#crawls out of trashcan to show you this

[fvckingwolfstar]

Keen Eye

PART TWO

pairing: service top! Hozier x afab! plus size! reader

summary: You meet him at a club and you take him home.

genre: smut 18+

word count: 1699

cw: smoking, unprotected sex, oral f! receiving, p in v, kind of come eating?, he’s tall asf

author’s note: I told you I was taking matters into my own hands, and I DID!! don’t be surprised now! I also got my plus size babes, i see you and i love you 🫶

smut under the cut

You saw him from across the room, sat at the bar and making small talk with the bartender. He wore an oversized coat with his hair tied back behind his head. You made your way over to him, fixing your dress as you went.

“You’re not from around here,” you say, sitting in the stool beside him.

“Keen eye,” he chuckles, sipping his beer.

“I’m intrigued, tell me more,” you said, smirking.

“I’m here on tour with my band,” he hums. “Andrew,” he says, sticking out a hand.

“Y/N,” you say, shaking it, “how long are you here?” you ask, ordering a drink.

“I’m leaving the city in two days, the show’s tomorrow night. Just exploring today.”

You lean on the bar, your head leaning on your hand, “So you’re just at a bar? Not at some big party?”

He mirrors your actions, head leaning on his hand against the bar, “I’m not much of a partier.”

You lean in close to him, “Wanna split a smoke outside? It’s too loud in here.”

He nods, standing up and offering a hand for you to take. You look up at him, taking in how he towered over you, “You’re tall as shit,” you say, taking his hand.

He laughs and walks you outside. He leans on the balcony and pulls a pack of smokes from his pocket, putting one between his mouth. You pull out a lighter and stand on your toes as he leans down to be eye level with you. You light the cigarette while gazing deeply into his eyes, “Thanks, love,” he says, his voice gravelly as he inhales.

You smile as he passes it over for you to inhale. He steps back quickly, and looks kind of awkward, “You nervous, Andrew?” You ask, stepping in to fill the space he made.

“Kind of, I’m not usually picking up girls from the bar,” he laughs, inhaling from the smoke, “not really my scene.”

“So you were here just for the drinks?”

“You could say that,” he thinks for a moment, “but you do have a charm about you.”

You laugh, “A charm? You really have a way with words,” you say, reaching up to push a strand of hair from his face. “You’re too tall, I can barely touch you.”

He smirks, “If that’s a problem, I can just” he leans down again, not leaving much space between you, “come down here for you.”

You hum, “Yeah, that’s nice,” I smirk, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back for a moment before you pull away. He leans in and kisses you again, putting his hands on your waist to pull you in. You hold the cigarette out as to not burn him. “We should probably finish the smoke and get out of here.”

He nods, taking it from your hands and taking a drag, “Good idea.”

You hum as you pass what’s remaining of the cigarette between you, “so mine or yours?”

“Well mine is a hotel shared with another guy, so probably yours,” he chuckles at his own joke. You nod, stubbing out the cigarette and throwing it into a nearby trashcan. You lead him to the front of a bar and wave down a taxi.

He opens the door for you and you crawl in, leaning into his side when he’s settled. He places on of his large hands on your thigh, rubbing the side of it with his thumb. You arm is wrapped around his as your breathing picks up from the simple touch.

Arriving at your place, he once again opens the door for you and you climb out, leading him into your apartment. “Sorry for the mess,” you hum, sliding out of your heels.

“It’s okay, it’s lived in,” he says, coming in behind you, almost crowding you with his presence.

You turn to face him and grab his hand, leading him to your bedroom. He kicks his shoes off as you drag him down the hall.

“Is this okay?” you ask, sitting him down on the edge of the bed.

“This is perfect,” he breathes out as you straddle him. You connect again in a kiss. He licked across your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth allowing his tongue to explore you.

His hands slide up your tight dress, fiddling with the zipper on the back of it. You nod, giving him permission to free you from it’s confines. You stand, letting him slide it off of you easier. When he does, you’re left in nothing but your panties and fishnet stockings. His mouth goes dry as he takes in the curves and stretch marks of your body.

You bite your lip, becoming nervous for the first time that night. “Uhm,” you say softly, bringing your arms to cover your stomach, “all good?”

He nods quickly, pulling you closer to him again. “You look like an angel,” he says, kissing down your neck to your chest. He grips your breasts in his large hands, and they fill them out. “Marvelous,” he mumbles into your skin.

You giggle and look away, “Okay, I get it!”

His hands grip your ass and bring you incredibly closer to him, “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he almost begs, looking up into your eyes.

You think for a second, taking in the pleading expression on his face, “I want your hair down,” you say.

“Done, what else?” he asks, pulling his hair out of it’s bun, shaking it as it falls on his shoulders

“I want your clothes off,” I say softly, pushing a hair behind his ear again.

“Of course,” he says, sliding out of his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. As he slides them off of his gangly form he asks, “And?”

“I want your mouth on me,” you hum, imagining his beard tickling between your thighs.

“Anything else?”

“I want you to fuck me after.”

“Done,” he states, lying you on your back. He kisses down your chest and stomach, leaving hickies and bite marks down your torso. He praises every curve with his mouth and tongue, bringing you closer to the edge already without even meeting your core. He sucks marks onto your thighs between the holes of your stockings. He hooks his fingers into the fishnets and pulls you closer to him. Your breath hitches as his mouth makes contact with you over your panties.

He kisses your clit softly over your panties and grips your hips. You let out the softest whimper of “please,” and he melts into you. He pulls your fishnets and panties down at the same time, allowing them to become twisted on the floor. He kisses your clit again, looking up for your reaction. He sucks it into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue. You arch your back and moan breathily as his mouth works on you.

He reaches his hand up and pushes one finger inside of you, rubbing your g spot as you pant above him. “Andrew,” you whine, gripping his hair tightly, pushing him more forward. His stubble scratches the inside of your thighs with a sweet burn. “More,” you let out, your voice shaking.

He pushes another finger inside of you and quickens the pace of his tongue. He pulls back and licks a stripe over your pussy with his tongue. You arch your back as he moves with you.

He continues his ministrations for what seems like ever before you finally fall off the edge, shaking and moaning like putty in his hands. His groans against your core sent shock waves up your spine as he ate you through your orgasm. He pulled away and kissed your thighs sweetly as you came down.

He crawled up beside you and stroked your hair, looking into your eyes, “Was it good?” he asks, almost sheepishly.

“Mhm, so good,” you pant, “Now fuck me,” you say, running your hands through his hair. He smirks and kneels in front of you. “This position?” you check with him.

“Yeah, I wanna see your face,” he says, kissing your cheek. You roll your eyes and smile softly.

“Corny,” you whisper, kissing him back. He laughs softly before kissing you deeper, your tongues exploring eachother’s mouths openly before you felt him position himself at your opening. You whine softly as he pushes inside of you.

He threads his hand with yours as he bottoms out, “Fuck, heavenly,” he breathes. You moan softly and wrap your free arm around his back, digging your nails into it.

“Big as fuck,” you pant, ignoring his praise. He chuckles against your neck quietly and begins thrusting into you. You moan softly, the pain turning into pleasure as he continued.

As he thrusted, you took the hand that held yours and guided two of his fingers into your mouth, humming around them. He let out a pant at the sight, “Fuck, baby.”

You moan around his fingers as he picks up the his thrusting. He grips the headboard as he watches you jerk with each of his thrusts, “Fuck, baby, I’m close,” he groans, pulling out of you and coming over your thighs and pussy.

Without being asked, he climbs down the bed and licks a stripe up your core again, not caring if he tastes himself. He slides his tongue inside of you, pressing against your g spot. He brings his hand up with rub your clit with his thumb mercilessly. Your thighs begin to shake with the force of his actions and he wraps his arms around your hips to keep you pinned to the bed.

You moan loudly, gripping his hair tightly as you come again. You push his head further into your core as you ride out the sensations. He moans against you, as he cleans you up with his tongue. He swipes away all of the come and liquids from your core and leaves a small kiss on your sensitive clit. He climbs out of your thighs and goes to kiss you softly.

“You’re so good for me, baby,” he says softly into your ear. He wraps you in his arms and soothes you to sleep, kissing your head

#hozier #hozier x reader #hozier smut #hozier smut oneshot #hozier oneshot #hozier big hands #plus size reader #smut

[paperbag34]

Hazbin Hotel roleswap au concept? maybe?

Got bored, started thinking about "What if Alastor found Vaggie instead of Charlie", snowballed a little from there.

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Edit: an expansion: How Deals Work

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What's swapped in this AU:

For now, only Alastor and Charlie.

Alastor remains largely unchanged. He's still the Radio Demon, the terrifying overlord with a meteoric rise to prominence after killing multiple century-old overlords and broadcasting their screams, then disappeared after a fight with the TV Demon, Vox.

But, now after seven years of. well. Radio silence (lol). His radio has begun broadcasting once more. And unexpectedly, what the voice on the radio speaks of is not the brutal murder of Overlords, but instead, a pet project of his. The Hazbin Hotel, an establishment accepting all, and under his protection, with its insane goal of redeeming sinners.

No one really knows what made the Radio Demon take on such an impossible, foolish task, thuogh speculation is abound. Vox, in particular, likes to ridicule Alastor on his shows to the point where it's a bit of a running gag for his viewers. No one knows anything, except that these days, the Radio Demon is often seen around a winged cat, and an odd, gray-skinned girl.

Charlie, on the other hand, is the Princess Of Hell. To the common sinner, not much is known about her. She's more of an abstract presence since her role has her with responsibilities that don't et her get out as much. What is known is that sometimes appears after an Extermination, you can catch a glimpse of the third-most powerful demon in Hell looking around the devastated circles, cataloging the destruction.

While it's unknown how much of Hell's ruling she actually does, most of the things she attaches her name to have to do with the Extermination, or more accurately, the aftermath. Ways for sinners to get back on their feet after the exterminators pop in and trash shit, for example. Most of the Overlords don't really like having to do this, but even the greatest detractor puts the programs in place with some level of competence, after how the last Overlord to disobey her rules was... Punished.

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So, why the change of heart? Why would Alastor suddenly decide to try to redeem sinners? In a word: Vaggie.

During that particular Extermination Day, Vaggie crawls in an alley, injured and in pain. Lute left her alive, but her eye will never grow back, and she left her torn-off wings to rot in a trashcan a few steps away. Leaning against a dumpster, she decides she needs to rest.

Normally, she'd be afraid of sinners finding her, but she knows from the few of her former colleagues that she's talked to that were trapped in Hell after the Extermination ended and had to be extracted, that Sinners actually have a bit of a grace period after an Extermination, where violence is at an all time low. (She doesn't know this, but this is actually a decree by the Princess of Hell).

As she begins to drift off, however, a shadow falls over her. In canon, this would be Charlie, deciding to help what she thinks is a demon lucky enough to escape the Extermination with only a missing eye for it.

Here, though, the responsibilities of the Princess keep Charlie in her office, working and unable to go see what's been happening with the devastation. Here, her eyes snap open as she senses the aura of an Overlord, and right before everything goes dark, she realizes with horror, that whoever this demon is, he knows she's an Exorcist.

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When she awakes, she's tied to a table, restrained by dark tentacles that radiate demonic power in a room lit by a single bulb. The demon from before walks in, introducing himself as Alastor, and he asks for her name.

Naturally, she ignores him, instead demanding to know what he wants. She considers threatening him that she could call Exorcists down to extract her, but she knows that she's considered a traitor, and it'd never work. For some reason, the demon acquesious, and he explains that he's curious what exactly managed to harm an Exorcist so badly.

As an Overlord, he's seen and even fought off Exorcists before, and he's seen what happens when a demon harms one. They get back up. Tear an limb off and they regenerate, punch a hole through their chest and they'll be down for a while, but it'll close and they'll keep going. Suffocate one and given time, they'll start to breathe again. Even the more thorough methods of disposal simply result in the Exorcist turning into golden light and reconstituting themself or flying back to Heaven.

So, four years into his "sabbatical", when he followed the scent of an unfamiliar type of blood to the sight of an Exorcist missing their wings and an eye, he was naturally very interested. Knowing what, exactly managed to permanently harm an Exorcist is invaluable knowledge for an Overlord, after all, even though he's on a sort of sabbatical.

He threatens torture if she doesn't tell him how to kill an angel, even proposing a Deal where he won't use the knowledge against her (as long as she doesn't attack him) if she tells him. It's his turn to be surprised, however, when she just laughs, rejecting his deal only to just tell him the answer: the only thing that can harm an angel permanently is angelic power. He couldn't kill her even if she wanted him to, and with the guilt she's feeling and the pain she's in, she actually kind of wants to die.

Alastor, after some prodding, gets her to spill her story, and sensing opportunity, offers another Deal; for her to work under him in exchange for his protection, or if not, she can just leave, and he'll let her go. Demons gain power from having Deals, after all, and having one with an Angel is far too tempting.

Vaggie, believing that this is the best option she has, and that she'd probably not have to do that much more than what she'd have to even if she struck out on her own, accepts the Deal.

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Two years later, the two have formed a sort of "friendship?"with each other. It helps that despite Alastor being Alastor, with all the cruelty that implies, since Alastor's basically decided to disappear from politics, he has no real need for any sort of "enforcer" role for Vaggie, and she's more of an assistant than anything. She's also friends with Husk, having bonded over the collective experience of Alastor having them in a Deal, though it is strained at times since Vaggie's Deal is so much more lenient while Alastor owns Husk's soul.

It also helps that Alastor did defend her during Extermination days whenever some Exorcists tried to attack them. He doesn't want to lose his Deal with an Angel, after all!

Eventually, the topic of what goes on in Heaven when they're not down in Hell exterminating demons comes up between Vaggie and Alastor. It's all well and good until Vaggie mentions a woman she knows, and how she talks about her beloved son, and Alastor freezes. That woman? It's his mother. After some talking, Alastor tells her that his only real regret to what he's done (being a serial killer) is that his mother would be heartbroken that he'd turned out like that.

The conversation eventually turns to if Alastor could do someting she'd be proud of now, and, well. He's in Hell, there's not much he can think of right now that'd have the large impact he would want it to have. And honestly, while it does eat at him, he's had decades to make his peace with the fact that his mother would be severely disappointed in him now.

But the idea of doing something that'd make his mother proud stays with him. And eventually, after a conversation with Vaggie he comes up with the idea of redeeming sinners.

And so, one year later, Alastor's radio comes back up, and sinners start hearing of the Hazbin Hotel.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin vaggie #alastor #vaggie #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic concept #swap au #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel swap au #Alastor is probably ooc in this but I don't give a shit #and he's still aroace and not in a relationship with vaggie btw #I have nothing against shipping at all #infact i think its great i love shipping #but i think vaggastor isn't the ship I wanna go for for this #honestly probably still Chaggie for the Plot Points #paperbag34's hazbin hotel swap au

[oliviajdjarin]

Come Hell or High Water

Pairing: miguel x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Summary: After an anomaly raid resulting in your capture, Miguel attempts to get some rest after days of searching. He finds it more difficult than expected.

Warnings: swearing, Miguel is incredibly self-deprecating, descriptions of blood, crying, torture, and an ambiguous ending.

A/N: I’m trying out some new formatting. Feel free to let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for reading.

