.”

“So you decided to sacrifice yourself.”

“That’s what you were trying to do. At least doing it my way, we’re both alive to yell at each other.”

“But…” And Scott’s eyes fixated on Virgil’s hands. “At what cost?”

Virgil blinked before straightening. “Bargain basement.” His voice broke on the last syllable, but he meant it with everything he was.

His hands were burnt…badly. The rod had been that hot, it had melted through his heavy-duty gloves. There was question of scaring, possible movement loss and nerve damage. “I won’t lie to you, Scott. I’m scared.” He stared down at the swaths of white. “But nowhere near as terrified as I was of losing you.” He held his hands up. “This I can handle. With you here.” He let his hands drop gently into his lap. “Without you…” He sucked in a breath and, straightening up again, caught his brother’s wide eyes. “Without you, the world just doesn’t work anymore!” He glared at Scott. “And I will do anything to prevent that from happening!”

Blue eyes stared at him for a full moment before shifting away, wandering, and latching back onto the medical supplies like a raft in a storm. “That doesn’t sound very healthy, Virg.”

Virgil shimmied off the infirmary bed, onto his feet, and pushed himself into Scott’s personal space. His brother had always been taller than him, but Virgil didn’t need height. “You listen to me. You are integral to this family. You are the damned guiding light of this organisation and I will not see you sacrificing yourself if I can prevent it. You are my brother!”

Scott closed the lid on the medical box and looked down at Virgil. “And you are mine. So how can you expect me to watch you get injured like this for my sake.”

“Because the alternative would have hurt me more.”

Scott opened his mouth as if to rebut, but slowly shut it again.

Virgil continued to look up at him and if the pleading bled into his expression, he couldn’t help it. “Please, Scott?”

His big brother stared at him a moment, his eyes growing glassy until he had to blink.

Virgil tentatively reached out a bandage-covered hand and brushed it against his brother’s arm.

And Scott grabbed him, pulling him in, holding Virgil ever so close and tight. Bandaged hands fumbled and stuck out in awkward directions, but Virgil’s cheek found Scott’s shoulder and he clung the best way he could.

This was better.

Oh, so much better.

Virgil blinked a few times, but held on as if his life depended on it.

“I’m sorry, Scott.” Quiet, an attempt at reassurance.

Something was mumbled into his flannel shirt.

Virgil just hung on tighter.

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[bokettochild]

So, I was wondering if you could write a one-shot of Linkle(HW) and Wild having a crossbow/archery competition?

This ficlet could be read as taking place after Chapter 14 of The Blood Between Us, or can work as a stand alone. Either way works!

(If you have fic requests feel free to shoot them over, I'm always open!)

The kid had a bow.

He was sitting out in the courtyard, looking between the standard maintenance kit and his bow with a confused expression on his face as he sat on one of the resting benches spaced around the edges of the shooting range.

A smile pulled at her face.

Link was back home, but he was in the infirmary, recovering from injuries and a panicked faint that resulted in his being ordered to rest for the next few days. That of course meant that she couldn’t torture her twin, but he had brought along eight other heroes with him, two of which she knew on sight and few others she had recognized from illustrations and paintings that could be found throughout the royal studies.

It was good to see Mask again, and the Sailor too, but they weren’t her targets right now.

No, she wanted to talk to this one.

Link called him ‘Wild’, and while she wasn’t sure how she felt about calling him that, she was eager to get to know him. Link had said that the kid was more difficult than her (it was said fondly, but she saw the exhaustion in his gaze) and she was eager to see who could have possibly pushed her brother further than she herself had.

“You know how to use that thing?” She called, strolling over with a grin pulling at her features. Cornflower blue hues turned to stare up at her, curiosity shining clearly as he took her in.

“I’m a decent shot.” He shrugged, noncommittal. “I handle most of the shooting and hunting for our group anyways.”

She cocked a brow. Link had definitely said the kid was a master marksman, and the arrows hanging from the targets positioned around them seemed to confirm that.

It’s nice, Linkle chuckled to herself, that there was finally a hero who used a bow more than a sword. Take that Link! Heroes don’t need swords to win a war!

