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voidwritesstuff · 5 months

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Long way to the truth.

Cw: mentions of ptsd,survivors guilt, trauma relating to war.

Summary: a series that details Lucas Cole's journey from Florida to Washington in search of the truth behind a goverment conspiracy.

->Fandom: in sound mind.

->Chapter one: Florida/georgia

This is,by far,not the weirdest of things hes done in his 55 Years of life. Now,packing all his stuff into his van, that was the current bane of his existence.

The whole van is crammed with Gear,his own personal stuff and a few provitions for the trip until he makes It to the Next town over.

He closes the vans back door and gets into the drivers Seat. Soon the engine comes to life with a roar, theres that familiar rumble and slight shake of the van as it slowly pulls back from the drive way.

When Lucas cole thinks his life doesnt get any weirder, fate proves Him wrong.

But theres a certain freedom in leaving his old home town, the old memories, good and bad. He watches the Homes become a lot less crowded and the fields starting to roll on each side of the road.

Its there where he finally decides to turn on the radio, up until now hes been going over his plan for this crazy journey he had planned,his eyes flickering from the map laid on the passengers Seat to the road.

A mild static fills the air as he fiddles with the radio, muttering curses under his breath the longer he struggles with it.

--C'mon y'goddamn fuckin'--He finally relents and low key decks the radio,making it finally come to life-- there we go,that wasnt so hard,was it?-- he asked to the radio.

If people didnt Belive he already lost it,that wouldve been the final nail in the coffin.

"Born on the plains

A farmer's sons and brothers the same

Raised on promises

We'd stay that way

As boys, we believed

Summers at the sea, we were free

To become men of good will

Side by side"

The radio plays as he Keeps Driving, its going to be a Loong journey to Washington. So, he gets comfy in his drivers Seat and pats the steering wheel to the rythm of the song.

"And we were soldiers then

Our bodies in the sand

And like that sand through our hands

Go our grandest plans

And just to see your face for one moment

I'd cross the ocean again

The end

Is not the end"

Lucas purses his lips,okay maybe thats a wrong song to start off his journey. But he can brave it through,he thinks.

Already, his body hurts just a little, his knees Sting and his back is killing him. He sighs and lowers the sun visor, his eyes set on the old Polaroid taped there.

The picture makes his heart wrench, he sees his younger self, a boy barely out of high school with a hopeful shine in his eyes and ready to take on the world. And beside him,theres an older Man looking down at him with a fatherly smile and a calm gaze.

"And I'll be by your side

On the other side

I'll be by your side

On the other side

And through the cloud of death

We find our way back home

And though I hold your hand

All must go alone

And when you see the face of our Maker

You don't have to be ashamed

He knows

The promises we made"

He misses him,every damn day, sometimes he wishes it was him six feet down. But he knows he has to Keep going,for alphonso,for his Friends, but its hard, hes been dragging his trauma for a solid 30 Years.

"And I'll be by your side

On the other side

I'll be by your side

On the other side"

--im gettin' there,brother-- he promised while looking at Alphonso on the picture-- 'm getting there

By sunset he reaches a small town in the border between Georgia and Alabama. He sits there Parked on the parking lot of a waffle house, a relieved sigh escapes his lips when he gets out of the van.

Lucas stretches out his sore muscles and puts on his green flannel as the wind starts to pick up a little. He grabs his bag,keys and wallet before locking up the van and making his way to the Waffle house.

The Sky above is a beautiful mix of pinks and purples,dark blue pushes from the west accompanied by the stars, the cold breeze blows past his curly black hair and he clings on to his flannel just a little tighter.

I Theres a few people there at the restaurant and he joins the line,just looking at the people pass by. He always feels so awkward in these situations, Like EVERYBODY is staring at him.

He doesnt know Wether thats the paranoia or what. But he tries his best to ignore that with the help of his walk Man, he puts on the headphones and lets his hair loose to hide his face a little.

As if the world was pulling his leg, the first song to play is "paranoid" by black sabbath, and he scowls a little and skips to the Next song (despite knowing its going to eat up the battery of cassete tapes player)

The Next song to play does satisfy him enough,he taps the cassete player to the rythm of "Knocking on heavens door" as the line gets shorter and shorter.

When his time to order comes,he pushes back one of the headphones and orders what he wants. He stutters a little and doesnt make eye contact for the life of him, but the cashier doesnt mind.

--Ah dont worry about it-- Said the cashier,handing Him his ticket-- we get all sorts of characters in here

Lucas sets his eyes on the cashier,20-30s with dark skin and honey eyes, curly hair wrapped in a yellow headwrap with a net encasing the hairbun atop her head. He smiles a little,clearing his throat-- Good to know,thanks. Ill uh- take the food to go

Soon he gets his food and goes back to his van to eat,crowded spaces made him paranoid.

Hes writing down on his diary when he sees the cashier that took his order. Shes walking past his van,his eyes flicker to the dark Sky and he decides to talk.

--Hey,need a ride?--He asked, setting the pen down on the fold of his Journal. Already feeling like a creep for even asking

The cashier looks at him with a deer in headlights look, she blinks a few times and looks at him,and his white van.

--I- I look- I know how im lookin' right now but its dark and this is kinda the middle of nowhere and its been gettin' dangerous- plus its gettin' cold

She chuckles and walks up to him-- fine,I could use a ride. Thanks

--Ill- ill finish my dinner and ill drive you home-- he replied, face a little Darker as blush sets in-- thanks for not calling the cops on me

--you dont give me kidnapper vibes-- She replied-- kidnappers dont stand there looking like a fish outta water while waiting for their order

Lucas can help but snort at the comment-- I know Im awkward as shit, im not the one to go out in public

--what about this then?--She knocks on the van.

--ah,visiting an ol' friend in Washington-- he replied,drinking from his water bottle

--You gon' drive from here to Washington?!-- she asked,eyes wide.

At this,he cant help but chuckle-- im drivin' all the way from Florida

--jesus christ Man,couldnt you get on a plane?

That wouldve been the reasonable thing to do, but then again when was the last time he was anything close to reasonable? -- imma move there too for the time being, so I gotta take me stuff with me-- he pats the dashboard fondly.

She decided to not question him anymore and just wait. Silence fills the air with the dancing static from the radio that cant pick up a signal here in the middle of semi nowhere.

He eyes fall on the dangling dogtags that hang from his neck as he writes and eats his food. Her gaze softens and she says-- you couldve used your veterans discount, its 10-25% off

Lucas takes a moment to register her words-- huh? What? -- she gestures at the dog tags and he feels flustered, he tucks them back underneath his tank top-- oh right,Well maybe Next time

--My uncle was a soldier too-- she added, warmth in her voice-- he served in world war two

--oh-- he says, scratching the back of his neck-- I uh served in Vietnam

He notices the clear widening of her eyes and he purses his lips-- thank you for your service --She says, not sure how to phrase the pity she feels-- heard things in the vietcong got hard, im so sorry

--Its been thirty somethin' years-- he doesnt know wether he says that to reassure her or to reprimand himself-- but..thanks. M-most of us get f-Forgotten by the goverment, so I 'ppreciate it

--yeah I know the feel-- Indigo agreed, leaning on the white van-- had to take it to court for them to cover my uncles medication, it Fucking sucked.

Lucas finished up his food just as she said that, he throws the wrappers and things like that in a small trashbag. --Im sorry,that musta' been pretty stressfull

--It was-- she agreed,to then ask-- you done?

He nodded and moved to face the driver's Seat.--Ill Open the passenger Door,come on in-- he closes the door on his side and leans over to Open the passenger door.

--Im uh- Indigo by the way--Indigo hops in and gets comfy on the Seat,then as she closes her door she looks behind her and says-- Radioman?

--im lucas- and Yeah,what gave it away-- he asks sarcastivally, a smirk on his lips-- couldnt be the stupid ammount of radio equipment I have back there

She laughs and it makes him flinch,when was the last time he made someone laugh like that? When was the last time he had a moment anything close to spending time with a friend?

God,it really has been thirty something years,hasnt it?

--Couldnt possibly be that of course!-- she agreed as he pulled into the road.

Indigo tells him where to go between short conversations about the military and the war. The road is pretty dark and though theres a few streetlights,he has to turn on the high beams.

--aint no way I was lettin' you walk back home when the streets look like this-- he told her, turning to where she had told him.

She giggles, nodding in agreement-- you seem like a sweet guy, Lucas. Thanks

He shrugged it off,not looking away from the road as the few lights shone on his face,the shadows cast by those lights show off his features, he was handsome in that rugged way-- s'nuthin'

--few people would actually offer up a ride to someone they dont know--she adds-- seriously,youre a really good guy

Lucas purses his lips and relents, he nodds just as he stops Infront of her house-- well,thanks. Be carefull

Indigo nodded and hopped off the van-- you too

He doesnt leave until shes inside her home,however he does get noticed by a Man around or a little more than his age,looking a lot like Indigo.

The Man salutes him after Indigo told him something, Lucas nodds and salutes him back with an endeared warmth in his chest and clear respect in his eyes. And then Lucas gets ready to retake the highway that he was previously on.

In his mind,he replays the conversation he had with Indigo about the military, and it hurts him to imagine all his fellow soldiers that got discarded Like trash by the goverment, it wasnt fair and it made his blood Boil.

"They are fucking over people, people who fought for them and their stupid fucking wars" he thinks,gripping the steering wheel,his eyes on the dark road ahead.

Above him,the stars twinkle and the moon shines. Theres a cold breeze that accompanies the passing clouds,scarce as they are, and the silence of the Rolling fields Is a little bit disturbing but also....oddly cozy.

It reminds him of his youth, going to the lake to fish or sit there and watch the world go by, the forest and general swampness that comes with Florida. And it also dawns on him that hes making his state's sterotype proud because who else would drive from Florida to Washington chasing a 30 Year old mystery frequency that was involved in a goverment conspiracy.

He can just see the headlines

"Ex army Florida Man drives for a week Straight to Washington, blows off the lid of a 30 Year old goverment conspiracy".

It makes him chuckle a little, he would pay good money to see his family's and neighborgs face if that headline ever comes to reality. He would get a good kick out of it for sure.

By 1 a.m. he pulls to the side of the road,he was in a small town but he would rather sleep in his van than stay awake one more minute.

Passing his hands across his face, he grabs his Journal and finishes writing the entry he started before Driving Indigo home

"First day of the journey. Been Driving for nine hours now, made a few stops for snacks and stretching out.

Been thinkin About what ill find in Washington, more information I suppose but the specifics are wracking my nerves.

What the hell could be hidden in there? Laboratories? Human testing? Why bring Alpha Romeo back from retirement? What changed? Was there a breakthrough?.

How Many lives were sacrificed for testing? Do any of those involved feel any remorse?.

Hell,what im going to do once I get there? What am I going to do if I get the information I need? Go to the media? The newspapers? Would they treat me like a lunatic like everyone before?.JESUS CHRIST.

On a sidenote.

It was nice to talk to indigo, been the first time in a good while since I felt like I was talking with a friend. I had fun- and it was nice to know im not alone, that fellow soldiers also lived what I lived.

But then again,how Many have seen what I did?"

He sighs and sets down the pen, to then get into his sleeping bag Nestled between his things and ontop of a few bags with softer contents. With his rifle and combat Knife nearby, he closes his eyes and hopes that at least he gets some rest.

Under his breath,as he slowly gives into slumber, he mutters-- I pray for you Alphonso,as I do every night.

That your soul May be at peaceful rest,that you watch over your brothers

Here amongst the living where you should be

If it were not for dire mistakes and unfortunate circumstances

I beg for your forgiveness and your help,friend.

Give me strength to overcome...--slowly,his mind gives into the exhaustion,a sentiment of peace settles on his chest,body relaxing and slowly falling asleep

#in sound mind #ism #ism lucas #ism lucas cole #lucass cole #in sound mind fanfic

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avegollum97 · 1 year

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I think if there is one thing you can be completely sure about Severus Snape is that he absolutely never expected Lily's forgiveness if they ever meet again in death . Nor did he ever search for it , and certainly he didnt live his life with that as a sole goal . What he did good he did because he could. If he wanted some kind of reconcilation then becoming a pseudo father figure for her son , like lupin and black did , would have been his first move, the most low hanging of the low hanging fruits , but guess what ? He basically begged dumbledor to never allow Harry to even know the truth about him instead , so he couldn't ever get the temptation to get close .he does everything in his power to push the boy away even if the sole reason he has for not abandoning the light to fend for itself , is the boys existence .

and In the end he tells Harry the key to defeat Voldemort , sure he was being pushed into a corner , sure he waited until the last possible moment , sure u could say it is because in the end he knew there were fates worse than death and forcing the boy to fight an immortal dark lord, basically forever, that was never gonna relent ,would have been a lot worse than giving him a way to protect all his friends ... but he does that knowing the consequences of his action . Do people that shit talk him think that that is the action of a man who would have tried to get forgiveness in the after life ? How???? Call him toxic all you want but everything he did was the opposite of pushing his feeling into her . Nor I believe he venerated her in any way either . If his love was toxic to anyone it was only ever to him , but he was fine with that .