Part 2

Word Count: 1k Type: blurb

Miguel O'Hara never knew how easy it would be to memorize a popcorn ceiling. Every crack, bubble, fleck of dust, scratch of paint. He had gotten to know it intimately, more intimately than he thought was possible.

He preferred the endless, beige void of his bedroom ceiling to closing his eyes, knowing that once he did, he would be met with your own.

"Miguel," you whispered, light leaving your eyes as the Doctor Octavious variant stomped on your gizmo, wrenched your arm out from under you, and dove the both of you through his cross-dimensional portal.

"I'll find you," Miguel screamed, veins popping from his neck. “I’ll find you; I promise.” The frailty in his voice making his skin crawl just thinking about it.

"Miguel," you repeated, knowing the truth, and were gone.

Without a trace. A tracker. Or a goodbye.

And it was all his fucking fault.

He was the one who pushed. He was the one who agreed to let you come. He was the one who had not properly calculated how big of a threat the Doctor had become and sent you in to be totally blindsided. He was the one who let his true feelings for you show, right in front of the Doctor's beady, vendetta-filled eyes, allowing him to see just how to bring Miguel O’Hara to his knees.

He still felt the bruises and dried blood on his shins, kneecaps, and elbows from how long he had kneeled and buried himself onto that rancid cobblestone street. “I'll do anything, anything you want.”

The Doctor only smiled.

Miguel hadn't allowed himself to grieve. Or mourn. Or process any of it for long enough to come up with an actual plan. No. He tore through galaxies like an animal, commanding every one of his spiders to search every sector of every city, before moving onto the next one. He blocked off streets. Ripped apart homes. Trespassed into governmental bodies. Dug through sewers and trashcans and jail centers. He left every galaxy he visited in shreds.

It stretched on for days, this rampage, until Jess finally cornered him, and forced him to finally sit the fuck down.

“Look at yourself, Miguel. You're becoming the people who kill us. This isn't how we'll find her.”

Miguel merely scoffed, complying only to humor her.

“Go home, Miguel. Fucking relax.”

How could he fucking relax - how dare he fucking relax - when he was the one who had done this to you.

He couldn't get it out of his head. Your eyes slowly becoming solemn, sunken, defeated. Like you were disappointed in him. Like he had let you down. And yet, your gaze simultaneously memorized every inch of him.

Blood streamed down your face from a deep cut on your forehead, dripping a deep red into your eyes and mouth as you stared at him. The Doctor's grip on your arm was firm, firm enough to squeeze your triceps so hard muscle popped out on your underarm. Your suit was torn to shreds, signifying that you had more than just the wound on your forehead.

Miguel wondered obsessively if they had been cleaned, stitched, and treated properly, or if the Doctor stooped to merely let you rot in a cage somewhere.

If that was the case, Miguel wondered, would you even still be breathing?

He closed his eyes, attempting to steady his breathing. No, you would be alive. Without you, the Doctor had no leverage, no treat to wiggle in front of Miguel's face, yet keeping it just out of reach. He would be keeping you alive.

His nostrils flared as his brain spiraled down a hole he hadn't let himself fall into yet. Alive was one thing, but how he was keeping you alive was another.

Miguel ground his teeth together as his occipital lobe flashed images into his mind before he could stop it. The Doctor starving you, trapping you, taunting you, putting his hands on you -

Miguel's claws began to pull out of his fingers, and his fangs dug into the skin of his bottom lip. Waves and waves of white hot, burning, pulsing rage washed over him, making his vision go milk white, paralyzing him to the bed. The images continued flashing and flashing, over and over again. The Doctor's smile gleaming as he touched you, your face a mural of pain and loss, screaming at the top of your lungs.

His claws dug into his mattress, and his fangs cut deep enough to draw blood. His mouth filled with metal.

He could hear your screams, echoing through his mind. It was the only thing he could hear.

He couldn't fucking take it anymore.

He sat up in bed, his bare, sweaty back sticking to the sheets as he did. He tapped on his gizmo, allowing his suit to stretch and encompass the entirety of his body. His ears rang and his neck twitched as he stood to his full height, allowing his suit to cover him completely.

As his mask covered his face, he closed his eyes. He breathed in, washing away the scenarios his brain was abusing him with, and breathed them out. He pushed all his emotions into corners of his brain, storing them away into tiny pockets, vowing to only open them once the job was done.

He opened his eyes, his body a vessel of only cool, venomous focus. He didn't care what the Doctor had done, what he himself had done, what anyone had done up unto that point. He only allowed himself to care about how to move forward.

He left his room, walking down the hallway of the Spider Society as silent and deadly as a loaded gun, and dug his claws into his palms. Blood trailed a path behind him.

He was ice. Pure, focused ice, and he was going to get you back.

"Come hell or high water," he whispered to himself, "I will get her back."

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@leahkenobi @buckysblondie

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[fourfoldtrap]

open for better quality!

hit the keep reading if you wanna read me rambling about 2012 Raph's traumas within the show, I'm not the best at writing so take that as you will.

I think out of all the 2012 ninja turtles Raph has the most 'wow this is fucked' centric episodes. (note i'm writing from the memory of watching the show as it released so its been a while.) But while Leo has the most fatal injuries, Donnie's injuries are more centered around his mind/head, and Mikey is just a jack of trades for getting hurt. I think the majority of Raph's 'injuries' are related too his overall too his phobias, ability too protect, and insecurities (tho that honestly falls under all four of the turtles ngl).

Its amazing how many times everything that makes Raph- Raph is used against him, from mutant roaches, his anger towards his brothers managing too overtake his love for them directly causing his best friend too attack his family, had a squirrel crawl into his stomach a experience mitosis, his mutagen drained and becoming a plant-dog thing, the brainworm, almost loosing his family a 100 different ways, that whole melt down in the trashcan where he hallucinates bugs, the bug planet. And that's all I can remember off the top of my head!

honestly typing just too type but Raph just like all of his bros have been through it and I think it should be acknowledged more.

I'm honestly rlly proud of this bc its the first thing I've created on clip studio paint and was kinda just my test run for the program. Messed around with a lot of brushes, I love the verity Procreate nor Paper have this much stuff to utilize. Also love that i can rotate and resize stuff without immediately loosing the initial quality (procreate).

first artist too ever draw fly baxter stockman hated the whole thing, never again.

#2012 raph #tmnt 2012 #tmnt fanart #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt raph #four’s art #cw blood #cw panic

[faetaiity]

Hi! May I request a Dark AU scenario where Y/N escapes their/his/her captors to go to her uncle Hypno(Adoptive or biological, I don't really care, the care is there!) Because he is a mutant that Y/N trusts?

Would Warren and Hypno still be a thing?

Hi! Reader is only allowed to be Male or GN! since you used female pronouns, so I made their pronouns He/They! sorry for the inconvenience! Context for the story! Reader doesn't have family, but they were taken in by Hypno when they were 13. since I left reader's age ambiguous, but this is set at LEAST a couple of years after the adoption, also this isn't a HC scenario, but an Actual story! (owhhh so rareeeee :')) Hypno's Current age is implied to be 35, Warren is about 32-34 btw, can't write Hypno's accent, I tried but I can't ;v; (Also, CW: Yandere behavior/elements) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You ran, you ran as fast as you could you weren't a fool; those turtles were going to notice you missing in a few minutes, you had already ripped out the tracker, but Donnie and his brothers were conniving sons of bitches, they'll find you in five seconds flat out in the open.

They've been unnaturally obsessed with you once you five met, even going as far as to kidnap you, so you bolted the minute you had both plan and opportunity.

The only people you could go to see your uncle Hypno and his Boyfriend Warren, you hoped they both were still living at their apartment, but the walk would be dangerous, it was 10 minutes away, but could take as long as an hour to get there safely.

You could hear shouting and the mechanical whirr of Donnie's shell drone taking flight, thinking quickly, you bolted into the nearest alleyway, hiding behind some trashcans, you waited for a few minutes before hearing footsteps approaching the alley, stopping for a second and then resuming off the other way, sighing in relief, you decided the only way to get away was to go through the rooftops, 'they would be looking for me on the ground, right?' you thought hopefully, climbing up a fire escape, there was only a couple more blocks before you got to where your uncle last lived.

It took fifteen minutes, but you got inside your uncle's apartment complex, you looked around cautiously before knocking quickly and harshly, you heard footsteps, but the door never opened "Uncle Hypno, it's me." you whispered into the door before it slammed open, showing your disheveled uncle, who clearly hasn't been sleeping well, before you, his eyes widening before pulling you into the apartment, shutting the door and pulling you into a big hug.

"I thought you died! Where have you been?! We've been worried as hell!!!" he scolded, Warren crawled out of their bedroom and saw you, "And where have you been for the past month, young man?!" he hissed tiredly, even though Warren doesn't know you very well, he treats you like his nephew, and in return, you call him uncle.

"Mutants kidnapped me..." you mumbled, oddly calm, perhaps the adrenaline of running from your captors made you oddly numb to the situation.

They both froze, looking at each other with uncertainty "...Are you sure? Do you know what KIND of mutants? Do you know their names?" Hypno asked, ah, there's the Hypno you know and love, always fretting about you by getting information out of Ya so he can protect you

"Turtle mutants, I think you know them as you've ranted about Turtle Mutants before...." you said, all you wanted was to sleep in a place where you know you won't wake up next to four turtles cuddling you like as if like they let go, they would die.

They both stayed silent for a few moments before they looked at each other once more, you finally broke the silence "I guess there are only four turtle mutants in the entirety of New York, huh?" Hypno sighed before nodding "We need to take you to Repo mantis the minute dawn hits" Hypno said, Warren made a noise of agreement, Hypno continued by saying "The Repo yard is one of the few safe places where the turtles dare not go, they have tried before and failed because of Repo's cat."

"Is he-" you started before getting cut off "Yes. He's also a mutant, there's a few other mutants there too" Warren interrupted, "But don't worry! They're all kind individuals, they will accept you" Hypno reassured.

You all waited until 5:30 AM, it was still completely dark out but you three couldn't go out in the direct sunlight, you would get exposed.

The three of you walked briskly, not wanting to spend a minute more than you have to out in the streets of New York, you were a couple dozen yards away from the Repo Yard before Hypno got tackled, you whipped your head around to where Hypno landed

oh

Oh No.

Raph was directly on top of him with a knife to his neck, grinning maniacally, Donnie quickly grabbed you "You REALLY thought you could get away?!" he screeched, staring directly into your eyes, but it more felt like he was trying to freeze your soul to stone, you looked away in fear back towards Hypno, before you noticed Mikey walking towards him with his Kusari-Fundo, you yelled out a "Wait!!" all six eyes were on you

"I'll go back with you! Just please don't hurt my uncle!" you whimpered; it became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, the brothers looked over to Hypno and laughed out a "That's REALLY your uncle?" you nodded, tears pricking your eyes, Raph got off of hypno and walked over to you, he held your chin in his hand, making you look up at him, he stared for a few seconds before smashing your lips against his, you ended up whining and tried to push him off, which he complied with, thankfully.

Hypno looked horrified, he now realized that they weren't keeping you to hurt him, hell, they didn't even know of your ties, they were keeping you out of a sick twisted form of love

Leo and Mikey walked over, Donnie picked you up, they all looked back at Hypno and Warren victoriously, before walking off

Hypno got up and just stood there, frozen, before falling to his knees in guilt, Warren patting his back sympathetically.

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[make-me-imagine]

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Plot: After the Greasers leave the diner Y/n works at, Y/n is left to clean up, but Darry decides to stay behind and help. While alone in the diner, Darry plays some music, and takes the moments to show Y/n how he feels. *fluff/romance + part song!fic

Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x Gn!Reader

Warnings: A kiss at the end, but that's it

Words: 1.6k

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You watched the boys goof around with a smile on your face, as you brought out the burgers and fries. Setting the platter of food down, you chuckled as they acted like a pack of wolves, grabbing the food quickly.

"Thanks for keeping the diner open late for us Y/n." Pony said with a smile at you.

"It's no problem Pony, I always like seeing you guys."

"And you prefer when we come in when the diner is empty so we don't scare off the other customers." Two-Bit said with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes a bit. "I never said that."

"But your dad did." Soda added.

"Yes, he did. And you're lucky I was able to convince him to allow you guys in at all."

"Lucky, and very thankful." Darry broke in as he smiled up at you.

You felt your breath hitch as he did, and smiled in return, unable to speak. "Holler if you want anything else." You said quickly to the group before turning and waking off, cursing your sudden shyness that always came when Darry was around.

The boys smirked to themselves and each other, having always noticed the change in demeanor. Soda nudged his elbow into Darry's side, giving him an amused look. Darry reached over, ruffling his hair and pushing his head down. His eyes followed you as you disappeared in the back, his own heart beating rapidly.

- - -

"Bye Y/n!" A cacophony of voices called out as the boys all began to leave the diner.

You waved at them with a smile. "Make sure you pay for the drive-in this time!"

"Never!" Two-Bit yelled back, making you laugh.

Looking over at the tabled the boys had occupied, you let out a huff of breath. 'I love those boys, but jeez are they messy' You thought to yourself as you walked over to the tables, bringing a small trashcan with you. Pieces of burger and fries littering the trays and table. The chairs were moved around, one knocked over after Steve and Two-Bit got into a playful wrestling match.

As Darry began to head out of the diner, he looked back at you, and noticed for the first time, just how much of a mess they made. He felt his gut clench.

Looking back at the others, calling out "I'll meet you guys later!"

What came in return was a mix of teasing comments and whistles, he shook his head with a roll of his eyes before walking back into the diner.

As you crouched down to pick up some napkins from the floor, you jolted as a hand appeared beside you, picking up trash from the table.

Looking up, your eyes met Darry's familiar eyes. "Oh, Darry, did you forget something?" You said as you stood up.

"No, I just thought I'd help clean up."

"Oh, that's kind of you, but you don't have too, really."

He smiled widely at you. "It's the least I can do after you stay behind late just feed us. Plus look at this mess, I really gotta teach those punks some manners."

You smiled as you watched him take the trash can and started dumping stuff in it. "Aren't you gonna miss the movie?"

He shook his head softly, "It's alright, I've seen it." He looked up at you, seeing you quickly picking up the chairs, avoiding his gaze. He smiled to himself as he fixed the other chairs.

Turning to him you smiled softly. "Thanks again. I'm just gonna go get a couple rags to wipe the tables down." Turning, you walked back towards the kitchen, away that Darrel watched you go. You felt heat crawl up your neck and ears.

Darrel turned, looking around the rest o the diner, his eyes stopping on the nearby jukebox. Walking over, he started to look through the songs. Hearing you walk back in, he looked over his shoulder at you, watching as you quickly began to wipe down the tables and stack the chairs.

As you did so, you tried to distract yourself from the thought of being alone with Darrel. You started to hum to yourself, not thinking it was loud enough for him to hear, but loud enough to divert your own thoughts.

Darrel smiled as the tune you hummed met his ears. He recognized the song, and noted how sweet the tune sounded coming from you. Looking back at the jukebox, he began to flip through the songs, before he stopped on one. Looking back once more at you, he smiled to himself before he put in his change and selected the song.

