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night-raven-tattler · 4 months

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I need just one thing...

Summary: You're having a hard time and need a bit of a positive push. Your friends are ready to support you.

Characters: Ruggie, Vil, Ortho, Grim and GN!Reader (separate, platonic)

Warnings: sewing needles (Ruggie's part), food (Vil cooks), mentions of signs of distress (Ortho's part)

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Ruggie's laughter could be heard from the furthest corners of the campus, and he was too agile for you to catch him and cover his mouth

You were already embarassed, yet he had the audacity to put salt on the wound

It all started when you discovered a wide tear on your uniform jacket sleeve, only after walking around with it for the whole day

It was the only uniform jacket you had, so you panicked at the prospect of having to fix it or walk around without it

And you didn't have Leona's apathy or Kalim's status to walk around without a full uniform

So fixing it was your only real option

Problem was... you didn't know how to sew

You went to your jack of all trades friend, Ruggie, for some help, but he laughed in your face

"Wow, none of the people here know how to fend for themselves, not even you! Shyehehehe...!"

So you sat next to him, hiding the tear on your uniform and blushing from embarrassement until Ruggie managed to calm down

Ruggie wiped a few tears from his eyes and reached his hand to you

"Alright, hand it over. Limited time offer!"

Hesitantly, you took the jacket off and handed it to Ruggie, who pulled out of his pocket a small box with sewing supplies

"Spelldrive pracitices get really nasty sometimes, you have no idea how many fixes and patches my P.E. uniform has. Shyehehe!"

He expertly pulled some black thread through a needle and went to work

"You gotta use a thicker needle for this uniform, the material is super thick and a small one will barely be able to get through it."

Ruggie sew the tear and, after making sure it wouldn't fall apart, he handed you the uniform to admire his handiwork

You had to hand it to Ruggie: his work was durable and hardly noticeable, you wouldn't be able to tell there was a tear in the first place

"Thank you Ruggie! What do I owe you?"

Hearing your question, Ruggie feigned contemplation by rubbing his chin for a few seconds before he just shrugged

"Nah, you just owe me a favor for now. Shyehehehe!"

You accepted Ruggie's price and walked away in higher spirits that before

Who knows, maybe you'll just owe him a back massage after a day of being pulled through the wringer by Leona, shyehehe!

『••✎••』

The other Pomefiore students were giving awestruck looks and flabbergasted gasps to their housewarden as they watched him cut up some vegetables, carefully yet slowly

It was almost as if, to some, the idea of Vil getting his hands dirty was inconceivable

Vil couldn't be bothered by the shock of his students, however

If he were honest, he was actually quite insulted at their indignation

"Have you never seen anyone perform a basic life skill? If you have nothing productive to say, leave."

And, with a few words, he shooed away the students from the Pomefiore kitchen

Vil took a mental note to have a dorm meeting later that day and redefine his students' definition of beauty...

He recognised the beauty of his friendship with you and the trust you've developed with each other

And he recognised the beauty in the vulnerability you showed him not too long ago

His search eventually lead him to your dorm, where he found you trying to manage a nasty cold all by yourself

Vil dropped by your dorm to check up on you; he didn't see you around campus, and your friends said they haven't seen you all day either

You were caught in the rain the other day, and you couldn't change into dry clothes right away, so you were nerfed soon enough

Vil was not the nicest person out there, but he was kind, and you knew that

But you still were surprised when he asked what you needed, and not if you needed anything

And you also knew that if you tried to argue with him and deny his help, he'd dig his heels in and nurse you back to health all by himself

"...Just some soup. I miss my family's homemade soup..."

He wasn't the best cook, but he knew the basics, which were enough

And so he let you rest while he went back to his dorm to prepare the best soup he could

Fortunately for him, he bumped into Epel in the kitchen, who recommended him a few recipes from his grandma and gave him some pointers before running to his spelldrive practice

Vil chopped the vegetables from Epel's recipe and put them in the boiling water, gradually adjusting the food to your tastes

In no time, the soup was done, so he put some into a container and headed straight to you

Vil recognised the beauty in many things, especially when it came to you two

And currently, he couldn't deny how beautiful your genuine smile was as you sat comfortable in bed and slowly sipped his offering, one spoonful at a time

All while you listened to him talk about his experience with cooking and that new potion study he's been waiting all day to share with you

『••✎••』

The moment Ortho's eyes fell onto you, his scanners told him how bad your day was

You had low levels of energy, hydration and focus

On top of that, your uniform had its knees dirty and a small rip on a sleeve

At least you had no physical injuries

However, you made it your personal mission for the day to talk to as few people as you could; not even your best friends were with you

Ortho figured he'd approach you during your shared potionology lesson you were about to have in the botanical gardens

But you never showed up for the lesson

No one knew where you were, they only saw you enter the building

So Ortho decided to skip class for the first time of his short student life and look for you

It wasn't too hard for him to do so, and soon enough he detected your presence behind a few bushes in the subtropical zone

...he also detected the muffled sound of sobs, paired with an increase of distress and elevated blood pressure

He silently approached the bushes

And you raised your head at the sound of his jets

You quickly wiped some of your tears, putting a wobbly yet sincere smile

"Hello, Reader!"

"Hi, Ortho..."

Ortho sat himself next to you and, before you could think of ways to deal with the slightly awkward silence, he spoke first

"You are in distress."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his bluntness, especially since his assessment was, as always, correct

"...Yeah, kinda."

He knew he should've looked up how to comfort you, it was unlike him to not use the readily available search engine he was built with already

And yet, he found himself saying words he's never spoken before

"Offering comfort is an appropriate response for someone in distress. How do you want me to offer it?"

He waited patiently for you to wipe your tears and give him your answer

"Just a hug..."

Your shaky voice carried your plea, and Ortho was faced with what he could only describe as surprise

Ortho was not in the appropriate gear to fulfill your request

His "body" was hard and cold, the worst for the task you gave him

But he never left tasks unfinished, so he hugged you as tightly as he thought was humanly acceptable

And you held him just as tightly, if not more, as the dam broke and you cried your tears

Ortho hesitated before he started playing calming music from his speakers as he hugged you just a little bit tighter

『••✎••』

It was that time of the week when Grim walked to you on his back paws with a comb in between his free paws, ordering you to brush his fur

Usually you were more than willing to accept the job: ever since you've been living together and participating in Grim's maintenance, his fur became shiny, smooth and blissfully soft

It was part of why he started to enjoy the routine, and even kept track of it

But that day, it was... just not a good time

You just had a long day, and as much as you would've loved to do nothing but brush Grim, you had no energy left in your body

"Sorry, Grim. I really can't. Tomorrow?"

You didn't even change out of your uniform, you just plopped onto bed and laid there, fully expecting Grin's usual complains

But you heard nothing but the sound of metal touching wood

Your were barely awake when you felt the mattress sink into the bed slightly, followed by a few small feet climbing on your back

...and claws sinking into your jacket comfortingly as a certain someone was kneading into you

A small purr started rumbling from above you, and you started drifting off...

You woke up in the middle of the night

You tried to get up, but you had something heavy on your back

After rolling it off you, you realised it was Grim

You smiled towards him and pet him, and he curled into himself, sighing contentedly

You changed into your pyjamas and set up an earlier alarm so you could brush Grim's fur in the morning before crawling back into your bed and falling back asleep

『••✎••』

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ruggie bucchi #vil schoenheit #ortho shroud #twst grim #twisted wonderland grim

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misc-obeyme · 8 months

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Hi 😁 i really loved your Obey Me post about an MC who crochets, and I was wondering if you could you could do something similar with a seamstress MC (preferably femMC but gn is fine too if thats what you are more comfortable with), but where the boys come to MC all the time for wardrobe fixes like stitching/patching up holes or alterations or to commition entire outfits and MC secretly adds little bits embroidery that are unique to each brother like a peacock feather for Lucifer, cats for Satan, or crows for Mammon, etc.

If you are unable to do this, that is totally fine, and I completely understand. I hope you are doing well and remember to stay hydrated 💓

Hello there!

I'm so sorry this took me so long to get to! What can I say, I got sidetracked. And even though requests are currently closed, this was a cute idea and I wanted to write it. I was surprised how well that headcanon post about crocheting did! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

I have far less knowledge about sewing than crocheting, so this is just kind of my general understanding of such things. I did have fem!MC in mind, but it's a little hard to tell since I'm still using the you/yours.

Thanks for the request!

the brothers react to fem!MC who is a seamstress

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

Due to a slight obsession with socks, this is probably the item Lucifer brings to you most often. He cares a lot about his clothes in general, though. So you can be sure he'll be bringing you anything that needs attention. A button that's falling off, holey socks, loose threads, he's bringing it all to you.

If you add some embroidery to something, he will notice immediately. MC, didn't he only ask you to sew up the hole in these socks? Why is there a peacock feather there now? If you're going to make him something so beautiful, please put it on something that will be seen. His socks are unworthy.

Absolutely commissions you to make him a fancy suit. He might say he wants it cut a certain way and that he wants it in a specific color scheme, but if he knows you can do embroidery, he will leave that part up to you. Feel free to embellish it for him. He wants to see what you think will look good on him.

Lucifer will only wear those clothes on special occasions. He knows he looks amazing in the outfits you make for him. He'll still want something he can wear every day, too. Just something small. Maybe you add a little flourish to his usual tie or to the collar of the shirt he wears under his RAD uniform. Whenever he thinks of you, he touches it without realizing.

Mammon

Mammon is quite conscious about his clothes and how he treats them. He likes nice things and he doesn't want to mess them up by being careless. However, if he has a problem with a hole or a button, you can be sure he'll be bringing it to you. He knows you'll fix everything so it looks good as new.

He might not notice hidden embroidery at first. He'll wear that jacket you fixed for him multiple times before he spots the little embroidered crow on the inside where the hole used to be. When he does see it, he's so overcome by it, he blushes instantly. He'll be too embarrassed to tell you how much he likes it.

He will commission you to make things or embellish things that he's got to wear for upcoming modeling gigs. If he's at all in charge of what he wears, he will want you to make it. He knows ya got great style, MC! And he knows how good your skills are… might even take this opportunity to let you know he appreciates the embroidery you do.

You can really fluster him if you make something matching for the two of you. He's going to pretend that he's not into it, but he totally is. Even if you just make your outfits correspond, he's going to be thrilled. He won't be able to keep himself from touching your clothes all the time, just to remind himself that you're real.

Leviathan

He can probably fix all his own clothes, but he brings them to you anyway. Why would he do it himself when he can have a hole fixed by you? He'll find any reason to bring you something - a zipper that's starting to come undone, pants that are just a little too long, pretty much anything he can find.

He will notice any additional embroidery pretty quickly. Is this a little Ruri-chan, MC?! Oh boy now he wants to learn your ways. Teach him how to embroider, please, he's got to employ this on all of his cosplay from here on out. Whether he really does or not is questionable, but he is so happy to spend time learning from you.

Since Levi makes his own cosplay, he is going to ask you for help as soon as he knows you can sew. He has so many ideas and now he runs them all by you first. Asks for your help in picking out fabrics and threads. Will bring anything especially tricky to you, hoping you'll help him out with it.

If you make a special clothing item just for him, he'll wear it all the time. He thought about maybe only wearing it for special occasions, but it turns out he can't wait to have it on. He loves the way you made it perfectly for him. How can he not wear it constantly?

Satan

He probably cares less about his clothes than some of the other brothers do, but he also doesn't want to look disheveled. He cares about being neat and tidy. So if he's having a problem with holes or buttons or needing alterations, you are the one he goes to. He knows you will do an excellent job and he trusts you with his clothes.

Depending on where you leave your hidden embroidery, he might not notice it at first. The second he finds a little embroidered cat on one of the items he left with you, though, he's going to lose his mind. Not only is that cat the cutest thing he's ever seen, but you made it. Blushes like crazy before composing himself so he can tell you how much he loves it.

Yes, of course he would be thrilled if you made some clothes for him, MC, but have you considered making little cat clothes? Think of the adorable embroidery you could do on a little kitty sweater. You can bring them to cats at cafes or just make them for the strays that hang out in the House of Lamentation garden.

If you do make him an outfit, he will save it for special occasions. Deliberately wears it if he's going on a date with you because he likes the way you blush when you see him in it. He will take care of those clothes better than he cares for anything else.

Asmodeus

He might already know how to mend his own clothes, but he probably doesn't especially enjoy doing it. So if you're willing to, he will happily bring you anything and everything that may have even a slight issue. Probably brings you things that you maybe wouldn't get from the others - like a sequin that's out of place or some beading that's coming loose.

Maybe you decide to leave a little scorpion or a trail of hearts embroidered on some of his clothes. He will notice instantly. He'll probably notice the second you hand them over. And then he's gushing about it because wow MC, you're so talented! This is so cute and he loves it!

Definitely commissions you for full on outfits. Brings you design sketches of exactly what he's looking for. He knows you'll make something perfect for him. He loves to model the finished products for you, too. He'll put on a whole matching make up look just for you to see how it goes with what you made.

Asmo will commission you the most, so you can be sure he'll be wearing something you made on any given day. He's also likely to request that you decorate some things for him with your embroidery. This means there's always something in his outfit that was either made by you or decorated by you. Just knowing it makes him so happy.

Beelzebub

He probably has a lot of problems with ripping clothes considering how active he is, but he never bothered to fix them before. Always just got new stuff. But now that you're here, he brings it all to you. Every item you've ever mended for him becomes something extra special to him. Thank you for always fixing things for him, MC.

He might not notice right away if you've embroidered something special for him, but he will certainly find it soon enough. You might think you're taking a risk by embroidering cheeseburgers on his clothes, but Beel won't try to eat them. He loves them so much and probably just looks at them whenever he's feeling extra hungry. Just to get him through until he can eat again.

He probably won't ask you directly for a full outfit, but you make him one anyway. Something fancy for a special occasion and he'll only wear it sometimes. He loves it of course, but he's very protective of anything you make or give to him. So he keeps it safe most of the time.

You might end up mending his Fangol uniforms the most. Likely they get holes and tears all the time, so you will have a steady stream of work to do in this area. Other demons on the team begin to notice when one day they see Beel completely trash a uniform only for him to come back the next day with it looking good as new. You might get roped into being the official team seamstress if you're not careful.

Belphegor

He doesn't have too many issues with clothing mishaps, just the usual wear and tear that happens when you wear stuff a lot. But you might find him bringing you things like pillow cases and blankets, too. Especially the cow print pillow since he always seems to take it around everywhere. There's no way it doesn't get a little beat up after a while.

He won't notice any embroidery on his clothes right away, but if you add a little something to one of his pillows, he'll see it immediately. A little cow on the cow print? A little sheep on one of his other pillow cases? He's going to love it so much, but he's just going to mention it casually so as not to give away how much it means to him. He likes the embroidery you added to his pillows, MC.

Belphie likely won't ask you for an outfit, either, but he'll secretly want one. So if you make him one for something special, it will mean a lot to him. He will ask you for pajamas, though. He probably has all kinds of fabrics he wants you to use, too. He just wants to be comfy and you have the skills.

Never wears pajamas made by anyone else ever again. Once you start making them for him, it's all over. He gets spoiled and refuses anything different. He doesn't need new ones too often though since you can mend the ones you've already made. Make yourself some matching ones for when the two of you nap together and you'll have one happy cozy demon on your hands.

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parentsbesluts · 2 months

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after a full month theyre finally done . these designs took a lot out of me to make but i really like how they all turned out. more design info for each under the cut

patton: black cis man, he/him, 6'0 (the tallest except for remus*). 4b hair. he has patches of skin that developed into frog skin following the events of svsr. its functionally similar to vitiligo, as it was caused by the high amounts of stress patton went through, but not the same. his shirt was a gift from janus that was suggested by remus. he has chronic back pain (not a part of the design but this is important to know). he wears the bff bracelet that roman made for him when they were young. he has stretch marks around his shoulders and chest.

roman: italian + latina bigender woman, she/he/star, 5'10. he dyes her own hair often but favors stars natural color with streaks of blond. her sword is longer than that when star actually uses it. i fucked up the proportions when drawing it and didn't have the strength to fix it. she had an entire royal cape but he opts not to wear it in most situations. similarly he owns a lot more jewelry than just the stuff stars wearing in the picture but its often not practical. her bff bracelet is in a drawer in his room right now.

logan: indigenous (specifically mayan) agender person, they/xe, 5'6 (the shortest except for remus*). xyr hair has gone gray from stress despite attempts to fix it, so they have accepted their fate and moved on. xe has a nose ring because virgil is a terrible influence on them. the heart on their cheek marks the first spot that virgil ever kissed xem. xe's been carrying around that orange book a lot recently for some reason. xe has stretch marks around their chest, shoulders, armpit, and hips.

virgil: irish (she makes their skin gray just because) genderfluid person, she/he/they, 5'8 ½. he took up smoking (though they prefer weed over cigs) to try and reduce her and thomas's anxiety. it's seemingly working but now their room smells like weed. her rat tails are 100% real. after accepting anxiety she cut off their jacket sleeves and jean shins to show off more of his body. we love body positivity. the scar on his face is remus's fault. they have many anxiety reducing habits such as can tab collecting and biting her nails. enrichment. the heart on his neck marks the first spot that logan ever kissed her. he changes hair color in accordance with shirt. she has stretch marks around their hip and armpits.

janus: french + spanish trans male, he/hiss/venom, 5'8. the cane is not optional. despite having the fashion sense of an upper class victorian man hi is actively socialist. ve claims he's "reclaiming the style". the tree patterns on hisses overcoat and gloves have absolutely no symbolism related to them whatsoever. the eye he wears around venoms neck is made from serpentine. the ring pattern on hisses gloves is solely because its hard to put rings on over gloves, even though it doesnt matter at all and ve could simply summon rings on hisses fingers if he wanted to. the snake pattern around venoms coat is not sentient.

remus: italian + latino unlabled person, he/it/that thing, height is incredibly unstable but averages to around 5'10 most days. it can see out of the eyes on his earrings and right sleeve. the spikes on that things clothing are indeed real teeth. it misses his friends. it wears some sort of weird lingerie under his uniform. that thing ended up getting the uncontrollable hair genes and it dyes its hair in shrimp colors. he wants to dye its hair with virgil again. the chain can be stored inside of the mace handle, allowing the mace to be used as a morningstar. the preportions on it are also bad sorry. that things shoes are sentient and want to kill you. it wishes janus wasn't so busy. he doesn't want to be alone.

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magnolia-among-the-stars · 10 months

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she got the best of me (jake seresin pt.9/12)

PART OF MY “WHATEVER THIS IS” SERIES WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE

PAIRING: JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN x Female Plus Size Bartender!Reader

NICKNAME: Sunshine

Warning: A bit of self-body shaming

It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else.