#snape #pro snily #pro snape

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balanmlpfurryandmore-confessions · 1 year

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HAPPY / ROMANCE A SPECIAL TIE TREAT

Half past 10 a adult costume was sneaking out of the wonderworld seeking the outside world, she was supposed to behave like the others but honestly she'd be crazy or mindless if she didnt at least try to explore.

Also a negati kinda scared her from sticking around her group so...

She flapped her lop ears and flew a bit over the ground to keep quiet but was still grabbed by the maestro. He seemed a bit displeased with her. She immediately put the charm on like all rabbits do, it was enough to be at least set down but not enough not to be scolded.

As she got pushed back to where she came from she plead,

"Please let me stay! I wanna see what you see, I just wanna see the world! Or at least the theater."

Balan relented but under one condition,

"You can roam but you need to stay close and help me sleep later."

The bunny costume agreed and held the maestros hand. He showed her around and tried to hide the fact he was feeling bashful as he peeked at the pretty bunny lady. There wasnt much to say, Balan filled the silence with music, calm violin tunes to help him relax. The bunny lady began to dance and spin, she flew with her ears and floated down to the maestros arms. She was nuzzled and received belly kisses all over. It was all great fun and play as they cuddled and danced until they were too tired.

Once in bed Balan pulled the doe close and fell asleep not noticing the egg that had appeared between their bodies safe and sound into the waking time.

The end, lady bunnies are called doe btw.

#balan wonderworld

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xiphoid-processing · 1 year

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I love your recent Vanyar family tree art! The character designs and names are 💯 Read your tags and I would be delighted to hear your thoughts about them !

!!!!aaaaaaa thank u!! i have SO many thoughts they are swirling in my head like a hurricane and i will take any excuse to talk about them! I dont want this to clog up space on a dash so my (very) extended rants are going to be below the cut

First off, Imin and Iminyē! First generation elves! I think they were definitely of the more curious of the first elves, excluding Tata and Tatiē, but that def did come and bite them in the back when Morgoth learned of them unfortunately. But they were people who were so in love with the world to me, and they extended their love to their daughter, Minyakwēn, when she was born

Bc the first elves just kinda,, showed up, there had to have been a first baby elf, and to me that's Minyakwēn. She's not as outward looking as her parents, much more content to stay in one place and let life flow by, which is what makes her live longer than Imin and Iminyē. And Arispar! A hunter, as his name would suggest, who's a little blunt and brash but genuinely a good guy. His parents were also of the 1st gen and they uhh,, got got some while before he and Minyakwēn met, which set him on a pseudo-nomadic life walking around the lake with other hunters. He DID get to meet Imin and Iminyē tho, and they loved him and all but told Minyakwēn to marry him bc they liked him so much

And then their kids!! Isqael and Nereäri!! Nereäri is, of course, the much bolder of the two, always running off and always getting into trouble while his parents or older sister chased after him. There was, of course, genuine reason for their distress when he did so, but he didnt really understand it until after Minyakwēn and Arispar had disappeared, and he ran a bit too far one day. Isqael was the much calmer one, more like her mother in that she much preffered to let life pass her by. She took a vow to Varda (though at the time they just called her Tintánië) and lived her life relatively shut off from others, even more so after Nereäri's death. She was the first of her family to have any sort of enhanced ability when it came to visions, which pushed her a bit more towards her vows. When Lindaómë came along it was like seeing color again, and they fumbled their way through a courtship and marriage and then kids. Though at the ahores of Cuiviénen the good could never really last long, what with Morgoth about, and Lindaómë died as many before her had

And now we're at Ingwë, Indis, and their little brother Ingalaurë. Ingalaurë had all but just been born when Lindaómë died, and he doesn't really remember her, but Ingwë and Indis do. Theyre almost heavily overprotective of him, since Isqael is all but in a state of half-fadedness by then. Airefëa is a name with a bit more premonition behind it than others, due to Isqael's nature, which she passed on in a way to Ingalaurë, but he ended up being more than just gifted in visions but straight up able to hear the Music better than an elf really should. Ingwë leaves with Oromë, yadda yadda, he comes back, and the elves start planning to leave. Isqael is very much not planning to leave her home, the house she built with her and her beloved, and she is keeping Ingalaurë with her. She does not trust Oromë despite her love for Varda. Ingwë and Indis try and persuade her to come with, and she relents at the last minute. Its kinda in vain though bc she dies just after they cross the blue mountains. But anyways her kids make it to Aman more or less intact

Nothing interesting really happens with Ingwë after that, which he is eternally relieved by, and we all know Indis' side of it all. Its probably a bit of irony that Ingalaurë marries Éveähúna, at the end of the day. She can feel the music in the same way he can, and they find a lot of solace in each other and are friends long before they consider courting. Glorfindel's name is a bit of an awkward moment for the two of them ngl. They both kinda know that he's gonna go and die in fire, though they cant quite tell what kind of fire. Ingalaurë doesnt really want to place any sort of premonitic name onto his son, and so just names him Laurefindelë. Éveähúna, on the other hand, has the opposite idea and names him Umbarnáro.

Ingalaurë is def the favorite uncle of Indis' kids, and they all love to talk to him. Ingalaurë does end up following across the ice when the day comes, and the ice does get him, but slightly funnier is the fact that Fingolfin and Lalwen both realize that they're now in charge of their baby cousin who's not a whole lot older than Turgon ngl and feeling just sheer dread, partly bc Glorfindel was just a bit too much like Nereäri and prone to getting in trouble, but also bc they havent forgotten the time when he managed to smuggle fifty horses into Ingwë's palace without him noticing

#asggshshs this ended up being a bit longer than i intended.. whoops #i just have so many THOUGHTS #i may write something about them someday but for now I am rotating them in my mind like im a microwave #xiphoid answers #tolkien #sorry if this is a lot of stuff lmao!!#i will not elaborate on the fifty horses thing i think its funnier if you come to your own conclusions

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gunterdon · 5 months

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so basically our class was ordered to go in pairs for this class actovity in Contemp. (Contemporary Issues, Economics, Social Science, we call it by many names) and the activity was Spoken Poetry.

See, my friends and I were talking about how my stage fright is kind of really, really bad. one of them pointing out that it has gotten worse since elementary cs in elem I can still recite without freezing up.

So when my friends and I automatically pair up with each other, this ass of a friend tells me first of all: "you're reciting. I will make sure that you're reciting."

Bitch!! I can't take that laying down! I did I took it and i wailed and i forgot about it completely resigned to my fate

Over the weekend we kind of both forgot about the poem. until it was two days away of course. but we still didnt message each other about it.

So Monday (today) we meet up and school right. and i ask him if he started the poem. he said yes. and shows me a single line.

i plaster on a shiteating grin and promptly reveal that i have finished the poem last night and am now editing it for final touches.

meaning, a.) he forces me to present anyways and i tattle to our teacher that he didnt do shit or, b.) he does the recitation.

boy, he kept trying to take my phone and edit it himself so he can still push me to recite. my other friends just laughed and booed jokingly at him

he tries to excuse thag i said nothing about it over the weekend and i sling out a quote from our homeroom advisor that if you cant find anything to help with, you ask for something to help with, so you can have contribution.

to which our friends laugh at him more.

eventually he relents to not heavily edit (read: delete and replace) my poem cs its actually mediocre just needs some tweaking to flow better and i have now dodged a bullet called facing the class and reciting poems :D his single line became the poems title. cs i couldnt think of a title.

ps. it was probably better that way. last time we worked together for a paragraph in our native language i can barely make sense of his grammar. i got the gist but his words not wording. now the only stage fright bullet i cant dodge is the mandatory speech each and every one of us has to do in front of the class....

Sheesh, I didn't expect you to casually turn the tables on the guy like this, but great job xd

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i-cant-sing · 4 years

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Hey, could I maybe request Soft Yandere Bakugou with an obedient/accepting crush? Like he kidnaps them and theyre just "whoa okay calm down bby you just had to ask"

Yandere! Bakugo x accepting darling

Thanks for requesting! I didn't know if you wanted headcanons or a scenario, so I went with the latter option. Hope you like it! :)

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Yandere! Bakugo:

You woke up with a massive headache. Your eyes were still trying to adjust to the bright lights in the room as you tried to recall what happened last night.

You had went out drinking with Mina, Kirishima, Sero and Bakugo. All you remembered was talking with Mina about your love life and hero work before taking your leave. Although it was late, you weren't that drunk so you deemed yourself okay to walk home alone. But on the way, somethin- no, someone hit your head, knocking you out. Oh god. Did I just get kidnapped? Oh shit. What do I do? WHAT DO I DO? Getting out of bed would be a good place to start. Except you couldn't. Not when there was quirk cancelling cuff around your right ankle.

As you tried to get the cuff off you, you started thinking why someone would kidnap you of all people? You weren't rich, you weren't even a top hero. Your quirk wasn't that strong either. Is it for some disgusting purpose? Are they going to take advantage of you? Sell you? You were brought out of your train of thoughts by the sound of the door knob unlocking. This is it, you realised. This is how I'm going to die.

The door opened to reveal...Bakugo? Oh he's here to save me! "Bakugo! Oh thank god you found me. Quick. Get this cuff off of me! We need to get out of here right now!"you said to him as you motioned to your cuff. But he didn't move to help you. Instead he just stood there, with his usual pissed off expression. "Bakugo what are you waiting f-" Thats when it dawned on you. He did this. He knocked you out. But why? "Why would you do this? Are you jealous of me? Did I do something wrong? Look I was just kidding when I said that you and Izuku would make a cute couple-" "ITS NOT THAT!"He replied back, cheeks turning pink. "Then why am I here?"you asked him.

He walked towards you but still maintained his distance. "I- I love you." He mumbled as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "What?" "I love you" Bakugo repeated, this time a bit louder. "No I got that part. What I don't understand is why I'm here." He sat on the bed, near your foot, playing with the cuff as he replied, "well because... you said to Mina last night that you were in love with someone. And that you were going to confess to him. And-and I didn't like that. No stupid extra deserves you! No one! Look, I know this isn't exactly normal but I really do love you. I have ever since you came to UA. " You looked at him blankly before your face turned red and you lunged at him, taking him by surprise. "(Y/n) what-" you cut him off by punching his nose. "You love me!? And you thought that the best way to convey your feelings would be KNOCKING ME OUT?!?!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR STUPID ASS!! YOU COULDNT HAVE JUST ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE?! FOR SOMEONE WHO CLAIMS THEY'RE THE SMARTEST, YOU SURE ARE PEA-BRAINED!" You yelled at him as you kept punching him. Finally, Bakugo caught your both of your wrists in one hand before flipping you guys over, this time you under him as he straddled you. "But you said you were already in love with someone-" "YEAH, YOU!" Your words shocked Bakugo, causing his grip on your wrists to loosen up a bit. "Wait, so you love me too-" Bakugo's words were cut off again as you punched him again. He quickly gathered your wrists again "WILL YOU STOP THAT!" He yelled angrily, leaning down until his face was an inch away from yours. You kept on trying to move your arms but he pushed your wrists above your head, not relenting until you had worn yourself out.

"So you're really in love with me?" He asked softly. You were tired but still furious so you just turned your head to the side. Bakugo smiled. Even when you are mad, you're still so adorable. Bakugo caressed your cheek softly, slowly turning your head towards him. "Do you...still love me?"he asked, referring to the incident that occurred last night. You sighed before replying "of course I still love you. I know you were dropped on your head as a kid but I still love you. A whole lot less now though" Bakugo breathed a sigh a relief, before kissing your cheek and nuzzling his nose with yours. "I'm sorry for that. Although I didn't really hit you that hard-" you head bumped him hard causing him to lose balance and fall off of you. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?! YOU DIDNT HIT HARD?! I PROBABLY HAVE A FUXKING CONCUSSION! AND THEN YOU HAD ME FUXKING CHAINED TO THE BED! AND WHERE WERE YOU WHILE I WAS IN HERE HAVING A GOD DAMN HEART ATTACK?!!" And although Bakugo loved it when you got mad, he was getting a bit concerned for your vocal cords and your blood pressure. He got up, picked your struggling body up and placed you in his lap before shoving your face into his chest. He started to rub your back, trying to calm you down. "You're right. I am sorry. I did hit you hard. And I'm very sorry for that. I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up. I'm sorry for all of it. But I really do love you, princess. Will you forgive me?" He asked you, your mind a whole lot calm now. "Dumb ass" you mumbled before snuggling in to his chest more. Some part of you always knew that Bakugo liked you and although the way things turned out wasn't exactly normal, you were okay with that. Bakugo chuckled before kissing the crown of your head, his heart at ease after knowing your feelings were mutual.

Poor Bakugo had to spent a whole week apologising and kissing up to you. He knew you were mad at him but he also knew you were still in love with him. And thank the stars for that because he did not want to go to plan B.