As music started playing across the diner, you paused in your actions. Looking over at the jukebox, you saw Darrel turn back towards you, a smile on his face. It was the song you had been humming, making you aware he could hear you. You felt your face grow hot as Darrel walked over to you

Put your head on my shoulder Hold me in your arms, baby Squeeze me oh-so-tight Show me that you love me too

As Darrel stopped in front of you, he smiled and reached out his hand. You stood up straight, and stared at in in silence before meeting his eyes, a questioning gaze on your face.

He grinned at you. "Dance with me."

You looked at his hand again, and your heart was beating rapidly. Meeting his gaze he let out a soft chuckle. "Come on."

Put your lips next to mine, dear Won't you kiss me once, baby? Just a kiss goodnight, maybe You and I will fall in love (you and I will fall in love)

Reaching out, your hand hesitated for a moment before you set your hand on top of his. Wrapping his hand around yous, he smiled softly at you before he led you into the open floor space.

You could feel your heartbeat pulsating in your ears as it pounded heavily. Your breath hitched as he pulled you closer to him, and lightly set his hand on your waist as you began to sway to the music.

People say that love's a game A game you just can't win If there's a way I'll find it someday And then this fool will rush in

A small smile sat on his face as he looked down at you, "I want to thank you again Y/n, for being so nice to my brothers and the other Greasers."

You smiled in return, shaking your head a bit. "They're nice to me, why wouldn't I be nice in return? Besides, I never let anyone else's opinions on people effect my own."

"It's rare to find someone like you Y/n, I really hope you don't let anyone's opinion about how you treat us effect that."

You shook your head. "I don't."

Put your head on my shoulder Whisper in my ear, baby Words I want to hear, tell me Tell me that you love me too (tell me that you love me too)

His smile widened a bit as you continued to rotate around the room. Your eyes locked, and you found yourself unable to look away, as the tension grew.

Slowly, Darrel pulled you closer, your chests touching. Your breath hitched as he gently brushed his nose against yours, all the while he kept his eyes locked with yours.

Realizing the two of you had stopped dancing, you took a breath, taking your hand out of his, watching as he slowly inched closer. He put his other hand on your waist, holding you gently. Just as his lips brushed against yours, you felt yourself pull away, as you laid your head on his shoulder, almost in shame.

Put your head on my shoulder Whisper in my ear, baby Words I want to hear, baby Put your head on my shoulder

Darrel only smiled to, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head. He spoke softly into your ear, "You don't have to be afraid to me."

Looking up quickly, you met his eyes and shook your head "I'm not afraid of you Darrel." You said softly, a sad tone to your voice.

"Then why wont you let me kiss you?" He asked, a soft smile playing at his lips.

You opened your mouth to speak, but hesitated. You thought for a moment before replying. You looked down, "You can do so much better than me Darrel."

He furrowed his brow after you spoke. "You're wrong." Slowly, you looked up again, meeting his eyes. He continued. "I've never met anyone like you, I could never find anyone better than you. If anyone could do better it's you."

You felt your face grow hot again, feeling bashful again, you looked back down at your feet. The diner was now silent, as the song finished. A moment passed before you felt him hook his fingers under your chin, making you look up at him.

As your eyes locked again, he brought his hand up, gently caressing your cheek. You saw his eyes flick to your lips again, and you took a breath, you would not pull away this time.

Slowly, he leaned in, and you tilted your head up to meet him. Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips gently met yours. His palm cupped your face as he deepened the kiss.

Pulling away a few moments later, breathless, your eyes fluttered open, locking with his grey ones. You smiled softly, and his smile widened. Suddenly, he stepped away, and you looked at him with mild confusion. Watching him, he went over to the jukebox, and a moment later the song began to replay.

Walking back over to you, he reached out his hand. Smiling, you took it, no hesitation this time. Pulling you close to him, you smiled at each other as you began to dance again, forgetting the time, or where you were, and even what lead up to this moment. You were lost in each other's presence, and eyes, never wanting this moment to end.

xx End xx

The song is 'Put Your Head On My Shoulder' - By Paul Anka

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo The Outsiders Taglist: @spuffyfan394; hope you dont mind me adding you to this lol

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It’s Not Easy E.M.

Eddie comforts reader who struggles with anxiety and an eating disorder (symptoms align with anorexia/bulimia), body dysmorphia

Warnings: Eating disorder discussion, body dysmorphia, self-deprecating reader, self-harming, discussions of body and appearance, reader is written female, recreational drug use, ED recovery

Authors note: This suggestion was given to me from a friend, and it really hits home. We turn to the characters we love for comfort; but in addition, this is a serious and real issue that extends past fictional characters and universes, so please if you need someone to talk to, reach out. Call 988 or chat online here: http://988lifeline.org/. If you are in need specifically for LGBTQIA help, https://www.thetrevorproject.org/ go here to chat or call (Trevor project does offer quick website escape options should you be in an unsupportive environment). My inbox is also always open.

Things had never felt easy to you. Ever. Anxiety gripped you from the time you stepped into the world, and you’ve lived with that ball and chain around your ankles your entire life. It was heavy and a hard burden to carry. You never stepped on the cracks on the sidewalk, what if something happened to your mom? You hardly rode a bike, thinking of the horrors of an accident. You never played outside, worrying about what diseases lay in the grass or if a bug would crawl into your ear. While other kids were learning their letters in the bright and colorful kindergarten classroom, you were paralyzed on the carpet, wondering if your mom would remember to pick you up after school or if the other kids would let you play legos with them, what if you built something wrong? So instead of singing along with the days of the week and months of the year, you gripped your tiny fists in your jeans and tears ran down your face. Rather than playing on the playground like other kids, you sat against the brick wall, rubbing your face against the fleece of your jacket to comfort yourself as anxiety swirled in your stomach. The teachers would look at you, try once to get you to engage in a game of tag, but quickly stopped trying when you would begin to cry at the idea of someone chasing you.

This anxiety followed you all throughout your life and school, to the point where you became the “sensitive” person that no one wanted to encounter for fear you might cry. In middle school, you changed gym clothes in the shower stall after the first session where other girls strutted around the locker room with no shame. Watching them with their girlish hipbones and chests starting to develop created a deep insecurity in yourself. You gripped the soft pudge of your sides, wishing that you could just pinch it off and throw it in the stupid grey trashcan in the corner. You only wished for the confidence to roll the waistband of shorts like they did. But, that would mean showing off your stomach and that would mean everyone looking at your body and that sent you into a spiral. While the other girls changed into their shorts and tied their t shirts up, you stared in the mirror at the baggy sweatpants and hoodie you adorned, the tears burning behind your eyes and panic in your chest. Why did you not look like them? Why were you so different? Why did they have flat stomachs but yours was not? Why were you not…thin? This was the first time you separated yourself from the slim people and found yourself looking for the other kids in classes that looked like you. The first time you had to run the mile, you hid in the equipment closet with your book, escaping into the world of Frodo and The Shire until the coast was clear. You started to skip lunch in favor of this spot, giving yourself the excuse that the school lunch was toxic and likely radioactive anyway.

High school was somehow even worse. This isn’t to say that you didn’t try! You would try to curl and tease your hair like the other girls, just to fit in a little. Sometimes, you would even brush some light blue eyeshadow onto your lids and pink lipstick on your lips. But when you looked in the mirror, dark disgust would bubble up in your throat, leading you to harshly rub the makeup off with a cold rag and pull your hair under a scarf. How could you be so foolish? You would never look like those beautiful girls with perfect fluffy hair, lovely shimmer on their eyes, perfectly manicured hands clasped with their sweetheart’s as he carried her books. You would never be able to wear the skirts they did, not without showing off your thighs. Your chunky, jiggly, thick thighs. You could never wear the sweaters they did without feeling like you were being restrained. You tried once, your mother knocking concerned on the other side of the fitting room door, as you sobbed, looking at where the turtleneck clung to you in all the wrong places. She dared to ask if you needed another size up, fury and embarrassment flooding into you as you said this was the largest that they had.

Something had to be done. You were tired of being tired when you looked at yourself. So, you did what a significant number of teenage girls would do. You started to avoid eating. And when you did eat? It would find its way back up. On occasion, when there was no time for purging, you would spend several minutes berating and crying to yourself. Your body was wrong. Your existence was wrong.

You dreaded family dinners, holidays, birthdays. Anytime someone was in the room to watch you eat, you felt that familiar panic bubble into you, clutching at the thighs of your pants as you always have and rubbing your face with your sleeve or jacket. You were never hungry or rather that’s what you told everyone. But you were, the burn of hunger in your stomach was almost satisfying, a reminder of your goals to look like other girls, to have the body you see in every magazine you pick up.

What did come easy, however, was your friendship with Eddie Munson. You had not expected for the door to the supply closet to swing open, ripping you from The Return of the King and the great battle of Black Gate that you have read a dozen and one times. Your heart thudded as a skinny, buzzed head kid pushed himself into the small space and slammed the door back. He rested his head against the wood, panting softly and mumbling under his breath that he was okay. You were stunned into silence and when he turned to look at you, you both let out screams at the same time. You clutched your book to your chest, “What are you doing here??” He stared down at you with brown eyes. His teeth were slightly crooked, and his shirt was far too big, nearly falling off on shoulder and his gym shorts were worn, a band aid covering one knee. His face was a little dirty, or perhaps it was a bruise, but his cheeks still shone pink. “I- I was running and- Is that Return of the King?” he asked, suddenly intrigued by the book in your hands. “This is my closet; you need to find another one to hide in.” You said stubbornly, feeling the discomfort rising in your chest. Loud slaps of shoes belonging to someone running outside the closet distracted you from the current situation. The boy quickly sat across from you, staring warily at the door as the steps quieted. “That was close. I almost got caught that time. But I never get caught.” He smiled cheekily, he stuck out his hand, “I’m Eddie.” You stared at his outstretched hand, still confused as to why he was here and how he did not understand you were not welcoming him into your space. “Not a hand-shaker. That’s okay.” He shrugged and leaned back against the basket holding basketballs. You sat your book down, shoving the bookmark in your place and pulling your knees up to your chest. “What were you running from?” you asked curiously, your hand coming up to rub your face with your sleeve instinctively. “Jason Carver. He was out for me because I made a DND enemy out of him.” Eddie laughed. “Was it a powerful one?” you questioned, the discontent for carver and his perfect cheerleader girlfriend coming to the front of your mind. You wanted to look like Chrissy, tall, perfect, thin. She had the best hair of most girls at Hawkins middle school. “I made a swarm of maggots and called it Jason. Somehow that got leaked from the club.” Eddie said sheepishly, playing with one of the braided bracelets on his wrist. You let out a giggle at that, imagining the look on his face being portrayed as something so disgusting. “I would have made him a Gibbering Mouther. He never shuts the fuck up.” You both let out a laugh at your sentiment. You didn’t ease, still swimming in anxiety, but you had seldom not been in that dark water throughout your life. “You play?” Eddie said, excitement in his voice. You shook your head, no one had wanted to play, and you were not comfortable joining in with strangers.  

“You should join my campaign!” he said, scooting closer and starting to babble on about hellfire. They had just started playing, though they were not a recognized club by the school, they stayed after school sometimes in the library. The anxiety started to rise more, the prospect of stepping out of your comfort zone. “Eddie, I-“ you thought quickly, “I can’t after school. I have to babysit.” That was not a total lie, you watched your neighbor’s dog after school sometimes, feeding it dinner when the neighbor was late getting home. His shoulders drooped a little, “That’s okay. But we can still be friends.” He said as a matter of fact.

Friend. That was a weird word. You haven’t really had many of those. Could you count the kids of the book club friends your mom had? There was Vanessa, but really you just sat next to each other in math class.

“Okay.” You agreed, still a little unsure. His face lit up, and he launched into discussion about The Return of the King, talking about his favorite battles and how he wished he had a Samwise Gamgee in his life. His impression of Gollum made you erupt into a fit of laughter as he used props from the closet. An old jersey was wrapped around his waist in a makeshift loin cloth as he crawled around the room speaking in riddles. You almost felt your guard slip, laughter falling from your lips without thinking about it.

This was the beginning of a strong friendship. You were by his side as he grew from an awkward skinny kid to a man, thick curls cascading down his back as he refused to cut it. His jaw sharpened; he passed you quickly in height. But the friendship remained the same. You relaxed around him, still not completely relaxing your guard, but not exactly completely shutting yourself out.

He was still outspoken, charming only you with the silly ramblings he would go on. When he started spoking pot, you didn’t mind. When he started selling it, you didn’t mind. When he would get on tables and launch into monologues, you didn’t mind, in fact you cheered and laughed along with the other hellfire kids. He had a habit of doing that, making you not mind things as much. You still didn’t join hellfire, but you would sit in on sessions sometimes, sitting in the corner, sewing patches on Eddie’s vest and chuckling at his characters and feeling your heartstrings pull when something emotional happened. He would walk you to class, your books in his hands, causing new feelings to blossom as soon as you realized what that looked like. You never dared to say a damn word.

You felt like you could tell Eddie most things. You would show up on his porch sometimes, tears streaking down your face. He would pull you in, turning off whatever loud record was spinning in his room and help ground you. He would walk you through breathing, touching, smelling. When you were calm enough, he would hug you closely and you would tell him about the fight with your parents or how the ending of your book was terrible, or how you failed a test. It truly was an occasion when they put a new lock on the gym closet, one that you couldn’t shake the handle just right to open and escape into your little world. Most of the other closets around the school had been occupied or claimed by couples or smokers. You had heaved sobs as your normal was disrupted and he comforted you, giving you the option of the hidden closet in the auditorium where he held hellfire. “No one uses it. It’s been empty the entire time I’ve been here. And that’s six years!” he laughed, trying to lighten your mood. It wasn’t the gym closet, it was dusty and smelled like theatre kid sweat, but it was an oasis.

Once you graduated (and dragged Eddie across the stage to graduate with great effort), you weren’t quite sure where you wanted to go. People around you began having conversations about what colleges they were going to attend, what jobs they were going to have, who they were planning on marrying. This set an entirely familiar, yet new, anxiety in you. Was this what you were supposed to be doing? Going to college? Starting a family? Anxiousness brewed into your empty stomach, starting a new anxiety symptom. You weren’t just throwing up to get skinny, but because you couldn’t help it.

One particular afternoon, you knocked on the door to Eddie’s trailer. Your foot tapped anxiously; arms wrapped around yourself. He answered the door, a tired look on his face and still in his pajamas. “Hey, what’s up?” He opened the door wider, letting you in. You toed off your shoes, dropping your bag haphazardly on the ground next to them. A choked sob fell from your lips as you turned to him. His face softened, waking up a little more, “Did you have the college argument again?” he asked knowingly. You nodded and the tears began. You and your parents had been arguing about college. You didn’t want to go, the thought of it crippling you with anxiety and making you lay in bed for the rest of the day frozen. They were adamant, piling applications and brochures on your desk to colleges all across the country, even ones that you could never even dream of attending with your track record.