PLOT: Penny Benjamin’s niece works at The Hard Deck, saving the money she earns to get out of the west coast and put herself through Graduate School. What happens when a pretty boy pilot ends up as her fake boyfriend?

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN / PART EIGHT / PART NINE / PART TEN / PART ELEVEN / FINAL PART

Jake began reaching out immediately the morning after his birthday to try and beg for the opportunity to try to fix his mistakes. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love his groveling, but it did little to alleviate the growing ache in your ribcage, right below your clavicle where the hurt burned. There was a gaping hole where your security used to be nestled, the comfort of a humming rhythm that sounded like independence.

He’d struck out twice and you really weren’t trying to go for a third go. But even so, you now hated the space you existed in, cursing at the emptiness of the couch cushions and the perfectly placed knit blanket being exactly where you left it the last time it was used. You hated your coffee maker, waiting patiently for you to brew the first fresh pot in the morning. It was too quiet, too perfect and you missed Jake’s touch in everything that you had become. You hated it.

You’d began to pick back up with your shifts at the Hard Deck the day after Hangman’s birthday, no longer afraid to approach the old memories after having the opportunity to call him out on the bullshit. He’d yet to show up after work for his usual beer, perhaps too afraid to face your seething wrath in person or not quite able to afford the possibility of Penny ringing the bell the minute he came into her line of site.

The line went silent after a week or so and you were grateful to learn that Mav had set up a training exercise that would take them out to sea for a week, the time to think without the looming of his presence on North Island would be a fresh breath of air. It gave you just enough peace to wrap up your final revisions to your Thesis for school, to focus enough to present in front of your faculty.

After the closed presentation wrapped, you were left alone in the empty hallway of the college awaiting the news of the decision to graduate you. Wearing a floral jumpsuit and denim jacket, your leg bounced unapologetically while you tried to find a comfortable resting spot for your leg.

Silence was deafening as it ate away at your confidence, leaving you to pick persistently at your cuticles when a door burst open down the hall. A flood of bodies seeped through the seemingly small, framed door through the patches of white light. It was blinding but you recognized the khaki service uniforms easily and stood when Nat’s face sharpened in the natural light of the hallway. “You’re back,” you comment, rising to your feet to wrap your arms around her, Aries collecting the two of you in her arms tightly.

“We just got off the boat a half an hour ago,” Nat explains, pulling back so that you can hug the rest of the squad.

“We didn’t want you to be alone while you waited for the decision,” Gemini muses as she rubs your back, a soothing and calm gesture from the quiet WSO. The comment warmed your heart as you took in all the faces, all except for –

“He didn’t think you’d want to see him,” Fanboy comments before you even get the chance to process the lack of Jake’s face in the crowd. And though the sentiment is genuine and kind of him, a considerate thought, you’d never needed his presence more as you awaited the future decision that would make or break your career.

Mav, ever the head of the found family, stepped through the crowd to hug you tightly. “Penny is setting up a barbeque tonight in celebration of your success,” his change of topic swift, “Like a graduation party in the backyard.”

“And then Rooster and I are going to see up a bonfire on the beach for after,” Payback remarks, nudging the tall, broad man. Rooster nods, his mind elsewhere as he tries to smile.

“I don’t know if I’ve passed,” you admit honestly, the quiver in your tone evident to the pilots surrounding you and showering you with love. It warms your heart and makes you take a shaky breath, curling into a smile. Eventually, everyone lays out on the waiting benches and the tiled floor. They share their stories of training, as much as the confidentiality of the military allows.

It’s in the quiet of the hallway of your university that Bob and Gemini share the news of their engagement. “Wait, what?” you ask, staring back and forth between the two. Blooming blushes seep through their cheeks as they lean into one another. You take in their comfortability, the closeness and the rings resting against the metal of their dog tags. “I guess I really shouldn’t be surprised with the way the two of you always snuck off together. I’m assuming pre-North Island?”

“Three years back in Lemoore,” Gemini quips, staring up at Bob lovingly.

“Good god you two are patient,” you giggle just as there is a click of a lock across the hall, and everyone freezes. Slowly, the door creeps open and your faculty mentor appears with a wide smile. You feel sheepish in the moment, your family surrounding you and crowding the hallway.

“We’re ready for you, dear,” her voice is gentle as she nods to the room, smiling around at all the pilots on the floor. You nod, bite your lip as you stand on shaky knees and cross the floor to follow her in the room. Minutes later, you return to the hallway and to the bitter silence. Only knowing the group to be a rowdy bunch of beer drinkers, you were shocked to be met with such a wall of silence when you return to the hallway a few minutes later.

“I passed,” you announce to the group, sobs of excitement coaxing out of your throat, and you jump up and down in your best friends’ arms. The hallway erupts in a roar of ovations, rising to their feet to join in the circle of elation. Javy lifts you through the air in delight while Mav wipes a few tears from his lashes, proud of the woman you’d become.

The noise is so frightening, your mentor comes back through the door as concern dissipates at the celebration. She’s sweet when she asks you all to move out of the building for the respect of the offices while laughing. Fanboy joins your car, praising you as you all make a brigade down the road to get to Penny’s house. When you turn the corner to her street, Rooster begins to honk the horn of his blue Bronco, an echoing mirage of horns blaring as the cars pull up outside the house in a single formation.

The notion and attention make you laugh in embarrassment, though you’re not truly embarrassed. Honored is more like it, you pinpoint just before you climb out of the vehicle and follow the cheering crowd through the doors into the house. Amelia sees you first, rushing up to you and squeezing you tightly around the middle.

“There she is,” Penny’s voice echoes through the kitchen as she comes around the corner, joining in the hug as the pilots make their way outside into the decorated backyard. “My niece, a professor,” she coos and tightens her grip slightly.

“I’m so proud of you,” she murmurs, knowing the struggle you have around genuine compliments. “Someone begged me to come in, I hope you’re okay with that.” Penny’s tone turns gentle but stern as she keeps an arm around your waist as she turns to the kitchen. And there he is.

Jake’s dressed casually in a white button down and light washed jeans. His hair is sunkissed from the days at sea. He’d clearly been dragging his fingers through it in anxious tugs because it looked wild, sticking up in a few different spots. Freshly shaven, his lips were pressed in a tight smile to try to hide his nerves and he clutches a bouquet of white daisies, wrapped in your favorite flower shop’s kraft paper.

“I’m okay,” you turn to share a look with Penny, letting her slide from your body and ushering Mav through the glass doors into the backyard to give you privacy. You return your gaze to Jake and silence encases the two of you, suffocating the room as your hands come to clutch each other in front of your tummy.

The act is subtle and yet, Jake feels your self-conscious thoughts through the air. It makes him hate himself more. Makes him wish he’d drowned in the freezing icy depths of the water after having to had eject from his aircraft four days prior during an exercise. “There’s too many things I want to say, I don’t know where to start,” his words slice through the tension, an honest admission that sounds so vulnerable compared to your last conversation.

“Try one,” you scoff.

“I’m in lo-,” he starts but your face turns sour, eyes wide at the imagination of what’s at the end of that sentence. His brows crease at the words and he takes in your discomfort.

“Try a smaller one,” you prompt him and he’s nodding dumbly, swallowing. His hands are so sweaty that they stick to the kraft paper in his hands.

“Congratulations on passing,” Jake says, starting small like you recommended. He watches your shoulders relax slightly and takes a deep breath. “I’m really proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you tell him, suddenly feeling the burning sensation behind your eyes. After all morning of wanting his comfort, of his arms around you as you awaited the fate of your life – all you had pictured was him. And now, here in front of you, you felt it impossible to look him in the eye. You zeroed in on the flowers in his hand, on the squeezing of the stems in his grasp. Too many things to say. “What else?” you ask, staring down at your painted toes.

“You look beautiful,” Jake shares, taking in the floral pattern of your jumpsuit and the way you’d grown out the pieces of hair around your face, framing your round features to perfection. “I fucked things up, I have so much to apologize for. I was terrible and I don’t deserve you. I almost died during an exercise and the first person I saw when I was going down was you. The watch is perfect, these are for you,” Jake begins to list everything as it rolls off his tongue like a hurried admission of guilt, shifting awkwardly from his spot in the doorway of the kitchen.

Your brain is trying to take in everything he’s throwing at you, a headache coming on as he shuffles closer to you to offer the flowers into your grasp. But the action leaves his hands empty, and he doesn’t know how to move his limbs anymore, so he shoves them in his pockets to avoid the tremor he’d developed when he stupidly walked away from you.

“Slow down,” you quip with frustration, eyes closing. It’s the first visceral reaction he’s seen from you since his birthday, and he’d never been more grateful. “You nearly died? What the fuck Jake?” you drop your flowers lightly onto the entryway table and reach up to grasp his cheeks. You notice the yellowing of a faded bruise on his cheekbone and the picky scabbing of a cut along his hairline. Your fingers gently brush over it with a tenderness that has Jake melting. He’d give anything to keep your hands on him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” his shaking fingertips reach up to cover yours. “I’d really love to apologize first for everything that happened before we talk about me.” The memories of your empty bed find their way back to the center of your mind and your hands slip away back to your sides like his skin was a flame licking you into a scorching burn.

“I thought leaving was the smartest move,” Jake finally admits, his words hanging in the air as the tension builds up. A flare of anger wafts through you as you take another step away from him.

You clench your jaw tightly, trying to maintain your cool. You just graduated…today is supposed to be a good day. “I told you how terrible my ex was about my body, and you thought it was a good idea to leave after you see my figure for the first time? You thought that was smart?”

“I shouldn’t have slept with you that night,” Jake says.

“Wow.”

“No,” his hands go up in defense, irritated that he can’t communicate that he wants to, the way you deserve. “That’s not what I meant,” Jake curses and wipes a hand over his reddened face. “I shouldn’t have slept with you that night because I wanted you to know how much you meant to me before we got further in our relationship.”

“That is so,”

“Let me explain,” his voice is strong, stopping you in your place as he finally finds his footing. He’s standing steady now, hands on his hips as he comes clean and lets all his insecurities out. “Sleeping with you after that party felt like something Hangman would’ve done. Who I was before I knew you, before you let me into your life who thought intimacy was a quick one-night stand with some girl whose name I didn’t remember the next morning.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, listening intently to his confession as your back rests against the cool wall. “You deserved so much more than that guy, and, in that moment, I felt like I hadn’t made progress in showing you who I’d become,” he steps forward slightly, closer in proximity of your space and you don’t stop him. “I felt like I wasn’t showing up as who I’d become with you beside me and even though we were becoming more than some stupid fake relationship, I got insecure that I couldn’t be everything for you the way that you’re everything I’ve ever needed in my life. So, I left,” he nods, tears starting to collect at his waterline.

“I left in a moment of self-conscious, self-loathing. And it was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done and I’m so sorry.”

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The other various outfits of Morro in Noodle Shop Ghost. Took me ages to finish this, but I’m happy with how it turned out!!

More info on the specific outfit details under the cut!

Sleepwear

- This outfit is Morro’s pajamas from the start of the series to current.

- The moons are both to represent y’know, nighttime, but also as a way of foreshadowing the Macaque connection in the later seasons.

- Morro let’s their hair down when they sleep

- The shirt text says “Great Sage Equal to Heaven” I think I hope I’m not fluent in other languages so I really pray that I got that correct. The shirt references Morro’s love of JTTW, and the character of Wukong within the book

- Morro uses face masks when he sleeps. Hey, if they have to have skin again, they wanna take care of it. Ish.

Work Uniform

- The outfit changes between seasons since Morro gets new looks, but the constants of it are the jacket and the gloves.

- Morro swaps out the hand wraps because he feels more sanitary wearing gloves. And because I feel like it would make people unsure about him handling food.

- Occasionally Morro will throw on other pants? But idk I wasn’t sure what to go with so I just did their final design clothing.

“Take Responsibility” episode

- Finally have a name for that fan episode I mentioned where Morro has a crisis!! Takes place in season 1. Thank you @randomcrapstories !!!!

- The only thing that’s different about the outfit here is the addition of the jacket, which I still haven’t decided if I want it to be a gift from MK and Mei, or Morro just straight up stole it. Still, it shows us the base design for the jacket as it appears later in the series!!

Theatre Outfit

- During the in-between point of season 3 and 4, Morro actually starts helping out Macaque with his theatre! Morro’s a stagehand; they do a lot of the special effects and such.

- This outfit is mainly just me putting Morro in cool looking clothes hehe

- It’s identical to Mac’s outfit in most ways! I changed the shoes tho, and the colors. And the patterns on the robe and sleeves are different too!

- Eyeliner because it’s fancy

Shadow Travel

- I’ve mentioned before how Morro is learning shadow magic from Macaque; the basics that Morro knows are kinda just like. Being able to hide inside of shadows, manipulating them on walls and stuff, and also those shadow portals.

- Macaque has a shadow form, and so does Morro. But this isn’t a clone form or anything, that will be its own design. This is just for like…idk. Shrouded in shadows and whatnot.

- I highlighted the two most important features of Morro in this au: the eyelashes and the scar. The scar is its own important thing; the eyelashes are just a style choice on my end.

Season 3 Lantern City Outfit

- This outfit is for that episode in season 3 with the third ring!!

- The jacket makes an appearance once again! Except now Morro has personalized it much more. Patches and pins and stuff.

- The gloves Morro has on were made by Sandy; Sandy didn’t want Morro to get cold lol.

- And ofc Morro’s markings on full display since they weren’t able to cover them in season 3

Uhhh I think that’s everything. I’m gonna do another one of these for Morro’s scrapped/bonus designs at some point too. So look forward to that!

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iriel3000 · 7 months

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Just to Hear Your Voice

Whumptober Day 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Just to Hear Your Voice

Summary: Early SHIELD, fucked mission after care

“Widow, talk to me.”

“Clint!” She put one hand to her ear, the other over her heart.

“Can you make it to the nest?”

“Can you?”

“I’m two klicks away.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

She met him at the door of the safehouse and he nearly collapsed in her arms. Hawkeye had arrived in Bogota several days before to map out the arms facility and rig traps for their escape.

Only, they never got to break in. The agent that tipped off SHIELD doubled crossed them and walked the team into an ambush.

“Perimeter is secure.” She led him to a chair after noticing him limp.

“Seal it.”

Lowering her head in solace, Natasha took a deep breath and activated the security system.

No one else was coming.

Civilians died, three strike team members died, and for a brief moment when the comms went down, Natasha thought she’d lost Barton too.

“How did I miss it?” Hawkeye ran his hand across his eyes.

“There was nothing to miss. We were betrayed, plain and simple.” Natasha handed him some water and mentally logged his injuries. “How long were you on watch before I arrived?”

“They killed the informant and his family.” He held the water without drinking.

Blank stare, unresponsive to questions, Natasha knew she needed to keep her partner from sinking. She removed his flack jacket and arm guards.

“How did Williams and Grayson…”

“Don’t,” she pulled him up and pushed him towards the small bathroom, “it wasn’t your fault. There’s nothing you could’ve done to prevent it.”

“It was my job to make sure you all got out alive.” He kept his eyes on her while she undressed him and turned on the shower.

“Get in.” She ordered.

There was nothing to say to make either of them feel better. Natasha peeled off her uniform and joined him.

He looked mildly surprised. They’d seen each other naked before, mostly to stitch and patch each other up, but never so close and intimate.

“Natasha…”

She put a finger to his lips.

“I'm going to take care of you and you're going to let me.”

He didn’t argue.

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nikisfwn · 1 year

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"Idiots In Love" Alex Turner X Reader

Summary: You and Alex are in your final year of high school, exams are finally over so you're both stress free, or as the guys call you; idiots in love.

Warnings: swearing (as per usual)

Oh also, Isolation is where you would go in my school if you were being a dickhead in lessons. You got a warning if you didn't "fix your behaviour" you got sent to isolation or iso as everyone called it.

A/N: I seem to have an inability to write actual decently long fanfics. Which I am very disappointed in myself for because I love this one. Either way I hope you like it because I still love it but yeah, enjoy x

"Excuse me Miss Y/n, are you paying attention?" Your maths teacher, Mr Roberts broke you from your trance. "What-? Oh yeah, sorry sir." He sighed at you, "Y/n your name is already on the board for not paying attention, you have to go to isolation now." "Oh come on sir! Why?!" "There is nothing written in your book y/n." You took a quick glance down at the squared page with no writing on it in front of you. "Go on." Your teacher was looking at you as well as half the class. You scoffed, "Ugh, fine." You slammed the book shut, grabbed your pencil case and bag before walking out of the classroom.

You walked swiftly out of the main building and towards the small music block, it was funny how in such a short amount of time you learn where someone spends all of their free time. You quietly opened the door hearing the music coming from inside the building and walked in. Matt was the first to spot you, "Oi loverboy! Yer girlfriend's 'ere." Alex's head quickly shot up looking straight at the doorway for you, he stood up putting his guitar in its stand before walking across the room to you and hugging you tightly. "I didn't know you had a free period baby." He gave you a quick peck on the lips, "I don't, got sent to iso in maths." They all laughed at you, you joined in too as you sat down on a stool next to Alex.

"Okay, lets go to lunch then idiots." Matt said after they had all been practising for about an hour. "Sure, let's go." Alex stood up and offered you his hand, which you took and stood up too. You all grabbed your bags and walked out to the field. It was two weeks before the summer holidays and a massive 26 degrees so little to no one was sat inside or wearing their uniform properly. "Let's sit down by that tree." Jamie said pointing towards a free patch of shade by an old tree. And so you did, all walking over and sitting down on the dry crunching grass. Alex patted the spot of grass between his legs for you to sit. You sat down and leaned back into him while he leaned back onto the tree kissing the top of your head.

"I love you." You softly whispered to him while the other guys were talking. "I love you too baby." He smiled widely at you leaning down to kiss you on the lips. Andy scoffed from beside you. "Oh fuck off Andrew!" Alex kicked him and hugged you tightly. "You two are such idiots." Matt started laughing slightly. "No Matt! They're idiots in love!" Jamie corrected him laughing even more. "At least I have a fucking girlfriend cookie." You joined in laughing as all of them teased each other.

"Y/n is way out of your fucking league anyway mate." Matt commented. "No I'm not Helders!" You jokingly threw your jacket at him. "Totally are. You're way too pretty to be hanging out with us losers." "He makes a point, love. You're fuckin' stunnin'."

You laughed covering your face in embarrassment. "Shut up you dickeads."

"Never woman." They all laughed in unison because they managed to say it at the same time. "You're stuck with us all now darlin'." Alex said into your ear. "I wouldn't have it any other way my love."