Hope you enjoyed this! Requests are open! :)

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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Hot Spring

Fem!Reader x Cassian smut - the long awaited hot spring fic. N S F W

Three days of flying. Three days of frozen wasteland wind on your wings. Your body ached. It didn't bother to shiver anymore. Cassian was coasting lower and lower, his feet nicking the tips of trees before he lifted himself back up. You could tell his wings were stiff too. "Break." You called weakly, your shoulders were pulling inwards. It was well past time for a stop. "Thank the Mother." You heard him mutter ahead. You smiled. He hated being to first to call for break. You could tell you were drawing closer to the Middle each day, but you had opted to take a wide berth around the mountain. It added a day to the trip. A day of pelting ice against your sore body and wings. "I'll get some wood." He said once you landed. He flared his wings out, groaning at the strain. You watched the massive arches of them fold back in slowly, and felt the relief of it second hand. His face was blissful when he opened his eyes. He grinned tiredly and headed to the forest to collect branches. You couldn't ignore the way that groan ignited a bit of heat between your legs. You were grateful he left before he could scent it on you. You tried gathering as many small dry sticks and tinder as you could. After the storm that had hit, it was difficult. You dusted off your hands on your pants and sighed, not bothering to make a fire pit. It would likely not be happening with such damp timber. His yell made you jolt upright. "Cass?" You called. Your voice seemed muffled against the trees. Too quiet, too alone. Your heart stuttered with the adrenaline kicking in. No response from him. You started to run, tearing through ferns and branches as you went. Some vines cut your palms but you kept calling for him. "Cass!?" He was grinning when you found him. Stupidly, gleefully grinning. "What the hell Cass?" You breathed, your body aching. The run was exhausting. You legs strained to keep you up after jumping over so many obstacles. He began pulling off his tunic, to which you cleared your throat, trying to excuse yourself to look away. Embarassment stained your cheeks. "Dont be shy, come on." He waved you over, noting the way he took off his pants like he was ready to fu-You cut off the thought before it could spawn more wicked ones. You squinted over his shoulder, following his finger. Then you burst into chaotic laughter. He was fully naked by the time he reached the steaming pool of water. A sight that you wished you could save in your memory forever. His tanned muscled body moving so gently to ease into the water. You followed him in with ease, the rushing heat in your veins from the sight of him making it much easier to undress with him there. You were again grateful for the distance between you. You prayed he didnt catch a whiff of your pheromones before you entered the water. You wanted to keep it strictly professional with him, despite the attraction you felt there. Besides that, he acted plainly uninterested daily. You did catch the slight color change of his cheeks when you dipped into the spring though. + The hot spring was steaming against the cold air. Snow melted a few feet above the heat rising. The murky water was just big enough to fit you and Cassian fully, wings out. Soaking them was a relief enough to make you groan when you stepped in. Cassian had done the same, flexing his wings out and sighing once fully submerged. It was a comfortable space... or it would have been, if you were clothed. Your leg bumped his and you felt embarrassment and anxiety race to your cheeks. You looked to the snow covered trees around you, avoiding eye contact. Avoiding acknowledging that you were both within feet of each other, naked. Thankfully, the storm seemed to break after a few minutes in the hot spring. The winds no longer whipped at your exposed skin, and birds began singing in the trees far in the distance. The skies were dark still, a looming threat of more ice or rain. "We need to leave first thing in the morning." Cassian sighed, wiping water from his face. He splashed some on his neck. Making his tanned skin gleam in the overcast light coming through. You swallowed hard, trying not to stare at him. At his exposed skin or the biceps that flexed while he massaged his shoulders. "We dont need to talk about that right now." You dismissed, sinking further down in the water. His leg bumped yours again and you tried your best to ignore it. The water rippled around your hands when you lifted them to your hair, rinsing it without getting it fully soaked. "You're gonna freeze when we get out of here." He laughed, making the water ripple. You didnt care, the water felt better than anything you'd ever experienced. Your hair could fall off for all you cared. Your wings sung in approval at the heat soaking into them. Your bones felt finally at ease. You must have made a sound of approval, because Cassian cleared his throat and looked away nervously. "What's the matter General?" You laughed, giddy on the feeling of warmth again. "Afraid of-" He cut you off with a dark stare before you could continue. "Afraid of you attracting some wild male beast to us? A bit yes." He adjusted his legs again and you didnt miss the way he seemed to turn his lower half away from you. You smiled wickedly. His cheeks went red. "And you're not a wild male beast?" You asked, voice low. Maybe it was the water, but warmth not only surrounded you but was creeping between your legs even more than before. You could feel him staring at you, could feel the heat that seemed to bore into you with his eyes. Your eyes locked with his and his flared, only slightly. Wings tucked in, and he straightened himself in the hot bath. His nipples hardened in the cold air. "Is that what you think of me?" His voice was deeper, it rumbled down your spine in a way that made your toes curl. You dared not answer, that wicked grin on his face made you want to challenge him. "What if I did?" That was all he needed. He stood, the water steaming off him in the cold. The water barely covered his hipbones, and you tried your hardest not to glance any further down. "I guess I'd just have to prove it to you." He came close to you, and leaned down. Close enough you could feel his warm breath against your cold cheek. Your skin flushed. Then he shook his damp hair out right there. Splashing you with cold droplets. You shielded yourself and glared. When he straightened and tilted his head back to laugh you rose, caught his hair in a hand and yanked his head back. You didnt think about what you were exposing until his hands were on your hips. Balancing you together. your gaze flew to his throat, how it bobbed when before he spoke. You could barely hear him over your heart pounding in your ears. His thumbs dug into you slightly, squeezing in such a gentle delicate way. "I'd say you might like this. Having control." His eyes were dark, and the slight color in his cheeks made your breath almost knock out of you at the words. "And what if I do?" "Then I'd say do whatever. You cant break me." You loosened your grip in his hair and he posed over you, hovering. Waiting to strike. Waiting for your approval to do so. You traced a finger from his chin, down his neck, to his perfectly sculpted chest and abs... Then lower. You didn't touch his hardness, not yet. You teased, tracing your fingers around his most sensitive areas. Around his thighs under the water, the soft curve of his ass. He hissed at the lack of touch. You pressed closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He stuck. In a frenzy he took your chin and angled your lips to him. His tongue entered your mouth in a slow, delicate way that did not match how his body moved. He wrapped his arms around you and hauled you up, out of the pool with ease. His growl of approval when you pulled on his hair again sent flutters down your stomach. He brought you to a nearby cave, ducking under thick shrubbery that covered the entrance. He never stopped kissing you. It was surprisingly warm inside, and the bag he had carried lay beside a few rocks set up for a fire. "I thought you were looking for firewood, not a place to stay." You scolded between his soft lips meeting yours. "I figured you'd appreciate this more." He breathed a shaky laugh and set you down, guiding you gently to the floor. He practically drooled at the sight of you splayed before him, and his hands traced your thighs with surprising delicacy that you were beginning to expect of him. "I'll show you what a wild male can do." He purred, then began kissing down your stomach. He lapped a tongue over your hipbones, one lick over each side. His cock twitched at the reaction he earned from you. Gods he didnt know how much he really wanted you until this finally happened. He didnt think just being naked with you would make him so needy. It was a struggle not to take you then and there, but he wanted to enjoy the sensations. He wanted to make your time alone last. He wanted to make you scream and beg on his tongue. He wanted this potential one time opportunity be worth it. He pinched one of your nipples, rolling it in his fingers. You let you a soft moan, and he cursed. "Cassian-" You breathed when his other hand slid between your legs. He cupped you, his fingers playing softly with the folds of your wetness. "Fuck baby-" He sighed, trying to ignore the aching of his cock. His thick fingers teased your entrance. You ground down on him, begging for any sort of friction. The heat your pussy throbbed with was begging for anything he could give. "So impatient." He tisked, but finally relented. He pushed a finger inside you, curling it ever so slightly. "Mother above... you're so tight." He palmed his cock, spreading the precum over his length.

His dark hair tickled your belly when he lowered his lips to you, circling over your clit. You bucked into him, begging for more. He flattened it against you, testing, teasing. All the ways he wanted to play with you, and he didnt have the time. The patience to do it. He cursed the Cauldron and the Mother herself for such an unfortunately timed opportunity. He lapped at you finally, in rhythm with his pulsing finger.

You could have screamed, you could have begged for more and more and more to be inside you. But you didn't want to give him the satisfaction so early. You eyed his cock, and reached for it. Before you could grasp his thick length though, He hauled you upward. lifting your bottom half off the ground and pulled you to his mouth, drinking you in so deeply that he hoped the taste of you would never leave his tongue.

Your hips bucked into him, and his finger pulled out gently. He held you to him, his tongue darting inside your pussy and lapping at it. He hummed in approval, like a starving male. "I'm going to-" You panted, feeling yourself get closer and closer to coming with each passing of his tongue over you. Then he stopped. Abruptly, as if he knew how close you were and wanted to really make you burn. Your broken sigh of displeasure was quickly cut off by his tongue entering your mouth, spreading your own juices on you. It was sloppy, and fast. He laid down and pulled you over him.

Straddling his hips, you drug your nails down his chest in a long slow line. He smiled wickedly, and his hands palmed your ass. "Do whatever you want, baby. I'll take care of you." He promised. You hummed in approval and pushed back against his cock, teasing his head at your entrance. "Mother above..." He sighed, feeling the heat there. Your core coiled, begging to take him right there. But you wanted to torture him as he had done to you.

You slid down, and lowered your mouth to his tip. His scent mixed with yours in the filthiest of ways, and it made you go into a frenzy of heat. Burning more than before, you took his cock in your mouth in one go. You let his spit mixed with yours slide down his cock, and palmed his balls. He panted, and his ass tensed, trying to push deeper into your mouth. You held him down, and pulled up from his length enough to catch his eyes. "Fuck-" he moaned, and his head landed back on the stone under you. A spurt of precome slicked his tip, and you hummed around him.

"Get up." He pulled at your hair, his hands flying to your hips and placing you perfectly over his cock. "I need you." He said, voice a gravely tone. You smiled, enjoying the words and the sight of him so flustered. You couldn't deny you were on the verge of breaking down too.

"What do you say?" You said, lowering on to him ever so slowly. He sucked in a sharp breath and groaned when you stopped halfway down his incredible length. "Please-" He begged. "Please fuck me. Please. I need you." The words made you melt fully. And you seated yourself on him, like a lock sliding into place. He filled you so perfectly so right. It made your head spin with pleasure. You rode him, slowly at first, adjusting to his size. Then, hard and fast and held yourself up for him to fuck into you. Mutters of dirty words and promises of more more more had you panting. He sucked on your chest, leaving a dark mark on your collarbone. "You're going to kill me." He sighed, gripping your hips tighter. He flipped your bodies, gently guiding you below him. The cold stone against your back brought goosebumps to your arms. His thumb circled your clit as he slid slowly, in and out of you. Adjusting again to the new position. You could feel your mixed wetness coating your ass, and sliding on the smooth cave floor. You'd never been so wet in your life. You writhed with pleasure below him, angling your hips so he could hit that sensitive spot over and over again. He started thrusting faster, hissing when your nails sliced down his back. He grunted, feeling you tighten around him. You knew you wouldn't last with him fucking you like that. You placed a hand on his chest, and he slowed. "I'm going to come if you keep-" He shook his head and smiled "Come with me baby, I'm close too." He started at the previous pace again, but this time he lifted your hips, angling even deeper inside you. You could have blacked out with the pleasure of it. The immense feeling of your climax roaring to life. He could feel it too, the way your insides tightened with each brush over your gspot. And it only got him closer. His cock ached, his balls ready to release. But he waited, he wanted to feel you coming on his cock. He watched your eyes flutter and pinch closed, the way your red lips formed a perfect oval. And then the crashing of your orgasam squeezing him. He couldn't hear himself with the roaring in his ears, but he knew he was loud was loud. His head tilted back, and he let himself go.

You came, hard. You walls clenching around him so he couldnt stop even if he wanted to. He spilled inside you, the tension in his belly finally releasing and spurting inside your heat. You milked him for all he had, and even after he was spent and shaking with his release he still slowly slid in and out of you. He rested his shaking hands on either side of your head, giving you a weak smile. Then, the breath was stolen from him. His eyes met yours and you froze. It was cataclysmic. Like a mountain crumbling in front of you, you could not look away. His eyes shone, wide and bright at his newfound perspective. "I-" He stammered, and his shaking worsened.

You didnt know what to do. Your hands shook as well when you took his face and brought him down to kiss you. The golden light of the newfound bond shimmered in your mind.

"My mate-" You finally made the words come out, astonishment disappearing. What replaced it was utter joy. Complete happiness that made your previous experiences with joy seem like stone faced indifference. The feeling of love poured from you so heavily it dwarfed the fear, the paranoia, the sadness over it possibly being over with him. Because it would never be over. You would always be destined together, linked on a cosmic level. Even if it didnt work out, that didn't change he was your mate.