“I just don’t want to go.” You sobbed, hands coming up to tug on your hair as you paced the small living room of their trailer. “I’ll be alone, I’m not smart enough, I-“another powerful sob racked through your frame. Eddie watched you with great concern. Gently, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you to sit on the floor with him. “Breath with me, sweetheart.” He commanded softly, starting to slowly breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. You followed shakily; eyes wide as the panic began to ebb slowly. “What are three things you can touch right now?” he whispered, not letting go of your hands. You tried to think, your breathing less erratic than before. “I can feel your hands.” You muttered, subconsciously rubbing one of your fingers over the silver ring on his middle finger. “I can feel the carpet on my feet.” You closed your eyes, feeling the slightly scratchy cheap carpet under your legs. “I can feel my hair on my neck.” You let out another shaky breath. “Very good,” he praised, giving your hands a soft squeeze, “Now what are two things you can smell?” you focused a little harder. “I can smell weed.” He let out a snort and soft apology, you shrugged it off, it didn’t bother you. “I can smell your cologne.” It had a sweet, musky smell. It was cheap, but you didn’t really care, that wasn’t the point. “You’re doing great. Now one thing you can taste.” This one was always the hardest. You focused on your mouth with your eyes still closed. What could you taste? “I-I can taste the peanut butter I ate earlier.” And regretted, but you didn’t say that part out loud. “Very good. Do you feel grounded?” his hands didn’t leave yours until you nodded, but you missed them immediately. He patted his pockets, looking for a lighter and the joint he had rolled before you arrived. He placed it between his lips, the flick of his lighter broke the silence and a puff of smoke rose in the air after he inhaled.

You felt a little spacey after the mild panic, watching his lips push the smoke away from you. You always appreciated that he tried not to let it hit your face. You contemplated deeply, then spoke, “Can I try?” His eyes widened and he coughed, caught off guard. “You want to try?” he reached out, holding the blunt to you. It was a little intimidating, but you brought it to your lips. “Don’t inhale too hard. And don’t hold it in too long.” He advised, watching intently as you breathed in deeply. The smoke did not taste good, and it made you cough. Your eyes burned as you choked, coughing hard, Eddie’s hand came down to beat on your back. You felt a little fuzzy as you handed it back to him, “I don’t like it.” You said simply. He let out a laugh and took another drag. “That’s okay. More for me.”

You finally felt relaxed, as relaxed as you could feel. You felt calm, collected, like you could relax and let him in. You took another deep breath at that realization, and you needed to tell him.

“Eddie,” you began, “I need to talk to you about something.” Your hands ran up and down your thighs, rubbing the material as your palms started to feel itchy. He looked at you with intrigue and concern, snuffing out the joint in the ashtray on the rickety coffee table. “I just…” tears started to form in your eyes, “I just want to say…fuck I don’t know what I want to say.” You took a shaky breath, and he reached a hand out to you. His eyes were encouraging, “Go on, sweetheart. I’m not going to judge you.” You offered a small and weak smile. “All my life, I feel like I’ve experienced things slightly to the left. Like the center is how normal people experience life and I’m somewhere over here fucking lost.” You drew a line with your finger in the carpet, pointing to the center and to the left. He watched curiously, nodding as you did your little visual. “I’ve never not been nervous. I’m pretty sure I was born scared of the bright lights and if my mom loved me or not,” you let out another shaky sigh, “and I know something is wrong with me. I can’t eat without hating myself and when I look in the mirror, there is this dread that settles right here.” You point to your stomach. “I met you in that closet because I was hiding from the other girls in my gym class who looked like Madonna and I didn’t eat lunch because, god, I wanted their figure.” Tears were now steadily falling down your face. You avoided looking at his reaction, but you could feel his hand stiffen in yours. “And when I met you, it felt like-like you plucked me from this weird life and put me back in the center. Things were easier. You make it easier.” You finally looked up at him; he had wet lashes and a small encouraging smile. “I know I can’t rely on you for my happiness all the time. It’s just not healthy. But I guess what I am trying to say is thank you.” You finished. A small sob shook off your lips and you used your free hand to wipe your cheeks. Eddie let out a shaky breath, “Can I please fucking hug you?” he whimpered. You nodded and immediately Eddie pulled you into his embrace. He was warm, smelled like weed and weirdly it was calming. “Thank you for sharing that with me.” He said into your hair. You made a hum, and he pulled you tight. “I do think you should talk to someone. Like…like a professional.” He said uneasily. “I know.” You croaked. “I will always be your person,” he pressed a kiss against your forehead, “You can always come to me. But I want you to talk to someone who can help you properly.”

Accepting that you needed help was something you had come to recognize a while back. When you were obsessing over how many calories you would consume by chewing a piece of gum and when you passed out in art class because you stood up too quickly. It was the support you lacked because you had not told anyone about your problem.

“I want to. I want to get better.” Eddie did not let go of you as you said this, keeping his arms tight around you and whispering affirmations in your ear. He told you how proud he was that you told him.

Throughout the entire recovery and struggle after, he called you beautiful and strong. Eddie helped you eat, comforting you during the hardest parts and praising you when you would finish your plate. He helped you learn to braid your hair and do things out of your comfort zone. He was there for your first DND campaign with the hellfire club. He showed you how to ride a bike for the first time and how to laugh when you fall, because that’s just what happens when you learn how to ride one.

Eddie was there for your first kiss. He was the one who pressed his lips to yours after all. He was there when you came home from good and bad therapy sessions, particularly the diagnosis session, crawling into your shared bed to hold you while you cried into his shoulder. He was there for the family counseling when you told your mom about the disorder. And there for the many tears you shed with her after.

Recovery is not easy. Nothing came easy for you after all, you experienced everything slightly to the left. But being with Eddie? Recovering with Eddie? That was easier. He brought you back to the center when you strayed.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson story #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #st #eddie x reader

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 16

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

𓅪 Rated: M | 3.3k includes: making up, karaoke, Damian appreciation

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 16: It's Gonna Be Me | ao3 - wattpad

THEN

Your apartment was cold and lonely compared to the warm bustle you'd become accustomed to at Wayne Manor, but you had a point to prove. 

Jason had texted you once, while Roy had taken to blowing up your phone in the days following. By the time Monday came around, you were shocked to find the redhead at your locker before Tim had even gotten there. 

You raised a questioning brow at his uncharacteristic timeliness to school, then covered his face by opening your locker, “What do you want?”

“Good morning to you too,” Roy’s hair flopped back into view around your locker door. “Jason made scones as an apology for being a huge dick.”

You heard a paper bag ruffle from behind you, but you focused on grabbing your books for the first half of the day. When you shut the door and he was still there, wriggling the bag in your face, you saw no better option than to grab them from his hand and chuck it into the trashcan on the other side of the hall.

The sound was a lot louder than you expected, but you went with it anyway.

His mouth dropped.

Yeah, you weren’t crawling back this time.

Damian showed up and overtook Roy’s steps as he fell in step beside you, pushing him behind the two of you in the process. You’ve never had friends, so you’d never given anyone the cold shoulder. However, the way you and Damian were chittering along like Roy wasn’t even there was definitely cold.

Like Mr. Freeze cold.

Your heart ached, knowing if you chanced a look over your shoulder, Roy would have his signature puppy pout that would make you want to forget everything and forgive him, so you forced your eyes ahead. Eventually, the trailing presence left and you and Damian made it to class minutes before the warning bell ever rang.

“You’re more tolerable than usual,” Damian commented, taking in your distracted state. 

You’re faced toward the window with the end of your paintbrush tapping against your pencil outline. 

“Less distracted, I guess,” You turned from the window to wet your brush.

Damian hummed, “The manor has been quiet.”

“I’m not a loud person,” You doubted your absence would be that noticeable in a house filled with that many kids.

“Your presence demands attention, then,” Damian restated. “You will come over tonight for a sleepover.” It wasn’t even a question, but a demand. How could you refuse?

Oh, right.

Roy’s annoying ass you could deal with, but Jason? Anyone with eyes could see you were two opposing forces.Nothing was ever easy with him. You gulped at the idea of running into him again so soon.

Damian called your name.

“Huh?” His face scrunched up in a concerned manner at your response. “Oh, sleepover. Yeah,” You trailed off, swirling your brush in the pigment. “I think I can come over.”

You didn’t bother to look over at the confused look that was undoubtedly on his face and were grateful when class started to cut off further questioning.

•

Damian didn’t question your fleeting nature in the manor when you insisted on staying in his room sketching Titus. Eventually, he got tired and begged to be let out.

Dinner ultimately went smoothly, with both Dick and Babs in attendance and Tim joining a few minutes in. 

It was dessert that was messy.

You should’ve known something was off when Alfred asked for your help on the whipped cream. You should’ve known he was the scheming old man everyone claimed him to be. 

Alfred left you to whisk the heavy cream and powdered sugar when Jason’s skunk stripe made a sudden appearance. 

You froze.

“Hey,” Your name spilled nonchalantly from his mouth. You continued whisking. If he wanted to talk, he could talk. “You doing karaoke tonight?”

Out of all the things you expected to come out of his mouth, that definitely wasn’t one of them.

“What?”

You didn’t miss the smirk that trickled onto his scarred cheeks, “Karaoke?”

You sighed.

He made his way behind you, coming up beside you while still allowing a decent amount of space between you.

Chatter from the other room carried over to the kitchen as Dick rambled on about some ski trip in the Alps. The clock in the kitchen ticked every second and the whisk beat against the metallic bowl in your hand.

“Did you like the scones?”

You didn’t rise to the bait.

The heavy cream was still far too soupy to be used, so you quickened your pace. The faster you could get this over with, the better.

Metal crashed against metal, Dick’s voice rang out and the clock chimed out eight times.

“I’m sorry.”

It was quiet.

You set the whisk down on the counter with a gentle clang but refused to face him.

“You already said that.”

Damian called what you were fixated on: the tile between the wall and the cabinets, a backsplash. You’d never been so interested in the pearlescent tile that graced the space, but it’s all you could focus on at the moment. If it weren’t for that stupid fucking tile, you’d be seconds away from walking straight out the front door again.

“Jay babe, yooo-oh,” Roy’s boisterous voice cut through the lull in the dining room, calling out jokingly to Jason only to abruptly cut himself off at the sight of your back. “Hey,” Your name is added on like a second thought.

Your fight or flight kicked in and your spine straightened in your indecision.

With both of them present, it was now or never.

Your eyes tore from the backsplash to finally confronted them, “I don’t care if you guys think I’m a bitch for acting how I did. I’m tired of being strung along,” You choked, rephrasing quickly. “As a friend, you know? You can’t just decide when you want to associate with me and when you don’t like I’m some toy. I’m not scared to be alone.” 

It was a thinly veiled threat and they knew it.

It was a lie and you knew it.

Roy stepped closer to you, testing the murky waters that separated you. His eyes searched yours for any hesitation, but your resolve quickly crumbled until he found none. “You don’t have to be alone again. At least not because of our dumbasses. I’m sorry,” He looked at Jason, “We’re sorry. You’re right.”

You let your stern look drop and look between the two of them, “Okay.”

They’d apologized and you’d forgiven them, but things still felt off. You could partially feel the walls you’d steadily been chipping away at fully fortify around them once again, taunting you in their wake.

“Don’t take it the wrong way. We’re not used to letting people in.” Jason’s voice called your attention to him, “There are some things you need to trust. Please just trust that it has to be like this.” 

The apology you could accept. Them going right back into keeping shit from you? Not so much. Regardless, you feel the need to keep the peace, “Okay.” 

Dessert goes off without a hitch, you mainly sticking to Damian’s side, talking about his latest shopping spree for Titus. You didn’t miss how their eyes followed every touch you left on Damian from across the table.

•

It’s not like you were exactly quiet or anything, but in large groups like this, you tended to hover in the shadows as an observer. Considering the last person you expected to get up and sing was Damian, you doubted you could get him up there for a duet, but damn, did you want to sing at least one song.

After watching Barbara kill at Macklemore, Tim dominate a song in perfect Japanese, then Dick downright murdering ‘Holding Out for a Hero,’ you were itching to get up there. Roy’s rendition of 'Gold Digger' was nothing compared to his duet with Jason to 'Colt 45'. 

Yes, you were still hesitant around them, but you couldn’t suppress your smile at their performance. Jason’s head nods to the beat, coupled with Roy’s obnoxious hand gestures to the lyrics, left even Damian cackling like an idiot. 

You couldn’t help but notice you hadn’t seen Stephanie around in forever and, even though you’d originally gotten off on the wrong foot, you were definitely missing her sass. Karaoke definitely seemed up her alley, so you wondered why she couldn't come.

Weird.

After Dick stole the mic for the fifteenth time of the night, he tried to wrestle it from Barbara’s grip when she snatched it away. Dick and Bab’s game of tug-of-war continued onto the makeshift stage, which forced Jason and Roy to evacuate the vicinity. 

It was weird because you swore you saw Jason and Roy hesitate about where to go as they left the stage. For once, you felt like you could read them and, for once, it seemed like they hadn’t noticed your edge above them. 

With all the couches being free and the one you were sitting on more than half occupied by Damian and yourself, you’re surprised when Roy’s feet gained confidence and headed in your direction. Jason followed skeptically behind him. He obviously didn’t want to push anything and ruin the progress you’d all made in the kitchen, but you showed no hostility. 

Honestly, you were tired of being at war with them. One weekend had been more than enough time apart, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. 

Roy fell into the seat next to you on the couch, nearly hitting you in the process. His added weight sent you falling into his side, causing his hands to go up in surrender. You quickly shuffled away to put more room between the two of you, but no matter how far you scooted, you were still tilting toward him. 

“We’re good. Right?” Roy tilted his head at you like a confused puppy. 

Jason stayed off to the side, pretending to watch Dick sing another rock ballad when, in reality, you knew he was paying attention to your every word.

“Keep asking and my answer just might change,” Damian snickered from beside you. 

“No, I just mean, like, we settled everything?” His head tilted more, a feat you didn’t think possible. “‘Cuz I can’t lie, princess, not talking to you’s been killing us.”

You nodded lightly, “Yeah, we’re good.”

It definitely felt nice to hear that the break had also impacted them. 

“Good.”

“I’m not playing that game with you,” You snorted. “So, since we’re all good, now I get to ask why you were shirtless.”

“Roy’s a whore,” Damian rolled his eyes. “Don’t waste a question on something as obvious as that.”

“Least take me out on a date before calling me those dirty names, darlin’.” 

Damian’s nose scrunched at Roy’s response, choosing to physically remove himself from the conversation to sabotage the sound system instead.

“Thanks for ditching me,” You called after his retreating form but were met with his middle finger. “So?” You looked at Roy.

“Still thinking about me shirtless, beautiful?”

“My age still not an issue for tonight?” He sputtered at your retort while Jason at least had the decency to look amused. 

“Whatever,” He bumped into you jokingly. “You singin’ or what?”

Damian was wrestling Dick while Babs filmed the whole thing and the mic had rolled onto the ground in front of you. 

“Well, there is one song I know.”

You stood up, picking up the microphone in the process and Dick and Babs immediately backed off. Damian scoffed at you but moved too, nonetheless.

You turned around and shook your head at their snickers and Dick’s wolf whistles. Hiding your smile, you waited anxiously for Dick to hit the lights and for Babs to start the song. 

Your eyes avoided everyone in the room as the opening died down and Justin Timberlake’s voice kicked in. The choreography you hadn’t realized you’d memorized came easily after. Dick, who Barbara had wrestled to the couch to prevent him from hijacking another performance, still managed to wriggle free to join your moves in unison just as the second chorus hit. 

The room got so loud when Alfred walked in on you and Dick doing the robot, leaving everyone else collectively loose their shit. The older man merely closed the door, shaking his head before retreating back downstairs and letting Bruce know karaoke night was a success. 