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avatarmerida · 2 years

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Just A Jacket

A silly little Huntlow fic, set between Sport in a Storm and Labyrinth Runners. I’m on mobile so forgive any spelling or format issues lol ✌️

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“How are you cold right now?” Willow laughed as she wiped the rest of the green paint off her face. Hunter sat beside her on the bench shivering, waiting to walk her home.

“Well, I’m not used to wearing civilian clothing,” he chattered with a blush, she assumed because she had noticed the shivering. “I’m used to wearing more layers. You probably don’t realize how cold it actually is because you were so focused on the game. It’ll hit you any second.”

“Sure it will,” she smiled, digging through her bag. “Here, put this on.”

She tossed a green lump of fabric at Hunter who was too busy complaining to catch it. “Oof,” he groaned as the bundle covered his face. “What is it?”

“We got them when we got the new uniforms,” Willow explained. “It’s my jacket, isn’t it nice?”

“It feels nice,” Hunter said, removing it from his head to properly see it. It was a typical letterman jacket, the white sleeves were long and thick and the body was the team’s signature green. The back had ‘Park’ written in bold white letters on the back. It truly was a fine jacket. “Good quality. Impressive.”

“We’ve got a tournament coming up so I wanted to make sure we looked our best,” said Willow proudly. “Check out the front.”

Hunter turned it over and saw a patch that read ‘Captain,’ written in gold, a title she justly deserved. Something about it being written in gold the way it was made his heart flip. Below it, two Es were placed beside each other to represent the team’s name.

“It’s excellent, Captain,” said Hunter with a smile. “A jacket worthy of your abilities.”

“It’s heavy, put it on,” she said. “It’ll keep you warm.”

“But it’s yours, I couldn’t-,”

“Captain’s orders,” she insisted playfully. “I have an idea about a new strategy and I need your opinion and I don’t want your chattering teeth to distract me.”

Hunter did not protest further, carefully putting his arm through the sleeves as though it was made of glass rather than wool.

“How do I look?” He asked with a nervous laugh. Why he was nervous, he did not know.

“Cute!” Willow beamed, as she finished gathering her things. Hunter buried his hands in the pockets and looked down to the ground hoping the setting sun would disguise the blush he felt overcoming his face. “Ready?” Willow asked, giving no indication she noticed.

Hunter nodded and the pair set off. This was their after game tradition. Darius had helped Hunter sneak away to watch his friend’s matches and then he would walk Willow home as she shared her thoughts and strategies from the game. She liked to do it while it was still fresh in her head she said, and Hunter’s observations as a bystander helped her see the whole picture. It was the next best thing to actually playing, but since he wasn’t technically a Hexside student there was little to be done. Plus, there was no way he could ask Darius to cover for him during practices and games.

He was grateful for this time with the Captain. They messaged every day, yes, but she was so much quicker at it he felt embarrassed when he took too long responding. He liked seeing her in person, it was easier.

Well, some parts were easier.

“So, how’s the new guy doing?” Hunter asked.

“Ugh, you noticed didn’t you?” Willow groaned, throwing her head back.

“Hey, I didn’t say anything, I was just asking,” laughed Hunter. “But yes now that you mention it I did notice he didn’t do... great.”

“He’s still on a trial basis,”

“So I’m guessing he didn’t get a cool jacket?”

“Not yet,” sighed Willow. “He’s in a lot of my plant track classes but I think he’s more focused on decorating the field than actually playing. He wouldn’t stop growing blossoms!”

“Interesting tactic, but I’m guessing not what you had planned?”

“No,” she smiled. “But, hey, it’s not his fault. You’re a tough act to follow. I guess there’s just no replacing you.”

He was blushing again, he knew it. He couldn’t help it. “Yeah well, you guys still won tonight though, right?” He chucked nervously again. What was he nervous about. “Just proves what a great captain you are, I guess.”

“Thanks,” she said, tucking rough strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes darting to the ground. “And thanks for coming, you know you don’t have to right? I mean, I’m glad that you do but if you’re ever busy I understand-.”

“Nonsense, I always look forward to seeing you,” he said, then quickly tried to changed directions. “Seeing you kick butt that is! All of you, the team. You and the team, you on the team. Hmm.” He pretended to cough. “The human said she would message me live updates if ever I couldn’t make it but she’s not as familiar with the terms so it was less than helpful. Besides, it’s more fun being there in person.”

“That’s true, you are our lucky charm,” said Willow. “We’ve won every match you’ve gone to.”

“That’s because of your abilities as captain, not my spectatorship,” insisted Hunter.

“Hmm, well unless you miss a match I guess we’ll never know for sure,” mused Willow, hoping to never know for sure as they approached her house. “See you tomorrow?”

This was one of the parts that wasn’t easier, Hunter never knew how to say goodbye. It was much easier in text form, words were enough then but something about seeing her walk away made him want to talk longer. But he had nothing else to say about today’s match and he was sure she didn’t either. He just wanted to listen to her talk more.

“Yes, of course,” he said. He was already out later that he had told Darius he would be, he knew he and Flapjack would have to fly home faster than usual but still he could not drag himself away. “Um, same time?”

He didn’t need to ask that. The time was always the same. He knew that. He just needed an excuse to talk to her longer.

“Yes,” replied Willow. “We’re playing last years undefeated team, so we’ll definitely need our good luck charm. I’ll make sure you have the best seat.”

“You always do,” he said, mostly to himself. “Well, uh goodnight.”

“Goodnight,”

“Oh, wait your jacket!” exclaimed Hunter, remembering why he felt so warm and content. He started to take it off but Willow stopped him.

“Oh, that’s okay,” said Willow. “You can give it back to me tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, you’ll need it for the chilly flight home,” she said with a giggle. “Consider it a bribe to ensure you’ll be at the match tomorrow.”

“Well, uh, consider me bribed,” he laughed, hoping it was the right thing to say. She laughed as well. It was.

Hunter had the hardest time taking off Willow’s jacket. It was so pristine, which meant either she hadn’t worn it or she was extremely careful when she did. And she trusted him with it, a symbol of her leadership, to wear because simply he was cold. That’s all he had to do, he didn’t earn it. But now he held a piece of her long after they parted ways, delicately tracing the letters of her last name with the tip of his finger.

He knew she had worn it because it smelled like her; like dirt and bark and flowers, so many flowers. Willow smelled like a wild garden, all the plants came together in the air around her. Just when he thought he could pinpoint it to a single flower, she’d surprise him. He’d often be out on patrol, and sneak a sniff of a flower absentmindedly thinking of her when he’d realize how many things she was at once. She was a tornado in a green house, a gentle breeze in an open field, fresh cut grass meeting morning dew.

When he put his hands in the pockets he found they were full of seeds, which made him laugh because of course they were. Something about his hands being where he knew hers had been made him feel safe. Wearing it reminded him of her embrace, and being close to her. He felt warm. He hoped the Captain wasn’t too cold without her jacket and made sure he’d bring an extra jacket to the match tomorrow, already loathing the idea of having to wear something else.

During the day when he could not wear it he made sure it was safely and delicately folded and was excited to wear it again. He was excited to have Willow see him in it again. Maybe she’d call him cute again, but he didn’t linger too long on that thought.

“Hunter! Over here Hunter!” Luz called from the stands when she spotted him. “We saved you a seat!”

“You didn’t save anything this is always my seat,” Hunter replied. “Why do you have an engorged finger?”

Luz looked confusingly at her homemade green foam finger as though the idea wasn’t obvious. “Because we’re number one?”

“It’s a human thing,” Amity explained as Hunter sat down. “It’s dorky, but it’s cute.”

“That’s debatable,”

“Speaking of cuuuuute,” Luz began dramatically. “Are you wearing Willow’s flyer derby jacket?!”

“Huh? Well, not that it’s any of your business but yes,” he said smugly. “And I didn’t steal it if that’s what you’re thinking. The Captain insisted I wear it.”

As though on cue, Willow called out to Hunter from the field where the team was warming up and waved to him. Hunter eagerly waved back, before the eyes of those around him told him to dial it back a tad. Luz practically fell out of her seat.

“That’s so cuuuuute!” She squealed.

“You already said that,” he murmured, annoyed.

“I know! But it is! How did she ask you?”

“Ask me what?”

“To wear her jacket!”

“You mean how did she ask if I was cold?”

“Ugh! No! I mean what the jacket represents!”

“What are you babbling about human?”

“When someone on a sports team asks you to wear their jacket it means they like you,” said Luz, then realizing Hunter may not get the intended point she added for emphasis. “Like, like-like you. Ya know? That’s like classic rom com 101.”

Hunter tried to avoid getting flustered. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, that’s just a silly human thing.”

“No, it’s a thing here too,” said Amity, matter-of-factly.

“But maybe it’s not as common as you think,” said Hunter. “Maybe the Captain doesn’t know that!”

“Her dads used to wear each other’s flyer derby jackets so I’m pretty sure she knows,” said Amity nonchalantly before seeing the panicked look on Hunter’s face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine! W-why wouldn’t I be? I’m just wearing the Captain’s jacket and that means everyone will think.. she gave me... I gotta go!”

In a flash, Hunter teleported away from the pair who looked at each other confused.

The entire game, Hunter paced frantically beneath the bleachers. Flapjack did his best to calm him down, but Hunter could not be reasoned with. He watched in awe as Willow soared and shouted out strategies to her team as he was trying to find the right words to say what he was dreading to say. She was so strong and kind and beautiful... she didn’t even realize the mistake she had made. How was he supposed to tell her?

He waited until he was certain everyone had left. Her friend came up to say their congratulations and Hunter was hoping he could sneak the jacket back into her bag without being noticed but then he worried she might not see it at first and he couldn’t just leave it somewhere lest it fell on the ground. But he didn’t want to embarrass her by giving it back to her in front of people, he was already worried he’d had embarrassed her by wearing it.

Mid thought, he felt a familiar something wrap around his ankles and force him to the ground before dragging him away. He clung to the jacket for dear life, worried it would get stained. He opens his eyes and standing above him was no surprise, he’d know those vines anywhere.

“H-hey captain,” he chuckled nervously.

“What are you doing under there?” She asked with a grin. “I looked for you during the game and didn’t see you. I knew you didn’t leave though because we won. Told you you were our lucky charm.”

“Yeah sorry about that,”

“Did you not wanna sit with Luz and Amity? Luz explained that giant finger thing to me, if that’s what was bothering you...”

“No, no it’s not that it’s...” he held his breath. “Captain, I need to return your jacket!”

“Oh yeah!” She said as though she had forgotten she had entrusted him with such an important item. “Ya know, I’m not gonna need it tonight so you can hold onto it if you want, I know it’s still kinda-.”

“Captain, I-I hate to embarrass you but the huma-Luz informed me that it’s customary for athletes to allow another to wear aspects or extensions of their uniforms to signify that they’re... romantically involved.”

“Um... yeah? Sometimes, I guess.”

“And when you gave me your jacket, I accepted it not knowing it’s extra symbolic importance.”

“Oh.”

“I didn’t realize what I was taking from you,” he went on. “I should’ve returned it immediately in case you had plans for it.”

“Oh?”

“I don’t know much about this school or school in general, but I know that whoever you select to wear this jacket will be worthy,” he said. “You were kind to lend it to me in my time of need, but I’d hate to keep it from someone more deserving.”

“Hunter, I... it’s just a jacket...”

“But it says your name on it! It’s your jacket!” He rambled. “You worked hard for it! If anyone but you is going to wear it they have to be important! And worthy! And special! And-“

“Hunter,” she placed her hand on his shoulders to cut him off and looked directly into his eyes. “You are all of those things, I promise.”

“But, what if people think-?”

“They’ll think you’re cold,” she laughed. “Or they’ll think you look nice in it. Or they won’t care at all. If you’re uncomfortable wearing it, that’s okay. But I like seeing you in it; it feels like you’re still on the team. I-I’ve really missed getting to play with you.”

“Oh,” he said, embarrassed but he couldn’t pick just one reason. “I-I’ve missed playing with you too.”

“Ya know, I say you’re our lucky charm but I really mean you’re my lucky charm,” she admitted sheepishly, a tiny blush creeping on her face now. “That dodge and weave technique you thought of? It worked great! They never saw it coming!”

“You looked great,” said Hunter fondly. “Did great! I mean you did great, you played great! You always do.”

“Thanks,” she said and the two stood in silence for a moment before Willow zapped herself back to the moment. “So... you were worried about wearing my jacket because you thought I might want someone else to wear it?”

“Uh yeah,” he admitted, feeling as though he has overreacted. “But... I did like it. I do like it. I mean I really like... this jacket. It’s soft. And green. And nice. Like you. I mean, I-.”

“Well I’m glad you like it becaaaause,” she dramatically dug through her bag before pulling out another green jacket.

“Is that-?”

“I hadn’t sewn on all the patches yet so it wasn’t ready otherwise I would’ve given it to you yesterday, but ta-da! Your very own Emerald Entrails jacket!”

He took it cautiously in his hands as though it might crumble and marveled at it. It was the same as Willow’s, but the back had his name on it instead and where hers said Captain, his said-

“‘Lucky Charm,’” he read aloud, his voice wavering.

“Do you like it?” Willow asked excitedly.

“I love it,” he breathed, running his hand over the stitching. He could tell she did it by hand, she had worked so hard on this for him and he didn’t do anything to deserve it. “It’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.”

“Well, it’s maybe not as nice as your Golden Guard cape but I wanted to thank you,” she said. “You’re a big reason this team is even here, so I wanted to make sure you had a part of it.”

“Thank you, it’s-.” The wind blew and sent a small shiver down Hunter’s spine and out of the corner of his eyes he saw that it had affected Willow as well. It was colder than last night, and seeing Willow slightly shiver made him react without thinking. Instinctively, he put the jacket he held over her shoulders before the reality of what he did caught up with him. Her eyes widened at their closeness and her face quickly went from stunned to smug.

“Is this your way of asking me to wear your jacket?” she asked mischievously.

“What? No! I mean, not ‘no’ but it was because uh,” he sputtered. “I mean, that’s stupid because you already have a jacket. I mean not stupid! I just don’t want you to think I don’t wanna wear it, because I do! But I thought that since you looked cold-.”

“Because I’d love to,” she cut him off, then gently squeezed his hand. He exhaled, his breathing still shaky. “I think it’s only fair, since you got to wear mine.”

He nodded. “Deal,” he said, and followed her lead and he was always happy to do. He didn’t need to tell her what people might think because he didn’t care. He liked having something of Willow’s and he liked the idea that she had something of his.

“So, how do I look?” She said, twirling around in his jacket leaving it draped around her shoulders like a cape.

“Cute,” he said without thinking because it was true and they both blushed. They were both so focused on concealing their own face they didn’t notice the other’s. It was getting darker, usually they had left by now. But with double overtime and the exchanging of jackets, timekeeping just wasn’t a priority. “But uh, we should get going before your dads get too worried.” He was always so focused on what her dads thought when he was involved.

“Right,” she said as she began walk. She picked up her bag and struggled to sling it over her shoulder as she usually did, wanting to keep the aesthetic of the jacket on her shoulders. Hunter reached out to take the bag from her to carry it for her but she misunderstood his intention and transferred the bag into her other hand and slipped her free one into his and they continued to walk. He didn’t correct her, he tried not to react lest she misunderstand and decide to take her hand back. Be he imagined the sight of them: walking hand in hand in one another’s matching jackets and he held her hand more firmly. It felt so natural but so scary at the same time.

He hoped this part was a permanent addition to their after game routine.

Gilbert and Harvey watched fondly from the window as their daughter strolled down the path hand in hand with her escort.

“He’s wearing her jacket,” sang Harvey as he sipped his cup of tea.

“Seems she took a page from your book,” responded Gilbert with a light chuckle, sipping his.

“They look cute together,” his husband whispered endearingly and then looked closer. “Oh my titan, I think they’re-.”

“-holding hands,” Harvey finished, taking in the sight with fondness. “That’s a page from your book.”

“I’m gonna turn on the porch lights on when they get to the door,” said Gilbert mischievously, running to the front door.

“Oh please, Gilbert don’t embarrass the poor girl!” His husband called after, secretly loving the thrill.

“She’s wearing his jacket too,” he responded peeking through the curtains.

“Let’s open the door when the walk up,” decided Harvey, remembering a similar situation back when they were that age. They rushed to the door utterly giddy, trying to keep their voices hushed. They had been looking forward to this day for so long.

“We should ask him to stay for dinner and wear our old flyer derby jackets.”

“Let’s pace ourselves dear,” laughed Harvey. “I think we’ll have plenty of opportunities to scare the poor boy.”

#huntlow #toh #the owl house #huntlow fanfiction #Willow park #hunter wittebane #winter #winter toh

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chasing love . . . connie x reader

you get hurt on a mission; luckily, Connie's there to help you (and has no clue what he's doing).

fluff, hurt/comfort, slight crack?/humor, ambiguous place in the story timeline but there's no spoilers

by @cinnamon-girl-writes!

"That's a lot of blood. . ."

"No shit."

You sat slumped against the stone wall of a bakery somewhere in the Shiganshina district. You had been assigned to a mission here to take care of a few abnormals that had gotten through the wall when you had gotten injured by a titan.

You removed the hand that was pressed to your side so you could get a good look at your wound. It was a deep gash, the crimson leaking onto your scout uniform.

Connie hovered above you, pulling out a medical kit that he had grabbed from one of the horseback soldiers to patch you up. Where the hell are all the medics? he thought.

“Here– let me take care of this for you.” Connie grabbed the bandages out of your hand before you could worsen your injury. In truth: he had absolutely no clue what he was doing.

He started by peeling back the clothing that covered your injury, cutting it away with his pocket knife. The knife had been a gift from his father for his eighth birthday and it had come in handy multiple times before. He silently thanked his dad in his head for the gift.

He decided he ought to start by cleaning your wound.

“This might sting a little . . . do you want to hold my hand?”

You nodded. Normally, you would've been slightly embarrassed and told him to fuck off, but you were in a lot of pain and you could tell he was being genuine.

Using his free hand, he took out the sterilizing liquid and rubbed some of it over your wound. You hissed loudly in pain, squeezing his hand.

"Sorry! I forgot to warn you," Connie apologized.

He finally finished the bandage on your wound, but not without taking note of the feeling of his fingers against your skin. You feel just like satin, he thought. Shaking himself out of his delusions, he then instructed you to lean forward so he could wrap ACE bandage around your torso, securing the bandages he had put in place.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright," you said, nodding.

"Okay then, let's get you out of here."