“I’m partial to a bow myself.” She muses aloud, noting the way the kid looks up at her with sudden interest. “Best shot in Hyrule in fact.” She smirks. “I can kick my baby brother’s ass.”

Wild chuckles softly. “Baby brother, huh? I thought he said you two were twins?”

She waves a hand dismissively. “I’m the older twin, not that he’d ever agree on that point, but even so,” Her grin stretches even wider. “I know for a fact that he can’t shoot straight to save his life.”

The kid is full on giggling now as he nods, leaning lightly on his bow as the laughter shakes his body. “Oh, he’s terrible! Even Time can outshoot him, and he’s only got one eye!”

“Huh, why aren’t I surprised?” Linkle shakes her head, hands coming to rest on her hips. “Say,” She’s been meaning to direct the conversation this way since she stepped out here to find the kid, but she’s still a bit jumpy about it. She wants to connect with these heroes, the younger ones especially, and if Wild is a special case, then, well, who’s to know that? “How’d you like to compare skills? One on one, my bow against yours?”

She’s said something right and she knows it, at least if the tell-tale glimmer in the kid’s eyes is to be believed.

“What’s the target?”

“’Targets’, you mean?” She arches a curved brow, a smirk pulling at her features as the kid’s grin grows in kind. “Let me think...”

Link would kill her. Link would absolutely scold her and demand that she ceases her recklessness, but he’s always been the more- law abiding of the two of them. And a goody two-shoes. Anyways, Wild seems on board with it!

(She can almost hear Link scolding her for corrupting the kid.)

The two of them start on the roof of the castle (yes, the roof), her logic? Link is less likely to see them if they are above his head and therefore won’t be there to stop them (he’s supposed to be in bed, but even if he is a law-abiding citizen most of the time, he’s terrible about listening when he’s told to rest).

Their course will take them over the roof, their targets being the various targets set up below them in the various training yards of the castle. There is no pattern to follow when hitting the targets, but they aren’t allowed to stop in order to shoot, and if either one pauses for more than ten seconds than they immediately lose a point.

There’s the usual scoring system for the targets themselves of course, but they’ve agreed to have trick shots count for more.

Hero and heroine exchange grins and a handshake as they stand on one of the spires, and then they’re off.

She has the advantage of familiarity with the territory, the roofs being her chosen path of getting around since the halls of the castle itself are too twisted and confusing for her to actually bother with, but Wild lives up to his name, and he’s an agile kid, with balance better than a cat and speed that she envies. Never mind, she’s got the advantage of a crossbow, he has to do everything manually with his hunter’s bow.

Their first shots bolt down at almost the same second, colliding midair as a scowl is shared over the rooftops. She almost stops right then, but she forces herself to keep moving, repositioning and shooting again, her arrow flying true and landing near the center of the first target.

Wild doesn’t bother trying again, he moves on to the next target, shooting and hitting with an ease that assures her that she’ll actually have some proper competition for once.

After the fifth target is hit the both of them are already antsy to show off their skills, and the trick shots begin. There’s all sorts of flair and fuss she can use to make a show of herself, and below them, soldiers have gathered to cheer them on. Most know her, and they cheer as they watch her land from a backflip after hitting a target from midair, but there's a good few who cheer on Wild too; most of them have grudge against her for some reason, but there are a few she recognizes that simply seem genuinely impressed by the kid’s skills.

She can’t help but whistle in appreciation herself when the kid lets off three arrows in one shot, hitting an equal number of targets from in the air before he drops down to the roof below, skidding only an instant before he lets off another shot and takes off across the towers.

A cackle rises in her throat as she watched his duck and weave about the rooftop.

She’s claiming this kid, never mind if Link is already attached. This kid is her absolute favorite now.

Link had Mask anyway, he’ll be fine.

The targets below are full of arrows by the time Wild makes a mistake, the kids foot sliding too far off of the rooftop as he makes a landing. Below them, soldiers and servants alike gasp and shout in horror as the kid scrabbles for a hold on the roof, bow falling to the side as his nails scrape across the smooth tile.

Link is gonna kill her.

Linkle’s feet skid against the tile as she rushes over, a tower still sitting between them on the corner of the roof, but if she aims right, she might just...