What Alfred didn’t know (and what Dick would never admit while he was still in police academy) was that everyone was decently tipsy off the natties Roy had lugged in. 

The final chorus kicked in and by that point, everyone but Jason and Damian were on their feet, following along with Dick's and your choreography. By the time the song ended, you were all in a howling, panting heap on the floor.

Roy’s sweaty shirt was flung onto Dick’s disgusted face as he flopped back down next to you on the floor. 

“What is with you and this shirtless thing you’ve got going on?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes,” You shifted your head to face him, flashing him a tipsy grin, “that’s why I’m asking, you weirdo.”

“Yeah, I bet you do,”He snorted and flicked his cap further down over his eyes, casting them into a shade of darkness. 

“Roy, what?” You snorted, raising your arm and letting it fall on his stomach. He rolled over on top of you in retaliation until his weight forced you to tap. He removed himself easily and your breathing finally regulated. 

Off to the side, you heard Damian call for you.

Roy pouted, “You leavin’ me all alone with Jay?”

“I’m sure you’ll survive,” You paid him no mind, knowing Roy was completely exaggerating his resistance. Damian reached his hand down toward you and hauled you upward, “Besides, I’ll see you guys tomorrow, anyway. I’m spending the night with Damian.”

Roy looked over at Jason and made grabby hands, only to be met by Jason’s middle finger. You sighed and reached your hand down to help him up. 

“Oh, princess. You sure know how to treat a gent,” He waggled his eyebrows at you obnoxiously. You were tempted to drop him right then and there, but the kind part in your heart won out and you elected to pull him to his feet instead. 

Jason waited for the two of you with Damian at the door. 

“You sure you don’t want to go out with us?” He was leaning casually against the frame. You had to physically stop yourself from rolling your eyes at his angsty-ass behavior. 

You looked at Damian, who’d yet to take his eyes off you since your karaoke number, “Uh, where to?”

“Just walking around downtown and shit.”

Damian’s eyes flickered with what you were beginning to think was jealousy. The last thing you wanted to do was upset him when he was the reason you were even here to forgive them in the first place.

“I’ll probably just stick around here with Dami,” You followed behind as they made to leave. At the nickname, everyone's steps faltered except your own. “What?”

Ever since the argument, even though all was forgiven, you still viewed them differently and they obviously viewed you differently. Whether it was sexual and out of reach or platonic and all in your head, you didn’t know. What you did know was that Damian had always been there for you. 

You parted ways with Jason and Roy, Damian absolutely preened when you walked into his room with him instead of leaving with them. You rolled your eyes; boys were so annoying.

You knew you made the right choice, though.   

His hand rested against the small of your back as he led you to his balcony. 

“This is probably one of the only places in the city where you can actually see the stars,” He nodded his head toward the sky and your eyes followed his line of sight. The inky blackness radiated flecks of white stars as if they’d been splattered across its expanse like paint on a canvas. “There’s Ursa Major,” Your eyes trailed to the end of his finger. “Right next to Cassiopeia.” 

“I always loved that myth,” You sighed dreamily, thinking back to when you’d hoarded all the mythology books you could find with Bart at your last school. While you never really talked, he was always in the library for some reason, so it made sense why your paths always seemed to cross. 

Silence with you and Damian was never awkward, especially now with all the twinkling night sky to keep you entertained.

“You performed wonderfully,” He said out of nowhere.

His room overlooked the rose garden where you’d been just a few months prior. You thought back to the shaky ground you’d found yourself on with Jason in the library after he’d denounced the garden situation. From where you were standing, you could look down and see the very fountain that you’d wrestled in. You were quite literally above the situation.

You couldn’t tell if he was being facetious or not. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” He was facing the gardens with both hands on the railing, but his eyes were on as if he thought you might disappear at any moment. “You make everything so beautiful.”

You couldn’t help the shock that caused your mouth to fall open, “Damian.”

He turned to face you now, “You make the simplest of things seem so magical. From the way you hold your paintbrush to the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re anxious.” You hadn’t even realized you’d done that yourself, “The way your eyes glisten when you know an answer in class. It all goes back to the way you put yourself out there, not caring what anyone thinks of you,” He exhaled as if it physically pained him to get this off his chest. “You’re entirely beautiful.”

“Damian,” You said again, not quite believing what you were hearing. No one had ever written you poetry, let alone spoken such niceties to you, but Damian's words felt like a poem. Your insides felt completely warm.

“I adore you,” He took your hands in his, searching your eyes for an answer you didn’t know if you had. 

Everything with Jason and Roy was so muddled and entirely a daydream if you were being honest. Damian was within reach. He was kind, always there for you. He understood your sass and offered it back tenfold. 

He was perfect.

Your stomach clenched and your eyebrows drew together in confusion.

If he was perfect, why were you so hesitant?

“You mean so much to me, Dami.”

While you’d kissed him before, this felt like your actual first kiss.

No emotional turmoil, no traumatic event. No screaming, no blood, just the crickets, wind and stars to keep you company. 

The rose gardens shrunk from view as your face slowly inched toward Damian’s. His hands slid along the railing until his right hand brushed against your left. He allowed his pinky to graze along your own before his smaller hand tried to cover yours.

It’d been months since you’d last done anything beyond the intention of friendly, but you weren’t dumb. You knew where this was heading.

His lips were perfectly smooth as they made chaste pressure against your own.

His cheek came to rest against your warm one, causing you to tilt your head to meet his own until you were able to look up and meet his eyes. He was waiting for you to make the next move, you realized in amusement. You nudged his head with your forehead until it tilted upward, allowing you to fully capture his lips with your own.

He removed his other hand from the railing to cup your cheek. Meanwhile, yours both moved to his chest to deepen the kiss. 

When you broke apart, you couldn’t help the yawn that escaped you.

“Sorry,” You apologized with a wince. You hadn’t been getting any sleep on your shitty mattress at home and the prospect of sleeping on Damian’s cloud had you excited in the sleepiest way possible.

Damian dismissed the action as he grabbed your hand, placing a delicate peck on top of it. Without having to say anything, he opened the door for you and stripped down to his boxers with a self-conscious second glance before hopping into his bed. 

He looked at you expectantly. 

You stripped into a baggy crop top and the shorts he'd kept since the last sleepover before joining him. When Damian attempted to flip your position so he could be the big spoon, you just tightened your grip around his midsection until he gave in, snuggling against your front with a slight huff.

Though your tired eyes wailed for you to succumb to sleep, one question rang out in your head, preventing it.

Why had you kissed him?

A/N: EVERY LITTLE THING I DOOOO -- come say hi/ send me prompts!!

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Honestly valentino is such a dramatic bitch that if you did ever leave, saying fuck it you’ll figure it out as you go, he’d lose his shit. Torn between worried and pissed and it would be so delicious for those who love runaway readers

Protags/FLs/Readers what have you that run away are my bread and butter and i need to do more running away fics. Funny enough I have a few ideas in my drafts but homie there's so much to dig through at this point 💀

Imagine setting a really polite two weeks notice on his desk (that you don't really owe him) about how you're moving and getting another job, and you're extremely nervous because he doesn't say anything after you leave it in his office, and he waits until your literal very last shift when you already have some sort of other arrangement set up or trying to when he finally says "so what the fuck is this about you trying to quit?"

I imagine so many different ways he's shitty to you. Ripping up your letter right in front of you, catching it alight with a lit cigarette before dropping it into a trashcan, merely crumpling it up and throwing it on the floor to show you your feelings and your wants are absolutely nothing to him, he really finds it so funny you were just going to try and leave? As far as he's concerned you have absolutely no reason to leave and it would have only negative consequences if you did. And considering he was already a grown ass man and has been dead for a few decades, I can imagine him acting like you're just some dumb little girl, just some cute little bimbo with all her big stupid ideas that doesn't know how to do shit compared to him.

Not to mention the grief you'd catch if you ran away and had to be rescued, say a rival of Val's has had his boys watching all his lil errand runners and knows you fetch his shit sometimes and they scoop you up to ransom you back, not knowing you've ran away and to your knowledge your former Overlord boss has forgotten about you. Meanwhile Valentino goes to do a drug deal or whatever mafia dealings he does and, oh what a surprise, there you are, tied up and gagged with your big watery eyes looking up at him in fear while also silently begging him for help while he's developing a rager and realizing you look pretty cute when you're bound and helpless. I've even thought of like, he saves you from being kidnapped or like has you resuscitated from overdosing or trying to kill yourself and he slaps you with the bill just so you owe him a debt he can slap interest on and keep you indebted to him for literally forever. And if you don't show up when he summons you, it's just a couple of texts to his Goon Group Chat and an order of "bring this bratty lil shit back asap" before you're being dragged back by his henches

Outwardly he'd try and act tough but we all know Val doesn't take his little "breakups" well. At first he says you're just a loser and he doesn't need you, doing his typical self-soothing denial routine of going to the salon, buying himself new things, posting to social media about how everyone is useless and he doesn't need them, like what he does when he breaks up wirh Vox before getting back together.

Homeboys up on here like "mothpimp posted at 2am: bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks"

hellraiser42069, sending a photo of a familiar certain someone from a distance: I was just at the corner of 6th and mulberry, ain't this your bitch big v

mothpimp, already dispatching some of his lackeys to retrieve you within .00001 seconds: pfff that's stupid im a pimp not a simp 🙄 I don't chase no one 😤"

You finally see him again and he's clearly been pampering himself which is a dead giveaway for how you've gotten under his skin and he's all "look who came crawling back" when he knows full damn well he had to kidnap you to even have a conversation and fully refuses to acknowledge he's being legitimately creepy because you aren't even making him money like Angel or his other workers,you're just like. An unrequited crush almost. A little pet/companion/future fleshlight.

It's common with pimps and sex trafficking to force the workers to get tattoos or certain identifying marks of ownership to designated who they belong to but I imagine depending on the kind of story you've craving that Val's version of this, for the Reader, is basically having you constantly wearing things he's given you if not outright deciding what you wear and look like 24/7. That big hunky hellhound at the bar thinks you look cute? His pickup line dies in his throat when you spin around and you're wearing a choker with a big red bejeweled heart and he instantly knows that if he so much as says hi to you that there's a particularly aggravated moth sitting right across the room ready to shoot him dead out of sheer possessiveness

#yandere stuff #sinprompts

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No Instructions

Wanderin', waitin' Lookin' up around the bend Contemplating Words I wish that I had said I'll take the blame for not being all right But something should change if all we do is fight Oh, when? Oh, when? Oh, when? Oh, when? Oh, I have no idea Got no instructions I'm freaking out Oh, I have no real answer Got only questions I'm waiting for my mind to go to sleep So I can get some peace

It's finally time for the next installment of the Fresh Start series! Things are still a little rocky between Felix and Tamora, and neither of them quite knows how to cope with that. Definite angst ahead. Enjoy!

It was already dark outside by the time Felix returned to his hotel room. After a long day of meetings, he wanted nothing more than to lie down and get off his foot, which was still sore from his altercation with the trashcan. The bruises were angry and dark, and he was grateful they were hidden inside his shoe so that he didn’t have to explain them to anyone.

He took his phone out of his pocket and set it down on the nightstand, trying his best to swallow his guilt when several unread messages from Tamora flashed on the screen. She wanted to talk about everything that had happened last night, and he just didn’t think he was ready for that conversation. He could hardly make sense of his feelings, let alone explain them. She had been so caring and gentle when she helped him inside, something that used to make him feel like the most special person in the world. Now, the experience left a bitter aftertaste that made him feel like crying. He wished he could cry; instead, the feeling slowly collected at the base of his throat, clogging his airway and making him feel sick.

A knock at the door interrupted his musings. He groaned as he got to his feet, too preoccupied by the dull ache in his toe to look through the peephole before opening the door. That was a decision he would come to regret the moment he saw who was waiting to greet him on the other side.

“Tamora,” he said.

“Hey,” she replied. “Sorry to drop in on you like this. I texted, and I tried to call, but…”

“Right. Sorry,” he stammered. “It’s been a busy day.”

Tamora nodded in understanding. Silence quickly overcame them, and Felix briefly marveled at how much their dynamic had changed overnight. He had always appreciated how at ease they used to be with one another, to the point where even silence was comforting. Now, he could feel his skin crawling in discomfort as they awkwardly fidgeted and avoided eye contact.

Old instincts made him want to invite her in, to ask how she was doing and set his own feelings aside. But he was deeply hurt by what he had learned last night, and he couldn’t find it in himself to pretend otherwise. He felt as though the best thing he could do for their relationship was to take some time to reconcile these feelings within himself before he tried to talk to her about them. His own behavior last night had been appalling and reckless; he had behaved foolishly and said things he didn’t mean. It deeply ashamed him, and he never wanted to let it happen again.

Still, he could see that she was desperate to patch things up. She wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of this sort of behavior; he had always been the one to initiate these hard conversations, to put everything out in the open so they could sort through it together. He had never withdrawn from her like this.

“Felix, I want to apologize,” she finally said. “I don’t know if you’re busy tonight, but I was hoping we could talk.”

His anxiety flared at her suggestion. She was here at his door showing him just how much their relationship mattered to her. It was the kind of effort that would’ve made him swoon back when they were together, and even now he could feel his heart being pulled to her. But the logical part of his mind knew that he was in no shape to have this conversation with her, that to do so now would put his heart in danger. He longed for the comfort he used to find in her arms, but just 24 hours ago she had unknowingly confirmed his deepest insecurity. His eyes began to water; it felt as though the inner conflict might tear him in half.

“I… I don’t know if I can,” he managed, voice trembling as tears threatened to fall.

Tamora was quite adept at hiding her emotions, but he saw the brief flicker of surprise and hurt as he spoke. He didn’t know how to explain it all to her—it meant so much to him that she was here, the fact that she seemed to care so much about how he was doing made him want to forget about every bad thing that had ever happened between them, but every time he dared lean into those thoughts, he was served with a harsh reminder: she thinks you’re a child.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I just need some time.”

“Don’t apologize,” she said, voice firm. “I understand.”

A strange sense of deja-vu washed over them; they’d had this conversation many times before, but never quite like this. The role-reversal was somewhat off-putting. Suddenly, Tamora understood just how difficult it was for Felix to leave her alone when he knew she was hurting. In the same vein, Felix now understood how Tamora must’ve felt all those times he was desperate to talk when she needed space.

“I fly home the day after tomorrow,” he said, his voice growing thick. “But I’ll be back soon. Maybe… Maybe we can—"

An unexpected wave of emotions crashed over him, stopping him in his tracks. He had never pushed Tamora away, and it was already taking a greater toll on him than he anticipated. Blinking back tears, he opened his mouth to try again, but a comforting touch to his arm stopped him once again. He looked up at Tamora, and was surprised to see the strained look on her face as she attempted to keep her feelings in check.

“Felix, it’s okay. Take all the time you need,” she said, giving her best attempt at a sad smile. That had always been his move at times like this, and it was odd to see her wearing such an expression. “You know where to find me.”

He nodded, floundering for a response. What was appropriate to say under these circumstances? Thank you. I love you. We’ll talk soon. I love you. I'm sorry and I love you and that’s why this hurts so much. A familiar, nasally voice echoed down the hall, interrupting his train of thought. Tamora and Felix shared a look of dread. There was still so much left unsaid, but they both knew that any productive conversation would come to an end the moment they were seen by the nuisance making his way around the corner. She gave his arm a squeeze before turning to leave. He stood in the doorway, watching after her, hoping she would make it out before being spotted. Just as he turned to go back inside, the voice called out to him.