He helped you up, practically carrying you off the ground. You leaned against the wall again, catching your breath. Connie noticed you shivering slightly– hopefully that didn't mean you had a fever from an infection to your wound– and noticed your scout jacket had gotten lost somewhere in the commotion of the battle and your injury.

"Here, take this," he says, wrapping his own jacket around your shoulders. You inhale shakily, taking in the scent of him from his jacket. You found it oddly comforting. You had known Connie since you were little, growing up in the small village together. You had been there for him when he lost his family and when he found out his mother was a titan, and he had been there for you when you needed him too. Over time, you had developed a crush on him, although you'd deny it to anyone who asked.

"Thanks,” you told Connie, blushing slightly at the thought of wearing his jacket.

“It’s no problem, really,” he said as the two of you started making your way to where you last saw the group. You leaned most of your weight on him since your wound was still hurting and would take a while to heal.

“Love you, idiot.”

You beamed back at him, not even caring about the bloody gash in your side at this moment. “Love you too, Connie.”

#attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #connie x reader #connie springer #connie aot #aot connie #aot

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am-i-obsessed---maybe · 9 months

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Drop-zone (Shadow Of A Bluejay Ch.3)

Coming back to this series after over a year!

I honestly forgot how easy writing was when 90% (figuratively) was transcribing an existing episode.

But seriously it's fun to come back to this even though I'm not super active in the fandom anymore

Main Masterlist

Series Masterpost

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings: canon typical violence

Star City July 22nd, 18:03 PDT

You adjusted the strap of the duffle bag hanging over your shoulder.

"You'll do great kiddo" Ollie said and you rolled your eyes.

"I know. This isn't my first mission. It isn't even my first mission without you" You told him.

"Give them some space Ollie. They'll do great. I'm sure of it" Dinah said and kissed the top of your head.

"Thanks Dinah." You said, put a pair of dark shades over your eyes and stepped into the zeta-tube.

"Recognized, B-01, Bluejay"

You weren't the first to arrive at the cave. Robin and Aqualad were already there, both in civvies. Like yours Robin's eyes were covered with dark shades.

"It is good to see you again Bluejay" Kaldur said and you nodded.

"Where's everyone else?" You asked.

"Superboy is on his way back with Miss Martian and Kid Flash has yet to arrive" He replied. "That sounds about right" You said and put down your duffle beside what you assumed was Robin's bag.

Unlike Kaldur, who's costume was probably under his jacket or Miss Martian who could change into her uniform with just a thought the two of you had to carry yours around with you.

Within a few minutes Wally ran in from the Cave's main entrance and Superboy and Miss Martian came in as well, followed by Batman. He turned on the cave's main computer and projected your mission behind him.

"Isla Santa Prisca. This Island nation is the primary source of a dangerous and illegal neo steroid. A strength enhancing drug sold under the street name Venom." You explained and the images of the island quickly changed to blueprints and maps of a factory.

"Infrared heat signatures indicate their factory is still operating in full capacity but all shipments of Venom have been inexplicably cut off. That's where this team comes in. This is a covert recon mission only." Batman emphasized. "Observe and report. If the Justice League needs to intervene it will."

And then The boy wonder Robin asked the most important question.

"So who's in charge?"

"Work that out between you" Batman instructed and sent you all on your way.

Caribbean Sea July 22nd, 20:08 ECT

"Drop zone A in 30" Miss M announced and you and Kaldur both stood up, your seats on the bioship melting into the rest of the craft.

The plan Batman explained had two dropzones. Dropzone A where you and Aqualad would be dropped into the ocean about half a mile away from the shore where the two of you would then swim to the island and patch over the heat and motion sensors, allowing Robin, Kid Flash, Superboy and Miss Martian to fly to drop-zone B undetected.

You placed a rebreather over your mouth just as Miss M opened a hatch under your feet and you and Aqualad both dove into the sea. Kaldur could swim incredibly fast by nature of being an Atlantean but you used your flight to maneuver quickly in the water. It wasn't as fast as flying but it was faster than most swimmers.

Within minutes Aqualad made it to shore and patched the sensors. The rest of the Team moved on to drop-zone B while you made it to shore and put away your rebreather.

"I always think I can keep up with you and I'm always wrong" You say to lighten the mood and Kaldur chuckles.

"Now is the time where I must keep up with you" He said as the two of you made your way into the island's jungle.

It took them a few minutes to make it but Miss M's voice came over your radio.

"Aqualad, Bluejay, drop B is go" She said.

You couldn't respond seeing as you were busy flying Kaldur over a cliff in the jungle but he told her that the two of you would track their GPS while they headed for the factory.

You and Kaldur stayed silent as you made your way to the rest of the team. An aspect of covert missions They didn't seem to understand as you heard them bicker over the radio.

"Superboy, KF, we're almost at your location. Switch to infrared and check if we're being tracked" You said and Wally and Superboy each found a squad that was heading your way.

Not a minute went by and you heard gunshots from their direction.

"Is everything okay?" You asked.

"Yeah, the two squads found each other," Wally said.

"Swing wide, steer clear" Kaldur ordered.

"Yeah, yeah, just as soon as I find Rob" Wally said and promptly tripped, falling between the two squads.

"Are you kidding me?" You muttered and picked up Kaldur, deciding that flying would get you to your teammates faster than running.

As was expected once the team was found a fight broke out. Superboy went straight for Bane who was leading one of the squads. Robin jumped down from the trees and took out goons while Kid Flash dodged bullets and regained his footing.

You were almost there, you could hear more bickering over the radio and arrived just in time to knock out the last goon.

The six of you tied up both squads of now knocked out goons (and Bane) and regrouped.

"I recognize those uniforms, they belong to the Cult of the Kobra" Robin said.

"I am certain Batman would have mentioned it if he knew a dangerous extremist was running Santa prisca's Venom operation" Kaldur added.

"Agreed" You and Robin said.

It became clear that the Kobra Cult had overtaken the island from Bane and his goons.

"We get it, Kobra wanted super cultists, mystery solved. Radio Bats and we'll be home in time for—"

You cut Wally off. "Except the cultists aren't on Venom. They don't have any of the signs. Kobra must be hoarding it. I don't think our mission is done yet."

"Agreed" Robin said.

”We’re not leaving until I know why Kobra’s hoarding this stuff” Robin said.

“Until you know why?” Wally questioned.

“Yeah, this team needs a leader,” Robin retorted.

“And it’s you? Dude you’re a 13 year old kid who ducked out on us without a word” Wally said. His tone was harsh but not mean. Robin laughed.

“And you’re a mature 15? You blew our cover first chance you got” Robin threw back and you massaged your temples. You loved the two of them. They were your best friends but they could get on your nerves.

You looked at Kaldur as they argued. He was the oldest member of the Team at 18 with you following behind at a slightly younger 15. (Still a month and a half older than Wally as you liked to remind him)

M’gann and Superboy didn’t really count. Their experience of their age wasn’t usual.

“Are you gonna step in?” You asked Kaldur and he shook his head.

“Are you?” He asked.

“Maybe to slap them.” You muttered and Bane seemed to find your team’s disorganization funny as he laughed at your squabbling.

“Such clever ninos, but you only know half the story. Let me show you the rest, I can get you into the factory via my secret entrance” He said and you stared him down.

Why would he help you?

“There is a secret entrance but he’s also hiding something” Miss M confirmed.

“It’s not that complicated. The enemy of my enemy is my friend” Bane said.

You all looked between each other and agreed. For now you’d let Bane show you to the factory but as you walked Superboy pulled you aside.

“I don’t trust him. He was talking earlier, I didn’t get all of it but it isn’t good” He said and you nodded.

“Sounds about right. We’re on the same side but only until he has the chance to get his island back” You told him.

Bane led you to a cliff overlooking the factory where you had a good vantage point to see Kobra preparing the Venom for a buyer.

“We need to identify that buyer” Kaldur said.

You kept your eyes on Bane. If he was going to pull something, he would do it now.

He moved a large boulder revealing an entrance to the factory from the cliff through some old mines.

“So now el luchador is our leader” Wally grumbled and you pulled him into the mines by the ear.

“Come on”

“Ow, ow, I’m coming, stop pinching” Wally whined as he followed into the mines.

Bane opened the gate to the factory and after making sure the coast was clear you snuck in. Within seconds Robin was gone and KF ran off trying to find out who the buyer was before him, as if this mission was some kind of competition.

“While Wonder Bird and Mr. Speedy Gonzales have their little contest let’s see what we can find from here” You said and flew up to a higher perch to see the shipment being prepared.

“It’s a massive shipment” Aqualad said.

“Yeah but look, they’re only taking new product off the line. They’re not touching the old stuff” Superboy added.

“Maybe freshness counts?” Miss M asked.

“Or maybe they’re different. Maybe Kobra changed the recipe” You said.

“There’s a helicopter coming” Superboy warned.

“Miss Martian, can you use your camouflage to get closer and see who the buyer is?” Aqualad asked and Miss M nodded, stealthily flying off.

Meanwhile you helped fly Aqualad and Superboy up to a rafter to better stay hidden. You decided to let Bane find his own way up.

“Sportsmaster is the buyer.” Aqualad said after receiving a mental image from M’gann. He immediately tried to reach Red Tornado back at the cave over radio while you tried to reach Robin and Kid Flash to tell them to regroup.

“Ugh, I can’t reach the league. It’s all static” He groaned.

“Robin and KF are blocked too. They probably jammed all radio communication” You said.

“We need a plan, now.” Aquald said.

“I have a suggestion” Bane said and screamed as he jumped down from the rafter.

Both you and Kaldur looked at each other, confused as to his plan until a monster jumped through the window above, taking down the rafter you were all on in an attempt to get to bane.

You caught Aqualad, floating him down safely while Superboy safely landed.

The mammoth of a creature roared and while looking at it you realized this thing had probably been given this new Venom.

You braced for a fight as Superboy tackled Mammoth and you and Aqualad took on the goons, more and more of which were coming.

The ruckus also caught Robin and Kid Flash’s attention, finally bringing them back to the rest of the team as you tried to hold off the Kobra cult.

“I thought you learned not to run off” You told Wally as you kicked a goon who was aiming at him.

“It was fine” He said, brushing it off and quickly taking cover behind a support column. A cover where you quickly joined him in an attempt to avoid the bullets being fired at you by the Kobra cult.

That’s when your most hated sensation returned and you felt someone in your mind. You hadn’t heard Kaldur tell M’gann to psychically link you all.

Your hands flew up to brace your head as you groaned and Wally put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey it’s alright” He told you out loud and after taking a breath the panic subsided.

“We need to regroup” Kaldur said through the link.

“A bit busy now” Robin replied.

“Robin. Now.” Kaldur said and with a groan the boy wonder ran in.

The six of you ran back into the mines. At some point Bane had gotten away but that wasn’t important now.

The metal door didn’t hold for long and you all ran or flew as fast as you could while dodging the bullets being fired at you.

“Superboy the support beams!” Kaldur said and Superboy nodded, punching the nearest beam and collapsing the mine, leaving you cut off from the factory.

With the threat of the cultists gone you all stopped to regroup.

You pulled a small but effective lantern out of your belt that lit the mine blue.

“Ugh, how could my first mission as leader go so wrong?” Robin questioned.

“You do have the most experience but perhaps that is exactly what has left you unprepared. Fighting alongside Batman your roles are defined. You two do not need to talk, but this team is new and a leader must be clear. He cannot vanish and expect others to play parts in an unknown plan” Kaldur said, trying to comfort Robin.

“Oh so I’m supposed to hold everyone’s hand?!” Robin asked.

“Not hold hands but explain. Communicate. This team isn’t a well oiled machine yet. It’s still building” You stopped. You had planned to simply comfort Robin but—

“Maybe we need someone who’s already used to very clear communication.” You said and looked at Kaldur.

Robin followed your line of sight and smiled.

“I agree, I think Kaldur should lead us” He said.

“Please! I can run circles around him!” Wally explained and you turned your eyes to him, raising a questioning brow.

“Come on, you know he’s the one. We all do” Robin said.

M’gann agreed. “Hello Meghan! It’s so obvious”

“Could’ve told ya” Superboy agreed and with that even Wally was convinced.

Kaldur looked between all of you, he walked up to Robin, “If it is unanimous then I accept the burden, until you are ready to lift it from my shoulders” He said, looking down at Robin.

“You were born to lead this team, maybe not now but soon” He told the boy wonder. You had some sarcastic replies to that but they would have to come later. Robin needed this comfort.

“Alright, our first priority is preventing that shipment from leaving this island.” Aqualad announced.

Though Bane tried to stop you, you ultimately made it back to the factory the long way and just in time to stop the shipment.

KF went in first and then Superboy and Aquqalad worked together to take on Mammoth while Robin took on Kobra himself.

Miss M was about to join them when you stopped her.

“Can you place these bombs while camouflaged?” You asked her, holding out a handful of bombs you kept in your utility belt. She nodded.

“Then you go, I’ll hold off sportsmaster” You said and she did as you said.

“Hey Sportsmaster! You’re awfully far from Coast city�� You said as you tackled him.

“Well if it isn’t Canary’s little bird” He said as he dodged your attack. You were familiar with Sportsmaster in more ways than he knew and knew his fighting style well. More than well enough to keep him busy and when Miss martian was done to take a hit enough for him to think he could escape.

“Thanks for the workout Birdy but i gotta fly” He said and took off in the helicopter.

You looked at Miss Martian as she uncamouflaged and she smiled.

When Sportsmaster was far enough away you detonated the bombs and watched as his helicopter blew up above the island.

With the Shipment dealt with, the only one left was Kobra. Robin had done well but not nearly well enough. But as he saw his goons gone, his factory ablaze and the shipment of his Venom destroyed he ran, somehow managing to disappear into the shadows of the jungle.

WIth the bad guys beaten and the comfortable breeze of the jungle to calm your nerves you dusted off the dirt and grime that had covered your suit during your fight with Sportmaster.

Robin turned from the forests where Kobra disappeared to look at the team. He smiled and Aqualad.

“We picked the right guy to lead… Automatically making you the right guy to explain this mess to Batman” He said, laughing and you joined him.

“Good luck Kaldur” You told him.

Mount Justice July 23rd, 10:01 EDT

Turns out just because Kaldur had to break the news to Batman doesn’t mean he’ll be the only one reprimanded. Batman bit into all of you pretty hard but what surprised you was the praise that followed.

“No battle plan survives first contact with the enemy. How you adjust to the unforeseen is what determines success and how you choose who leads determines character” He said before dismissing all of you.

“Looks like Batman agrees with our choice of leader” You joked once he left.

“It seems so,” Kaldur agreed, though somewhat sheepishly.

“So what now? We each just go home?” Wally asked.

“Well it’s a fresh morning, how about we all change back to civvies and we can go to a diner. There’s a really great place I know in Star City” You said and with a lot of nodding it was agreed.

#dc young justice #young justice season 1 #gender neutral reader #gn reader #dc x reader #young justice x reader #metahuman reader #shadow of a bluejay #reader insert #gn!reader #gn reader x dc #yj x gender neutral reader #yj season 1 #yj x reader

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Quality Over Quantity : a Billy Russo x reader FF : ONE

You stood in the middle of Maria and your niece and nephew, shuffling between smoothing Frankie’s tucked in shirt and your own skirt. Your sister scoffed fondly at you and tugged you back over to her side, holding tightly onto your hand.

“Calm down” she told you, squeezing gently. “It’s just Frank. There’s no need to look fancy and all put together, hon.”

“But there will be soldiers, Maria!” you replied, bouncing on your toes to get a better look as the plane door eased open.

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the smile unfurling across her mouth like a flag as her husband stepped into view, lugging a heavy army issue duffel on one shoulder. She, too, began to bounce a little in excitement, and you grinned, waving at your brother-in-law. He gave you a broad smile and waved back, two stepping it down the foldout stairs.

Then another man sauntered down behind him, and your mouth went dry. You quickly elbowed Maria in the ribs and she glanced at you, eyebrows raised.

“What?”

You had just enough self control to not point like a middle school girl; you were thirty, after all.

“Who is that?” you whisper demanded.

Maria snorted.

“That’s Billy Russo” she informed you. “Frank’s best friend.”

“And?”

She rolled her eyes again at your bare faced enthusiasm.

“And” she continued. “He’s a real ladies’ man, so watch out.”

Stepping off the plane, Billy tapped Frank on the shoulder and indicated his waiting family with a jerk of his head.

“Who’s that?” he asked him, curious.

Frank didn’t even need to check twice to know who he meant.

“Maria’s younger sister” he answered.

“Huh. I didn’t know she had one of those.”

Frank snorted.

“That’s because we kept her away from you” he retorted. “And she’s only just moved back from Miami. She’s staying with us while she looks for a place.”

“What does she do?”

“She’s a midwife.”

Their strides ate up the concrete between them and Frank’s waiting family, so Billy stopped talking and just drank you in as he closed the gap.

There wasn’t time to say anything else as the two men were too close already, so you waited until it was your turn to hug Frank and stretched up on your tiptoes to look over his shoulder at his friend. Billy. Must be William. You held onto Frank longer than necessary as Billy eyed you back, smirking a little.

“You are about as subtle as a brick to the face, lil’ sis” Frank murmured in your ear, amused.

You let him go and stepped back.

“I know” you told him. “It’s a gift.”

He snorted and manouevred around you to take his wife’s hand. You turned to fall into step and felt goosebumps shiver up your arms as someone took up the space next to you, heat radiating.

“I take it you’re the little sister” Billy said, his voice smooth and soft as silk. “I saw you lookin’ at me.”

“The whole runway saw me looking at you” you replied, covering your nerves. “I don’t really do subtle.”

“Do you do soldiers?”

You tipped your head back and shielded your eyes so you could see his face without being blinded and falling over. He was even better looking up close. Almost black hair, eyes to match and a smile to melt the sun.

“I’ll let you know.”

You pivoted on the spot and began walking backward, keeping him in your sights as you looked him down and up, from the tops of his highly polished black boots to the name patch on his jacket.

“I do like a man in a uniform.”

You heard Maria call out your name and you turned back around and sprinted to catch up, your skirt fluffing out around your thighs.

“Baby girl!”

You spun, cheeks flaming and eyes wide. Billy was grinning, his gaze cocky.

“Frank has my number!”

You bit your lip.

“Okay” you said quietly. “William.”

Something flashed in his dark eyes but it was gone as soon as it came and you thought you might have imagined it.

You caught up to your family and Frank tossed a seemingly casual arm over your shoulders.

“Be careful” he warned in your ear. “He’s pretty, but he sleeps around.”

You shrugged.

“I can tell that” you replied. “I’ll be careful, Frank. I won’t let him get under my skin.”