Her feet barely clear the edge of the roof as she leaps the gap, and a heavy breath escapes her as she does so. They don’t need two people hanging off the edge.

Wild’s face is screwed up in a combination of irritation and fear as he fights for a hold, but he only has a moment longer to wait before her hands are catching ahold of his and pulling him up. The kid may be around her size, but he’s light, and she’s strong, he shoots up over the ledge, slamming into her and sending both of them tumbling along the tiles.

A heavy breath sounds from beside her as a few cheers echo from down below.

“Thanks.” Wild smiles at her, face flushed but beaming as he looks over to her. “Sorry about that.”

“No problem.” She waves him off. “I’ve done the same thing too many times to count. Link’s chewed me out for it more’n that though.”

Cornflower blue twinkles with mischief. “Thank Hylia he doesn’t know what we’re up to then, huh?”

“Don’t go thanking the goddesses too soon.”

Two blond head shoot up at once as the voice calls out from below and the kid pales considerably.

“The two of you want to get down here, or do I have to try and climb up?” The voice is deep, deeper than her brother, and it vibrates with the country twang that she and her brother had long since lost in their years in the city (not that he’d ever admit to having an accent).

“Coming, Twi.” Wild calls down, flushed and still shaking a bit, but there’s a tremor in his voice that she somehow knows isn’t from fear. His shoulders shake slightly as he turns a manic grin to her. “Last one down takes the blame.” And before she has a chance to respond or even pull herself up the kid is climbing down from the roof he had just been hanging off of, hands letting go of the ledge suddenly as a soft ‘thump’ is heard from below.

“Heeey, Twi...”

“Kid, what the heck?”

“Linkle did it.”

She suppresses a snort, jumping up and darting off across the roof. No one can scold her for this if they can’t find her, and it looks like Wild’s got the situation covered just fine.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

The Outsider

Request: Enemies to lovers with Thor by @jennie22feona​ I hope you like this love ;)) This was a challenge because Thor is so lovable. Happy reading!

Fall Prompts Masterlist

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff, a few curse words.

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“Well if you don’t try, it won’t get better now, will it?”

Steve reasoned, patting Thor’s shoulder as he passed him, carrying his dish out to the dining room where the team were gathered for dinner. Thor frowned looking down at his own plate, staring at the lasagna you’d made for everyone.

It was one of those rare times when he was staying at the compound, not busy saving the nine realms. The team got together for meals more frequently after the Ultron incident.

A real sense of family developed over the years, friendships were formed as new people became a part of the Avengers. Thor had no problems getting along with anyone in the past, except you.

He met you during the battle of New York, watching you fight like the strongest warrior alongside Natasha and Clint with your unparalleled combat skills.However, you seemed distant and gave him a cold shoulder when the team hung out. Every attempt of making conversation was met with an eye-roll or a look of disgust, and usually ended up with you walking away from the scene.

Thor sauntered out to join the rest, taking a seat right opposite you and digging in.

“Oh (Y/N), this is delicious.”

“Indeed. So tasty.”

Everyone complimented your dish, as you looked around the room, positively beaming. You met Thor’s eyes and he gave you an awkward smile, clearing his throat before shoving a large bite in his mouth.

“You know Asgardian feasts are the greatest. Nothing can ever compare.” He smiled proudly, hoping you’d appreciate his ‘attempt’ to make nice.

Steve shook his head in exasperation, while your smile disappeared. You went back to concentrating on your food, jamming the fork in the food a bit too forcefully and muttering,

“Well it’s not bloody Asgard.”

Nat placed her hand on yours soothingly, and turned to look at Steve, who was equally bothered.

“I’m sure about that Thor, but (Y/N) here has prepared this lovely meal for all of us, don’t you think that’s nice?”

Thor opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off,

“Don’t bother Steve. It’s fine.”

Everybody remained relatively quiet for the rest of the dinner, Clint tried to break the awkwardness recalling funny incidents that happened during the last mission.

Thor kept stealing glances at you, guilty for having made you this upset. He’d actually enjoyed the food quite a bit, but his efforts at making small talk had left you deflated.