"It makes so much more sense now." He laughed, his trembling fingers pushing hair out of your face. "That's why I could never stay away. I thought I was being a creep."

You laughed. "A mate is creepy enough. But I'm glad its just you." You pushed his hair back, and pulled him down to lay on you. You fell asleep like that, for a long while. curled around each other in the cave filled with the warmth from your bodies.

#cassian x reader #acotar fic #smut #cassian

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fluffymcu · 3 years

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Hi this is quite quite unhelpful but I'm dying for some Tony x teen reader. Maybe with the reader being a mentee or something. I can't think of a exact scenario but the people in this community have started to severely neglect poor Tony 🥺🤣

It’s not unhelpful at all! I love Tony! And I completely agree there’s not enough Tony content anymore 😔😔😢

I’m a bit rusty but let’s give this a go!

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Tony was like a dad to you. After spending 2 years helping him at the compound after school and meeting all the avengers on the way, they became like your second family.

Your situation at home wasn’t exactly ideal. You never really went deep into that but let’s just say you enjoyed spending your time out of the house. So naturally you always looked forward to heading over to the compound to help Tony.

As the months went by, your relationship with Tony grew into a father-daughterly bond. And if course, Peter was like a brother to you, since you’d known each other since 4th grade.

You were currently on your break right now. Tony was in a meeting with the team so you had a couple of hours to yourself. You were scrolling on your phone while the tv played in the background. You had made yourself comfortable on the couch, bundled up in blankets.

You were the type of person to get pretty bored easily. Peter was out doing his evening swing around the city so it wasn’t long before you fell asleep, bathing in the warmth of your fuzzy blanket.

You don’t know how long you had slept but apparently you slept until the meeting had ended because you woke up to light chatter and a whiny Bucky.

“Ughh, Tonyy, get your kid off the couch, she’s been here ages. I wanna sit down.” He whined, softly kicking the foot of the couch to wake you up. You stirred softly and turned your body to snuggle the backrest. “Hey. Get up. Come on.” He said with an unimpressed face.

You groaned in annoyance and shrugged a shoulder at him. “Bug off. I’m sleeping.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“I’ll sit on you.”

You turned and opened an eye to peek at him. “Don’t. You’re like 300 pounds.”

“Well, get up! There’s no space for anyone else. And for your information, I’m 225.” He deadpanned, beginning to poke at your belly until you’d move.

“Hehey!” You flinched harshly, letting out strangled squeaks since you realized you were pretty tucked in your blanket.

“Aww, you made yourself a little burrito and not you can’t get out; how fun.” Bucky teased with an un(apologetic smile, continuing to poke your belly.

“Aaah! Stop! Ihihit tihihickles!“ You laughed, wriggling in the blanket like a worm. “Gaaah! Buckyhyhy!”

“Tony come onnn, your kid’s being stubborn. She won’t get off the couch.” Bucky yelled, smirking at your giggles and poking at your sides, alternating spots to keep you guessing. You were still half asleep, making you laugh harder than you should be at the tickles, snorting and squealing every time bucky would poke you.

A moment later, Tony strolled in and took in the scene. “Kid, come on, Bucky likes his couch time. And plus, your break is over; back to work. Let’s go.” He said, waiting for you at the end of the couch.

Bucky still wasn’t letting up, but neither were you.

“Noho! You had a 3 hour long meeting and ended it right when I took a nap. Now you gotta wait on me until I finish.” You giggled, turning on your belly, hoping that would stop Bucky’s attack.

Tony raised an eyebrow at your smart reply and looked at Bucky. “Did you hear what I just did?” He asked.

“If I say yes, will you help get her of the couch?” Bucky asked. Tony sniffed and wordlessly walked over to your “sleeping” form and looked at you for a moment.

“Well, kid, if you wanna play it that way, I guess I can indulge in this little challenge you’ve gotten yourself into..” he shrugged, sitting and straddling your back, making you stiff up.

“H-hey, what are you doing?” You asked, wiggling a bit to try to get out. You should have tried to get out of the burrito when you had the chance!

“What do you mean?” He asked, digging his fingers on each of your sides, scratching at your ribs making you scream and flop around as much as you could. “I’m getting you off the couch.”

“Nohoho!! Tohohony plehehease!” You cried, pulling at your arms to get free but the more you tried, the more energy was zapped out of you. You couldn’t even kick your feet out since they were tucked in too!

“Gonna have to get rid of this…” Tony started, ripping the blanket off and technically freeing you, but quickly targeting under your arms. “Theeere we go, now we’re talkin.” He smirked.

You were screaming and kicking, finally able to turn around under him to fight him off. However you were already too weak to fight him with your whole strength, so he was easily able to keep the upper hand. “Well that was a mistake.” He shrugged, clawing his fingers and vibrating them into the middle of your belly. You arched your back with a scream and grabbed onto his hand in hopes of tearing it away.

“STOHOHOP TOHOHONY!!” You laughed, letting out tired giggles. “BUHUCKY HEHEHELP ME!!“

Bucky laughed loudly. “Are you kidding me? After you so politely told me to bug off and continue to hog the couch? Haha- you’re funny.” He chuckled, shaking his head. Tony chuckled along with him and lifted up your shirt. “Oh, what do we have here, Ms. Y/n?” He hummed, digging a finger into your belly button, making you arch your back with a high pitched squeal. “I see… an adorable little belly that’s hungry for raspberries.” He teased, scratching at your belly button relentlessly.

“PLEHEHEhehease dohohohont.” You laughed, throwing your head back in defeat. “I’ll get uhuhup! I prohohomise!”

“A bit too late for promises, hun.” He quipped, leaning his head down to blow a long raspberry on your belly, shaking his head into it to make it that much worse.

The scream you let out was surely heard throughout the compound and you pushed at his head with all the strength you had left. “DAHAHAHAD!” You instantly gasped as you realized what you slipped out and felt your face heat up hotter than and oven. “WAHAHAIT!”

Bucky gasped a bit and Tony was surprised by the word but didn’t relent in his attack. Bucky was grinning widely and Tony poured his lips to tease you. “Awww that’s too cute. You called me dad.” He teased, digging his fingers back into your ribs, giving them a few shakes to make you squeal.

“NOHOHO I DIDNT, STOHOHOP!” You we’re so embarrassed and upset with yourself. How could you let that slip out?

“Aww, I’m pretty sure you did. I heard it. Did you, Buck?” Tony teased, looking up at Bucky.

“Definitely heard it.”

“Yup! 2 against 1, y/n/n. You definitely said it.” He smirked, blowing a raspberry in the crook of your neck while squeezing at your sides. Your saliva caught in your throat with a squeal and you began coughing. Tony quickly let up and helped you sit upright. “Wooah, you okay? Don’t wanna kill you now. You alright?” He asked, rubbing and patting your back as you coughed a few more times.

You nodded shyly with a frown on your face. Tony noticed and his smile dropped a little. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Bucky took this as a cue to give you both some time, so he walked out the living room with a smirk on his face. He’d get his time on the couch later.

You sighed and shook your head. “I didn’t mean to call you dad. I just- I don’t really know why I did. I’m sorry. If you want me to stop coming to help for a while I understand.” You shrugged lightly. Tony furrowed his eyebrows and and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Woah woah woah, what are you talking about? Why would I want you to stop coming over? You’re family, y/n!” He exclaimed, taken aback by your reaction. “I mean that. I know your situation at home isn’t good. And I also know what we mean to you. But now its time for you to know what you mean to us. And I’m sorry it wasn’t made clear before. But you’re literal family to us, y/n/n. We love you. You know how many times Peter has called me dad before? Now, are we related by blood? No. But he is literally the son I never had. He’s my kid. And so are you! Not one person on this team is related to anyone else here by blood… but we’re as close to a family as anyone can be. And don’t ever think for a second that you’re not part of it. You don’t have to be embarrassed that you called me dad. I actually found it quite endearing! And I’m glad that you see me in that way, cause I see you as my daughter too.” He smiled, kissing your forehead gently with much love.

You had tears in your eyes threatening to fall. Your own parents had never said something so heart-touching like this to you. You felt your heart burst with love and you instantly threw yourself into Tony’s arms in a tight hug. He quickly returned the gesture and held you tight. “Thanks, Dad.” You grinned, hugging his impossibly tighter.

Tony smiled and ran his hand up and down your back, his heart warming at your new name for him. “Of course, honey.”

Blood don’t mean a thing.

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Ooof I’m really rustyyyy but hopefully y’all enjoyed 😂💙

#ticklish!reader #tickle fight #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #tickle fluff #tony tickles reader #tony x reader #avengers #marvel #marvel mcu #bucky barnes #bucky x reader

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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worst case scenario part 5

finally!! so sorry its been an age to anyone still here but lives been interesting atm so.... also this really feels a bit rambley and the ending is deff underdeveloped but I just kind of wanted this done tbh x

[previous part] [part 1]

warnings: hospitals - ICU, ventilation that sort of stuff, just a lot of ANGST post a difficult birth - please don't read if this could be upsetting for you, and my inbox is always open if u wanna chat :)

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In a complete 360 degree flip from earlier that day, after leaving the hospital Tom had become obsessively attached to Aurora. They’d got back to his parents place in Tom’s car; Aurora in the carseat Y/n and Tom had ready in their car door for her arrival. Clearly his parents had already pre-warned his brothers, who had thankfully already gone over to Tom and Y/n’s - collecting the Moses basket amongst other items Harry had been listed off from his mother.

Apart from explaining a little behind her name to his parents on the journey back, Tom had spoken very little, choosing to keep himself to himself - physically stationing himself beside the Moses basket the whole time. Of course, there had been a bit of light conversation and almost procedural passing round of Aurora between all her uncles and grandparents, which Tom had kept a wether eye on - but ultimately not engaged.

He also knew that physically his body was failing him. Although eating a little of the lasagne Sam had made for everyone, he could only stomach a minuscule amount, which did little to boost his energy levels. It felt as though sleeping was the enemy, because he was neither ready to leap into the car if the phone went; or to hear the smallest sound from the wicker basket, suggesting something was wrong. So as much as he tried to fight it, before even nine o’clock he began to dose off on the familiar couch of his parents sitting room - occasionally jerking himself awake before loosing the fight once again.

Nikki had tried to gently push him to take a break in the spare bedroom, which had been Tom’s before he’d moved out, but was unsuccessful - every time he retaliated with a stern shake of his head, while checking his phone just in case he’d missed a notification. Eventually Nikki relented, later in the evening both her and Dom retiring to bed; once Sam had agreed to stick around downstairs till a bit later - as a chef he worked till late in the nights, so even on his days off like today, his sleep schedule was just a little fucked.

Left alone with his new little niece and now pretty firmly asleep brother, Sam draped a blanket over the latter just in time for Aurora to start fussing in the need of a bottle. His mum had explained how to do everything, how to mix the formula and heat it up, so after scooping up the little wriggling girl in the hope his brother wouldn’t get disturbed, Sam dealt with her. To be honest no matter how clueless and useless he felt, Aurora was just so cute - if a little wrinkly and alien looking, but in a good way. This was the first baby any of them had had, so the first time Sam experienced this instant connection and love for the little being that was his niece or nephew. It was terrifying, lifting the bottle against her lips for the first time, but then it just sort of seemed to work. She was incredibly smart for less than 24 hours old, instantly latching on, like she had done for Haz at the hospital.

That gave Sam a little confidence in his ability as an uncle, giving himself a satisfied nod while swaying from the kitchen to move back into the living room. It was just a preference to be within reach of Tom… just in case. His poor brother still hadn’t moved, slumped against the corner of the sofa, leaning toward the now empty Moses basket. Normally, Sam seeing his supposed heart throb of a brother looking as rough as he did now - double chin, mouth hanging slightly open, deep sunken eyes - he would’ve taken a photo to blackmail him with. Now though, it was just desperately sad, seeing his brother like this, hand still clutching his phone tightly above the blanket.

Rather hoping the calm would last for a while, Sam successfully finished off feeding Aurora; winded and then put her down to sleep again just in time. Because, perhaps expectedly, Tom’s phone began to blare off the default iPhone ringtone making Tom jump and throw the device across the room as he awoke with a start. Sam ran to grab it off the floor, mainly with the hope of turning it off before Aurora was awoken too - knowing that it was best tonight to tackle one thing at a time.

And so he immediately swiped to answer the call, not even registering who the call was from, much rather just wanting the noise to stop.

“Hello?”

“Sam? It’s Harrison” Tom had jumped up from his seat hovering beside Sam with petrified look. It took barely seconds for Tom to snatch the phone back, launching questions down the receiver.

“Slow down would you? Y/n is fine I was just phoning to check in.”

“Oh er yeh… um sorry I just… just thought…”

“It’s the other way mate. Nurse says she’s starting to get there cos first she moved her arm a bit when we pinched her shoulder and then I just called because she started to like gag and now the ventilator thing is gone.”

“W-what?”