He sighed and ruffled your hair.

“It’s not your skin I’m worried about” he muttered, releasing you.

You looked over your shoulder to see Billy still watching you from a distance. He gave you a quick smile and you turned back, mind whirring, echoing his name over and over again.

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falsemortal · 1 year

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Ride 🏍

The clink and clutter of mugs in the sink, hot scalding water and the light of another sleepy morning just cracking through the white linen curtains. The start of the weekend.

Laura, still in her pink pajama shorts and white cami, had just finished washing out her coffee mug when she felt a familiar warm body press her into the sink from behind. Thick fingers smoothing her recently cut, but messy from sleep wavy hair to the side to reveal her nape before placing a gentle kiss there. Those same hands sliding down her sides before resting on her hips.

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” Another brush of lips on her neck and a subtle squeeze around her middle.

“Good morning, sunshine-” She smiled, pushing back against him and feeling the telltale sign of his uniform, “Did you have a good night? Just made a fresh pot of coffee.”

“Mm, quiet patrol shift,” He entangled his arms around her, took the freshly cleaned mug from her hands before pressing a kiss to the top of her head and stepping away, “Only one traffic stop, young kid with an expired registration.”

“You go easy on them?” She smirked, turning to watch him pour himself a mug of coffee, “Or you scare the shit outta them?”

“They got a warning,” He snorted as he poured a little bit of creamer into his coffee, he took a sip after stirring it and eyed the blonde, “Do you have plans for today?”

“Not particularly,” she crossed her arms and leaned back into the counter casually, “I was going to tackle the laundry pile, maybe try and get some of the weeding in the front garden done-”

“Do.. d’ya wanna go for a ride?” He raises his brows, wetting his lip.

Laura blinks, her eyes darting from his face down farther with her mouth open to quip back until he interrupts.

“I- I meant a drive, like outta town or..” He shook his head, embarrassed, “Not that I wouldn’t mind if you took.. took a ride.”

“I’d love to go for a drive,” She broke into a smile and sauntered up to him, tugging lightly on his tie as he took another sip. She absolutely loved how bashful he got when she forward with him, “Save a seat for me later?”

“Of course, ma’am,” He snorted into his coffee, then murmured, “Pretty sure you’ve got a permanent permit for this seat.”

"I better," Laura tiptoed upwards until she planted a kiss on his cheek. “Any place in particular we’re going?”

“No, it’s a surprise,” he gave her a soft smile, “I’m gunna squeeze in a nap before getting a shower, if that’s alright with you.”

“You’re the one with the plans,” she purred into his touch as he reached out and cupped her cheek for a second, then stepped back, “I’ll get my shower now then.”

Travis smacked her on the ass with a chuckle as she left him in the kitchen. A nervous fluttering in his stomach and chest as he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text.

[ You sure she’s ready? We’ll be there before noon.] A buzz.

[I’ll drop her off beside the garage.]

–––

Travis felt ridiculous when he caught himself in the mirror, but the look in Laura’s giant blue eyes set him aflame as he stepped out onto the porch of their small house.

“Well, hello there, daddy,” she smirked, looking him up and down, “I guess I missed the dress code memo.” He was fully dressed in worn, black leather; the only hint of skin was his neck and face.

He rolled his eyes at the flirtatious jab, but smiled nonetheless as he extended a gift bag towards the love of his life, she gently took it from him and peeked inside. “You’ll have to break it in-” “Travis! I love it!” She held up the contents of her bag, a black leather jacket with a full moon embroidered patch centered on the backside. She hugs it to her chest then looks back at him, “But.. where.. What are we doing?”

“Put it on,” he wet his lip as he watched her do as he said, then he gently took her hand, “Close your eyes and come with me.”

“O...kay,” she quirked her brow but followed along, keeping herself close as they both shuffled across their gravel driveway. Her other hand tucked into the fold of his arm.

“Now, I’m not having a mid-life crisis-” He started, then sighed as he kicked a bit of gravel, “So.. don’t think that, okay, please? Um, you can open your eyes.”

In front of her was a cream colored motorcycle.

“What?” She looked from the bike, to Travis, then back to his attire. Noticing how much older his leather jacket looked, to his dark pants that had scuffs on the knees, then to the black boots. Her eyes go back up to his face, “...Travis?”

“It’s been a few years,” he looks away from her nervously, “Bobby and I have been fixing her up during the winter, but um, we think she’s finally ready to be reunited with the road.”

He looks back at her, and she can see the anxiety dripping out of him, “If.. if you don’t want to, it’s fine. I just.. thought it might be fun to have you come along. It feels more free, instead of being cooped up in a car-”

“I’d love to,” she gently smooths her hand over the spot where she knows is scarred flesh on his forearm, which makes him shut up immediately like she pressed his off switch, “I’ve never been on a motorcycle before though.”

“It’s okay,” His lip tugs into a small smile, “If you don’t like it, we’ll come straight back and I won’t bring it up again.”

“If you like it,” she slides the jacket on, clearly pleased with how it feels, then places her hands on his hips, pulling him in closer, “I’m sure I’ll like it.”

He grins, kissing her forehead. —

After a bit of looking through the garage, Travis found the dusty helmets and cleaned them out. Laura asked, “...how long had you been riding? And.. why didn’t I know about this?”

“Before the highway rerouted traffic around North Kill, we had a police motor squad,” He chuckled, “It got phased out about fifteen years ago, and I guess I got addicted to the feeling. I haven’t had the luxury to get back to it, because, y’know, but Bobby and I found the lot where the county sold the old bikes to.”

“So this is your old bike?” She looked closer at the white motorcycle, seeing the slight hint of an old ‘North Kill Police Department’ emblem on the front fender.

“Mmm, ‘bout that-” His eyes flicker away, “Couldn’t get the one that had been issued to me all those years ago. Accident, got totaled.”

Laura is quiet, as she rests her hand on his.

“It’s fine,” he flips his hand over and squeezes her smaller one before pulling it up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. “Bike took most of the hit.”

Laura opens her mouth to say something but Travis is already moving along, holding up one of the helmets, a humorous glint in his eye, “Laur, would you do me the honor?” She grins, bowing her head to him, once the helmet was on, she let out a slightly muffled, “Closest I’ll get to a proposal..” comment.

Travis stiffened, he had clearly heard her. His hands moved to be on her shoulders. He flicks the visor up on the helmet with his thumb, and Laura is blinded by his look of pure adoration. “Maybe. You don’t know when I might pop the question.”

Laura’s eyes widen, but Travis just flicks the visor back down with a chuckle.

“Okay, so,” He gestures to the bike, “The poor girl is older, so she might not be as spry as those newer bikes you see out on the road. Something I relate to as well,” he chuckles, “But, I’m sure she’ll be a smooth ride.”

“Where we gonna go?” Laura struggles with the visor until she finally gets it, she watches Travis straddle the motorcycle, and something about seeing him on it makes her body heat up.

“Mmm,” he hums, putting his own helmet on. “We’ll see.”

The startup of the old bike is loud and takes a couple tries, but the sound eventually evens out and purrs. The grin on Travis’ face is enough to make Laura burst out in laughter, she has to compete with the sound of the engine, “Do I need to give you two some alone time? I feel like I’m the third wheel here.”

“Would you be mad if I wanted to do a quick loop around the neighborhood alone?” Travis looks and feels more alive than he has in years and who is Laura to tell him no. He looks apologetic, “I wanna make sure she’s good enough for you.”

“Go ahead,” she smiles, watching him as he kicks up the kickstand and does a slow circle around her. “Go on, go have fun with your side girl.”

“I’ll be right back,” he smiles back, “Love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too, sunshine,” she goes to sit down on their front porch, watching Travis do another slow circle around the driveway before pulling out down the road, a bit of gravel kicking back towards the garage as he did so.

–

Travis felt amazing, the familiar high of being on the road like this was exhilarating. The wind whipping past him, the asphalt under him- He was alive, and better yet, he couldn’t wait to share this with Laura.

The world blasted past him as he made his way down the windy country road. The woods surrounding him are just a green blur, the rumble of the engine was similar to that of his heart.

He slowed the bike down once he got to the covered bridge that went into town, then pulled off to the side and took out his phone to send Bobby a text.

[Did K and C make it okay? Haven’t gotten anything from them yet.]

A soft buzz as a reply comes in.

[Yeah, Ma had them do something with her first, but they’re on the way now. K has the box.] Travis smiled down at his phone, his heart fluttering.

[Thanks B]

He pockets his phone and makes his way back to the house, only sliding the tiniest bit in the gravel before stopping with a grin. His eyes immediately find Laura sitting on the porch step, “You ready, sweetheart?”

“Yep!” She jumps up and makes her way over, she tries to calm herself because fuck Travis was hot on a motorcycle. Well, she already thought he was hot, but him on a bike and covered basically head to toe in leather? She was seconds from throthing at the mouth and taking him here and now. “So I just put my leg over and hold onto you?”

“Yeah, one sec,” Travis puts the kickstand up and adjusts for her to get on. “You’ll put your feet on the footrests so you don’t get any burns,” he taps the spot, ”You can either hold onto the handles here,” he turns to show her said handles, “Or you can hold onto me, um, around the torso.”

“So… I just get to hug you the whole time?” She smirks, taking a step up to the bike, ready to straddle.

“Mmhmm,” he hums, grinning to himself, glad that the helmet blocks some of his face, “If you see it as that, yeah.”

Laura hops up like she was born to ride, her arms gently slide around his waist and she squeezes lightly. She flicks her visor down with ease. “Ready.”

Travis can feel her heart thumping against his back, so he takes it easy and slow when they pull out of their driveway. Her grip tightens around him and they’re off.

–

Laura was overwhelmed.

Firstly, the free feeling that Travis had tried to explain earlier? She got it. Being on the back of the bike was a lot and she absolutely was glowing about it. Just the two of them, so close together, seeing the sights and just.. living.

Secondly? She was so goddamn turned on and wet. She knew she was close to her period, she knew how horny she got the week before (and well, Travis did, too) but this was a whole other level. Her hands trembled in their spot on Travis’ hips, the want to dip forward and just cup and caress him over his pants was way too tempting. She had to stop herself from shifting back and forth in her seat, the vibration from the engine was teasing her to the point she thought she would go crazy.

As if he could tell she needed a break, they started to slow down and pull into a small park. They pass a few picnic tables and a pavilion covered with birthday decorations, as well as a playground that was screaming with young kids.

Travis eases them into a more secluded parking spot near a fountain and cuts the engine. She gets her helmet off first, then sits back as he takes his off and she can’t help herself, she presses a soft kiss to the thinning spot on the back of his head, resulting in him making a pleased noise and turning around the best he can. “You like it so far, Laur?”

“I love it,” she grins a little too toothily, scooting closer to him and smoothing her hands over his chest before curling around his neck and playing with the tiny hairs there. She absolutely notices the way his breathing changes and his pupils dilate as she gets closer, she purrs into his ear, “I loved it a lot.” “Laur-” He moans when she pulls on his hair, a soft pant following, “Fuck, didn’t know it would rile you up.”

“Well,” She wets her lip, a nervous tick she’s picked up from him after these past three years together. She breathes warmly against his throat before she gently latches on and sucks just under his jaw, the way she knew he liked it, plus she was able to get the most delicious noises out of him if she nibbled a little harder. Taking great pleasure in feeling him shudder, she breaks away for a moment when his hands slide up and down her back until they shift down far enough to cup her ass and lift her into his lap. “I’ve got the sexiest partner in the world, it’s kinda hard not to get riled up every moment of the day with him around.”

Laura grinds down on him, knowing that despite the restraint of his leather pants at the moment, he’s hard as a rock. The pressure of her on him makes his eyes roll back just slightly as he pants, “God, this isn’t what I planned for today, I swear-” he shudders as he tries to get his mouth to work, “Not that I mind where you’re going with it. I just-”

“Uncle T! Laura!” A bright cheerful voice that the blonde was definitely not expecting and the girl behind it seemed oblivious to the scene before her, “There you guys are! We’ve been waitin’ for ten minutes, old man.”

“Sorry, Kay, we were-” “Yeah, yeah, I know,” The petite girl waves her hand back and forth, “You’re total lovebirds, I know. Y’all can’t stop ‘macking on each other-”

Laura feels Travis deflate a little bit, his face was bright red, but his hands stay on her, almost using her ass as a stress relief ball. “Alright alright, now ‘git, we’ll be over in a moment,” he looks sheepishly apologetic at the blonde as his niece walks away, “As I was trying to say, I invited over some family for a picnic. I hope you don’t mind.”

She shakes her head, chuckling before kissing the tip of his nose. “I don’t, but um,” she blushes, “Your niece just saw her favorite uncle almost get his bones jumped, are you not a little.. Embarrassed?”

“Of course I am,” he says plainly, “But, I’ve got the most beautiful-” he presses a kiss to her cheek, “The most smartest,” another kiss to her other cheek, “And the most badass and tough partner,” A soft kiss to her lips, only slightly nipping as he pulls away, “Who never backs away from challenge.. Or a family event.”

“Maybe so,” Laura giggles, peppering his face with light kisses in retaliation. “But, just know, we’re not done with this.” She shifts her hips, pressing into him, her mouth a hair's width away from his ear, “I can postpone until later, but not for too long. I’m fucking soaked and it’s all your fault.”

Travis moans, squeezing her ass once more before pushing her back some, his voice low and husky with arousal, “Ma’am, this is a family friendly event. Don’t tempt me into taking you somewhere private.”

She smirks and gets up off the bike, “Just like our first date.”

The older man stammers, licking and biting his lip, “Hey, I said I was sorry about moving too quickly that night-”

“Shhh,” she shushes him, kissing him again, “I liked you taking charge, plus, it really showed me a glimpse of how much stamina you have.”

He smiles and rolls his eyes, taking her helmet and stashing it with his in the storage. “Okay, but really, are you okay with this? I only invited a few of my folks.”

“..Your mom?” Laura bit her lip, suddenly feeling small.

He shakes his head, “‘Naw, I don’t think she’d wanna come to this, only way she would is if she set it up.”

Laura takes his hand and squeezes it, “That’s okay, we don’t need her here to have a good time.”

He nods, squeezing her hand back. His voice cracks, “We don’t. I just need you.”

She smiles at him, kissing his knuckles and tugging him in the direction that Kaylee went. “C’mon, we can’t keep ‘em waiting.”

–

It’s a short walk over a hill, similar to the pavilion they drove past earlier but this one was decorated with a couple golden star balloons. Laura sees Kaylee and Caleb, as well as Bobby and Chris, but as they get closer she stops in her tracks. “Dad? ..Mom?”

“Hey there, my little Laura Flora,” the taller blonde man smiles, opening his arms in greeting. Laura feels Travis let go of her hand and move away. “Laura! There’s my baby girl,” the petite woman practically tackles her with affection. “And Travis! Get in here!”

Travis blushes, standing to the side awkwardly with his own family giving him a look, “You sure, ma’am?”

“You’re family to us, you join in on the group hug,” Mr. Kearney grins.

Laura’s face is beet red as she’s essentially squeezed with love and affection. “What.. what are you guys doing here?” “Your man here invited us,” Mrs. Kearney grabs Travis by the cheek and jiggles his face, “Such a sweetheart.”

Travis stammers and pulls away from her grasp, blushing profusely as he hears his own family start to snicker. “I.. I just thought it would be nice.”

Laura grabs his hand and tugs on it, “It’s a five hour trip for them-” “It’s three hours now, with the new highway route,” Laura’s dad interrupts, but then gestures for her to continue when he gets that look from his wife.

Travis looks sheepish, opening his mouth to say something but it’s Kaylee who asserts herself. “Hi! I’m Kaylee and Uncle T’s favorite-” “Hey!” Caleb gets up from the picnic table, pocketing his phone he’d been practically glued to since they arrived, “That’s not true, Uncle T doesn’t do favorites.”

“That’s because you’re not his favorite,” the girl sassed back, but then turned back to the Kearney’s with a sweet, innocent face, “I’m pleased to meet you guys, your daughter has really made Uncle T happy, so by association, you’ve made me and our whole family happy, well, except Grammy and Pawpaw.”

The couple look at each other for a moment before letting go of their own daughter and scooping Kaylee into a huge hug.

Laura looks at Travis with tears in her eyes, leaning up on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Trav.”

He gives her a gentle smile, brushing his thumb on her cheek to wipe away a stray tear as it slid down her face. “Anything for you sweetheart. Now, you want to see what else we got planned or do you just wunna keep getting bombarded by your parents?”

She leans into him, wiping the rest of her tears away as she laughs. “Show me.”

—

Hours pass and the sun is starting to droop behind the hills, casting warm purple and orange light around the park. The combined families have spent a good portion of their time playing lawn games, eating dishes that everyone brought from home, and just talking about life. At some point, Travis had taken Mr. Kearney to the side, away from the small gathering.

“Sir, I.. I know I’m a bit old fashioned,” Travis starts, feeling very strange to be calling someone so close to his own age sir, but here he is. “I want to ask for your permission to marry your daughter. She’s.. She’s everything dear to me, such a bright light in my life-”

“Travis,” Mr. Kearney, George, puts a hand on his shoulder, “I’ve never heard my daughter utter a bad thing about you ever since the two of you started dating. I’ve never seen her so happy- Yes,” he squeezes his shoulder, “You have my permission, if it was ever even needed because I know that girl of mine would twist my arm behind my back so fast if I said no.”

He grinned, causing Travis to return a smile. “That she would, she’s always gotta have her way.”

—

Travis and Laura were cuddled up beside each other on the bench when the blonde saw Kaylee gently push something into Travis’ hand.

She thought nothing of it until they were saying their goodbyes to her parents. Travis had taken her hand gently, and if anything, she felt it tremble as they walked back over the hill towards their parking spot, but instead, Travis took her to the fountain beside it.

“Laura, sweetheart,” he started, taking her hand and putting it over his own wildly thumping heart, “You mean the world to me, do you know that?”

“Trav, what’s wrong?” Her eyes widened, then it’s like they were the only two people in the whole world when he went down to a single knee and looked up at her with glistening eyes. She gasped.

“I know you joked earlier about this, you always seem to be one step ahead of me-” He chuckled, but it came out a bit choked, “Laura, I love you with my entire being.. We’ve.. We’ve made a lot of memories these past three years.” “And.. and while I don’t have a whole lotta time on this earth anymore, I would love to spend the rest of it with you,” Tears slide down his face, he pops open the box to reveal a gleaming rose-gold ring with a u-shape of leaves with tiny clear diamonds in each. “Laura Kearney, will you marry me?”