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Two weeks had passed since you’d last seen the proud Asgardian God, not that you would ever admit you had been counting.

You were busy chasing potential Hydra leads with Steve, who on multiple occasions mentioned that Thor was trying to get to know you better but didn’t know how to.

“He’s so stuck up and proud, I just can’t stand him Steve!” you’d stated.

The captain had tried to play mediator several times before, however it hadn’t gone too smoothly. You expressed that it was best to not try anymore, some people just don’t click.

After a particularly tiring sparring session one evening, you strolled into the kitchen to grab a drink, when you heard cabinets opening and closing as you approached. Thor was searching for food, you deduced, as you watched his rummaging from the kitchen doorway.

You didn’t want to face another awkward conversation, so you figured you would just tip-toe around the fridge, grab a drink and get away without him noticing.

Having successfully retrieved a bottle of beer, you turned away from the fridge and collided against the large chest of the God of Thunder, who had chosen at that exact moment to walk out.

You hit your bum pretty hard on the marble floor, back going next but Thor’s instincts kicked in and he saved your head by placing a hand underneath while bracing his body with his other hand to prevent crushing you. The beer bottle smashed from your hand splashing liquid everywhere, as a yelp left your mouth.

“Lady (Y/N) I am so very sorry, I did not see you. Are you hurt?”

His voice soft, worried as you felt his breath on your cheek, you had shut your eyes on impact, scared that you were just about smushed.

Peeking an eye open, you saw Thor’s face right over yours, brilliant blue eyes studying your face, concerned. You felt frozen, lying on the kitchen floor with Thor’s body on top of yours.

“I’m fine.” The creeping pain in your back and ass said otherwise, with Thor’s help you scrambled to a standing position, heat warming your cheeks, heart still racing. You were very much aware of Thor’s grip on your upper arm as he still ran his eyes over your sweat-covered gym clothes.

A sharp sting in your left hand drew your attention there and you saw a piece of glass lodged in the side of your palm, blood trickling from it. Thor saw it too, jumping into action as he grabbed a towel from the counter and approached you.

Exhaling loudly you braced yourself, carefully pulled the shard out, more blood rushing to the surface. Tears stung in your eyes as you pressed the towel down on the cut.

“Probably need stitches.” You muttered as the towel changed color from white to red, already walking out of the kitchen.

“Please allow me to assist you, Lady (Y/N).” he called after you, following you towards the elevator.

“Uh no, I think you’ve done enough.” Muttering rudely, you entered the elevator and pressed the button to the compound’s infirmary.

Thor followed you anyway, stayed by your side while you got stitches in the med bay, explaining to the nurse how it was completely his fault, even riding the elevator back with you to your apartment floor after the wound was attended to.

You didn’t say much the entire time, pangs of guilt coursing through at his thoughtfulness. Discourteous as you had been, this man still tried his best to help but, your stubborn self refused to admit it was all your mistake.

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Leaning on Steve for support, you limped towards the common area for a movie night. You had a sprained ankle from your latest mission that hadn’t quite healed yet and was bandaged.

“Easy. Are you comfortable?” Steve carefully propped your leg on the wooden table, before placing a small pillow underneath.

“As I’ll ever be. Thank you Rogers.” You gave his hand a grateful squeeze and placed the large bowl of popcorn in your lap.

“Your hand isn’t fully healed yet. Seems like you’re losing your edge, (Y/L/N).”

Glaring at his statement, you already regretted telling him about the kitchen incident. All hopes of this embarrassing event staying between two friends had gone to shit when Nat and Sam brought it up earlier today and Steve hid his face, sniggering.

“I’m not losing anything, you’re about to lose your arm if you keep this up.” You threatened, though you both knew you were kidding.

Your banter got cut short when the Asgardian God walked into the room, swinging Mjolnir in one hand and a large candy bar in the other.

You had literally been avoiding him ever since, excusing yourself to fake phone calls when he was around, eating dinners alone in your room under the pretext of wanting to be with yourself.

And now, knowing Steve – Mr Goody-two-shoes, he would ask Thor to join you here, and he did just that.

“Hey Thor, we’re watching old classics today, come join us.”

