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sofasoap · 2 months

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At the barbers

Pairing: John Price x F!Medic! Reader (call sign : Chameleon)

Summary: Part of @glitterypirateduck's John Price "O, Captain! Challenge" prompt used : 92: Giving Price a haircut and/or shave

Warning: T-M rating.

A/N: as mention previously in my Little secret series, Reader is from immigrant/non-Caucasian background. I know nothing about military. Thank you @mini-metal for giving me few suggestions and few ideas! *hugs*

Part of the Memory in a Fragrance series Part of Little secret series

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“Love.”

“Hmmm?”

“Would you mind giving me a hand here please?” John struggled as he tried to lift his injured arm to trim his beard.

You sighed. “I am only good with surgical knives and scissors.” You took the trimmer off his hand and gently pushed his arm down. “Why not go to a barber?”

“.... I am not quite comfortable with someone holding a blade to my neck.”

“And you are comfortable with ME doing it?” you cocked an eyebrow.

He hummed. “That’s because you are my wife. I trust you with all my life.” he pressed a kiss into your forehead. Wrapping his good arm around you as you sink into his embrace.

“Well I am flattered by the great Captain Price trusting me with a knife to his throat.” you giggled, “But I really wouldn’t trust myself to trim my own dead ends off, let alone take a risk of destroying your luscious mutton chop.” You could almost feel him rolling his eyes as he mumbled something incoherent.

“How about one of the boys helping you?”

“I don’t trust them either.” he rumbled. “I trust them with my life.. But I wouldn’t trust them NOT destroying my beard. I already heard them plotting to shave my beard off in my sleep a few times.”

You couldn't help but laugh. “ Well… We gotta think of something. Can’t let you leave your hair and beard go until your arms heal….”

The strong leathery, lavender and cedarwood, faint hint of cigar smell hits you as soon as the two of you walk into the shop. The old radio playing some jazz music in the background, the old barber sitting on the wooden stool, reading the newspaper. It brings you distant memories. One of those rare happier moments when you were younger….

John finally agreed after a bit of coaxing from you to get his hair and beard done by the professional instead of you trying your luck.

“I will go with you, how about that? And maybe I can learn a few tricks and tips from the professional?” you suggested.

The barber waved to your husband to sit down on the chair after you explained to him what needs to be done. He was more than happy to teach you how to help John to maintain his pride and joy.

Price couldn’t hold back his smile as he saw how focused and concentrated you are, pouting and wrinkling your nose as you listened to the barber explaining each step and how to use the tools. It helps to distract him from some strangers working so closely to him with sharp apparatus. The barber even handed over the scissors a few times for you to try out.

“Stop moving, you are laughing too much.” you mumbled as you tried to trim the extra long strains around the edge of his jaw. “I don’t think you want me to accidentally take a chunk out of your beard, and have the boys laugh at you at work.” “I could always shave all my beard off.” “Oh so you changed your mind? You're definitely going to give them a heart attack and give me a heart break if you do that. So… Never.” you laughed as you handed the scissors back to the barber.

“You get to see Lieutenant John Price?”

“As much as you were a handsome young man back then,I would rather keep that memory in the photos.” You pointed out as you sat back down, letting the professional get back to work.

You observe your husband’s side profile with a faint smile on your face as the barber finishes off the rest of the trimming and hair cut. Even after years of marriage, you still have a hard time believing, this handsome man is your husband.

The moment you set your eyes on him, you didn’t think you had much of a chance. The ranks, the personality, the background…. Everything.

But he chose you.

“I choose you? I should be thankful you chose me, my love.” he whispered into your ear one night after you confessed your insecurity. Nuzzling his face into your neck. “For bearing my temper…my imperfections.”

“What do you think?” he looked at your eyes through the mirror as the barber dust the rest of the beard and hair off his shoulder, seeking for approval.

Moving yourself to stand in front of him, you gently lay your hand on his face, tilting it to the left, and to the right, and finally, giving him a kiss on the lip, enjoying the smell of the aftershave.

“Handsome. And the best mutton chop I have ever seen.”

“You sound like you have seen quite a few in your life.” he chuckled as thank and paid the barber for his service.

“Maybe, maybe not.” you teased him as you wrap your arm around him. “But it’s definitely the mutton chop that always gives me a good time.” you could see his cheek redden under the beard. “Now, it’s not so scary is it? Having someone else to trim your beard for you.”

“If you come with me again next time.” he squeezed your hand fondly.

“Gladly.”

“Oh what, you mean we missed out a chance of trying to shave his beard off?” “And You will get your mohawk shaved off too if you do that, MacTavish.”

Thank you @glitterypirateduck for hosting another wonderful event!!!! *hug*

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shares-a-vest · 4 months

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@steddielovemonth Day 8: Love is... The heartbeat I can feel when I hug him (Prompt by anon)

wc: 535 | Rated: T | cw: Hospital setting, mild descriptions of injuries, scars and bandages

Tags: Post Season 4, Eddie Lives, Hurt/Comfort, Physical Injury

I’m Taking You Home Now

Eddie swings his legs over the side of the hospital and plants his sock-covered feet almost to the ground for what is hopefully the final time.

He knows Wayne and Steve are picking him up today. He knows they have packed his things – that a fresh, comfortable and new set of clothes is sitting on the hospital chair in front of him.

It’s the same chair Wayne, Dustin, Jeff and Steve have each alternated between them for the better part of two months while he has been stuck in Hawkins General. He also knows that said chair is uncomfortable, causing Wayne’s hip to stiffen up with every visit – one that makes Steve grumble and say that his back is ‘fine’.

Eddie knows that he is going home today, to a sorta-new trailer in a relocated park.