Her legs give out and she drops down with him with a loud sob, her arms wrap around him so fast and the momentum makes them both tumble over on the grass. Laura plastered herself to him and is crying into his chest, enthusiastically repeating ‘yes’ and ‘oh my god’ as she eventually makes her way up to his face to kiss him deeply. Some clapping and hollering make them both stop and look up to see Laura’s parents, Chris and his kids, and Bobby cheering for them on the hill. “Did she say yes?” Chris yells. Travis looks back up at Laura, who's still laying on top of him, “You.. you did say ‘yes’ didn’t you?”

She playfully slaps his chest before yelling back with a huge grin, “She did!”

Travis grins, tears pricking his eyes once again, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiles back, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose as she brushes his cowlick off his forehead, she sits back, straddling his legs.

Travis sits up and puts his hand palm up at her, voice soft, “If I may?”

Laura places her hand in his, her heart thumping as he slides the ring onto her finger. He kisses the knuckle and withdraws, only to rest their foreheads together. The small group surrounds them, congratulating the two, but not before both Kaylee and Chris take out their phones and snap some pictures of the two snuggled in the grass with tears in both of their eyes. Travis gets up first, helping Laura to her feet. Pride in his chest as he feels the cold metal on his palm. “Was this part also planned?” She smiles at him.

He nods, blushing, “It almost didn’t happen, when you brought it up earlier I thought you knew.”

Laura and Travis’ phones both buzz simultaneously with photos of their engagement from afar and then close up from just a few minutes ago. They’re both overwhelmed with love and support from the combined little family that they both have, that they both share now.

A familiar, small hand slides into his, “C’mon, your future wife needs some time with her future husband.”

—

..and they’re back on the road, Laura tightly holding onto Travis as the world zooms past them.

It isn’t long until they’re slipping into their driveway, lips locked and Laura shoving Travis into the front door of their house, her hands pulling at his leather jacket, desperate to tease and grab onto his love handles as he ground into him.

“Trav, fuck, I love you so much,” she whined as they finally got the door open, stumbling inside. “Need you.”

“I’m here, sweetheart,” He kicked the door shut and locked it, within seconds he was on her, taking the lead now. He stripped her of her jacket, the borrowed flannel she wore underneath with the lacy black bra that drove him crazy, he cupped his large palms over her small breasts, drawing out more gasps and pleased noises from the woman. “I’m here, what do you need? I’ll give you everything you want, anything.”

“Want what we started earlier,” She bit her lip, sighing at the relief of his hands as they rolled over her hard nipples, it wasn’t enough however. “Take me to bed, Travis.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice as he lifts her with ease, despite knowing that he’ll pay for it later, but now? He’s got the love of his life in his hands and he wants the best for her, and that means giving her exactly what she wants.

Laura’s fingers are threading through his thinner section of hair when she’s tossed down on their bed, Travis following suit and giving her long, languid kisses as he strokes her smooth skin. She unzips his jacket and pushes it off, the fabric making a loud thump on the hardwood floor, she’s hit with a blast of his cologne and moans loudly as she writhes against his weight.

She gropes the front of his leather pants, feeling him get harder in her palm. The way he was constraining against the fabric was really doing something for her as she rubbed him, giving him the tiniest amount of pressure. The way he spasmed into her palm? As intoxicating as the needy noises he made.

“Laur-” He moaned, kissing her neck and nibbling lightly, “Gotta take’em off, feels like Imma bust out-”

“Keep them on,” she quickened her hand movements, purring into his ear, “Please? Just a little longer?”

He moaned and began panting, “Not.. not going to last that long, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” She tries not to sound disappointed as she whines, but she changes it up and starts attacking his throat and jaw with her mouth, nibbling and sucking on his pulse point for a moment before letting go. “I’ll go easy on you.”

Travis faintly chuckles as he sits up, his hand on his fly, but Laura shoots her hand out over his. “Lemme.”

“Yes, ma’am,” He lets her take charge again, gently taking the zipper and lowering it as slow as she can until his hardened bulge forces the zipper down the rest of the way down. The sigh of relief he lets out is loud, his hooded eyes never leaving Laura’s as she continues on her war path.

No matter how many times they’ve been intimate with each other, they were always in awe of the other. It never got boring, even if they knew just how to get the other babbling just right.

Laura moves to her knees, pushing him down with a simple push to the center of his chest. She nuzzles into his bulge, something feral breaking inside her as she got a whiff of his natural musk from being trapped in leather for an entire afternoon. Normally this would gross her out if it had been anyone else, but this was Travis.

Travis, the man who had questionably locked her and her then boyfriend up in a jail cell for a summer. The man she had forgiven after he had been able to explain everything he knew to her about werewolves of all things. The same man she had defended in court by saying she’d never met him before, despite him being the one cleaning her wounds, patching up her wounds after the first failed hunt, and had held her tightly when the sun had started to rise that fateful morning that the curse ended. Neither of them knowing if it actually worked. He’s the touch starved man she had started a friendship with in secret, visiting him at his small cabin on the Hackett property and going on little road trips with him. She showered him in tiny bouts of affection, not really knowing if her feelings were reciprocated.

The same man before her that found life again under her careful palm, who had asked her if she wanted help with paying for her studies. Had, has, been interested in her and her wellbeing ever since that last night of summer camp.

He’s the same man that offered her a place to live when things got rough when attending public classes and she started her online courses. Where things started to heat up between the two, with Travis actually asking her out on a date in his own way that ended with them in the same place they are right now.

Travis, the man she agreed to marry no less than an hour ago.

She nuzzled further into his bulge, purring when she felt Travis’ thick fingers thread through her hair and pull lightly, loving the way he gasped and forced himself not to squirm when she mouthed and licked at the dark blue fabric, she put her hand on his bulge and lifted up slightly, “Trav?”

“Mmm?” His eyes focused back on her, his thumb sliding down to caress her cheek with a soft smile.

“D’you ever think of all the shit we had to go through to get here?” She pressed a soft kiss to his boxers, feeling him twitch lightly.

“I try not to for too long,” he chuckles, “Instead of all that shit, I think about you. Your voice, your smile, your laugh, your eyes, that little mole on your neck.” He pokes said spot with a grin, “Just the thought of you has kept me going, sweetheart.”

Laura’s lip wobbles, pulling herself up and draping herself on top of him. “I love you.”

Travis catches her lips with his own and slowly runs his hands up and down her back, soothing her. A small wet smack as he pulls away, his voice low and so full of warmth, “Love you too. More than anything in the whole world, Laura.”

She smiles at him, seeing how dopey and in love he looked.. and it was because of her. “C’mere.”

The next few moments include Laura slowly shimmying her lacy panties off, making sure he got a good show before dropping her knees on either side of his head and letting him treat himself until Laura can’t take it anymore and almost rips his boxers off as she twists and changes their positioning so that she can suck him simultaneously.

The growl she receives from him vibrates in her core as she stimulates and slides his sheathe down to reveal the vibrant, brutally red head of his cock. She licks and mewls lightly, feeling Travis’ mouth and tongue falter as she takes him in halfway, loving the way that the simplest of pleasurable touch has him malfunctioning under her.

She sucks him down farther, feeling her throat get used to him before she starts a slow pace of bobbing her head and massaging his testicles. The friction of his coarse chest and stomach hair rubbing against her own belly and breasts lights her on fire, but she can’t move her hips anymore since Travis wrapped his arms around her thighs and was holding her tightly. She whines quietly around his cock, trying to get some sort of movement, but instead she gets a quick slap to her ass.

She chokes and lets off of him, “Need more-”

Travis squeezes her ass, pulling away to breathe, “Take what you need, Laur. Whatever you need is what I need.”

“Want you,” She kisses his tip before rolling off of him, feeling how slick she is with her own fluids and Travis’ salvia. She can’t help but blush when she gets a look at his face, seeing him so debauched and covered in the same liquid. “Fuck me into the mattress, fill me up-”

She squeaks when he moves so quickly, old man her ass, he’s much more active and attentive to her than all the other men she’s bedded before, which wasn’t a lot, but still - she’s very glad that he’s hers. He boxes his arms around her head, looking down at her like she’s prey before gently nudging her legs apart and dropping his face between her breasts. He leaves soft, wet kisses up her throat before finding her lips.

Travis lines himself up and gently enters, moaning as her warmth pulls and squeezes him in, taking him like he belongs there. He starts off slow and steady, knowing she’ll tell him when to change the tempo.

Laura looks up at him with half lidded eyes, grabbing his ass as he thrusts into her. She pinches lightly, widening her legs. Her little whines and whimpers fueled him, wanting more and more until he snapped, quickening his pace as he felt himself get closer and closer. “Gonna fill you,” smack, “Gonna make you drip with my cum,” smack, “Mark you as mine, no one else will ever touch you,” smack, “You're mine,” a series of quickened skin on skin smacking followed by multiple “mine”s and Travis biting down hard on her shoulder to the point Laura screams, her orgasm ripping through her and then some.

After a moment, once they’ve both caught their breath, they realize the bed is soaked. “Oh,” Travis gently pulls out, he can’t help but watch a small dribble of his cum slip out of her. “You okay, sweetheart?” Laura shakes her head, not meeting her eyes. She’s only ever squirted in her self sessions, embarrassment ripples out of her. It doesn’t happen often, but still, she can’t look at him. “I.. I didn’t mean to.” “Didn’t.. Mean to?” He cocks his head to the side, eyes trailing down and seeing that she’s still leaking, “Sweetheart, is this..? Oh.” She’s thrown off when the bed shifts, his head returning to her core and licking up their mixture. A deep rumble of a moan vibrates against her. Her hand instinctively goes to his hair, and the feeling that she’s going to cry making her chest hurt. His tongue is overstimulating her to the point she’s seeing white, and a sob rips through her and she tugs on his hair, painfully tight.

Travis grunts and follows her pull, “I wasn’t thinking, sorry.” “Travis-” she sobs, squeezing him to her chest and peppering kisses to his crown, “You’re too good to me.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he kisses her sternum and gently pulls out of her grasp, his eyes flick down to his bite mark on her shoulder, “Imma get the first aid kit, but I’ll be right back. Okay?”

She nods, but before he actually hops out, he wipes her tears away and kisses her cheek. “Can’t stand seeing tears in your eyes, sweetheart.”

Laura gives him a soft smile, finally meeting his eyes again. “Hard not to cry when I was just thoroughly taken care of by my future husband.”

He returns the smile, kissing her cheek again before quickly making it over to the en-suite bathroom and returning with their industrial size medical kit. “Didn’t mean to bite that hard, sweetheart. I’ll make sure to use the anti-scarring ointment-”

Her hand touches his, making him look her in the eyes, “No, let it. I want it.”

His brow furrows, “Are you sure?” She nods, “Whenever I see it in the mirror, I want to remember this night.”

Travis blushes, “Okay, but can I at least clean it?”

“Go ahead,” she smiles softly, watching him prep an alcohol wrap, “I can’t wait to see where else we go from here. What we might do..” She bites her lip and looks away, “You're going to be the best husband ever, but I might be biased since you’re my best friend.”

“As you are mine,” He chuckles, making quick work of cleaning up the wound and dressing it. She presses a soft kiss to it and sits up on the edge of the bed, stroking her arm. “I can’t wait either.”

#THIS WAS A FICLET JFC #but now its 6000 words #hackearney #hackearney ficlets #travis x laura #travis hackett x laura kearney #the quarry #if you see this i have broken the wall

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mpfuro-station · 2 years

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Nature Walk Gone Wrong

@zackcrazyvalentine here’s your boy!

Furo sighed with content as they cleared a down tree in the woods. The late afternoon sun dappled the ground and gave the mountain forest a warm glow. They were in their gym uniform, dark purple t-shirt and long pants with the jacket wrapped around their waist. “Oh! Look at that,” Furo happily chirped as they spotted a piece of antler shed. They knelt down to inspect it. “This one had some tiny antlers. Hopefully they grow nice and big this season!”

They picked up the antler and put it in the satchel on their shoulder. A thrill call of a bird got them to look up. “Huh, guess there was a predator or something,” Furo mumbled as they shrugged the instance off. They stood up again to start walking deeper in the woods. Along the way, Furo also picked some trash scattered about.

The deeper they went, the more they noticed that there were somethings amiss. It was quiet. Furo would stop periodically to try and spot animals, but there were no signs. They were frequenting their usual places and none of the animals appeared. “What is going on?”

Then there was a snap of a twig. Furo tensed as they turned to look in the direction it came from.

Okaaay...time to go.

Furo turned around to start heading back when a particularly angry voice echoed, “F*** this f***in’ place! Might as well burn it all. If it’ll get me outta here sooner.” Another crash of a branch. “F***!” It was from the same direction as the twig.

“Oh dear,” Furo sighed. They looked back in the direction and scrunched their face in contemplation. They sighed and gripped their satchel tightly. “It’s moments like these that make it so I can’t get mad when things happen to me.”

With that they trudged into the direction of the voice. It was closer to some cliffs than Furo tended to go, but all the more reason to get whatever ill-suited kid out of the woods. It wasn’t long before they saw a rough and tumble cyberpunk dude having a fist fight with a shrub. An all too familiar cyberpunk dude.

“Oh no...not you...” Furo sighed as they came to the edge of trees.

Mikhail Hallverd whipped his head around and tensed at seeing the Pomefiore second year. “Ugh, I should say the same for ya. Of course, I’d run into a beast in these damn woods.”

Furo bit the inside of their cheek as they stared at the boy. “No wonder all the animals have been on edge,” they grumbled. Exasperated, they questioned, “Why are you here, Mikhail? I didn’t take you for the type to go on a nature walk.”

“Like hell I’d go walkin’ in an overgrown weed patch,” Mikha growled. His arm was snagged on some thorns, and he roughly pulled himself free. He took a step back when he did so, and the ground crumbled ever so slightly. Furo flicked their eyes to the edge of the cliff, that he was getting awfully close to. “I hafta get some stupid f***in flower cause I slugged an a**hole during potions.”

Furo patted down the fly-aways on their brow as they adjusted the bow holding their hair up. Why do I keep getting involved with violent guys with a foul mouth?

“Well, be careful,” Furo warned. They partially turned around, ready to leave him. “The ground by the cliffs is loose, so it’s easy to cause a landslide. Stay by the trees, their roots hold the dirt in place.”

“Grr, just shut the hell up!” the fiery teen lashed out. He began to walk along the cliffside, but each step he took let a cascade of rocks and dirt fall. “It’s quicker ta go this way, so Imma go this way!”

“Hey! Watch where you’re-” Furo called out as they saw how the ground shifted, but the loud grumble cut them off. A large chunk of the cliffside began to break off. Furo let out a sharp croak in their throat as they ran up to grab Mikha’s sleeve but got caught in the rubble with him. “Grooak!”

“F***!!”

Both fell in the shower of dirt and stone. It was a long way down. Furo clutched their satchel with one arm and covered their head with the other as they skid down on their back. Mikha tried to regain some form of footing as they went down, but everything was kicked loose when he touched it. In a cloud of debris, they landed in a new outcrop of trees.

Furo coughed violently as they sat up. Through squinted eyes, they looked around them. “M-mikhail? Are you okay?”

“Tch.” He was on his back with hands over his eyes. “I hate it here.”

“Yeah, yeah. Now, are you okay? Any internal body fluids no longer internal?” Furo asked again as they crawled over to him. There were slight lacerations along their upper arms, as blood trickled from under their gym uniform sleeve. Mikhail had some cuts along his cheek and hands. Furo sighed and pulled out their handy dandy healing salve out of their satchel. “Give me your hand, please.”

“I don’t want anything that ya got,” he hissed.

Furo sat back and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. They put their salve away and got up to dust their pants off. “Fine, but those cuts are going to make it hard for you to climb back up,” they told him. Furo looked at their own injuries and sighed. It was going to be a pain to treat them. They looked up the mountain side. It was a long way up. They sighed, “I suggest you get back to campus, Mikhail.”

“I hafta get that damn flower still, so I won’t be comin’ with ya,” Mikha declared. He grumbled some more as he got to his feet, wincing when he had to place his cut-up hand on the ground. “Just piss off, why dontcha.”

Furo pinched the bridge of their nose. They looked up to see the sun was starting to set and the sky was taking on the hues of twilight. It was going to be getting dark sooner than later. I’m going to get in so much trouble for this...

“What flower are you looking for? I can try and help you locate it,” Furo offered as they continued to scan the undergrowth.

“F*** off,” he spat at them.

Furo just stared at him unamused. “You do realize I’m in the Mountain Appreciation Club, right? I know these mountains far better than you. There are some flowers that look like other flowers, and if you bring the wrong one back Professor Crewel is sure to know. Being in the woods alone during the day can be dangerous, let alone at night. So, get off your high horse you cyberpunk and accept help!”

Mikha looked like he wanted to bite Furo’s head off. He grumbled, “Oxyra divergens...”

“Man, Crewel really must have been mad at you,” Furo mumbled. They stretched their legs and started walking. Over their shoulder they said, “This way. We need to climb fast. That plant grows on mountain peaks.”

Mikha reluctantly followed a good distance behind. It was an awkward trudge up the mountain. Furo led the way while Mikha would get caught on every form of plant manner imgainable.

“Stupid trees,unreliable mountain. A factory would never crumble under my feet,” he grumbled, loud enough for Furo to hear. A slight buzzing whirred past their ear and then the coughing and sputtering of Mikhail. “F***IN’ NASTY AS HELL BUGS!! I HATE IT! I HATE EVERYTHING IN THIS HELL HOLE!”

He stomped on the ground, and the incline he and Furo were on shook. Furo pushed themselves closer to the cliffside, wincing as their cuts were aggravated. Mikhail was brought to his knees, and a pebble jabbed itself into his open wound on his hand. “Gah!”

When the shaking stopped, Furo looked down at him. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t throw a tantrum while we are on uneven footing. Thank you kindly,” was their passive aggressive remark.

The shadows were getting larger, and it was getting harder to see where feet were being placed. Furo bit their lip as they looked ahead of them. A small cave was about fifteen feet ahead of them. “We’re going to have to camp out. We can shelter there.” The only reply they got was a series of growls and grunts. “If you’re trying to say something in an Animal Language, your pronunciation needs a bit of work. You just said that your hair smells of spoiled milk.”

Mikha’s angry sputtering caused Furo to chuckle. They let him into the crevice first and took the area closer to the exit. Furo slid to the ground with a hefty sigh. Mikhail plopped himself on the ground too with a pout. He glared at Furo. “Do you know how to start a fire?”

“No fire,” Furo was quick to decline.

“Then do you know any pyromancy spells?”

“No. Fire,” Furo reiterated.

“Then what the hell are we gonna do?! Just stay in the dark?!”