Steve ignored your death stare and continued to look at Thor expectantly, who seemed undecided for a bit, but then smiled and walked over to the couch, accepting Steve’s invite.

You threw a handful of popcorn at Steve when Thor wasn’t looking, he merely shrugged, mouthing ‘you-should-talk-to-him’.

Thor took a seat next to you, keeping a considerable distance in between while you resumed the movie. Halfway through it, Steve made an excuse to go to the bathroom only to never return, leaving you alone with the Asgardian.

You’d fallen asleep before the movie got over, not realizing when Thor had covered you with a blanket or when he’d moved closer to support your head on his shoulder.

The noisy crunch of popcorn from your right, brought you back to consciousness as you noticed the bowl now in Thor’s lap, and his other hand wrapped securely around your shoulders.

He was so warm. You didn’t have the heart to move away.

“I’m sorry did I wake you?” he asked, removing his hand away, much to your disappointment.

“Yeah. It’s—it’s fine though.”

Scrambling a foot away, the previous distance returning, you felt your cheeks flush.

A few minutes passed as you both watched the second movie that had begun, before Thor broke the silence.

“How did you injure your ankle?” pointing to the bandaged limb.

“If I tell you, you’ll laugh. It’s embarrassing.”

“I will do no such thing, you have my word.” He replied sincerely, turning to face you fully.

You began telling the story honestly, how after the mission you were walking towards the jet and accidently tripped on a previously unseen stone that had resulted in a nasty sprain. You skipped the part of how actually your mind had wandered to the day you and Thor had that kitchen mishap.

He seemed genuinely concerned for you after hearing it and like he promised did not laugh.

“You know the healers on Asgard would’ve been able to mend it in no time.” He added.

“Your ability to bring your Godly realm into every conversation blows my mind, really.” You laughed, rolling your eyes.

“Well, all of you have such incredible stories from Midgard to share, and I feel like an outsider, I just thought sharing stories from my home planet would make for interesting conversation. Which I now realize is the cause of your annoyance, so I’m really sorry about that.”

He frowned, a sad look flashing in his face, before he replaced it with an understanding smile.

You felt terribly guilty for never having thought it that way. He was just trying to make conversation. He was a literal outsider, always taking great interest in wanting to know about ‘Earthly traditions’, having nothing to add to that hence sharing his Asgardian tales.

Wow. And you had been a real bitch about it this whole time.

Suddenly Steve’s words came back to you, all he wanted was try and get to know you better. Well now, it seemed like you had blown your chance of that ever happening as you kept staring down at your hands, unable to form a response.

“It seems like my presence is no longer wanted, I’ll leave you be, Lady (Y/N), enjoy your eve—” Thor began but you cut him off.

“No wait! Please.” You said almost too loudly, grabbing his wrist as he was half rising from his seat.

“I owe you an apology, several to be honest. You have been nothing but kind to me and I was a bitch. That little kitchen accident was all on me, I tried to sneak past you because I wanted to avoid an awkward situation. You helped me through that even though I was so rude. Hell, I even faked being busy to avoid dinners. This makes me such a terrible person and I am so sorry Thor. You didn’t deserve it, really I’m so so—”

In all of your gesture-filled apology frenzy, you had missed Thor leaning in slowly with an amused expression on his face, before his lips made contact with yours taking you by surprise.

His soft lips covered yours, hands moving to cup your face gently as he kissed you, feeling you relax against him and return the kiss.

It ended sooner than you’d hoped, breaking apart you found yourself grinning like an idiot, touching your lips, as if to make sure it had really happened.

“You’re not a terrible person (Y/N). You’re a strong, poised warrior. Maybe a little set in your ways.” The God added quietly, making you giggle as your forehead landed against his chest.

After a few moments you figured it was time to head back to bed, seeing as it was way past midnight. With Thor’s help you stood up, who ducked down and took your hand in his.

“Allow me to escort you back to your chambers.”

All you could manage was a shy nod, and he had effortlessly picked you up and had begun walking towards your room.

From a dark corner, Steve groaned as he removed a twenty dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to Natasha who had a victorious grin on her face.