"Oh, Felix!"

He groaned inwardly and briefly considered how poorly it would be received if he continued into his room and closed the door behind him. However, he knew the owner of this voice quite well, and ultimately decided against it.

"Hello, Gene," he replied, turning back around. He made no attempt to sound enthusiastic, nor did he try to hide the exhaustion in his voice.

"I'm going across the street for drinks, why don't you join me?" Gene suggested.

"I don't know if I'm feeling up to that," Felix replied honestly. "I was thinking about staying in and relaxing tonight."

"A night in with some room service sounds delightful," Gene agreed. "We can watch the new episode of World of Wine when it airs."

Clinching his teeth in a strained smile, Felix weighed his options. It looked like he would be spending his evening with Gene whether he liked it or not; he could either spend it in a bar, or alone in his hotel room. While he was exhausted, the thought of being stuck in such a small, secluded space with his boss for an unspecified amount of time sounded almost like torture. He grabbed his jacket from the hook by the door.

"On second thought, I could go for a drink."

After leaving Felix's hotel room, Tamora headed straight for the gym. Her mind was racing, and she felt as though she would go crazy if she didn't find some way to keep herself busy. Plus, it was much easier to work through your frustrations by beating up a punching bag than anything else she had ever tried. By the time she decided to wind down with some cardio, a couple of hours had passed. She hoped she had done enough to tire herself out so she could get some sleep tonight.

She had just powered down the treadmill when her phone rang. She was surprised to see that the call was coming from Ralph, and she wondered briefly if Vanellope had gotten hold of his phone. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Sarge,” Ralph said. “Listen, I hate to bother you, but uh...”

“What’s wrong?” she snapped.

“I just got a call from Felix, sounded like a butt dial,” he explained. “He’s out somewhere crowded, so I couldn’t make out much, but he definitely sounded drunk.”

Tamora exhaled deeply and pinched the bridge of her nose. She knew immediately that this was her fault.

“I can’t say for sure, but he’s probably at the bar where we ran into you. It’s across the street from our hotel,” he continued. “Normally I wouldn’t ask you this, but he’s got a big meeting in the morning and he’s not picking up when I call him—”

“I’ll go check on him,” she cut him off. 

Mind running with a thousand worst-case scenarios, she headed up the stairs to her apartment. She had reached out to him several times throughout the day, only to be brushed off with some poor excuse each time. It was obvious that he was still hurting from their conversation last night, but he had told her he needed some time alone before he could talk to her about it. Clearly, he wasn't coping well—she could count on one hand the number of occasions on which she’d seen him drunk.

Once inside her apartment, she grabbed her coat and her keys and was running back out the door before it even had a chance to close behind her. She could only imagine the trouble he could be getting himself into as she jogged the couple of blocks to the familiar bar. She was panting for breath when she stepped inside, but she paid it no mind. Her objective was clear.

Even in the crowded bar, Felix was easy to spot. His bright blue cap stood out against the crowd, and even if she had managed to miss that, his over-the-top gesturing with his arms while he spoke would have drawn her attention. Maneuvering around the crowded tables, Tamora made her way over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Well hey, Tammy Jean!” Felix said, turning his stool around to face her.

He leaned back against the bar to get a clear look at her and a relaxed smile graced his flushed cheeks. She took this moment to examine him; she could see the dried streaks of tears on his cheeks, and he somehow looked even more weary than when she had seen him last, but he appeared to be unharmed.

“Felix,” her greeting was much more curt. “Come on, it’s time to leave.”

“Hold on just a minute,” another voice piped up from beside Felix. “Felix is perfectly capable of making his own decisions.”

The new member of their conversation turned, and Tamora couldn’t hide her disgust when she met his gaze.

“Gene?” she asked. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he countered.

“I live here,” she shot back, hoping that would be the end of that as she turned her attention back to Felix. “Are you alright?”

“If he was alright, he wouldn’t be here drowning his sorrows with me, now would he?” Gene butted in, a smug grin on his face.

“You did this?” she asked, pointing to Felix, who had occupied himself toying with the zipper of his jacket. “How much has he had to drink?”

“How should I know?” he replied with an indignant shrug. “He’s an adult. He can take responsibility for himself.”

It took everything in Tamora not to grab Gene by the front of his shirt, hoist him up to her level, and give him a piece of her mind. Instead, she took a deep breath and held her tongue; she knew Felix would never hear the end of it if she caused a scene. Besides, her biggest concern at the moment was Felix. She looked behind the bar and flagged down the bartender to settle his tab. Based on his level of intoxication, she was anticipating a high cost. She was shocked to find that he had only been charged for three beers.

“I cut him off when his crying got out of control,” the bartender said. “Couldn’t stop his friend here from giving him sips of his martinis though.”

“Thank you,” she said, reaching into her wallet for some cash. She paid for Felix’s drinks, leaving enough for a generous tip as well.

Doing her best to ignore Gene, she gently pulled Felix to his feet and started guiding him toward the door, walking behind him with a hand on each of his shoulders.

“Tammy, where are we going?”

“We’re going back to the hotel,” she said.

“How come?”

“Because,” she sighed, struggling to maintain her patience, “Ralph called and told me you have an important meeting in the morning.”

“‘Course he did,” Felix said, his lighthearted demeanor quickly turning to resentment. “Prob’ly thinks I can’t take care of myself, just like you do.”

She found herself taken aback by his comment. He wasn’t usually so direct.

“Felix, no one thinks you can’t take care of yourself,” she said gently.

“Yes you do," he replied, his anger increasing. "S'why you left me instead of telling me the truth."

Tamora stopped short, stunned by his assessment of events. He turned around to face her, and she could see tears welling in his eyes.

"Everyone always treats me like a little kid, but 'm not," he insisted. "I thought you were different, but here you are."

"I'm just here because I'm worried about you," she said. "None of this is like you."

"How do you know what I'm like anymore?" he asked. "You disappeared for three years! Now you want to show back up like everything's hunky dory, but it's not. 'S wimpy dory if you ask me!"

The genuine, emotional moment that had begun to build between them was immediately extinguished. His volume had steadily increased as he spoke, and the last words out of his mouth served as a stark reminder that he was quite intoxicated. Now was not the time or the place to be having this conversation. She reached back out for him, attempting to steer him out the door.

"Come on, why don't we get you back to your room and then we can talk about this."

"Nnno!" he slurred, swatting her hands away. "I don't need your help. I can get there myself."

Exasperated, Tamora held her hands up in defeat. Felix took two confident steps before wavering on the third, holding his arms out to his sides for balance. She watched with one eyebrow raised as he teetered from side to side before losing his balance completely. With a roll of her eyes and a sigh, she stepped forward and caught him before he hit the floor.

"Will you let me help you now?" she asked.

Although he was clearly grumpy about this turn of events, if the pout on his face was any indication, he stopped resisting and allowed Tamora to lead him the rest of the way outside.

"Fine."

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Hello 🤗 I'm a huge fan of your writing, it's just so amazing! 😆 For the 300 follower celebration I wanted to ask for the prompt: 26. "That looks suspect" 🤭💖

Ooh, that's a good choice! I hope you enjoy the fic! 🥰

Prompt 9: “That looks suspect.”

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Sam was barely standing. Truly. If Bucky wasn't holding Sam by the waist and pulling him close like they were in a three-legged race, Sam probably wouldn't be standing at all. From the way Bucky was slowly angling like the Tower of Pisa, Sam was a little worried that Bucky wouldn't be standing long on his own either.

They had been on a mission. They had been on a long, grueling mission that had spanned a month of fieldwork and research and working in tandem with Avenger chapters in Peru and Egypt to hunt down and take out the leaders of the Serpent Society. And while the organization hadn't completely collapsed in on itself, it was definitely a shell of itself without its leaders.

And now, Sam and Bucky were home.

And tired.

And hungry.

"Please tell me that we have food in the fridge," moaned Sam as they walked through their front door, "To the kitchen. Turn left to the kitchen. Pivot, Buck."

"Samuel. Thomas. Wilson. Love of my life. I'm going to collapse. Right here. Right now. I might have enough energy to launch you, though," said Bucky, exhausted.

Sam nodded.

"Launch me, babe. You know I can fly. I'll see if we have sustenance," said Sam as he tried his best to give Bucky a little backrub.

"Okay," said Bucky as he left a sort of gross, sloppy kiss on Sam's cheek, "You got this, Sweetheart. See if we'll survive the night."

Sam felt Bucky push him. Sam stumbled far enough to find assistance from the fridge door. He heard Bucky dramatically collapse on the floor behind him.

"What's the 411?" called Bucky from the floor.

"That's - that's not something people say anymore," snickered Sam, his grip on the door threatened by his barrage of giggles, "Who taught you that? Why do you know that?"

"Damn it, Sarah. At it again," mumbled Bucky into the floor, "I swear, she keeps messing with me. She told me the cool dance craze right now is the Soldier Boy. I embarrassed myself in front of AJ and Cass. Sarah is a menace. She must be stopped."

"From telling you things you could probably look up on your phone?" asked Sam, still chuckling, "Please. Bucky. Buck. Buckifer. You are a world-class hacker. Use those skills for evil and stop Sarah's pranks if you really feel the need to ruin everyone's fun."

"I refuse," said Bucky obstinately, "I am doing what the kids do and refusing to use all the knowledge at my fingertips."

"Okay, rude. Rude to AJ and Cass," said Sam as he finally managed to open the fridge.

"You're right. Sorry, AJ and Cass. Wherever you are," said Bucky to the floor.

"They're - they're at my sister's house. James," said Sam, laughing into the fridge as he felt himself sliding to the ground, "James, stop that and let me focus on food."

"I'm sorry. Can't take me anywhere," said Bucky as he finally looked up.

He smiled warmly at Sam.

"Not even to our own home," said Sam softly, just... smiling back.

"Food?" asked Bucky.

"Right," said Sam as he turned back to the fridge and scoured it.

Nothing looked... particularly safe in the fridge. Sam... chanced himself on a mystery takeout box. He opened it to find... a sort of okay looking pasta dish.

"This could be okay?" said Sam hesitantly, showing the pasta to his... fine, his boyfriend, "Legolas! What do your Elf eyes see?"

Bucky squinted at the pasta hard.

"That looks suspect," said Bucky.

"Suspect?" asked Sam, hoping for a more detailed explanation.

"Not kosher," said Bucky.

"Of course it's not. There's shrimp in it," said Sam as he got a well-earned snort from Bucky.

"Who's line is it anyway?" said Bucky as he got a well-earned giggle from Sam, "No, but shrimp after a month, Sam?"

Sam sighed. He nodded as he scooted on his butt to their trashcan and dumped the pasta.

"Do you think Tommy's Pizza is still open?" asked Sam as he basically army crawled over to Bucky.

Bucky gave Sam a kiss on the forehead before he pulled out his phone.

"They're probably closing up right now, but hey. I bet they'll make a rare exception for the best Captain America I've ever known," said Bucky.

"Rude. Rude to Steve. Slander. I mean, you're right. But rude, Buck," said Sam, giggling.

"Eh. Stevie will deal," said Bucky as he stole a kiss from Sam before he started his call to Tommy's Pizza.

*****

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3 Joy of the Unknown

Previous Chapter

I packed my bag before getting out of my flight suit, making sure I had all my uniforms nicely folded so they wouldn’t get crumpled on the journey. The excitement was still rich in my bones, I smiled to myself as I opened a granola bar and started munching away. I finished packing the majority of my life into one bag, I looked at it sadly wishing I had more. I stayed awake as long as I could because I needed to get back onto a normal dayshift schedule for the academy. Switching like this was brutal and felt like torture it was not a good day for anyone near us because we were so cranky from the lack of sleep. It was a hell that I didn’t wish anyone to go through alone. Therefore, it was a good thing Maverick would have Goose with him and vice versa. They really did compliment each other, just as Crystal did for me. That’s what made a great RIO, and in our circles when you found someone great you stuck with them because there was no need to forge any other relationships, especially between a pilot and RIO. It applies within personal relationships too, but that is something yet to be seen from the pilot aspect of our lives. Most of them were sluts that just wanted to get off on anything that walked, particularly these self-centered asses.

I sighed, throwing my wrapper in the trashcan near my bed. I undressed, showered, and got into some sleeping clothes which generally just consisted of a t-shirt and underwear. I went into the attached bathroom and brushed my teeth, once I was finished with that, I peeled back the covers on my bed and crawled in feeling the cool sheets on my skin. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my book. I started reading happily, I was always a sucker for a romance book. The newest one I had picked up was called Playing the Odds. I started reading and before I knew it sleep over took me.

I groaned as I heard banging on the side of the ship. I rolled over towards the other side of my bed putting the pillow over my head to block it out. I safely lulled back to sleep, hearing doors opening and closing, along with other noises on this ship were common so I didn’t think anything of it. That’s before I heard his voice.

“Maeve” He whispered, I could feel the heat of his breath on my face. I shot up from my lying position my eyes looking everywhere trying to find the person who was in my room. When I looked to my right I found the assailant, Maverick. I stopped myself from attacking and relaxed in bed rubbing my eyes.

“God Maverick. Why’re you here? Why didn’t you send in Crystal?” I asked him looking at his face as he knelt down on the floor beside me.

“Well, we figured we would wake you two at the same time, Goose is getting her up and at ‘em. So my unlucky choice was you.” He sarcastically said.

“Haha, very funny Mav.” I chuckled dryly. Feeling my shitty mood set in almost immediately. I wanted to sleep more but I knew with him here that would be impossible. The man was basically a giant toddler, with lots of energy, and always got what he wanted.

“We’re taking a helicopter out, we tried to let you sleep as long as we could. I’m sorry Maeve, I know these shifts are hell for you guys. But think on the bright side, we get to be in the Top Gun program.” He said, I scoffed and he smiled at my reaction. I noticed he had showered, shaved, and changed into his tans. I covered my face with my hands brushing the hair away from my face.

“All right, how much time do we have?” I asked him.

“Enough to finish if we start now…” He raised his eyebrows at me, flirtatiously. I shoved his shoulder, yeah like that’ll ever happen. I cleared my throat and looked at my bag, my tan uniform was in there. I would have to cross the room to get to it. I really did not want to move but I figured I’d make a show out of it since he just made that comment. I pushed the covers off my form and crawled my way towards the end of the edge of the bed going slowly to give him something to look at. I stepped off the bed and walked over to my bag, looking back to Maverick his jaw was slack and he was staring intensely at me. I smiled at his reaction putting the pants on and giggling. I turned towards the door where he couldn’t see me and took off my shirt.

“What’s that?” He asked walking up behind me as I finished putting on my bra.

“It’s a tattoo, Mav, haven’t you ever seen one?” I let out a false chuckle.

“No, not that… This.” He touched the scar that the tattoo was hiding. His fingertips were soft and he lightly rubbed it. I enjoyed the feeling, tilting my head back and closing my eyes.

“That is secret knowledge, that is in my file. Not on display for you.” I told him softly, opening my eyes and grabbing a white undershirt. He pulled away walking towards the bed, knowing that I would not give that information away lightly.