“Your eyes will adjust.”

“F*** you!”

Furo rolled their eyes before slumping their shoulders. They reached into their pocket to pull out their magic pen. They focused on some rocks that were in between them and Mikhail. “Illuminate.” The rocks began to glow, casting a soft light on both of them. “It only lasts for an hour.”

Mikha huffed and pulled his knees in closer. Furo put their magic pen away again and took the salve out to place it on the ground. Both ignored the other. A small flutter and a series of squeaks echoed from deeper in the hole they found themselves in. Mikha flinched. “What the hell?”

“Bats,” Furo identified as they tried to roll their sleeves to gain access to their wounds. “Just keep your head down and they shouldn’t run into you. Nothing to be afraid of.”

“I ain’t afraid of some dingy bat!” And then a bat flew right into his face. “GAHHH! F***IN DAMN IT! GET IT OFF!!” He swatted at the flying mammal and kicked his feet. More bats flew out of the cave.

“Oh dearie!” Furo scrambled over him. They scooped the small bat off Mikha’s face and gently tossed it out with the rest of the bats. Furo turned back to see fresh scratches across the young boy’s nose and chin. They winced a bit. “...Do you want me to use the salve now?” He just sat there seething. “Mikhail?”

“I hate this crap...”

Furo nodded and scooched back to grab their medical salve. They brought it close to him and opened it with hesitating eyes. Very slowly, Furo dipped their fingers into the ointment and brought them closer to his face. He snapped at them. Furo brought their fingers back before they were caught in his teeth and lightly smacked him on the nose with the remaining fingers that did not have anything on them. Furo quickly said, “Sorry! Reflex! Usually, I’m doing this with another punk and... just let me do this. It’ll be done quicker that way and I’ll be out of your bubble!”

Mikhail looked Furo up and down and hissed out, “Don’t touch my face.”

Furo smacked their lips and nodded. “Okay, I can do that. Can I at least get the cut on your hand? Cause that one is starting to look nasty.”

Mikha looked at his hand and indeed it was looking rather...unclean. He glared at Furo for a long time before holding his hand out. Furo perked up, ready to start when he barked, “I’ll do it myself.”

Furo sighed, “Alright. That’s better than not getting it done at all.” They handed the ointment over and went back to sit on their side of the of the rock pile. The silence was deafening, even with the calm sounds of the creatures of the night carried on the wind.

“Hey.” Mikha’s call out caught Furo’s attention. They barely caught the jar of ointment that was thrown their way.

“Thank you.” Furo nodded their head towards him. They placed the jar next to them and began to take their t-shirt off.

“Woah! Why the f*** are ya taking your shirt off?!” Mikha exclaimed.

Furo’s head popped out of the bottom of the shirt and gave him a confused look. The soft light showed a black crop top looking article of clothing tightly bound on their upper torso. It took them a moment to piece what he was up-in-arms about. “Because I can’t reach my cuts with the t-shirt on?” Furo explained like it was common sense. They started to apply the ointment a bit messily.

“Hmph,” he huffed.

Then the light started to dim, until it was all but gone. Mikha started to close in on himself more. “Are you alright, Mikhail?” Furo asked concerned as they put their shirt back on.”

“Of course, I’m aight! What? Ya think I can’t handle being in the dark?! I ain’t no baby! Shut up before I throw ya off the mountain!”

Furo held their hands up in surrender as they put on their gym jacket. “I said nothing of the sort. I’m going to try and get some sleep. Feel free to do the same.” Furo leaned back and closed their eyes.

It would have been a nice way to fall asleep, if it wasn’t for Mikha’s constant grumbling and shuffling around. Furo simply opened their eyes and peered into the darkness where they remembered him being. He was curled into a ball and shaking nonstop. Furo felt their heart pang a bit. They turned to look out into the line of trees. It hurt them to see the young boy terrified of something that they find so much solace because Furo couldn’t keep their cool.

I should be a bit softer with him tomorrow...

They sighed and forced themself to fall asleep.

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“Why the f*** are we even here?! How the hell did I get dragged into this?!” Mikha complained as they trudged on in the early dawn.

Furo groaned ahead of him.

Yeah, softer. As soft as a rhino’s butt!

Furo pulled themselves up onto a ledge and waited for Mikha to do the same. They were nearing the highest point of this section of mountain. Furo stretched out and took a deep breath in. “Well, first you punched a kid. That’s what got you in the woods. Then, you didn’t listen when I said the ground was unstable. That’s what had us sliding down the mountain side.”

“I ain’t askn you.”

“Of course,” Furo said with a forced smile. They continued climbing, being careful to avoid the rocks that look slightly suspicious. Mikha followed again, keeping his complaints no louder than a whispered growl. Furo mumbled, “Huh, Slyvan would be having a much easier time with this...”

Then the sight of red tinted oval leaves and burnt ombre beaded flowers cascading over the edge of a ledge a few feet up. Furo pointed, “There’s the plant you were looking for.”

“Great. Finally.” Mikha reached up and before he could grab the plant in his fist, Furo stopped him. “What now?!”

“You shouldn’t take the whole thing, Mikhail. Leave the plant to keep growing,” Furo told him.

“Why should I care?”

“Because everything is tied to nature, even your tech. So, you need to treat it well,” Furo explained.

“My tech has nothing in common with f***in’ mother nature,” he commented before pulling up a large chunk of the plant. Furo swallowed back a growl at his actions.

What if I just turn into a hawk and leave him here? Huh? What would happen? They sighed as they covered their face with their hands. No, you can’t do that. your morals won’t let you. At least see him out of the woods.

As Furo started to make their descent, a growl reached their ears. They froze along with Mikha. “What the f***?”

“Mikhail, I’m going to turn into a mountain goat,” Furo calmly informed him. “When I do, get on and hold tight.”

“What-”

“Bestiary: Passage of the Mountain Goat.” Furo turned into a lean goat with long, straight horns and a white wiry curled hair. They had a short tail and a long beard underneath their chin. A blue bow was tied neatly around their neck.

Mikha flinched away from Furo, only to hear the shifting of rocks from somewhere around them. That’s when he saw the eyes of a mountain lion staring at him. He ran in the opposite direction of Furo, and the mountain lion gave chase. He slid and tripped over rocks as he tried to escape. The predator, being far more skilled with this terrain than him, was gaining very fast. Mikhail fell and slid down the mountain fortunately, because the mountain lion jumped over his head. It landed downhill but turned to look Mikha in the eyes. He scrambled to get up. The cougar was fast to approach, but Furo came from the side to headbutt the cougar back farther.

In a puff of green smoke, Furo was back in their human form panting. “I TOLD YOU TO GET ON!! ARE YOU TRYING TO GET A CHUNK BITEN OUT OF YOU?!” they yelled at him. “WE ARE RUNNING! BESTIARY: PASSAGE OF THE TIGER!”

With another puff of magic smoke, Furo was now a large tiger with blue bow. They grabbed Mikha by his scruff and began to run, dragging him with them.

“OW! F***! LET ME GO! AARRGGG!! I WILL F*** YA UP! DO YA KNOW WHO I AM?!!” Mikha screamed as he was jostled down the cliff and through the woods. He thrashed about for a while, but after getting smacked by a few encroaching branches he seemed to give up. Whether it was because he passed out was up for debate.

Furo finally stopped running when they reached a familiar clearing. It was one their club often gathered in during their expeditions. They slowly dragged Mikha to the center of it before dropping him. They flopped down beside him as a tiger and transformed back. They let out a groan. “Ugh. Why does this always happen to me? What sort of pheromones do I give off that brings things to chase me?” they whimpered into the dirt.

Mikha just stared into the sky unmoving. He had new cuts and bruises on him and enough leaves in his hair to make him a bush. Furo looked over at him and grumbled, “We made it back to the beginning of the forest. You can leave now. Nothing should chase you...Theoretically...” Furo flipped themselves over and sat up. “I’m going to stay here for a while...”

Furo crawled over to the base of a tree a leaned back on it. They closed their eyes and took a deep breath. They heard the rustling and footsteps trailing off in the distance, and let themselves relax in the silence of nature.

#furo lore #mikhail 'mikha' hallverd #twisted wonderland oc #twisted_wonderland #i had no idea how to end this #but woohoo!!#shove the angry cyberpunk into the woods #furo's mother hen instincts fighting with wanting to slap him over the head #everytime he says something rude about nature you can hear a bit of furo's sanity snap XD

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n3onstarss · 2 years

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Flipping Switches; CH 2 Pt 1

I awoke before my alarm, quite a surprise! I lunged out of bed and gathered up my uniform and some underwear, intent on taking a shower before work. After all, i wanted to be presentable for my newest co-worker. I'd made a fool of myself yesterday in front of Moon, and i was going to try to right that today.

y'know, except for the part where we're bringing board games into work to play with him instead of working today-

hey, at least I was getting payed to dick around!

A loud and shrill beeping echoed through my small apartment. oh yeah, the alarm! i ran back and shut it off.. by unplugging the clock. hey, it's faster then trying to find the mother fucking button. I'll reset it later it's fine.

I snagged my phone off he charger as i walked past it on my way to the shower. I opened Spotify, kicked the door closed behind me, and turned on a playlist. The apartment to my left, sharing a wall with my bathroom, kept taping notes to me door last month. they just asked if i could keep the music turned down, but that they didn't mind what i played at all. I'll admit, weird notes to get, but i made sure to keep the music quiet enough.

I rushed through my shower, brushed my teeth and got dressed in record time for me, 15 minutes maybe? I snatched my keys, helmet, wallet, headphones and jacket before i left my apartment, locking the door behind me. I bolted towards and down the main stairs instead of my usual side stairs, occasionally having to awkwardly dodge some random persons kid or a tired adult on their way back from a night shift. I rounded the corner of a landing and almost slammed into Jerry, the building manager.

"Hi Jerry, Bye Jerry haveagoodday!" i blurted, dodging around him too and sprinting down the stairs. I jumped the last three steps to the first floor and began to speed walk rather then run. I made it to the lobby, snagged a banana nut muffin out of the basket, and walked out the front door.

The crisp morning air woke me up pretty quick as i walked around the building towards my bike. On my way through the alley between our apartment building i realized i forgot my duffel bag of board games. That's fine, i only had like 2 anyways, i have time to swing by a store. plus, the games i had were 4 player and there are only two of us.

There's a target on the way to work, i remembered. I was about halfway through the alley when i heard a clatter behind me. Almost immediately I reached into my jacket pocket to grab whatever I had as a makeshift weapon.

A can rolled into the alley from by the dumpster against the wall. I shrugged and began to take a step when a little meow was heard. I turned back and saw two little figures walk into the main allay from under the aforementioned dumpster. One was solid black, the other was white with large black patches.

Both kittens turned their heads towards me and everything froze for a minute. I could just leave them here, they would survive just fine off the scraps and someone else could care for them. But, they didn't seem to have a momma, and it wasn't safe for them out here.

I opted to try and get them somewhere safe, meaning keep them. I crouched down and tried to pspsps them over. the patchy one began to stalk towards me first, followed shortly by the black cat. I offered them both some muffin, trying to gain their trust. The black kitten looked up at me suspiciously while they are, the white and black one ate quickly and began rubbing up on my leg. I took off my jacket and gently laid it down next to me, placing more muffin to try and get them to let me pick them up in my coat.

The patchy one almost immediately settled onto the jacket, gobbling down the muffin. The other kitten just sat down defiantly next to it.

I suddenly had a idea change and scooted the splotched kit off my jacket, putting it on backwards. I slowly scooped up the black kitten, gaining a few shallow scratches on the way up. I sat them gently in my hood l, holding one hand against where they lay to try and keep them calm while i reached back down and picked up the other kit. Once both kits were situated in my hood i continued my walk to my bike. I couldn't get back into the building right now, Jerry was inside and the building has a no-pet policy. plus, i had nothing to keep these babies occupied while i was at work.

So, i suppose they were coming with me today. I put on my helmet and swung one leg over my bike. I double checked all my pockets to make sure I had everything. I patted the spot where the kittens had hunkered down, forming a odd looking lump at the bottom of the hood. I slowly began to take off, opting to stay off the busy roads until I needed to.

We pulled up to the target not long after, it wasn't very crowded in the parking lot. I checked my phone, I had almost exactly a hour before I had to be clocked in, a little bit more. I dismounted my bike, set my helmet in the side-bag that often went unused, and walked inside.

I grabbed a cart quickly, hoping a employee wouldn't stop me and ask about my backwards jacket. I quickly walked directly to the back where the toy isles were. I snagged Monopoly, Uno, and Pie Face. I left the isles and walked towards the food area, gathering a Monster, a bag of MnM's, and whipped cream. Final stop, i went to the pet isle. I snagged some wet cat food, a pet bed and some small toys and treats. Gods i hoped all this would fit in the side bag.

I rushed through the self checkout, having 15 minutes to get to work. I sped walked to my bike, setting the bags down on the seat while i got my helmet out. It was a right fit, but i got all the bags inside and secured. I snapped on my helmet, and held open my hood to check on the kits. They both appeared to be fast asleep, perfect! i wouldn't have to worry about them trying to climb out in the way to work.

I pulled out if the parking lot and drove down the road, i was going 15 above the speed limit honestly. I pulled into the employee parking a good few minutes later and hopped off my bike. I had 3 or so minutes to get clocked in. I snagged all the bags, fuck it, and jogged to the employee door. I scanned my ID, unlocking the door, and clocked in quickly at the station in the little room. perfect timing!

I began the walk to the daycare, hoping that i wouldn't get in trouble for today's odd guests. I'd named the black and white one Smokey, but the all black kitten didn't have a name just yet.

I hadn't realized my zoning out until I was right outside the employee door. I unlocked it and slipped inside.

"pssst, Moon. Moon!" i whisper yelled into the dim darkness, hoping it was audible enough that he could hear me, but quiet enough to not wake the small cats in my hoodie.

"yeeeeeeeees, starlight?" a quiet voice came from just ahead, over by the security desk

"I got some games! but promise you won't be mad please?"

"what would there be to be mad about, little one?" he asked, head tilted.

"wellll. . ." i wordlessly beckoned him over with a wave, holding my hood open. The kittens had begun to wake and we're climbing out of the hood.

Moon's eyes kept glancing from me to the kittens, jaw on the floor. He was. . . stunned. for lack of better terms. He gently grabbed Patches out of the hood, holding the small critter on his open palms, letting them stand on both his hands.

"where. . where did you find them??"

"the alley behind my apartment building. I couldn't see a momma or any other kittens, and they were hungry. I couldn't take em inside cause Jerry was there, so i brought them here for today."

"Jerry?" suddenly Moon's interest was less on the kittens and more on the man I'd mentioned.

"Yeah, Jerry's the building manager. We have a no-pet policy but that doesn't stop a majority or my neighbors. Since he was there i couldn't leave these babies in my apartment, plus they didn't have anything to play with and I'm not too keen on picking up shredded items later"

A giggle left Moon as he returned to gently scratching Patches' head with one finger. The little kitten leaned into the touch, purring quietly.

"I'm going to have to go get a paper plate and a cup for them, can you pretty please watch them?"

"of course, i don't mind at allllll."

I gently handed the little black kitten to Moon reaching into the small group of bags and setting the one with cat supplies away from the rest. I pulled out one of the plastic balls, the kind with holes all around it with a bell in the middle.

Moon plopped onto the floor, sitting cross legged as he left the kittens to wander near him. any time one got too far he'd gently scoot them closer. Once i was sure they'd all be okay, i turned and ducked out the door.

I walked into the nearby food court and towards the nearest stall. A S.T.A.F.F. bot stood behind the counter.

"Hello! may i get just a cup and a paper plate please?"

the bot tilted it's head, likely thinking i was weird for asking for empty items.

"We're just a set short for something, and i was told to fetch more supplies. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience this may cause, mx."

A white lie couldn't hurt, plus it was mostly the truth, just.. reworded! The bot nods and turns, grabbing a plate and a cup off the shelf a good few feet away before returning and handing me them. I quickly grabbed a five dollar bill out of my wallet and slid it to the bot. "keep the change, thank you!"

I slinked back to the daycare, slipping through the door quickly. Moon was still on the floor with the kits, the bag that had held the supplies was ripped by little claws and all the toys were scattered around. Moon was busy playing with Patches and one of those feather-on-a-string sticks while the other black kitten was almost asleep on his knee.

Moon's interest didn't waiver as i sat down in front of him, opening and pouring some of the cat food onto the plate. Patches turned their head, glancing at the food before returning to playing with Moon. The other kitten, I'd ask Moon to name them, stretched and trugged over, digging in almost immediately.

I gently stroked the little creature slowly and gently, eventually getting more bold with the pets. The kitten began to purr, slinking over and falling asleep in my lap. Moon and Patches continued to play.

"do you have naaaaames for themmm?" Moon questions, glancing away from Patches and his game. Patches takes the opportunity to snag the feathers and dragging it down, rolling around and biting the bait.

"Kind of? That one I thought could be called 'Patches', but u don't have a name for this one. do you have any ideas?" i asked, hopeful.

"hmmm... Smokeyyy perhapsss?" He had returned his attention to Patches, just watching as the kitten rolled around with their prize.

"Perfect!" I scritched Smokey's head gently, coaxing a purr out of the sleepy baby, who had begun lightly napping.

With both the kits occupied and nearby, I leaned over and tried to reach the bag of games. It was just beyond my fingertips when Moon's hand appeared and dragged the bag over. I glanced back to where he was, expecting to see him moved. Instead, his arm had simply stretched all the way over, maybe 10 feet, to the bag. I must have looked ridiculous, jaw slack at the sight, because he started to giggle again. a haunting, echoing sound, yet somehow endearing.

#flipping switches #fs au #fnaf moon #moon x y/n #moon x reader #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #sun x y/n #sun x reader

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pctterswprld · 11 months

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silent confessions

pairing: winter soldier!bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: you always patched up the winter soldier’s wounds whenever he returned from a mission. however, this time, he finally spoke under unfortunate circumstances.

word count: 4,112 words

warnings: FLUFFY ANGST, mentions of blood, injuries, stab wound, extremely depressing, doesn't end with a happy ending...

author's note: i'll edit this properly later. also, this is my longest fic on this account, felt like i had to say that.

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BEING A NURSE for HYDRA had never been so depressing. You knew what you were signing up for when you got recruited five years ago. Although, it wasn’t like you had a choice—Colonel Karpov was very… Persuading.

Recently, you were promoted to the hospital. Usually, you patched up soldier injuries since only experienced doctors could work with special people. You weren’t complaining because this meant you could earn more money. You could barely afford your apartment rent and food, which was strange since you only took this job for the money.