“I think she’s breathing by herself? Like she’s got an oxygen mask instead of the tubes down her throat.” Clearly Harrison was not, by any means, a medical expert.

“They said she would have the ventilator for a few days at least.”

“I guess Y/n got bored? To be fair she couldn’t ever sit still.”

“I’m coming to you.”

“Tom it’s nearly midnight, I was supposed to be kicked out at 10. Just come back in the morning, they won’t let you in I’m pretty certain.”

“What if she wakes up!”

“Then they’ll call you! She’s getting better Tom you should be try and relax for like a second.”

“FUCK OFF HAZ! If she wakes up all alone and terrified then-“

“I’m not going to having a screaming match on the phone with you. I think we both know you wanting to come is more for you than for Y/n, because Y/n would want you to be looking after Aurora.”

Again guilt tripping using the newborn. Harsh but effective. Stopping Tom’s anger dead in it’s tracks.

“Look I can put the nurse on for her to tell you they won’t let you in and they’ll call if anything happens - but you already know that.”

“Yeh sorry fine … I know don’t bother.”

“Okay… I’m was gonna head back to my place and I know you’ve probably got your mum begging to fuss over Aurora but if-“

“Can you come?”

“Didn’t need to ask mate.”

And that’s how the night went. Until Harrison arrived at the Holland family home, Tom had spent the time pacing back and forth, blatantly ignoring the pleas of Sam just to sit down. Once he arrived though, going through all the updates in a lot more detail Tom seemed, for the first time, optimistic. By no means could you call him relaxed or happy - but compared to the rollercoaster that had been the last 24 hours, Harrison thought that was more than enough. Aurora had started fussing again at 1 but by the time it had turned into a full blown scream at Tom, Sam already had the bottle ready. It took a little bit of encouragement and promise that Tom would be able to feed her but actually, she instantly latched on, settled in her Dad’s hold while guzzling down the contents of the bottle.

After a bit of winding she ended up falling asleep on her dads chest, only when he felt himself start to flag did Tom place her back in the basket. Harrison and him ended up crashing on the sofas, Sam retiring to his own room. Phone still tightly clutched in Tom’s grip.

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The first thing Y/n became properly aware of was this intense heaviness all over her body. It felt as though her limbs were all composed completely of lead, meaning as much as she was just craving rolling over, it was as though her own body was holding her down. A very alien feeling that unsettled her slightly, trying to shake of the misty feeling in her head to work it all out. It took a while to drag herself out of the depths of sleep, to the point where background noise slowly faded in - an alien beeping as well as distant shuffling making her heart thump with unease. Finally, perhaps most distressingly , her eyes felt glued shut. Not because they were heavy, in the way someone extremely sleep deprived cant keep their eyes open; rather stiff like they hadn’t been used in so long they’d rusted over or something.

The feeling was quite horrific and isolating- as though she were locked into her body without an escape in sight. Whilst trying to calm her racing thoughts, Y/n chose to focus completely on the one thing she could do. She could listen. She listened to the beeps, focusing on the type of sound, the way it chimed so regularly; and it’s form. It was familiar, for that she was sure but for now at least she couldn’t place it.

It felt like an investigation, trying with all her might to try and workout what the fuck was going on. To put it mildly.

The most useful clue though, a breakthrough if you will, is when a voice sounded - clear and familiar.

“Excuse me nurse?” It was Nikki. For sure. It was a clue, but didnt seem to make a hell of a lot of sense. Y/n was so focused on why the hell Nikki was apparently watching her sleep unconscious, she completely missed the reference to the nurse. As in hospital. As in Y/n was in hospital. “… I’m just going to swap out for my sons friend.”

“Harrison?” That voice seemed new and unfamiliar.

“Yes, he won’t be a second I’m sure.”

What was Harrison doing here too?

It was all very confusing and hurt Y/n’s brain to try and unpick. Gradually then, everything sort of melted away, diving back into the darkness.

The next time Y/n woke up things were different. This time she woke up like she would at any time of day. She woke up and her eyes followed suit. Not particularly easily, since as soon as they cracked open she was almost blinded by brilliant white lights, it taking a build up of willpower before she tried it again - bracing for the pain.

By now she knew something was wrong. She remembered all these patchy and hazy periods. All full of confusion and disorientation but with different voices keeping her at least semi calm. Familiar voices, all too often laced with such emotion. Especially Tom’s. She couldn’t remember what he had said, nor had she probably been able to understand it at the time - what stuck was the tone. The sadness, the hopelessness , the emptiness.

It was scary. But it made her want to help. Made her want to open her eyes.

After wincing at the dazzling white surroundings, Y/n blinked her eyes quickly, in an attempt to get them to adjust quicker. She saw an unfamiliar ceiling, one that was tiled in a similar way to her old school canteen. There was a weird pressure round her mouth, eyes quickly darting down to see edges of a clear mask pressed up against the bridge of her nose. That wasn’t it though, the further she looked the more her eyes panned down this pale blue blanket, following the outline of her legs to the bottom raised edge of the bed. The hospital bed.

Her hospital bed.

As much as she wanted to jump up in panic; physically right now that was an impossibility. So instead, Y/n focused on trying to gleam as much information from the situation. It took a hell of a lot of effort, her muscles literally stiff and ridgid with disuse but with a small groan her neck eventually agreed to follow orders. Just a small tilt to the left and suddenly Y/n felt so much more less panicked. Everything was that bit less scary because there was Tom.

Admittedly he didn’t look amazing, or even not bad. Tom was sat with his back pressed against the side of chair, so his body faced her. Had he not looked so ruined, Y/n would’ve laughed at the side of his face squashed into the back of the seat. But he did look horrific, for lack of a better word. His brown eyes were locked shut, but also looked puffy and red, while dark at the same time - as though he’d been attempting to gouge his own eyes out prior. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, hence why he had appeared to have collapsed in the arm chair. At least though , he wasn’t in a hospital bed himself.

That was Y/n’s pleasure.

Her next job was to get her neck muscles to pull her head to the other side. It was a slow wincing gesture, yet she was so aware of another presence that needed to be addressed too. But actually it was 3 people.

Right at the back, a nurse sat on a little spinny chair, scribbling something down in a file of papers but to be quite honest that wasn’t were Y/n’s focus zeroed in on. Instead on Harrison who was sat in chair mirroring Tom, except instead of being passed out asleep he was cradling a baby. Her baby.

Y/n literally felt her heart in her throat at that point, eye widening almost comically. That was her baby - it must be? The monitors all started to loose their regularity as Y/n threw an uncoordinated limb to that side of the bed- already having realised her throat was way too scratchy to try to say anything comprehensible.

Immediately that got the attention of both the nurse, who immediately leapt up and called for support, as well as Harrison - who looked like he was seeing a ghost.

“Oh my-Y/n-?” Luckily he kept the baby safe in his arms rather than dropping her in shock, whilst Y/n kept her eyes locked onto the bundle in his arms. Nodding down, she tried to remove the mask (actually just very slightly knocking it to one side) and attempted to ask of the baby. Her throat, being inhumanly dry and scratchy, didn’t really work but Haz still got the message, scoffing in amazement.

“Aurora… here’s your mummy.” Harrisons voice was quiet and wavering as he delicately held Aurora against Y/n’s collar bone, the babies little tuft of har tickingling her chin. Now Y/n was crying with happiness, looking up at Haz’s icy blue eyes and questioning her name. Harrison confirmed with another disbelieving whisper, whilst the arm that wasn’t still holding Aurora clasped Y/n’s hand with a death grip. “Tom’s choice.”

The mention of him had both of them shift their gaze across the room to Tom’s chair. Even with all the developments, Tom still seemed completely unaware, fast asleep with the side of his face squished against the back of the chair making his lips slightly askew. Y/n were acutely aware of the small congregation of doctors that had accumulated in the corner of the bay but they seemed to be respectfully waiting before they would prod and poke. Haz went to call Tom’s name, before he could though, Y/n squeezed his arm and minutely shook her head. That wasn’t what the blue eyes boy had been expecting, causing Haz to unfold and bring Aurora back up to his chest as he quirked his eyebrows at her.

She didnt need to be filled in on the situation to know exactly what was happening. She had no idea why she was in the hospital bed; how long it had been since she’d given birth - but she knew all she needed to. From Harrisons unbelievably shocked face; and from the state of Tom - it hadn’t been good. Her fiancé looked almost ghostly, it seemed evident that he needed her. First then, she gestured to Haz for some water, which after a panicked look to the nurse; then from the nurse to various doctors; she was eventually given permission.

After somewhat alleviating the sandpaper feeling in her throat, Y/n then croakily asked for a bit of privacy. Right now the doctors all were gawking, Harrison assumed it to be because they’d all led him and Tom to believe she wouldn’t wake up for a while- and even then she was supposed to barely be awake, not able to talk and drink or anything of the sort. With an ecstatic nod Harrison, shuffled out - while doing so prompting the medical people to draw the curtains completely shut round the bay.

Already Y/n had tears welling up in her eyes, purely because she hated seeing him like this. He just looked so broken and shattered which honestly felt worlds worse than the labour she’d gone through. Her whole body still hurt, stiff and achy for reasons yet to be explained to Y/n. None of that mattered though, as she strained her arm out to the side in order to gently reach his knee that was folded up and sticking out awkwardly at an angle. After swallowing one again, Y/n squeezed round the joint and tried to shake it slightly. Instantly the man jumped up in his seat, heavy eyes blinking quickly and repeatedly as he tried to adjust to the room.

Being so sleep deprived and stressed out, Tom’s brain was not working normally, instead with a delayed haze as he apparently skipped over Y/n in the bed, rather surveying the the closed curtains and Harrison’s now empty chair. As he was lifting himself to sit more normally up, uncurling from the armchair, was when he noticed the hand on his knee. Breath caught in his chest, Tom instinctively bit his lip as his eyes gradually traced up the hand, to the forearm, up to the shoulder. It felt like a fever dream, as though all it would take is for him to move and she’d slip away again. But there were her green eyes, gleaming in a way that literally lifted a weight from his shoulders. Her smile was tired and a little confused, but so her - after spending days of just seeing all her features lax, Tom swore that it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Only when Y/n finally croaked out a small ‘hi’ did Tom gain awareness of his body, or rather control of it, enough to leap up and leave over the bed - cradling her face in both his palms. Like a psycho he stared intently, swapping his focus from her left to her right eye like a madman.

“Your-I-I” He was trying to speak, trying to communicate all the thoughts and regrets of things he wished he’d said to her all at once. Weakly she reached up to fully remove the oxygen mask, dragging It down to below her chin, before squeezing his wrists in comfort. Only then did Tom notice the small puddle that had collected on her cheek, which made him realise he was absolutely bawling.

“You ‘kay?” Her voice was like sandpaper but everything about her was so completely Y/n and it was just giving Tom this unreal wave of euphoria. Physically incapable of replying, the brunette just scoffed, leaning over the bed even more so he could press his forehead on hers. He was laughing too, the fact she was asking him that seemed so preposterous, given all the tubes and wires attached to her at the moment. It took Y/n squeezing his wrist harder again to make him lean back a little, searching her eyes with his. She seemed so worried; seemed so full of concern - only then did Tom consider quite how much he’d ‘let himself go’ the past couple of days.

It had been two days since Aurora was born, only 48 hours. But the transformation was mad, none more so than mentally. 48 hours had quite literally changed everything for Tom; changed life forever and himself too. It was showing in his unshaven face, with unwashed greasy hair, everything just looking ‘tired’.

“‘m just really glad your awake.” It was so honest and sincere it did have Y/n wondering what had happened and for how long. What had she put her fiancé through?

“How long?”

“The worst two and a half days of my life… I got you now though, yeh?” Tom whispered wetly, while stroking the side of her cheek - wiping both his and her tears away.

“Always.”

The doctors and nurses then came in, podding and poking Y/n like no tomorrow while Harrison and Tom stood back a little - excitedly grinning at each other and the sleepy girl Haz was cradling, before Tom stole her off him. There was a momentary sick-to-his-stomach feeling after some of the professionals had cleared, seeing her eyes shut again felt like everything was crashing around him. Thankfully though, one of doctors noticed the look of despair on his face, explaining to the two men that she was just asleep normally. That although sh’ed spent along time unconscious, waking from a medical coma is in itself exhausting.

After the initial excitement of Y/n waking the next couple of days were pretty samey. She’d been moved down to a normal ward, no longer needed all the incessant bleeping machines but still had to stay in hospital. Tom found it tricky too, he just always felt he needed to be by her side ‘just in case’. In fact, it had been a source of a bit of tension between him and his fiancé - she could see how exhausted he was from looking after Aurora, plus the stress of being in the hospital for hours a day with her. As Y/n got better and more switched on to the state of him, she realised it was inevitable he’d crash at some point.

But after a week and a half in hospital - comprising of a baby, emergency surgery, 3 days on intensive care, followed by 8 on the ward - Y/n was discharged. Nikki and Dom moved in to Y/n and Tom’s place, to provide care support both for Aurora; and Y/n for the rest of her recovery; and secretly Tom for everything he’d been through.