I took my tan uniform shirt out of the closet, buttoned it up, and tucked it in. I then searched my bag for my belt found it and put it on. The last thing was my boots, I put them on and laced them up not bothering to blouse them as it wasn’t required with the tans. Maverick had wandered around while I was dressing, I tried not to pay any attention to him.

“What’s this book?” He asked I froze while I was putting my hair up in a bun.

“It’s just a book,” I said becoming a bit embarrassed. I knew he would pick up on my tone of voice, but he chose to ignore it. Thank god. I finished my hair turning towards him I saw him starting to read the book, I didn’t think I could get any more mortified.

“Oh, I see what this is, it’s porn.” He muttered smiling and looking up from the book to me.

“Oh my god, Maverick. It is not.” I snapped at him grabbing the book out of his hands and throwing it into my duffle bag. He got off my bed and walked over to the door where I was now standing with my duffle bag slug over my shoulder.

“All right, all right, don’t jump down my throat. Here, let me take that.” He said to me straightening his uniform and taking the duffle from my shoulder. He opened my door for me like a gentleman and we made our way to the tarmac to find our ride off this ship. At least I could sleep on the ride to Miramar. I looked around when we got down there, I realized suddenly that I was missing my flight helmet and bag.

“Oh shit Mav, I forgot my…” I trailed off as he pointed towards the interior of the helicopter where my flight bag and my flight helmet were, I loved that helmet dearly. It really was beautiful it was mainly black with its accents being grey, and in red letters with a grim reaper graphic was my name ‘Reaper’.

“I already put those in the helicopter.” He said to me, his lips close to my ear, as he brushed past me and walked up to the open passenger door of the helicopter and put my duffle bag near my other belongings. I smiled softly looking after him as I waited for Crystal and Goose. I looked around the tarmac joyfully looking at my plane. I wished she could come with me. But I knew she would be delivered to me soon enough. We wouldn’t start flying for a couple of days to guarantee that we had everything transported. By the time I was finished with my daydream Goose and Crystal arrived, he held her bag for her as well and placed it inside and waved us over to get in.

“We’ll take off in 15 minutes.” The pilot said to us walking up to the helicopter.

“Maverick and I already got your flight bags and helmets.” Goose told Crystal quietly so as not to bother her too much. She most likely had a splitting headache, that’s what happened when we woke up too early half of the time.

“Thank you.” She told him, using his hand as support to step into the seats. I happily did the same and sat across from her, Maverick got in after me and quickly took his seat next to me. Goose then entered and sat next to Crystal. I knew that nothing was going on between them as Goose was married, he had a son, Bradley, with his wife and she was a pistol. I’m sure if she caught him out galivanting she would chop his dick off and feed it to him. They were good friends though. The pilot came around and shut our doors, I shut my eyes leaning my head against the back cushion. When the engine started it was the familiar lull that put me to sleep. I could feel my head sink to the side and knew that this would be a wonderful nap.

I woke up to a soft landing, I stretched out my legs. I realized my head was lying on something soft. I picked up my head and looked at where I was, Maverick had gotten a pillow out and shoved it underneath my head which was lying on his shoulder.

“Oh I’m sorry Mav, I didn’t mean to occupy your space,” I told him bashfully, a bit embarrassed that our RIOs were now witnesses to this.

“Don’t even think about it. You can fall asleep on me anytime.” He smiled at me gleefully amused with the situation. I put my elbows on my knees rubbing my face with my hands. I was still insanely tired but knew that soon we would have to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the briefing. I sighed as the door was opened to the helicopter and we filed out with all our stuff with us. I looked around, the Naval base, it was bustling with activity. As I wasn’t entirely sure where we were going I followed Maverick and Goose through the sea of people that were trying to get from point A to point B. I was looking around the base when someone smashed into my shoulder causing me to drop my flight bag and helmet, with some of my charts falling out of my bag.

“Ah, shit, watch it!” I yelled to them, focusing on my papers that were getting away from me.

“I’m sorry ma’am, I wasn’t watching where I was going, Normally I’m very good at situational awareness.” I heard the man’s voice, when I looked up, into ice-cold blue eyes. The man had blonde hair that had been spiked up, his physique reminded me that he was a pilot.

“It’s all right,” I said as I picked up my flight helmet, bag, and duffle.

“Are you carrying those for your pilot?” He asked me I gave him a glare. Ugh, I could practically see the ego dripping off him.

“Yeah, are you here for Top Gun? Are you a pilot?” I asked him, putting on a fake smile and acting like the dumb little girl that he saw me as.

“Yeah, I am, the name’s Iceman.” I fanned myself as if the heat was getting to me, a couple of pieces of my hair had fallen from the hit. I nodded and watched his smile spread across his face as he watched me.

“And your pilot’s name is Reaper? That’s badass. Where is he? I’d love to meet him.” He said, looking around and spotting Maverick and Goose who were smirking at him. I laughed a bit keeping the punchline to myself. I decided to wait until introductions in class to tell him that I was not a RIO or personal secretary.

“Yeah, but you know I don’t see him anymore… Must’ve gone ahead without me, as always.” I spoke.

“Well here, let me walk you there.” He said as I followed him in the direction Maverick and Goose were headed. They watched me a bit confused as to why I hadn’t corrected him. I just waved them off and followed Iceman to the building we were supposed to be in.

“Thank you for walking me. I’m sure I would’ve gotten lost with all these people.” I said as I pushed my hair behind my ears, making sure it was clean looking for the Lieutenant that would be doing the briefing.

“No problem,” he spoke. Doe walked in and sat next to where I was, I noticed Iceman give a confused look and walk away towards his RIO. Maverick and Goose walked in and sat in the chairs next to us.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Doe asked.

“Because now I can embarrass him even more,” I told her as the Lieutenant walked in closing the door.

“Good Afternoon everyone, I appreciate the devotion to attendance. First, I would like to introduce myself I am Lieutenant Green, and I’ll be starting off with a quick video introducing the importance of what you all will be doing here. But before we start that let’s go around the room for introductions. Start with your call sign and then your real name, we all need to know each other and get comfortable. Pilot first, RIO next.” I smiled this would be perfect.

“Iceman, Tom Kazansky” The frosted tips on his hair, he smiled as he chewed on some gum looking around at his competition.  

“Slider, Ron Kerner” I smiled, they gave him a dumb call sign.

“Chipper, Charles Piper” The next one was worse. He was actually fairly cute and reminded me of Maverick a bit with his facial features. If I didn’t know any better I’d say they were brothers.

“Sundown, Marcus Williams” It wasn’t a bad call sign they were getting better with them.

“Hollywood, Rick Neven” I could see why they called him Hollywood, he had a certain movie actor aura going on. I would’ve cast him in an old Western movie.

“Wolfman, Henry Wolfe” It was simple, his last name influenced his call sign.  

“Maverick, Pete Mitchell” Easy, Maverick was, well Maverick, he was known for his inability to follow the rules.

“Goose, Nick Bradshaw” No one really knew how Goose got this nickname, but my theory was because he had a fiery side to him. It was rarely ever seen because he was so level-headed, unlike his pilot.

“Reaper, Maeve Ford” I spoke up finally. I watched Iceman’s expression shift into one of intrigue and awe. He paused chewing on his gum and stared, probably thinking since when did they let women in here?

“Doe, Crystal Harris,” My RIO said, I happily gave her a pat on the shoulder. This was going to be fun, knocking these boys around and refuting the stereotype that women belonged in a kitchen or office. I looked forward to the competition and challenges we would face here. I relaxed in my seat for the movie that was about to be shown to us happily basking in the joy of the unknown.

Next Chapter

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Imagine: being Klaus Hargreeves’s best friend and finding him in a trashcan

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Requested by anon [x/x]

You've been down that road many times. You often find yourself strolling through the city with a bottle of booze in your hand, trying to drown out your demons and finally have some good time. It's also not the first time you find yourself on this particular alley, hiding from the world, curled up behind the trashcan.

You've almost drifted off to sleep when you're woken up by the sound coming from the trashcan. Curious about what's disturbing your peace, you stand up and take a peek inside.

'Klaus? What are you doing here?' you say at the sight of your friend.

'Just chillin', you know. Maybe. Or hiding from ghosts I found in my closet. I can't really remember,' he responds. 'What are you doing here? The same thing, I believe?'

It's not exactly the same thing, you know that. Whatever you're trying to run away from, it's either real problems, like debts to pay back or people you owe, or metaphorical demons. But if there are any ghosts at stake, Klaus is likely to have found a literal one in his closet - it's no secret he can see them.

'Sure. The same thing,' you tell him anyway.

You reach for your bottle, hoping to get another sip, but all the booze is already gone. Not thinking much, you start walking out of the alley.

'Hey, where are you going now?' Klaus asks you with a groan.

'To get more of this,' you show him the empty bottle. 'Would you care to join me?'

'With pleasure. Just... wait a second.'

You patiently wait as he crawls out of the trashcan. Once he collects himself, you walk together into the city.

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Chapter 41 - Danny. Episode 4.

--------Sparkles point of view---------- Sparkle: So what have you done the past year, I mean wooh!! I gave him the elevator look and sipped my coffee

Danny: Chuckled softly Well, I figured out you had left about a week after you were gone.

Sparkle: Sorry I smiled apologizing at him

Danny: Nah, it's okay, I get it now that you explained why. You had to. and it wasn't like you owed me anything. I tried to get in contact with you for about a month, with no luck, obviously. And one night I got a call from a friend, working on one of those big hangar ships. He told me they needed crew, a paid job for 10 months… so yeah, I just jumped the opportunity, figured I needed to get away too. So 10 months and 25 kilo later, here I am. He smiled warmly

Sparkle: I giggled softly Ahh so that's why you have this whole hipster sailor look now.

Danny: Chuckled softly A life at sea will do that to you.

Sparkle: I chuckled softly I'll try to remember that. So what's with the uh? I pointed at his throat as I could see a tattoo crawl over the neckline of his knitted pullover

Danny: If it wasn't so cold I would show you. I don't know. A few artists were on the ship, and when we got bored enough, they started tattooing people. One night I guess I got bored enough as well. Well, it was more nights really. He pointed at his throat That one is not the only one I have. But as mentioned, it's too cold right now to start showing tattoos. Some other time perhaps? He smiled softly

Sparkle: I nodded softly Yeah, I would like that, you have me curious now.

Danny: He nodded towards Daniel and Ruby So what's up with you and the military guy?

Sparkle: I chuckled softly First off, he's not a military man, he was never in the military. That's just his style.

Danny: Alright… he nodded with a small chuckle and sipped his coffee

Sparkle: And to answer your question, there isn't really anything with us. He's my friend… sometimes we fuck I blushed a bit as I said the words sorry, I don't mean to sound like a whore or something.

Danny: You could never sound like that to me, so don't worry.

Sparkle: I smiled softly at him and blushed further Thank you.

---------Daniel's point of view------------

Ruby: He's stealing your girl now…

Daniel: She's not my girl. I grunted and sipped the rest of my chocolate, throwing the paper mug in a trashcan few meters from us, lighting a joint, sighing deep as I blew out the smoke

Ruby: She quickly followed me Am I annoying you?

Daniel: I smiled softly No…. it takes much more to annoy me I reached the joint to her and smiled softly as she grabbed it and puffed it

Ruby: So don't tell me you have absolutely no problem with them sitting as close as they do right now? I actually think he's holding her hand? I mean, I have seen pics of the old Danny before, but that thing over there…. he's definitely her type.

Daniel: Yeah, I know.

Ruby: She smiled at me softly, almost like she pitied me

Daniel: I let my eyes fall back to Sparkle and Danny. Yup, he was holding her hand, and she was laughing at whatever he had just said. A lot. About an hour later I found myself, tipsy, at Sparkles place. We had agreed going to her place, as the cold had only gotten worse. And the now drunk Sparkle, had been running around taking pics of us all. I was no longer mildly annoyed by this evening, but full on irritated. I just needed my bed and a good night joint. Or to stick my dick in someone. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and quickly typed a message to Congo, smiling cheekily as he answered back a few seconds later

Congo: 'Yeah, I'm awake… are you okay?'

Daniel: 'Yeah. Stuck at Sparkles place, watching her and her new boy toy dancing. I'm bored with this night.'

Congo: 'Wanna come over?'

Daniel: 'Mmmh yeah, I could really need a place to stick my dick right now'.

Congo: 'I'm sure we can figure something out'.

Daniel: 'Sweet! I'll be there in 15!'

Congo: 'Daniel, please don't drive.'

Daniel: 'Nah, my bike is back at the university, don't worry, I'll call a cab.'

Congo: 'Thank you. I'll see you soon.'

Daniel: 'Yep. See you! Stay warm!'

Congo: 'Daniel, just lock yourself in, I'll be in the master bedroom.'

--------Congo's point of view----------

Congo: I was very tired, and had actually been asleep, but I could feel through the sms that he was frustrated. He had grown quite fond of her, so watching her with someone else was probably bound to bring his mood down. I turned around in bed slowly, I was very gentle not to wake Evan, as I lifted his hand from my hip. He was sleeping deep, I could hear that on his breath, but still wanted to be careful, just to be sure. He needed sleep on top of that night. It had ended well after the good news about the mate bond. But it had still drained him both mentally and physically. So he needed all the rest he could get. I silently got up, not bothering to put clothes on, as I knew it would come off soon anyway, and so I walked silently around the bed, bending down, planting a soft kiss on Andy's forehead.

Andy: He moaned softly Whaaat?

Congo: I smiled warmly and stroke his hair Sleep sweetheart. I'll go upstairs. Daniel sms'd, he will come by soon. So I'll go upstairs with him.

Andy: He nodded sleepy Okay… have fun he smiled warmly and turned to his other side, snuggling his face in Evan's armpit with a soft smile. I knew how the smell of both of us made him feel safe.

Congo: As I passed the fireplace on my way to the 3rd floor, I quickly threw a few more logs on, to keep the house warm till the morning. Then I grabbed a couple of water bottles, a sandwich and a can of whipped cream, quickly making my way to the master bedroom at the 3rd floor. Lighting a few candles around the room, to bring a cozy atmosphere. I laid down on the middle of the bed, opening a drawer in the small night stand, grabbing a lube, slowly preparing my hole. Stroking my dick to get hard, gently circling my entry before slowly gliding a finger inside, moaning softly. With the other hand I grabbed the can of whipped cream. I absolutely hated the taste of most can foods, but both Daniel and Andy seamed to love the stuff, as long as they could use it as a foreplay. So I chuckled softly as I made a thick ring of it around my dick, and a small dot on each of my nipples. It was a total kliche, but these things always seemed to send both of them right off. So here I were, reminding myself of a stuffed turkey. I smiled softly as I heard the front door, this was gonna be good. I added another finger, slowly stretching myself as I heard footsteps in the hallway, moaning softly at the thought of Daniel coming home.

Daniel: He opened the door rather quick, chuckling loudly as his conversation went on, and as he turned his face towards me, he froze. Oh!

Robert: Bumped into Daniel as Daniel stopped, chuckling warmly Oh sorry I didn't see you ther… he froze as well as he saw me on the bed.