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Home Bound (Part 2)

Summary: With some help from Samson, Dean makes it back to the bunker and starts to process everything that’s happened...

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Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language, angst, injury, mention of character death, mourning, supernatural events

A/N: Written entirely in Dean’s POV. Enjoy!

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“Morning,” said Sam as I groggily sat up. He was cooking in the kitchen, humming a happy tune to himself.

“God, it’s barely seven in the morning,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

“I’ve already been up for an hour,” he said. “Eggs?”

“If you’re offering,” I said, stumbling over to his bathroom. I changed back into my clothes, yawning as I sat down at the table. He put down a cup of coffee and plate of scrambled eggs along with some hot sauce. 

“You got any money to get by?” he asked, standing at his counter eating.

“I’ll be fine,” I said, wolfing down my food. 

“Here,” he said, pushing an envelope towards me. I leaned over and grabbed it, opening it up to find a wad of money. “It’s about five hundred. S’all I got laying around the house. That enough to get you home?”

“Samson I can’t accept this,” I said, putting the envelope back.

“I wasn’t really asking,” he said, setting it down on the table next to me. “I’d let you take my car but I need it for work.”

“Sam, it doesn’t look like you got much. I’m not taking your life savings,” I said.

“I have a bank account, jackass. It’s not my savings. Don’t worry about it. Go home, take care of what needs to be done and yourself. You’re getting closer to popping. Pay it forward some day,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said, drinking down the last of my coffee. I tucked the envelope in my pocket and he set his mug down.

“I’ll drive you to the bus station,” he said. I put on my boots by the front door as he rummaged around in a closet. He pulled out a black winter coat and held it out to me. “For if you decide you need a walk again.”

“Write down your address,” I said, handing him back the envelope.

“Alright. I don’t want any money or the jacket back. Send me a Christmas card or something,” he said. He returned it after a moment and grabbed his keys as I slipped into the coat. “Better?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Thanks man.”

“S’no problem. Let’s get you home.”

36 Hours Later

My hands were shoved in the fleece lined pockets as I walked up the dirt road to the bunker. The ice storm in Colorado had followed me all the way back to Kansas but the hooded winter coat made all the difference in the world. I couldn’t wait to take a hot shower and curl up in bed with one of Y/N’s blankets. 

What happened after...I wasn’t going to be able to put off later for much longer. Now that I was home though, I could let go and get my head on straight in the morning to figure out what had happened.

With a deep breath I stepped down to the door and opened it up. The heat had been left on and the hallway was cozy. I stepped through to the other door inside and found the lights were on too, exactly as they were when we’d all headed out. Just in case, Y/N said. She didn’t want to come home to a dark house.

I headed down the stairs and cut into the library, the space feeling far too big for just me.

“I miss you,” I said. I pinched my nose and heard a creak behind me. I spun around, eyes wide.

“Dean?” said Sam. My Sam, the one that must have died, must have, was right there, in pajamas and with a bowl of chips in his hand.

“I die and now you eat the crap, Sammy?” I said. He set the bowl down and rushed over, giving me a hug. “I’m getting you all wet.”

“Don’t care,” he said. He squeezed me hard and I let out a tiny gasp, Sam giving me some room after that. He looked confused though and shook his head. “How…”

“Was gonna ask you the same thing,” I said.

“I didn’t die. You pushed me out of the way,” he said.

“I don’t remember that,” I said. “You were right there. Since I woke up I assumed…”

Sam was smiling at me still but the hunter in him finally kicked in. I nodded to the cabinet where everything he’d need to test me was. Three minutes later he was hugging me too hard again.

“Relax, Sammy. Gonna pop my shoulder back out,” I said. He immediately released me and I cradled my arm. “I fixed it already.”

“Still. You should wear the sling Y/N bought,” he said. We wandered over to the infirmary and he dug around in a drawer until he pulled it out.

“Is she…” I said, taking off my jackets and slipping it on over my head. Sam shook his head and I sighed. “You don’t know that for sure. Up until five minutes ago you thought I was dead too.”

“True but, you know,” he said. I nodded, staring at the floor. “Cas is alright. Billie got him back from the empty. He’s up in heaven trying to help keep that going. They’re trying out this new method or something.”