You’d think working for a criminal organisation would make you rich, huh?

As you washed your hands in your office, you heard the door open, causing you to shift your head slightly. You noticed that Colonel Karpov stood by the doorframe, waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing. Drying your hands, a shy smile crossed your lips, bowing your head as you spoke.

“Good evening, Colonel,” you mumbled, placing the hand towel on a rack, “What can I do for you?” He said nothing. Karpov stepped inside your office, closing the metal door behind him as he kept a respectful distance between you.

“I am assigning you a new patient,” he replied, inspecting your workplace. “He is a unique case.” You nodded, fiddling with the hem of your uniform as you tried to calm your nerves.

“Why am I treating him?” you asked quietly, “If he is unique… Shouldn’t you give him to a more experienced doctor? I am only a nurse.” Karpov smiled briefly, keeping his hands behind his back.

“You are calm and serene, [Y/N],” he muttered, turning around to open the door. “He will know this by just looking at you.” As you opened your mouth to speak, Karpov stopped you, his voice interrupting. “A word of advice.”

“Yes?”

“Do not speak to him.” You tilted cocked your head to the side, disbelief crossing your face, “Trust me. It is better that way.” With nothing else to say, he shut the door after exiting, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You wheeled your patient to the long-term ward, hearing him hum quietly as you smiled. You liked to keep your patients optimistic whenever they visited you, assuring them they’d recover quickly.

After dropping him off, you heard your walkie-talkie vibrate from your hip. You picked it up, putting it to your ear as you heard Karpov’s voice. “[Y/N], your new patient is waiting in your office. Please send him to the ground floor after your check-up.” You sighed, strapping your radio back to your waist before hurrying back to your office.

As soon as you closed the door, you noticed the lights in your workplace were dimmer than usual. Choosing to ignore this, you took off your jacket, slowing your pace as you furrowed your eyebrows at the foreign back facing you. You peered beside him, trying to get a better look before catching his attention.

Your unknown patient was fiddling with a bracelet you took off earlier, his gloved right hand touching a heart charm as he creased his eyebrows. His hair was tied into a low bun, and you guessed its length went down to his shoulders. They (his shoulders) were rather broad, his back hunched over since he was inspecting your bracelet. You couldn’t get anything else under the dim light, so you decided to straighten your shoulders, clearing your throat to get his attention.

“Excuse me?” you asked, seeing the figure slowly face you. You raised your eyebrows, your breath faltering once you recognised the silver, metal arm replacing his flesh. The red star glimmered in its position, your frame visibly deflating when you saw your patient’s face. Of course, he wore a mask, but you’d recognise that stare from anywhere. Anyone could.

The Winter Soldier stood before you, your bracelet still in his gloved hands as he didn’t back down from the little staring contest you were having. You glanced at your accessory, almost smiling at the memory of your mother—she gifted you this bracelet on her deathbed.

You stepped forward calmly, realising that the Soldier made no move to go anywhere anytime soon.

“Would you like to hold onto that?” you asked, his eyes showing a void of ice blue as you attempted to get him to speak. “Just until the end, of course.” He responded by placing the bracelet back, sitting on the linen bed before him as your lips pressed together.

You trod over to the bed, putting on your gloves as your hands hovered over his right shoulder. “Do you mind if I—” He immediately took off his vest, revealing his toned but dirty torso and an ugly stab wound that hadn’t gone too far into his stomach.

“This won’t take too long,” you informed him, giving him a quick smile before taking your tools out of your drawer. You took your needle and stitching kit to the desk beside the bed and laid them out, picking up your rubbing alcohol first. Glancing at the Winter Soldier, you noticed his stoic stare had never left your face, making your heart thud a little. You chose to pay no mind to his demeanour, sticking to treating him. You poured some alcohol onto a cotton ball, gently wiping away blood around the wound. You heard a little hiss escape the soldier, causing you to give him an apologetic smile. After, you took the needle into your hand, threading the string into the hole.

“This will hurt,” you stated, only hearing his soft breathing in reply. A sigh emitted from your lips before you hesitantly stuck the needle by the wound, a soft grunt responding to you as you worked by sewing the wound back up. You placed your hand above his stomach, keeping him still as you concentrated on the stitch, being precise.

The Winter Soldier couldn’t tell your emotions by looking at your face. He could tell anyone’s state of mind whenever someone was around him because the answer was obvious. They all radiated fear whenever they were around the assassin. He had lived for nearly five decades, taking orders ordinarily whilst carrying out the most monumental murders in history. Anyone who had a brain was wise to be scared of him.

Although, you had adjusted quickly to his behaviour whilst not making a fuss about his abrupt decisions or movements. You asked him questions, but you asked them sincerely. You wanted to know if he was comfortable. You wanted to check if he was okay while you treated him, and you did by glancing up every ten seconds or telling him what to expect.

The Soldier was not used to this. He could not remember the last time someone had cared about his choices or decisions. He knew he had orders not to speak to his new nurse (he didn’t communicate with anyone anyway), but if he was, he wanted to know what he would say to you. Right now, his mind was blank. He knew his memory would forever be wiped after a particular mission. He hoped the task he was assigned this time wasn’t significant.

It seemed he had you in his life to look forward to seeing. He still couldn’t place why, but all he knew was that your voice was what he needed right now.

You finished the stitch across his wound, securing it before taking out the needle. You placed the tool and your gloves into the basin, washing off the bacteria whilst giving the Soldier a second glance. “All done,” you smiled, wiping the excess water off. You turned around again so he could put on his vest.

After a few moments, you faced him, noticing his stance was straining. “Um, you might feel uncomfortable for a few days while the wound heals.” Nothing. He only stared. You scratched the space behind your ear, folding your arms. “I could get you some pills for the pain if you want?” Nothing. You nodded to yourself, stepping out of his way as you leaned against the wall. “If that’s it, then Colonel Karpov will be waiting for you on the ground floor. You’ll have to come back in a few days so I can check the stitches.”

You could hear the clock ticking, the second hand being infuriatingly loud as the Soldier moved towards the door. He stopped before you for a moment, glancing down at his, causing you to look as well. You widened your eyes, not realising he had taken your bracelet when you weren’t looking. His thumb fiddled with a star charm that was painted red, his cold eyes meeting yours for a brief second. His palm spread out, allowing you to take the charm bracelet.

“Do you like the bracelet?” you asked, attempting to get something out of him. You clasped it around your wrist, your lips curling upwards as you looked at him, “It belonged to my mom.” A wrinkle was visible on the Soldier’s forehead as he stepped backwards, something else noticeable in his eyes as he refused to back down. But before you could decipher this newfound emotion, he had opened the door, leaving you thinking to yourself as he closed it behind him.

You sat by your desk, the lamp shining brightly beside you as you read the pages of your new book—The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood. You bought it a week ago—coincidentally, on the night you stitched up the Winter Soldier. And as you neared the end of Chapter 30, the door to your office opened abruptly, catching your attention as you looked up.

Whilst the door closed, you recognised the dark figure entering the light, acknowledging his stony blue eyes meeting yours as you stood up. He glanced around the room, familiarising himself, before sitting in the same spot as last week.

His hair was down today.

You almost smiled when you approached him. He still emitted apathy from his ambience, but you didn’t mind. You knew the Colonel reprimanded you from talking to the Soldier, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Hello, again.” Nothing. “Could you take your vest off, please?” He listened, taking the black, rigid vest off his body (though he showed reluctance). You thanked him with a smile, peering at his wound as you raised your eyebrows. “Your wound healed quicker than I expected.” You looked up, seeing nonchalance in his eyes. “I shouldn’t be so surprised, should I?” He kept quiet, but he did blink.

Now, that said something.

You placed your tweezers and scissors in a bowl with boiling water, sterilising them both before heading back to the Soldier. Insuring your hands were clean, you took a cotton pad and poured rubbing alcohol onto it. You glanced at your patient, giving him an apologetic smile.

“This might sting again.” You disinfected the wound gently, noticing how the Soldier froze against your bare touch. Thinking it was because of the alcohol, you carefully cleaned around the stitches, removing any dried blood and dirt before placing the pad into the bin.

You grabbed the tweezers, peering closer at the wound. You placed your hands on his torso, feeling how cold it was as you looked up. Even though the Soldier’s face was covered with his mask, you could hear his breathing grow quicker as he stared at your fingers. You pulled them away, concern crossing your expression.

“Would you like me to wear gloves?” His eyes shot up, widening at your question. You waited for an answer, the Soldier shaking his head in return. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quick.” He said nothing in reply. You went to his stitches, glancing at him as you touched his torso lightly. Surprisingly, he relaxed under your warm touch, making it easier for you to concentrate.

As you began lifting the first knot, the Soldier paid attention to your conduct. You did this procedure slowly, trying to cause less pain as you cut the stitches with the scissors. He noticed how your body moved as you concentrated. Your breathing slowed as you creased your eyebrows, the Soldier admiring your tenderness.

You pulled the thread through, doing this with the rest of the wound. The room was silent. You could only hear the Soldier’s breathing; he could only listen to yours. The silence was somewhat comforting since you recognised that your patient felt relaxed under your touch.

You finished up, patching up the wound with a bandage after cleaning it. You placed your tools into the basin, stepping away from the bed so the Soldier could wear his vest. You washed your hands, hearing his footsteps across the room, which caught your attention. He stared at the book on your desk, a smile lingering on your lips as you walked over to him.

“It’s a good book so far,” you commented, seeing him look up. “Are you allowed to read?” Hesitantly, he shook his head, causing you to deflate. You peered behind him, walking over to your bookshelf as you gazed at him.

“What have you read?” His metal hand reached up, taking a book off your shelf and handing it to you. A smile reached your lips, seeing that the title was The Hobbit from 1937. “This is one of my favourites,” you continued, hugging the book to your chest as the Soldier stared at you. A brief quietness entered the room as he left your presence, walking towards the door. You felt sad for some unknown reason.

After you put the book away, the door opened. However, no echo entered the room, making you turn around as you saw the Soldier standing by your door. His eyes scanned the nameplate on your door whilst you pushed yourself towards him. He examined your name closely, turning to you as he searched your eyes. Your lips parted, feeling slightly intimidated under his gaze.

“My name is [Y/N],” you told him. His eyes glinted under the natural light, squinting at you as he faced you. “It’s nice to meet you.” Nothing.

And then, he left.

During the past few months, the Winter Soldier kept visiting you irregularly, but the visits were consistent. You didn’t think that, as an assassin, he would keep getting injured this easily. But you didn’t mind.

Within one of his check-ups, you finished earlier than usual. There wasn’t anything wrong with him, so you thought you could let him leave.

But you didn’t.

You found him staring at your bookshelf again. You finished The Handmaid’s Tale ages ago but hadn’t had time to visit your local bookstore. Glancing at the Soldier, you walked over to the bookshelf, taking the book off before going to your patient. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, his eyes meeting yours as you placed the book in his hands.

“You have ten minutes,” you muttered, opening the book to the first page. You looked up again, his eyes soft but unreadable. “It… Helps. With the confusion.”

As you walked to your desk, you sat in your seat, seeing the Soldier invested as his eyes moved along the page rapidly. You smiled, getting your paperwork out as you attempted to get through it.

Naturally, however, you had the most tiring week. You couldn’t help but rest your head on the harsh metal desk for a second.

Seven minutes later, your light snoring had interrupted the Soldier’s train of thought as he looked up. He saw you asleep, your hand’s grip on your pen faltering slightly whilst he stood up. Cautiously, he walked to your desk, looking at your sleeping figure as he stood by your side.

He sighed after seeing the time, his eyes softening at your exhausted self. After spending time with you for the past few months, he recognised you overworked yourself. He didn’t know if it was because you had much work to do or if you wanted it over and done with. Either way, he didn’t like that you were always tired nowadays.

Gradually, the Soldier picked you up in his arms. You stirred slightly, curling into his warmth as he kept you close. He took you to the bed in your office, setting you down slowly as he covered you with the thin blanket.

As he was about to leave, your hand gripped his metal arm, your fingers curling around his steel ones as you whispered sleepily.

“Don’t leave,” you muttered, your eyes closed, “Don’t leave again.”

I wish I didn’t have to.

It was one o’clock when you finished your last bit of filing. You put away the paperwork neatly in your drawers, letting out a sigh as you stood up, rubbing your eyes. Just as you were about to call it a day, another knock came outside your office, causing you to roll your eyes in frustration. You quickly went to the door, opening it.

Unexpectedly, you saw Colonel Karpov standing there, straightening your posture as you smiled. “How can I help you, Colonel?”

“Your patient is injured,” you widened your eyes, peeking into the hallway to see if the Soldier was there with him. But he wasn’t. “You’ll be treating him in the prep room.”

“Prep room?” you furrowed your eyebrows, “But that’s on the ground floor.”

“He cannot leave,” he replied, a ghost of a smile across his thin lips. “I’m afraid this will be your last time treating him.” A scoff threatened to escape you as you opened the door wider.

“I don’t understand—”

“Yes. You do.” Your figure faltered, your knees risking to buckle as you nodded, a solemn expression on your face as you exit your office. You followed the Colonel in silence, fiddling with your charm bracelet whilst stepping into the elevator.

Your nerves overtook you as you leaned against the cold mirror in the elevator, feeling the Colonel’s eyes on you. You froze when you heard his voice. “You disobeyed my orders.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you pressed your lips together, avoiding his eyes.

“I told you not to speak to him.” So that’s what he’s talking about.

“You advised me not to talk to him,” you corrected, your jaw clenching as you watched the elevator doors open. “What else was I supposed to do?”

“You were supposed to do your job, [Y/N],” he retorted, grabbing your wrist as you both walked into the hallway. You winced, glaring at Karpov as he stopped before a door. You glanced at your superior as he unlocked it, pushing you inside the room.

The room was bright and well-lit. You noticed a window on the left, a room with a gigantic chair on the other side of it. No one was in the room other than the Soldier. His back faced you as he sat on a bed, his vest already off as he stared at the wall. You broke into a relieved smile, almost running to him before Karpov stopped you.

“What?” you muttered, your tone impatient.

“This will be your last time being with him.” You blinked, looking down as you pulled your wrist out of his grip.

“You’ve said that.”

“Yes, but you don’t understand,” he replied, a horrid grin crossing his lips as your feet stayed glued to the floor. “You have become a liability, [Y/N],” Karpov spoke, his tone lowering as he stepped forward.

“How?” you whispered, gulping as you felt tears fill your eyes.

“By being kind,” he hissed. You refused to look up. “By being patient. By introducing him to books from his adolescent years.” Your eyes lingered on where the Soldier was, his back facing you as he remained dissociated. Your lips parted, a breath escaping you.

“Where has he been hurt?” you didn’t care about Karpov’s words anymore. You only wanted to see and comfort him for the time you had left.

You understood what Karpov meant the minute he called you a liability. Though, it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t hurt the Soldier because…

He wouldn’t remember.

“He hasn’t been hurt.” You stared at Karpov. “We need him calm before we send him to the laboratory.” You stepped towards him, blinking away your tears as Karpov’s words echoed into your ears. “Enjoy your last moments with him, [Y/N].”

Once the Colonel left, you rushed to the Soldier, stepping into his view. What you didn’t realise before was that his mask was off. You tilted your head, stepping closer to him as you tried to catch his attention.

“Hey,” you whispered, hating that you didn’t know his name. “It’s me. [Y/N].” His eyes shot up, and you both made eye contact as you widened your eyes in surprise.

You knew him. You’ve read about this face somewhere—you were sure of it. You knew he was alive during the second world war because of what Karpov said about the books.

But you couldn’t stay on the subject for long. Because when you softened your eyes, tears appeared in his. You shook your head, shushing him as your wiped away the water trickling down his face. You smiled, blinking away your tears again.

“[Y/N],” you gasped quietly at his voice, noticing how it was raspy.

“Yes. I’m here,” you affirmed.

“I know who I am,” he mumbled, gulping as your lips curled upwards. Your throat went raw with emotion as your thumb rubbed his cheek.

“Then I’d like to know your name,” you replied, your voice above a whisper as you tried to keep the grin on your face.

“It’s James,” he answered, meeting your eyes. A brief smile crossed his lips, “But my friends call me Bucky.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky,” you chuckled, biting your lip as his smile grew wider.

“I, um, I wasn’t allowed to speak to you,” Bucky continued, inhaling the air as he looked down into his lap. “So I couldn’t thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Bucky,” you whispered, now crying at the short time you had left. “I only stitched up your wounds.”

“But you believed in me when no one else would,” he responded, his metal arm holding yours as he brought it to his lips. You closed your eyes, sighing at his touch as you bowed your head. “You weren’t scared of me. You were nice and patient.”

“You have all the time in the world to thank me,” you lied, climbing onto his lap as he leaned your head onto your shoulder. Your voice broke, trying to stay strong as you stroked his hair. “I’m not leaving you.”

“They’re going to wipe my memories,” Bucky’s voice cracked as you sobbed, his hands wrapping around your waist. “I won’t remember you—”

“Listen to me,” you pulled away from him, wiping away your tears as you unclasped your bracelet. You gulped, placing the bracelet in Bucky’s hand as you closed it again. “You will remember this time. And you’re going to make it out of here because you are the strongest person I know,” you smiled, wiping away his tears as he shuddered. “Do you understand?”

“Will you be there for me?” Bucky asked, his voice quiet.

“I will be by your side,” you sighed, holding his closed fist. “Always.”

The door burst open, interrupting your heartfelt moment as you met eye contact with Karpov. A few soldiers walked towards you, waiting to escort Bucky as your lip trembled. You faced Bucky again, smiling at him as you took his flesh hand, kissing his shaking palm gently.

“I am here, okay?” you whispered, seeing him nod. You shivered, getting off Bucky’s lap whilst he stood up. You got out of his way, letting Bucky stand with the other soldiers as he gave you a final glance. A last smile crossed your lips, giving him a little wave as he smiled back, letting the soldiers lead him out of the room.

You faced the window, ignoring Karpov’s approaching footsteps as you watched Bucky enter the room opposite you. He sat on the strange chair, his face heartbroken as you touched the glass, tears running down your face.

“It’s a one-way mirror,” Karpov spoke as you heard a gun click. You flinched at the sound, hearing the Colonel continue. “He can’t see you. But you'll be able to see him.”

“You don’t have to do this,” you whispered, your hand on the glass trembling. “Please don’t do this.” A yell escaped Bucky as the machine activated, his body shaking in the chair as everyone else around him watched. You cried against the glass, closing your eyes.

“Hail HYDRA,” Karpov grinned.

A gunshot echoed throughout the facility. But it was drowned out by the Soldier’s screams.

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