Congo: I think it's safe to say this was one of the more embarrassing moments of my life, and I quickly got out of bed, grabbing a shirt from the floor, I used to desperately cover most parts of my naked body with. Not easy when you're caught of guard with shaky hands

Daniel: I'm so sorry, I ran into Robert in the drive way, and as I woke you up I assumed you were just snoozing here in bed until I would join you.

Robert: He chuckled warmly, clearly amused as he judging by his rather insecure wobbly legs had had more than plenty to drink

Congo: I sighed softly No harm done I guess, but I'm gonna go take a shower and get this stuff off me.

Daniel: He nodded with a small apologizing smile We will be downstairs for a drink

Congo: I nodded without looking at them, as I made my way to the bathroom, quickly turning on the tap in the shower cabin, sighing deeply as I got under the hot water, leaning my forehead against the wall. As much as I liked seeing Robert being more open minded towards gay love, I really wished I hadn't answered my phone when Daniel messaged. I sighed softly and started washing my body, all of the whipped cream was gone already, but it left as sticky feeling on my skin. As I was done washing my body I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes, just letting the hot water caress my body. I quickly got stuck in thoughts of the mate bond, and the things Akin had said about Andy. So many things suddenly fell into place. I was happy with this new turn. Specially since Evan seemed to already open up. We had shared amazing sex, and even if we hadn't penetrated each other, a stronger bond had definitely grown between us. I smiled softly and thought of how he had leaned against me during sex, how I had observed him swim away in us, fully enjoying the satisfaction. My thoughts started drifting and for the next minutes I cannot remember what I was even thinking of, my thoughts were just moving around without me paying much attention. I was just, relaxing. Drifting away. But then I felt someone locking their lips around my dick. I moaned softly. Daniel. He had come back just as I had started getting hard. He always had a great timing like that, like he knew when I was hard. I sighed soft and relieved, digging my fingers into his hair. Hair? I quickly opened my eyes, but as water splashed into them I didn't see who it was at first, but as the door to the bathroom suddenly opened I clearly saw everything play out in front of my eyes. And I wish I hadn't.

Andy: Congo… can we join you… HOLY SHIT!!!! WHAT THE HELL?!?! Something definitely got knocked over and broke as it hit the floor RO-ROBERT?!?! SHIT FUCK!!! EVAN!!! DON'T COME OUT HERE!!!!

Evan: What happe…. DAD?!?!?!

Congo: I looked at Robert kneeling in front of me, hardly believing my eyes, as his hand was still locked around my dick. Then my eyes found Andy and his horrified face, as he tried holding on to Evan, who mostly looked like he wanted to run to the moon.

Robert: I uh… he somehow managed to drag his drunken ass up from the ground, letting go of my dick, stumbling few steps towards Evan and Andy

Evan: Just looked at him with disbelief written all over his face

Andy: What the fuck is going on in here?!

Congo: I groaned and shook my head

Daniel: WOAH WOAH WOAH He laughed out loud as he joined the way too crowded bathroom I did NOT see that one coming! He pointed at Roberts wet clothes, then me, then Robert, me, Robert, me and started wiggling his eyebrows. Then a loud moan escaped his lips as Evan punched him straight in the face, making Daniel take few steps backwards, tripping over the tub, and landing on his ass inside it with a loud bump and a whimper

Andy: Looked at Robert and me with a glare as I watched Evan turn to leave the room, but he slipped, probably in the sea of water that was slowly gathering on the floor from Robert's wet clothes

Evan: He slammed face forwards down on the tile floor, yelping out loud as he turned to his side and grabbed his left hand with his right hand, yammering from pain. And then I noticed it, a piece of glass had cut into the pillow under his thumb

Andy: Evan! Oh fuck!!! He quickly grabbed Evan's wrist and looked at Evan with worried eyes Hold still please!! What the fuck do I do here?!?! He looked desperately at me, Robert, Daniel, then Evan's hand A bit of fucking help could be useful here!!!!

Lenny: He suddenly came bursting through the open door What's going on? Is everyone alright? I heard Evan screaming?! He quickly noticed the glass in Evan's hand Oh… I guess that would explain it. May I? He nodded at Andy and the hand

Andy: Yeah… I… he hesitated few seconds then let go of Evan's wrist

Lenny: Hmm… okay he turned Evan's hand a bit it looks bigger than it is, I doubt you will need stitches, and I know you aren't much for hospitals… I can get it out for you and clean it if you want? He looked questioning at Evan

Evan: Grunted and hissed from pain

Andy: Do it dad… please!!

Lenny: Alright… he smiled soft at Andy do you have a tweezer here somewhere?

Andy: He nodded and quickly found the first aid kit in the closet under the sink, handing it to Lenny with shaky hands Is he gonna be alright dad? He looked at Lenny with anxious eyes and pulled his mohawk nervously. It had been a long time since I last saw him do that, which explained well just how much this was messing him up. And it was partially my fault.

Lenny: He's gonna be as good as new sweetheart, relax. I have pulled all sorts of things out of your body when you were kid. Always climbing trees, getting splinters in your hands and feet. He chuckled softly and grabbed a disinfection spray, spraying it lightly on Evan's hand.

Evan: Moaned out in pain

Lenny: Sorry darling, I'll try to be more gentle. He smiled softly at Evan, and stroke his cheek a single time Alright, I'll remove the glass now. Luckily it's mostly out of your skin, it didn't cut deep, so it shouldn't hurt much. Just take a deep breath, please.

Evan: He nodded softly and did as Lenny told him, and I watched him cringe as Lenny pulled out the glass carefully

Lenny: Alright, it's over. I'll just spray it a couple more times to clean it, and put a small bandage on. As he was done about a minute later, he smiled softly at Evan You're all good again now, smile darling.

Evan: He grunted and glared at Lenny

Lenny: What's wrong? He slowly got up, and as he did he seemed to notice me, Daniel and Robert… quickly connecting the dots between me and Robert. Ahh… he frowned softly Andy… will you please get Evan to bed? I'll clean up here.

Andy: But dad…

Lenny: Andy… leave. I had never seen this face on him before, it was very firm, and I feared what was to come next. Daniel, help them downstairs and then go home.

---------Andy's point of view------------

Daniel: He didn't say anything, he just quickly got up, and helped me support Evan as we walked downstairs, in the kitchen, George was drinking some water

George: Oh, what happened? Are you guys

Andy: Don't ask! I shook my head and nodded towards the third floor, and then the roar met my ears

Lenny: WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU TWO THINKING?!?! WE USE SO MUCH TIME AND ENERGY TRYING TO FIX EVERYTHING FOR THE BOYS LAST NIGHT, AND THEN TODAY YOU DECIDE TO TEAM UP IN THE SHOWER?!?! TWO GROWN MEN, ACTING LIKE TEENAGERS!!! I couldn't hear what the answer back was, but the second time my dad yelled, it was even louder I DON'T REALLY CARE ROBERT! THERE'S JUST THINGS YOU DON'T DO UNLESS THERE HAS BEEN GIVEN SOME SORT OF GREEN LIGHT!!! YOU SHOULD FEEL ASHAMED OF YOURSELF!!! SO MUCH TIME WASTED ON PATCHING THINGS UP WITH YOUR KID, AND THEN YOU DO THIS?! WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING HERE??!!

Daniel: Andy… let's go! He started dragging Evan towards the stairs

Andy: I quickly nodded agreeing and we all three fled downstairs, Evan and I quickly crawling up in bed, both of us only wearing boxers, so we were getting chilly

Daniel: I'm sorry if I in any way caused all of that. I'll leave before I mess more up tonight.

Evan: Please stay!

Andy: I looked at him concerned Are you sure?

Evan: He sighed deeply Yeah… I'm fine. I mean he sighed deep I could just really need a joint, and Daniel is the joint holder.

Daniel: He quickly grabbed his joint tin and threw it to Evan Take what you need, I'm sure you don't wanna look at my face right now. I really fucked up royally this time, so I'll just be next door if anyone needs me.

Evan: He frowned and sighed softly I would like you to stay. Please. He padded the bed next to him and sighed softly

Andy: Are you sure? I smiled at him softly

Evan: Yeah… I just need peace around me, please. I just can't deal with any drama. I just wanna lay down, with my mate, and relax he smiled at me softly and lit the joint

Andy: My stomach tickled as he called me his mate and I smiled bright, planting a soft kiss on his forehead

Daniel: Looked at us hesitating, then took off his hoodie, letting it dump to the floor, kicked off his boots, and then he crawled into bed, next to Evan, grabbing a joint and lighting it. Then quickly handing it to Evan.

Andy: We were just done smoking as Congo came down the stairs a bit hesitating, walking up to the bed rather shameful Evan… I eh… I had nothing to do with it. He was just suddenly there. But… your dad was very drunk, and very lonely I think… I don't think he really thought it through…. it just, happened.

Evan: He sighed softly and got up on his knees, reaching towards Congo, grabbing one of his hands gently Hey… can we just pretend it didn't happen, please? My brain is way too tired to deal with this… and that was before the joint he chuckled softly Besides we're good.

Congo: He smiled softly Are you sure?

Evan: He crawled a bit closer, planting both his hands on Congo's cheeks, caressing them softly This is how sure I am. He leaned in slowly, and planted a tender kiss on Congo's lips

Daniel: Eeeey he smiled cheekily and bit his lips

Andy: I chuckled hoarse and shook my head

Daniel: What? Not allowed to say eey any longer?

Evan: He smiled softly at Congo as he let go of him I didn't assume you had anything to do with it, and I kinda expected my dad to be very drunk to end up like that… so everyone is forgiven. I just…. can we just not talk about it, please? I don't want it replaying in my head… and I don't wanna see him right now either. I'm afraid I might just throw up. Sorry, not that there's anything yucky about you. But it really grossed me out! I mean… you and I… and then you and him… it's kinda like sharing…. he frowned deep

Daniel: Woah woah woah!! Does this mean you two fucked??!?! HA! I knew it!!!

Andy: I slapped his forehead No they didn't, not that it's any of your business. And this was your only warning. Next time you let your mouth run, I'll kick you out in the dog house to sleep! Is that understood? I glared at him and chuckled hoarse

Daniel: Yes master! He grinned wide and I could feel his boner against my butt cheek as he turned to his side. This was going to be a long night!

#unicornmanes #Sparkle Diamondsheart #Sparks #Daniel Chase Hartwig #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Danny Rook #Ruby Darling #Congo Shaw #Robert Thompson #Evan Thompson #Leonard Cullman #Lenny #George Cullman

[hanramm156]

*crawls out of a trashcan*

Helllloooo everyone! How are you doing? How is Rammstein fandom doing? Is Paulchard still a thing??? What have I missed on my R+ hiatus?? Is Tumblr ded? Tell me everything!

I just came from Tallinn and I’m absolutely *mindblown*. I think my love for Rammstein is reignited now. A lot of catching up to do. Some thoughts and highlights from the concert:

* It was nice to see @maydependent briefly! Also, thanks for the tip to enter the concert from the quieter gate. I’m still shocked that I managed to get a place in the front row, in front of Richard, even though I didn’t line up for hours.

* When the gates opened, I ran like a goddamn mad woman, lol, I was so out of breath but it was 100% worth it.

* The German family next to me was so nice, omg

* Greetings to the girl next to me who spent most of the time zooming on Richard’s face and ass. Send me some as well, lmao

* Richard was hot af holy shit. Also, Schneider *chef’s kiss*

* Armee der Tristen is a damn killer opening song. I cried when Schneider appeared on the stage—cried even more when the rest of the guys came.

* Till banging his head on a metal stand, wtf? Are you ok?

* Richard looked at me from the stage and I almost swooned. I hope he was satisfied when I headbanged so much that I can’t properly turn my head now.

* So many Paulchard moments and not only that we got a kiss, but we got *two* kisses?? Omg??! Invite me to the wedding, pls

* Paul’s, Richard’s and Schneider’s random dancing during a quieter moment (I forgot the song already, RIP) but it was hilarious af

* Till showed us the middle finger during Mein Herz Brennt

* Adieu as the last song—hopefully it doesn’t mean the end of Rammstein. ;___;

* and lastly, sorry for everyone who I hit with my dreadlocks while I was headbanging

That’s it from my rambling, I hope everyone’s doing well!

Ps. I got some Paulchard fic ideas during my trip. Let’s see if they ever come true. I cringe so hard at my old stuff now, but thanks everyone who has still read and liked them. It means a lot. 💜

#rammstein 2022 #stadium tour 22 #stadium tour #hanhan’s ramblings #hello i’m back #paulchard #tallinn concert #rammstein

[valkeakuulas]

*crawls our of Waxer/Boil trashcan* :3c Might I request them for 2, 21, or 45? <3

*pokes at the said trashcan* Looks cozy. You’ve really made your home in it. But yes, have not one but TWO fics about your favorite clones together. Will post the second one in a separate post a bit later. <3  -- -- -- -- --

2. “Have you lost your damn mind!?” 

War wasn’t just flying in, fighting a battle and then flying out. It was also maintenance (weapons, armor, vehicles), building and taking down camps, digging trenches, hacking routes through thick jungles and scouting.

Lots of scouting.

Waxer, laying on his stomach on top of an overhang, scanned the area below. The overhang stretched above a ravine with steep cliffs on either side while the bottom of the ravine was covered in thick jungle, lush with different colors of green. The HUD of his helmet highlighting certain parts of the landscape at command as Waxer tried to make for the best way to get down and on the other side. 

He heard rustle behind him, the HUD indicating him it was Boil. Soon enough, the other clone was laying on his front next to Waxer. 

“Found any way to get down?” Boil asked in a line of greeting. 

“Nope,” Waxer replied, popping the ‘p’. “Think we have three options here: 1) we use the extension cables to slide over, 2) we ask nicely to get to use our jetpacks or...” Waxer let his words trail off. He peered at the other edge of the ravine, thinking. 

Boil shifted, knocking Waxer’s helmet with the side his RAF visor. “Or, what?” he asked, patient.

“... we ask the Generals to float us on the other side,” he finished, thoughtful. 

Next to Waxer, Boil jerked a little. “Float us - ? Have you lost your damn mind!?” Boil demanded, although he sounded more astonished than displeased at the suggestion. “General Kenobi has far better things to do than just fling us on the other side like a pair of wet towels into a laundry chute.”

“General Skywalker and Commander Tano float Captain Rex all the time over things,” Waxer pointed with a pout. “It doesn’t look all that hard. Just, let the Force hold onto you and enjoy the ride.”

Boil huffed. “The correct term is ‘throw’ not ‘float’ and I’ll pay you three credits if you say that to his face.” He leaned closer to jostle Waxer’s shoulder with his own. “C’mon, let’s get back to the camp. Think we can make an explanation good enough to warrant the use of jetpacks.” 

Pushing himself up, Boil moved away from the overhang and Waxer was quick to follow. 

“You think the General would lift me up if asked nicely?” Waxer wondered as they took the route back to the camp. 

“What kind of question is that? Of course he would. The man tries his best to hide it but he’s a show off just like the rest of the Jedi.”

Waxer grinned beneath his helmet. “Take a holopic of me, alright? I want to show it off to the others.”

Boil huffed but he still nodded. “If he lets you fall down, don’t whine about any bruises you might get.”

“Awww but how then could you kiss me better if I don’t do that?”

#cacodaemonia #Boil #Waxer #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #OTP #clone shipping #askbox writing prompts #valkeakuulas writes AKA butchers English grammar #fanfiction