“Not your memories?” I asked, heading for the kitchen.

“No. I mean kinda. More like, collective afterlife? It uses a lot less power I guess,” said Sam. “They’re doing small test groups right now he said. I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“How’s he alive again?” I asked.

“Billie brought him back,” he said as we walked over to the kitchen.

“How’s Jack?”

“He’s doing okay. He got pretty hurt during the fight. I took care of him for a few weeks before he headed out. New God and all. He’s still learning.”

“He bring me back?” I asked.

“He doesn’t know how to do that yet. He says he feels like he will be able to someday, like it’s in his bones but he doesn’t know quite right now how to pull it off,” said Sam.

“So how am I back?”

“I honestly have no idea,” he said. I took a seat at the table, catching Y/N’s mug sat at the end in her usual spot. “We gave you guys a hunter’s funeral. There’s a little marker up in the woods a ways, in that clearing you two used to go have dates in.”

“There’s no body then.”

“No. Where’d you wake up?” he asked, taking two beers out of the fridge.

“Middle of nowhere Colorado,” I said. “Any idea why?”

“No, not really. Any place we ever hunt?”

“No. I met a guy. Samson, apparently dad and I saved his folks back in the day while you were at school. But they didn’t live there. I never...I never met the guy,” I said. “He knew who I was but he’d never met me.”

“You think he was lying?”

“He was nice to me when I was an ass. I don’t think he was playing at anything. How would he know what I looked like though?”

“It’s possible I suppose that he reached out to other hunters and learned more about you? I mean the girls got pictures of us. Maybe Eileen?”

“Maybe,” I said, shaking my head. “Shit, Sam. How’s-”

“She’s good,” said Sam with a small smile. “She’s over in Lawrence at the moment actually. She’s looking at houses for us.”

“You guys deserve to finally be together,” I said. “She’s good for you.”

“I know.”

“Gonna stop hunting?”

“I don’t really need to anymore. We kind of turned them all human,” said Sam. I cocked my head and he shrugged. “The hail mary? It worked. No more monsters.”

“That’s great,” I said, forcing a smile. Great. I couldn’t even bury myself in hunting to feel slightly less crappy. I was worthless.

“I’m heading out to meet Eileen in a few days. Come with me.”

“Nah, I don’t wanna intrude or-”

“You can have some space but you’re not staying here alone,” he said.

“Y/N’s dead. I have no job now. I’m not gonna be the brooding mope sitting at the end of your couch when you finally get to be with your girl.”

“Dean,” said Sam as I stood up.

“I really want to shower and sleep, Sammy. I’m cold and exhausted. Please,” I said.

“You’re gonna come with,” he said. I clenched my fist and glared over my shoulder. “Y/N wrote you a letter for if she didn’t make it back. It’s in your room. When I thought you both...I read it in case she wanted something to be done after she was gone. You know the only thing she said? You need to go live your life. She loves you and wants you to be happy.”

“Easy for her to say. She’s not here,” I said.

“Dean. I know this is raw for you and I’ve had four months to deal you didn’t. Don’t disrespect what she wanted.”

“Oh fuck you,” I said. I stormed out, pausing around the corner. I heard him behind me and slumped my shoulders down. “I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” he said.

“She was supposed to live, not me,” I said. “Cause she’s stronger than I am and I can’t deal with her not being in that bedroom when I go down this hall.”

“Dean. Grieve. Please. For the first time in your life, grieve properly. When you’re ready, you and me will go out to Lawrence. I’m gonna call Eileen and make sure she finds a place where you got a big room and your own bathroom and garage and all that. Until then, I’m gonna stay here. Ignore me, yell at me, whatever. I’m staying. Alright?”

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “I want a pool too.”

“Dean.”

“Hot tub.”

“We’ll put one in.”

“Fine,” I said. He ruffled my hair and I headed down to the bathroom. I slipped out of my clothes, pulling out the envelope with a few hundred dollars left. “Sammy.”

“What?” he called back.

“Figure out who this guy was,” I said, holding the envelope out the door. “That’s his name and address.”