She was still order on bed rest due to her surgical scars, so Tom and Nikki helped to set her up in the master bedroom as soon as they got in. Of course, everyone was aware of Toms odd mood that day. Until then the only thing he wanted was to get his fiancé back at home with him but now she was over the threshold his excitement and joy appeared to have been zapped out of him. In fact, he’d barely uttered more than a couple sentences. So once Y/n was properly comfortable and Dom had brought Aurora and the cot into the room, Tom’s parents quickly made themselves scarce.

Tom hadn’t stopped, finding some reason to rummage around in the chest of drawers m while Y/n chewed at her bottom lip, watching him.

“Tom?” All she got in response was a light hum. “Tom please will you come and sit down for a minute?”

“I just need to-“

“Tom!” Her exclamation finally properly got Tom to listen, jumping round to face her. “Please... please will you just stop for a second?” Y/n’s eyes felt as though they were boring holes in his skull. Really, Tom knew he’d be forced into this at some point because he couldn’t avoid Y/n. She had some power of mind reading over him. So with a defeated nod and sagging shoulders Tom rounded the bed, weaving between his side and Auroras cot - where she was sleeping soundly.

A silence overcame the room as he heavily planted himself on his side of the bed, mirroring Y/n’s posture leant against the headboard.

“I think we need to have an honest conversation T.”

“If you want.” Nothing about his reply was the picture of enthusiasm, causing Y/n to hesitate a little.

“Look I am so beyond grateful for everything you’ve done while I was in hospital... and it doesn’t take a genius to tell you’ve worked yourself half to death-“

“I’m fine-“

“Don’t lie to me. I know you’re trying to protect me but please... will you just talk to me? Honestly?”

His reply this time wasn’t completely unforeseeable but it still shocked Y/n quite how quickly it happened, especially almost unprovoked. Because that’s all it took for Tom to break, for the past 2 weeks to get their vengance, for all the repressed emotion to escape.

He was crying- well more accurately sobbing- into his hands, his back quaking. Naturally Y/n reached out to pull him into her side, suppressing the groan of pain as she moved a little too much for her abdomen to handle. “I’m here T. I got you and I’m not going anywhere m‘kay?”

And that’s how they stayed, for at least 10 minutes, with Tom crying into her shoulder as Y/n rubbed up and down his back. Eventually though, everything did calm down and Tom repositioned himself to lean his head on her shoulder just facing forward and focusing on playing with her fingers, lacing them fingers with his.

In all the time since she’d woken up, Y/n was yet to broach the subject of their babies name yet. She sensed it was a sensitive topic to say the least, so had thought it best to wait till they were properly alone - not in a ward of 6 strangers where the only privacy came in flimsy blue curtains.

“So…. Aurora huh? Thought it was too airy-fairy, head-in-the-clouds for you?” Smiling lightly, both of them were transported back to the pregnancy when they spent hours and hours bickering over names. Aurora had always been Y/n’s favourite but to Tom thought it was more a name for a hippy kid who went around clad in tie dye and bandanas.

“Still is a bit...but I needed a bit of a miracle and Iceland was in my head. Plus I sort of accidentally word vomited while shouting at Haz, for being nice to me.” Iceland as in when Tom had proposed under the aurora borealis in the freezing sky - when Y/n had agreed, promised even, to be with him forever.

“But you like it?”

“Of course... mother always knows best after all.”

“I think it suits her too. One of your best choices to date, listening to me.” Y/n mused, earning herself a very delicate but still playful elbow in the side before the room drifted back to a much more comfortable silence.

“We’re gonna get through this you know? Me, you and her, we’re together in this... I’m sorry I wasn’t in the beginning and I’m sorry I hurt you but now? I promise you got me and I’m not going anywhere…” Y/n needed to say it and needed Tom to properly listen. “ ...literally, I still cant walk properly.” Tom chuckled wetly at that, which made Y/n feel a lot better too.

To be completely honest, Tom was still hurt and he knew it’d take some mending to move past everything. By no means did he blame Y/n in anyway but just the fact he was left alone and abandoned - well, it was the worst time in his life. The way Y/n understood that and had apologised to him - if completely unnecessarily- meant everything. Meant she would help him to heal... whilst he helped her too.

“Can we just go to sleep? I need to wake up beside you in our bed not at tiny hospital one.” It was only 3 in the afternoon but because of Y/n’s medicine she was constantly drowsy and Tom? Tom was still in this permanent state of exhaustion. So it wasn’t so much of a weird request as it was on the face of it. With a nod, Y/n shuffled down on the bed a bit more resting her head against the top of Tom’s. It was exactly what they both needed, just a bit of peace with each other.

That lasted all of 5 minutes before Aurora woke and started to scream.

Life had most definitely changed. Especially for Tom. Because even though he was he was mentally and physically exhausted, he only appreciated his daughters screams whole heartedly... because Y/n was there groaning with a tired smile too. They were in this together.

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I really hope the ending didnt disappoint too much, im aware its rushed as hell, but thank you for getting this far! And I hope maybe this series has done a teeny tiny bit to normalise not everything in pregnancy and child birth being perfect - that there is morbidity and mortality associated. Obviously this is all fictional (esp the amazingly quick recovery and lack of neurological/other impairments) and not medically accurate in the slightest !!

my inbox is always open :) t x

Tagging : @whitewolf51

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #dad!tom #Tom Holland angst

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kuroosdumbslut · 4 years

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May I request Kei Tsukishima, Nishinoya, and Tobio with a small dancer s/o please? They worked their butt off for the school to allow a dance team but her teammates got in a fight and quit, leaving her and just a couple others, so she was working extra hard, but because she was rushing around trying to get everyone ready, she forgot to stretch before their last major practice and damaged her leg really bad, but she still is trying to dance to keep the team even though she was hurt. Thank you!

*this is a very interesting request! i think i might set this one up a little differently too! hope you enjoy!!*

it took so much back and forth, but you and the team of others you recruited for your dance team finally were able to convince your school to add your team in on the requirement that you keep at least 9 people on the team

originally, there were 18 people that you rounded up after getting confirmation, all fairly nice but you could feel tensions rising after a few months in

your teammates, or at least half of them, got into a huge argument and left, causing you have the bare minimum for the team

you kept working hard to keep your team together though! you were at every single practice, rehearsed again and again to get it down perfectly, everything

but no ones perfect and you did forget to stretch during one particularly chaotic start to a practice

and in turn you really injured yourself back, the remaining teammates concerned about how badly you injured yourself, but you pushed through to be able to keep doing your favorite thing

tsukishima:

he noticed something was wrong immediately; you were limping more, exhausted constantly, and winced when you stepped or moved wrong

he’d brought it up before to take a break, but you always assured him that you were fine and that you had to keep going to keep your team together

it wasn't until after the dance for your first recital that you finally admitted that you were extremely hurt and probably needed to see a doctor

“hey, pipsqueak, mind telling me why you thought pushing yourself on a torn muscle was a good idea?” to any passersby, he sounded angry and cold, but you could make out the fear and worry that plagued your tall, sassy boyfriend. “i told you before, i couldn't just not do this and have done all this hard work for nothing. you know i love dancing, and i just wanted to have a club activity i enjoyed!”

tsukishima understood, but that didn't stop him from fussing over you and scolding you a bit more, especially during your healing period. luckily for you, tsukishima was lowkey trying to help you recruit more dancers so you could get the rest you needed. during one of your practices, tsukishima walked in with a small group of students behind you. your snarky babe managed to collect 5 more people interested in dance, and you may had shed a tear in joy. you’ll deny it, but tsukishima knows he saw that little tear try to race down your cheek before quickly getting wiped away by your shaking hands. “next time just ask for help, pipsqueak.”

nishinoya:

he noticed but thought you would talk to him if you really needed help

that didn't stop him from asking every so often if you were really okay

he was excited for your recital though, watching with curious and excited eyes...but he could tell you were either struggling or in some kind of pain

after the performance, you very quickly took a seat and confessed to Yuu that you had really hurt yourself

nishinoya ran over to where you were seated once your performance was over and everyone was mingling with their friends. “that was so great, babe! you did great, but you seemed like something was wrong during it. is everything ok?” you sighed out and hung you head slightly, confessing to being injured for a while but still doing the routine almost daily. “I just- I didn’t want to not be able to keep this team up, you know? we all worked our asses off.”

nishinoya nodded along, listening as you continued only to then lightly smack your leg. “next time something like that happens, i’ll just dance in place for you or whoever got hurt! you can teach me the dances and i can be backup.” he kept his promise too, he learned every dance routine you did and practiced just in case he was needed, and to top it off he even recruited some new team members for you.

kageyama:

in all honesty, he probably didn't really notice until one of his own teammates pointed out how you seemed kinda injured

he’ll pull you aside and ask you about it, maybe coming off a bit aggressive in the moment but meaning well

when you finally relent and tell him, he makes sure to either help you find a new member quickly or ask if one of his teammates can help out

he’ll dance too if he cant find anyone, but he will also fully deny ever doing such a thing out of embarrassment

you finally came out of the doctors office, your boyfriend waiting for you in the waiting room nervously looking over his hands and nails to distract himself. you cleared your throat to get his attention, to which he jumped up and stood with you, one of his hands instinctively going to your back to stabilize you a little more. you gave a brief summary of what was wrong with your ankle, giving him a wobbly smile when he gets seemingly more nervous at the news. “it probably got worse cause you decided to keep dancing for a bit like a dumbass!” you laugh it off and gently knock shoulders with him. “well, luckily i didnt have to keep on doing it since you found like 3 new members for me! you’re sweet, you know that?” you watched as kageyama’s face bloomed in a dusty pink and you smirked, playfully pressing a kiss to his cheek as best as you could. “for real though, i don’t think i would’ve been able to keep up if i kept dancing as hard as i was. thank you for forcing me to go to the doctors.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei x you #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya yuu x you #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio x you

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startreckobsessed · 4 years

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Breaks

Pairing: Leonard x reader

Summery: You are injured on a mission and not thinking it's serious, fail to tell Leonard

Warnings: description of organ damage and my askew medical knowledge.

@jonesy201 thank you for requesting darling.

Your body tingles with warmth as you and the away team energise on the landing pad. The picture of your crewmates blur as your head spins. Medical was awaiting your teams arrival. Time slowed as Leonard's eyes trailing your body for injuries, his shoulders relaxing when he saw you had none. Or at least, that's what it seemed like.

Your mind became sharper and the fog in your mind dissipates. "Get him!" The words rushed out of your mouth and you spun around to the red shirt bleeding out onto the landing pad. One of your his teammates held his head in her lap as she keeled beside him.

Leonard and Nurse Chapel rushed forward and fell to their knees, Leonard snapped open his med kit, pulling out a scanner. Nurse Chapel stood and barked at one of the nurses "Go and get a gurney, now!" The nurse flinched and spun on his heels and ran for the med bay. Your head started to spin again and you focused on Leonard's face, letting him become your focal point. His eyebrows were mashed together, creating the little dip you loved between them. His mouth was set in a grim line as he scanned over the ensigns body.

"Move!" A voice barked, you threw yourself back against the wall so the stretcher could get through.

The ensign is loaded onto the hovering gourney and transported. Leonard gave you one last meaningful look over his shoulder and disappeared into the elevator with the ensign.

You forced a shaky breath through your nose and stepped off the pad, many people giving concerned looks at the gingerly way you moved. Sulu lifted a brow in silent question and Chekov turned to face you in his chair as you passed.

You waved off their concerned looks with a waning smile as you made it to the elevator and pressed the floor number to your quarters. You swayed slightly before the doors opened again and you made your way down the long hall of doors.

Every step sent a spike of pain from your side through you until you reached your door and typed in the security code. You trudged inside, black spots appearing in your vision.

You tugged off your utility belt and tossed it onto the bed, fully intending to scrub off the dirt and blood in the shower.

Suddenly the pain become crippling as you slid to the ground, you gasped for breath and clawed at your duvet trying to reach your communicator before the pain overpowered you, black spots spreading as unconsciously pulled you under.

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Leonards footsteps were a little more rushed than normal as he traveled down the corridors that led to your room, nodding to an ensign or two that he passed. He felt slightly ridiculous, he was sure you were going to tease him for over worrying.

The message from Hikaru had planted a seed of worry in the back of his mind. The itch to see you had turned him impatient, so with a laugh Christine had shooed him off and told him to "go check on his girl."

He huffed slightly at the memory, finally reaching your door and knocking. He shifted on his feet and cleared his throat. "Y/N? Can you open up Darlin?" Nothing. Panic started to build in his chest. His breathing picked up,

"Okay, I'm using medical override." He called, typing in his code. The door slid open.

His blood ran cold, blood rushed in his ears as he gasped, falling to the ground beside your still form. His shaking hands fumbled with his communicator until he got a hold of the med bay "Chapel I need a team in Y/L/N's NOW!" He put a hand on the back of your neck. "Hold on darlin', please." He begged softly.