“Whiltiston,” said Sam, making a face. “You sure this is his name?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You wouldn’t know. About two months back, the Whiltiston family was in the news. National news. They’d been reunited with their daughter who was kidnapped as an infant. She was safe. The people who took her pretended to be her parents. They were real sickos. I’d hunt ‘em down if they weren’t already dead,” said Sam.

“So this guy’s her brother?” I asked.

“Yeah, there was a brother Sam I remember mentioned at the press conference. They didn’t show anyone but the dad but they were all really happy to be back together,” he said.

“Still doesn’t explain how he knows what I look like.”

“They said the girl has a sketchy memory of certain things. I mean they were bad people, Dean. It’s possible we worked her case and didn’t know?” he said.

“See if you can dig up a phone number for me too,” I said.

“Yeah. I’ll see if...you know, we’ve been in the national news before too. It’s entirely possible that one of his parents saw us on the news and told him that was you.”

“Oh. That’s...a lot more likely,” I said, frowning to myself. “Forget about it. Could you just slip in some extra cash in there for me? I’ll send it back along with the coat. The guy didn’t have much.”

“No problem. I’ll get you the phone number too. I know you’ll drive yourself nuts if you don’t know for sure.”

“Sam,” I said as he started to leave. “I’m really happy you’re not dead.”

“Me too. Take your shower. I’ll put out some pajamas for you.”

I nodded and shut the door, resting my head against the back of it. After a moment I went to the shower and turned the water on, forgetting about the prickly heat until my skin turned a slight pink and started to warm up. Somehow I got through with washing myself before I saw Y/N’s shampoo staring back at me in the cubby. I swallowed and picked it up, flipping open the cap and taking a deep inhale.

It took awhile and one concerned knock at the door to realize at some point I’d sat down with my knees in my chest, Y/N’s shampoo sat on the ground beside me.

“Dean? You okay? You’ve been in there for an hour,” said Sam. I buried my head down and heard the door creek open. “Dean? Answer me or I’m coming in.”

“I’m fine,” I said, voice raw and cracking with every syllable. Sam didn’t open the door anymore but he was still there.

“Turn off the water,” he said. I reached up and hit it off, wiping the back of my hand across my nose. “You have one minute to dry off and put on a towel.”

The door shut and I forced myself to get up. I patted myself off and got a towel around my waist, trying to wash my face off before Sam saw me.

“I’m coming in,” said Sam. One look at him said more than enough and I looked away. “I told you to grieve.”

“Her freaking shampoo bottle,” I said. Sam looked over to the shower and saw it on the ground, running his hand through his hair. “Why can’t I shove it down like every other time?”

“You know why. There’s no chance of you getting her back and she wouldn’t want you to do something stupid. You loved her. You’re always gonna love her. Dean, I’ve been there with Jessica. It’s gonna fuck you up real good for a while. I thought I’d never be happy again, not like that, and then I found Eileen. It feels like the end of your life but it’s not,” he said. “It’s not going away if you shove it down so just feel it.”

“Yeah,” I said. I brushed past him and went to my room, shutting the door to change. I left it closed and sat on the edge of the bed, catching his shadow under the door. It moved away after a minute and I let out a sigh. The room smelled musty which I appreciated. It was something different to focus on. 

I rolled over to Y/N’s side of the bed and saw the letter Sam had mentioned on her nightstand. I ripped it off and found it wasn’t as long as I’d expected. She probably did it last minute.

De, I love you. I’m always going to love you. I need you to try to keep loving and not shut the world out. Find some happiness again or I’m gonna haunt you like I’m your own personal Casper. Okay? You’ll get there someday. My big green flannel is in the closet if you need it. Be safe (I’ll keep an eye out for you though, promise).

My head glanced up and over to the closet, staring before I stood and opened it. At the end was her big oversized green flannel. She’d stolen so many of my clothes over the years she’d decided to get something of hers I could take for myself.

I pulled it off the hook and brought it back to bed, tugging it on before I lay back on the mattress.

It too was a little musty but there was the faint scent of her shampoo again filling the air. 

“Fuck, I miss you,” I said. I shut my eyes and turned off the light, hoping exhaustion would put me to sleep quickly.

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A/N: Read the Final Part here!