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Little snippets of consciousness came to you.

Someone shaking your shoulders.

Someone shaking your shoulders and shining a light into your eyes.

A familiar voice calling your name.

Being lifted into a gurney.

Sleep.

When you came to, it was like emerging from water. Muffled voices that slowly become sharper, and you put faces to the voices, and names to faces.

Uhaura whispering soothing words to someone. You cracked open your eyes, retinas burning as you took in the scene. Nyota stands behind Leonard's hunched form, hands on his shoulders. His face was buried in his hands.

"Len." You croak and his face shoots up. He leans out of Uhauras hands and taking yours in his. "Hey darlin'. Your okay."

"I'll give you some privacy." she murmurs going out into the hall and joining Spock, who gives you a curt nodd. You do the same and Nyota chuckles, gently pushing him down the hall. Your eyes drift back to Leonard.

His face is lined with grief and you lift your free hand to cup his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans in for a brief second before sighing, hazel eyes devouring the sight of your face.

"How did you know?" You murmur. "Sulu messaged me during surgery, we got everything under control, Christine took over for me. He told me to check up on you."

He chuckled humorlessly "Your my girlfriend. They wouldn't let me operate. I had to sit out there, helpless." He stills. "Through I probably wouldn't have been much help anyways, I was so panicked I couldn't think straight."

"I'm sorry." You say. "I didnt.. think it was this serious. I thought I had just bruised my side." He shook his head, grip tightening on your hand in his. "You must have been running on adrenaline to make you numb to it, your rib had punctured your kidney." His eyes rimmed with tears and your throat tightened. You stroked his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

"For now on, after every mission, you report to med bay for routine scans. Okay?" An argument bubbles to your lips, bit you pause to see the exhaustian in his face "Okay." You relent.

"Thank you." He says, standing and bracing his arms on either side of your body on the bed. He leans down and brushes his lips to yours softly. Both your hands go to the tofts of hair at the back of his head as your lips move against each other.

After a few minutes he stoped and pulled your hand from his hair, turning to press a kiss into your palm. "Don't scare me like that." He whispers into your skin. "I'm sorry." You repeat, pulling him down by his neck to kiss his forehead. "I love you, Len."

"I love you too."

#bones x reader #star trek fanfics #leonard mccoy imagine #leonard mccoy x reader #mine

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monsterlovinghours · 3 years

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I'm feeling very soft for Angel!Dewey and I was wondering if I could get some soft/romantic stuff from the fluffy boy. Maybe a soft, wine drunk, s/o because am I projecting? No! If you feel like tossing incubeej in there you know how I feel about poly but don't feel pressured

*spongebob narrator voice* one thousand years later...

The rain that pattered and tapped against the glass panes of the semi-open window didn't match the rhythm and tempo of the gentle music he had put on for her, but it didn't deter her from dancing, from holding out her hands and insistently tugging him to his feet to dance along with her. Dewey Finn didn't dance, at least not in any way that could be considered "good," but the call of her embrace was too sweet to ignore, and with her tipsy on good wine, she would barely notice if all he did was sway with her in his arms. It was warm here in her kitchen, the only light coming from the various scented candles she'd strewn around the counters and his own golden aura. There was hardly a sight he loved more than to see his halo reflected in her eyes, even if they were a little hazy. It had been a long week-a long month, if he were being honest-and he had all but forced her to take a night off, to let him take care of her and relax. At first, she had balked, insisting that she didn't need to be taken care of, that she wasn't some delicate flower on the verge of wilting, but Dewey had assured her that taking a break wasn't a sign of weakness, that letting yourself be cared for didn't mean you couldn't take care of yourself. Finally, she had relented, though it had taken her a while to actually relax enough to let go and enjoy herself as Dewey showered her with affection and tenderness, pampered her and wouldn't let her lift a finger for herself the entire evening.

As always seemed to be the case with humans, food helped ease her anxiety, dinner brought in from her favorite place. That seemed to be the final blow to her barriers, though the wine didn't hurt. Fed and tipsy, she had crawled into his lap and asked him for music, and he had had to stretch out the tips of his wings to knock the needle onto the spinning record. Slow love songs filled the room, and while he was expecting her to start theatrically gagging as she usually did when such music was played, she only snuggled closer, pushing her face into the side of his neck and humming softly. Dewey sang the bits he knew in her ear-admittedly, love songs weren’t his forte, and he wasn’t as well-versed as he perhaps ought to have been. Still, she didn’t seem to notice when he stumbled over a lyric here and there, and soon began to unfurl herself from his lap to get to her feet and dance. Which is where they found themselves now.

She kissed him, her lips tasting of wine and warmth, lingering against his as her fingers wove into the curls at the nape of his neck, sending the lightest of shivers down his spine. There was no way she could fully know the effect she had on him; how could she? The lightest scratch of her fingernails on his skin felt as monumental as the cosmic match struck to light the universe's very first star, the hum of her sleep-heavy voice in his ear like the thrum of macrocosmic gravity. Though her life was fleeting and his unending, when he was in her arms, Dewey couldn't help but feel made anew, an infant universe wrapped in the embrace of its creator. She was stars and void and infinity and unfathomable space contained in flesh and blood. How could his clumsy tongue possibly find the grace to tell her this?

Instead, he kissed her back, pressing forward as his hands slid into her waist, palms pulsing warm against her skin as they slipped beneath her shirt to press against her back. The worn vinyl tile of the kitchen floor creaked beneath them as they swayed to the music, until her mouth broke from his and her head drooped onto his shoulder. Her body felt pleasantly heavy in his arms, her lashes brushing against his neck as her eyes fluttered shut, trusting him to hold her upright. Smiling tenderly, he gathered her close, drowsy protests and all, and carried her back into the living room. By the time he had them settled on the couch, her body folded comfortably in his lap, she was asleep, breath deep and even and untroubled.

They hadn't moved an inch when a shift in air pressure announced the return of the third member of their living arrangement, eyes glowing faintly in the semi-darkness as his tail twitched at his side, fangs exposed in a smile at the sight that greeted him. Beetlejuice could smell the alcohol lingering in her bloodstream, heard the reassuring, steady thudding of her heartbeat, and a gentle, loving purr rumbled in his chest at the sight of her curled up so sweetly in the angel's arms.

"Ain't that cute?"

Dewey smiled back at the incubus, stroking a strand of hair off of her forehead. "Wine knocked her out," he whispered as Beetlejuice crossed the room to kneel in front of them. It didnt escape his attention that Dewey's grip didnt tighten instinctively as he drew nearer, as it certainly would have earlier in their arrangement. The angel would likely deny it if asked, but after months of living and loving alongside what was meant to be his adversary, he had grown to trust and even become fond of the semi-feral demon. Beetlejuice ran his fingers down her arm, his chilled touch leaving goosebumps across her skin even in her sleep.

“You think she’ll be waking up anytime soon? I’m starved.”

Unable to hold back a soft snort, Dewey shook his head. “Of course you are. No, I think she’s down for the count.”

Despite his apparent hunger, the demon didn’t seem to be upset at being unable to access his most convenient food source. “Ah well. S’pose we should get her to bed.” He reached out to pull her gently from Dewey’s embrace, and his tail curled in satisfaction when the angel released her without complaint. He followed quietly as the demon carried her into the bedroom, settling her among the pile of soft pillows and tugging a blanket over her still form. She had barely stirred or made a sound, so deep asleep beneath the safety of her lover’s watch. Beetlejuice straightened, and for a moment, the two just stood and watched her, watched the minute rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the subtle tremor of body with each gentle heartbeat. Then the demon broke the silence, murmuring gently.

“We’re a couple lucky sons of bitches, you know?”

Dewey couldn’t help a smile at that. “We are,” he readily agreed. He sighed, then glanced up at Beetlejuice, whose green-hued hair was beginning to dull a shade or two, a sure sign of impending starvation. “So you’re just gonna go hungry?”

A smile of a different sort curled on the incubus’s mouth, fangs catching the low light as his eyes pulsed with a greenish glow, the tips of his horns and the roots of his hair fading into a suggestive magenta. “I didn’t say that. You’re not planning on going anywhere tonight, are you, twinkle-toes?”

A flush crept from his ears to his cheeks and down his neck as he slowly shook his head. Beetlejuice grinned and pointedly let his long, striped tongue curl around one of his fangs, licking his teeth with a low, grating purr. “Perfect. Out in the living room, and be quiet about it. Don’t wanna wake Sleeping Beauty, do we?”

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Chapter 1: The Crimson Horror

Summary: After falling victim to curiosity and finding yourselves in the clutches of the dastardly mrs Gillyflower and her strangely silent partner mr sweet- the now cured master, after escaping from the factories reject pile and surviving the failed preservation process, descends onto Sweetville with one mission: finding and saving his human. That is, if he can find you- and if you can be saved...

Notes: oh my god, its finally here! I've been so excited to start this series, the reception to the announcement was absolutely heartwarming! I've had so many ideas for where i can take this, i hope you all enjoy!

A big thank you to @plethora-of-imagines , you've been the complete supportive backbone of this series! I hope you enjoy! ❤

The gate to Sweetville loomed through the late night mist, piercing the dark through the weak glow of the streetlamps flanking its entrance. The Master stood before the wrought iron, TCE gripped tight in his palm. The air was cold, the Yorkshire chill biting at the back of his neck. But the rage inside him burnt hotter than any fire ever could.

He knew you were there, you had to be. There was no possible way you'd ended up on the reject pile like he did, the pilgrims at the factory would've made sure you survived the process. Too many rejects caused too many questions, are you were far too beautiful an Eve to miss out on mrs Gillyflower's home grown eden.

The lock on the gate cracked with a metalic whirr, the Master slipping between the open bars and descending on the row of houses before him. Perfectly pristine doors and windows lined the house's of Sweetville's main street, the flowerbeds decorating the center soon trodden under the Master's vengeful feet.

Instinct told him to kick each door down, rampaging the Victorian utopia until he found where they'd kept you. But he knew, for your sake, he had to stick to the silent dark. Exposing his presence would no doubt ruin any chance of getting you back to the revivication chamber and curing you of your petrified state. If you could be cured, that is.

The horrified expression on your face when you'd both been brought to the front door still burned inside his head, the petrified people soon exposed alongside the dome they resided in. You'd instinctively dived into his arms as the pilgrims surrounded the pair of you, his grip tightening around your shoulders as they attempted to prise you both apart. You'd fought and resisted, always a fighting spirit, but the descending forces were too strong- even for him to combat.

He didnt even know if you could be cured, despite his insistance on eternally promising to try. Just the thought of that caused his Gallifreyan blood to boil.

The Master soon found his way to each door, silently peeking inside every residence to inspect the residents under each dome. Each door returned nothing but measly, random humans, the Masters patience running thinner by the second. Of course he'd keep searching for you, refusing to relent in any regard, but his decorum for the orchestrator of this scheme and his willingness to hunt silently were both plummeting to nothing. He had to find you. Fast.

He continued to hunt, each door still exposing the frozen faces of strangers. He resented the way his heart's would jolt at every curtain covered door, the anticipation crippling him as he scowered the street for your presence. You had to be there, he refused to entertain the thought of finding you thrown into the canal like the other common humans entangled in this mess. Not even he knew the reign of terror he'd bestow upon the universe if they'd not only murdered you for vanity, but desecrated your body in your death.

"C'mon love... Let me find you." He whispered to himself, before crossing the street to the next house along.

He pushed the red and white curtain aside, twisting the knob of the pristine white door with tense urgency. He forced himself into the front room, tracking fresh dirt from the trampled flowerbeds onto the cream carpetting. He let his gaze find the dome and instantly froze in his tracks, brown eyes widening and jaw falling slack in horror, brows knitting together in a hybrid of fury and fear.

It wasnt a stranger sat under the dome, not this time. This one was far more precious to him than any other silly little trapped human. This one was the one he'd been hunting for.

This one was you.

"Y/N!" The Master rushed towards the glass, palms frantically pressing against the barrier between you. They'd posed you on a chair, poised and propper, a man at your side with a hand on your shoulder. Your face had been pushed into a gentle smile, but your eyes were glazed and lifeless. You looked like a perfect doll under there, and the Master was determined to get you out.

He assessed the situation- there was airflow into the dome, the process putting your body in a stasis, albeit in a petrified, frozen form. But it still required a level of oxygen, meaning the living component required propper lung function and supported circulation. You were most definitely alive in there , which pleased him despite the circumstance.

His fists pounded hard against the glass, teeth gritting together in rage, a snarl ripping from his lips. The glass was thick and reinforced, most likely to contain the concentraited air, so he needed something to function as a battering ram. Nothing too big that could cause you harm, but something strong enough to shatter the glass. He furiously scratched his beard in thought, tugging a hand through his hair before spotting his perfect weapon- an innocently placed chair.

The Master swiftly grabbed hold of the chair, raising it above his head with a yell. The object came crashing down upon the glass, sending the dome shattering into a cascade of falling shards. The chair was quickly thrown and discarded, the Master having far more important things to worry about.

"Y/N... my sweet, beautiful Y/N, what did they do to you?"

The Master crouched to your level, palm reaching for your cheek as the other took hold of your frozen hands. His thumb caressed over your cheekbone, the skin hard and hollow as he gently drumed his fingers on the bone. You were ice cold but still moveable, the Master's fear of shattering you like the dome disappating out of his mind.

"They made a big mistake, a big, big mistake taking you like this." He whispered, raising your hands to his lips and gently pecking the back of them. He moved your hand to hold his own cheek, the familiar warmth of your touch gone from your skin. You had no pulse either, a notion which made the timelords stomach drop.

His eyes suddenly fell on the hand atop your shoulder, glare narrowing as he followed the body to reach the face of the man they'd posed alongside you. He sneered at the figure, brandishing his TCE and aiming it at your partner. The man instantly shrunk with a digital 'zip', falling into one of the many piles of glass that littered the floor. The Master smirked smugly, cocking an eyebrow in victory.

"Sorry Adam, shes taken." He jibed, before turning his attention back to you.

A hand carefully brushed away the shards of glass that had fallen on you during impact, the Master's touch gentle against your unmoving form. He had to get you out of there before the pilgrims came to check on the commotion he'd obviously caused. There was no way nobody heard the sound of the dome smashing, but he didn't wish to wait and find out.

"C'mon love, lets get you out of here."

Carefully, he stole a blanket from the green armchair sat in the corner, draping the material around your shoulders before gathering you in his arms. He refused to let you freeze while he carried you towards the factory, who knew what your new condition would leave you susceptible to. Your head fell to his chest as he held you like his bride, the Master wincing at your eerie, permanent smile.

"Hold on doll, i'll have you back in no time."

He placed a delicate kiss to your temple, a silent promise that everything would be alright. A sigh escaped his lips before he clutched you tight towards his chest, carrying you out through the front door and towards the looming factory above.

"Just hold on for me Y/N, I promise."

There was a back road connecting Sweetville to the factory- he couldnt risk any of the pilgrims catching sight of you both as he made his way through, so the front gate was a no go. He frowned as he slipped through off the beaten track, your body still clutched tight against his chest as he made his way through the midnight streets.

Bypassing them was easy. They patrolled in routines, groups of three's working their way through the factory floor, a small gap between them, perfect for the Master to slip through. He traversed through corridor after corridor, sticking to the dark corners of the warehouse as he found his way back to the chambers- all the while keeping tight purchase on your form.

Soon making his way towards the chamber corridor, the Master pulled the TCE from his pocket. He'd come too far now to succumb to an ambush. He swiftly made his way towards the revivication chamber, unlocking the door with the device in his hand and yanking open the heavy shell. Carefully, the Master stood you inside the human shaped box, pulling the blanket from your shoulders and placing a small kiss atop your forehead.

"Good luck" he whispered, before sealing the door to the chamber and activating the device, blanket disreguarded and pooling on the floor.

The machine gave out a low groan, the mechanical ticking of the interior rotar echoing quietly through the hall. He could just about see the top of your head through the grated window, smoke eminating from the inside and drifting into the atmosphere. The timelord stood guard, a silent prayer on his lips, palm pressed flat against the exterior metal.

The chamber was warm, heat radiating off the body of the machinery, a hellish red glow emerging from inside. It was no doubt doing the same thing it did to him, reintroducing heat to the body and restarting all regular interior function. The preservation process had gone wrong for him, no doubt due to his irregular (and in his opinion superior) timelord biology. The Masters condition been easy to fix- a partial motory shutdown acompanied by a telltale vivid red complexion, a sign the preserving process had failed. But you were a full blown case of successful preservation. Would you even be able to recover?

The chamber continued to tick on, working away at the effects of the venom. The Master continued to peek inside, watching the process intently. The timelord was transfixed, all attention focused on his human. He didn't even notice the oncoming footsteps of the pilgrims approaching the corridor, until one of them dared to step forwards and adress him.

"You will come with us immediately."

The Master turned towards the man with a furious glare, a smirk playing on his lips and an eyebrow raised in question. There was around 7 of them, all men poised with wooden bats and menacing expressions- but none of them were a match for the Masters. He'd had thousands of years to perfect his spinechilling glare, after all.

"If you're thinking about stopping me, i suggest you rethink your next actions very, very carefully."

The pilgrims watched the Master intently. They'd recognised him from the day you and he had arrived at Sweetville. The Master leered at the closest pilgrim with a twisted smile, hand still pressed against the ticking metal.

"Sure, you pulled your little preserving stunt on me, and credit where it's due- its a cute plan, it really is."

The Master mockingly laughed gently, a confused expression creeping across the face of the pilgrim leader. The timelord toyed with the TCE in his hands, tone laced with an absolute dark malice.

"But you made a one crucial mistake, one very, very crucial mistake. You were so close, so very close to getting it all right. Who wants to guess?"

The pilgrims stood in comanding silence, the Master's judgemental gaze panning over their solemn faces.

"Nobody? Well then, guess i'll have to spell it out for you all."

The leading pilgrim sighed in frustration, the Masters stoic glower landing on his expression. He took a step forward, squaring off his shoulders like a wild animal, smile dropping from his features as his teeth clenched in a snarl.

"Your mistake, boys... was thinking you could also do it to her. You took her from me and hurt her, and god knows thats enough to doom every single one of you."

A pilgrim within the cluster rolled his eyes, raising his bat and lurching forward to swing at the Masters head. The timelord growled in annoyance, presenting the TCE with a flourish and sending the man crashing to the floor as a shrunken minifigure, instantly trodden under his foot. Another followed suit, the Master's elbow colliding with his jaw and fist landing square across his face. The pilgrim screamed in pain, soon joining his associate as a shrunken minifigure on the floor- the timelords hair flying wild as he quickly span on his heels and pinned the leader against the second revivication chamber, all in one swift swing. His hand clasped tight around the mans throat, gritted teeth practically spitting with rage as the pilgrims bat dropped to the floor from shock.

"So, two questions for you. Do you really want to attempt to take her from me again?"

The Master raised the TCE to the pilgrims face, a viscious fire lit behind his eyes, harsh voice barely over a whisper beside the pilgrims pitiful whimper.

"And are you really stupid enough to try?"

The pilgrim shook his head with a groan, hands still scrabbling against the Master's monsterously strong grip. The Master nodded in agreement, relenquishing his grip on the pilgrims throat and gesturing with his head for him to leave with an almost innocent expression. The pilgrim gasped for air, windpipe almost crushed under the timelords inhuman strength, eyes flitting towards the exit in a sudden panic. He began to bolt for the following hall, the other pilgrims backing away in fear.

The Master calmly raised the TCE, a concentrated blast landing straight against the mans back. The pilgrim shrunk with a shrill scream, a wave of horror surging across the four remaining men. Terrified feet scrambled against the hard stone floor, leaving the Master stood alone within the empty corridor, the sound of wooden bats being dropped against the flooring ricocheting through the hallway.

The Master released an almighty huff, tension falling from his shoulders, TCE returning to his inside pocket. He suddenly turned his attention back to your chamber, and every remaining ounce of fury melted from his face.

"I'm sure you would've enjoyed that, love. You're always partial to a good fight, arent you?"

The Master smiled to himself, peeking into the glowing red of the chamber between the pannels of horizontal grating. He quickly removed the TCE and gave a quick scan of the metal machine, a satisfied expression sinking onto his features. You were just about done, and it looked like the process had worked a treat. He'd have you back in no time.

The Master heaved open the door with a low grunt, the bellowing smoke dissapating out into the atmosphere. There you stood among the internal pipes and valves, eyes fluttered shut, swaying gently from side to side. All sense of stillness had escaped from your form, your eyes twitching and nose scrunching as you carefully began to come to. The Master gently moved a stray hair from your face, fingers trailing across your now warm skin as you subconciously nestled your cheek against his palm.

You were slowly starting to wake, your fingers subtly twitching as your once still lips slowly parted. Your balance hadn't yet returned though, your limbs suddenly falling weak. You began to fall against the timelords chest, the Master instantly curling an arm around your waist to keep you upright, your hands instinctively flying to his shoulders. The other hand remained on your cheek, thumb caressing the apples of your cheek as your eyes finally fluttered open.

The world was hazy, images fuzzy and your vision lacking any sharpness. Your eyes focused on the figure before you, the soft mound of shapes in front of your eyes carefully creeping towards clarity. You groaned softly, squinting as you made out the features in your eyeline. Fluffy hair, a scruffy beard, and brown eyes that looked down upon you with such a caring, fond warmth it made your heart begin to race.

"There she is, there's my Y/N"

Your ears practically perked up at the familiar voice, your mind slowly working through the sluggish lull it was trapped in. The puzzle pieces began to ease together in your mind, the soft palm against your cheek bringing you such comfort as you processed your surroundings. There was only one person you knew who would even get chance to hold you like this, let alone desire to.

A warm smile spread across your face, recognition gleaming in your eyes as you scratched your nails against the underside of his jaw. The figure before you hummed in appreciation, your finger raising up to gently boop him on the nose.

"Master"

Your voice was amost a dreamy sigh, gaze brimming with affection as you nestled further into his arms. The timelord above you hummed out a laugh, a blush spreading rapidly across your cheeks. The arm around your waist tightened, your hold on the masters shoulders shifting from desperate grappling to tender affection. You had no clue how long it had been: days, weeks, months - but you felt like you'd missed his arms, the familar comfort an utter blessing.

"You came back for me" you murmured, placing a tender kiss against his wrist. The Master raised his eyebrows, allowing his face to be burried in your hair as he pulled you tighter to his chest. You nestled your nose against the crook of his neck, your arms winding around his torso.

"Hey, of course I came back for you, love. I'd always come back for you."

His hands gingerly rubbed up and down your spine, the familiar scent of his collar drifting up your nostrils as you gave yourself to his embrace. The hug was comforting, caring, something you'd been craving ever since you stepped foot into Sweetville. Gone was the terror of the unknown, the looming peral that stood behind the factory doors. You'd found your way back to Master's arms, and everything felt right again.

Questions wracked themselves through your brain, your mind having finally caught up with your racing heart. You pulled yourself to face him, hand making its way to hold the side of his neck.

"What happened to me? What happened to you? What's our next move? Where's Mrs gillyflower? How are we gonna stop her? What-

Why are you looking at me like that?"

Your ramblings were cut off by the masters fond expression, face shapen into a loving smile and eyes gazing down at you with an unspoken adoration. He brushed the hair from your face once more, fingers caressing down your jawline before gently landing under your chin.

"Just thinking... Did I tell you how much I missed you?" The timelord mused, stupid grin still perched atop his lips. You rolled your eyes and smirked, gripping onto his jacket collar and curling your fingers under his lapels.

"No, but you can show me." You returned, before pulling his collar towards your chest and crashing your lips against his.

The Master fell deep into the kiss, hands grasping hold of your waist as he tilted his head, nose brushing against yours as he slotted himself further against your face. You let out a gentle moan, his lips prising away your dominance as your eyes closed in bliss. His mouth was warm and inviting, lips soft against your own as they carefully guided your movements, creating a symphony of coordination between both of your mouthes.

He tasted hot and desperate, teeth almost clashing as he hungrilly delved deeper. His fingers dug into your side as you moaned once again, the air being snatched away from your lungs as you succumbed to his every movement. He could sense you were running out of momentum, his forehead pressed against your own as he carefully prised himself away, your lips shining a glossy red as you gasped out for air.

"Now that...that was a good show."

The Master looked awfully proud of himself, your eyes meeting his own, chest rising and falling in a gentle pant. He could've kept going, his respiratory bypass an absolute boon when it came to intimacy. You however, being human, needed a break now and then. Not that the Master would have you any other way.

"Right then, my dear Y/N. It seems, as the locals would say, 'there's trouble at mill'."

You couldn't hold back your laughter, the Yorkshire lilt he added to his voice simultaniously perfect and horrendous. You couldnt help but think it was a minor jab at a familiar blonde timelady, but her and her vocal habits were the last things you were concerned about right now.

"And, now that you're finally back in one very beautiful piece, we need to solve this little mystery of ours."

You giggled lightly, a confident smile encasing your reddened lips, a proud blush spreading across your cheeks. The Masters eyes were alit with something fabulously excitable, lips curled into an eager grin. He was absolutely raring to go, shoulders straightening proudly.

"Whats your plan, Master?" You asked, curiosity coursing through your veins. The Master flashed a dazzling grin, obviously happy you'd asked.

"I think, love, its about time we finally had a talk with our dear old friend Mr Sweet."

The Master extended his hand towards you, your own hand slipping in perfectly against his palm. He squeezed your hand gently, sending you a wink that almost made your knees buckle. The effect he had on you would never stop being practically magical.

You squoze back, beaming up at the renegade timelord with determination before the pair of you ran towards the large crimson door of the factory, ready to face whatever horror's lay in store- together.

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