He just can’t believe the day has finally come, is all.

Nor can he believe that actual Good Dude Steve Harrington is walking in to collect him, all smiles. Just for him.

“You ready?” he beams.

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, frowning and balling his fists on the stiff mattress.

His feet are only barely touching the ground. The bed is still too high up, positioned the same as it has been since he first woke up a good week and a half after Spring Break.

His body still aches all over and he’s got more than a bandage (or five), plus a few more stitches to deal with at later dates.

But he’s intact. Put back together.

Alive.

Steve sets a bag down, one that looks just like the bag of delicious food and treats Henderson’s mom always brought in and shared around.

“Let me help,” he says, coming to stand right in front of him.

“Just…” Eddie trails off, settling back down, “Give me a minute.”

“Okay,” Steve says, his voice soft and soon Eddie feels delicate fingers brushing his bangs into position.

He probably looks a sight – knows that a decent chunk of his hair on the left side has been shaved off to make way for a scar he just can’t find all that metal despite what his friends say.

Eddie leans into Steve’s touch as he listens to him explain, “No hurry. Wayne has a bunch of paperwork to sign, anyway.”

He nods and begins snaking his arm around Steve’s middle. It takes a lot of effort when it comes to his left arm, but Eddie eventually manages to get both around Steve. He interlocks his fingers together, the weakened muscle strain now relieved as he rests his elbows (and a little too much body weight) on Steve’s hips.

Steve shuffles closer and Eddie uses what little strength he has to squeeze him tight – even if it’s only for a moment.

It’s good enough, he thinks. Might even be close perfect.

Like this, even with his barely recovering body, a less-than-romantic setting and a somewhat not entirely aligned angle, Eddie is warmed by the feeling of Steve’s heartbeat, strong and thumping in his chest against his own scarred cheek.

Steve shifts and Eddie soon feels a kiss being pressed to the top of his head.

“I’m taking you home now.”

Thump, thump.

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heyhoeudoin · 6 months

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Can I request a senku x fem reader where she goes with the group to the cave instead of magma and her and senku end up cuddling for warmth and senku is all flustered by it.

WARMTH

"Guess you can still be flustered, huh?"

pairing: senku ishigami x fem!reader

words: 2.9k

genre/s: fluff, comfort?

warning/s: she/her (sorry!), s1 ep 21-22, swearing, mention of tits

synopsis: senku never would have imagined that he'd get flustered over a simple hug (and like it a lot)

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a/n: i know it's been a year... i got busy, but better later than never! also, while rewatching this episode, i got so emotional like holy sht. the way senku got emotional in this episode just got me tearing up! i love senku so much and i miss dr stone a lot more than i thought i did (IT'S ONLY BEEN A YEAR SINCE IT ENDED LIKE?!?!)

as the group walked up to the edge of the cliff, the sun rises and the stone in suika's hand glowed bright blue shocking everyone around.

"it's blue... a gemstone," chrome says.

"why is it glowing?" suika asks looking at the rock she's holding.

"oh my god, it's scheelite!" you exclaimed as your eyes sparkled at the gem-like-stone in front of you.

senku smiled at you and exclaimed, "ten billion points for you, y/n!" he then walked forward pointing, and bending down at it. "it glows blue when exposed to ultraviolet light. reactions to ultraviolet light are especially visible right before the sun rises. in other words, only right now."

"a magic stone that glows just for this moment... " gen says with a small smile.

chrome went closer to the stone with a curious face. "i've never seen anything like it," he comments.

"me neither," senku says with sparkles in his eyes. "it's an ultra-rare gem. you guys did an incredibly good job, chrome, and suika. this stuff is used in modern filaments. atomic number seventy-four: tungsten!"

"it's the strongest metal in the universe!" you continued his thought as you kept hitting senku's shoulder in joy and excitement.

"ow~" he muttered holding his shoulder. you quickly wrapped your hands around the shoulder you kept hitting to try and soothe it while giving an apologetic look.

the next day, everyone gotten ready to make a cave expedition, and by everyone, it's just senku and chrome.

"this small chunk won't be enough, but it came down the stream in the cave. there must be tons further inside. tons of this heat-resistant treasure called tunsten," chrome says as he held up the stone.

"we only have one set of lights left," senku says holding up the said last pair of lights. "the last member of the exploration team will be... magma!" he called out making everyone shock, most especially you. "tungsten's tough as hell. we're going to need brute force to collect it. let's go cave diving. we're a trio of spelunking buddies. to the fun treasure dungeon!"

"buddies?!" magma exclaimed, shocked, and confused.

"senku, chrome, and magma?!" kohaku exclaimed.

"i've never heard of such a risky group," suika says.

"i-i-is that even safe?!" ginrou exclaimed. "he might be like, 'i'm the chief!', and attack you, or something, senku!"

"come on, let's get going—"

"objection!"

the group turned to where you stood firmly with a hand raised in the air. "what is this? a court?" gen commented.

you dropped your arm and stomped your way to senku with a pissed off expression. "you may be a genius, but you're still a dumbass." you looked down at him as you jabbed your finger into his shoulder. you spread your other arm to point at magma. "i do not trust him yet!" you exclaimed, bluntly. "which is why i'll be coming with."

senku deadpanned at you and sighs. "y/n, there's only three lights and we need magma to carry the scheelite," he stated.

you rose a brow and placed a hand on your hip. "oh? and you're saying that i can't do that," you retorted with a challenging tone.

senku's mouth snapped shut. how can he forget? you're a hundred percent the strongest here! he shakes his head. "well, it can't be helped," he says, shocking the rest. he turned to magma and told him, "you heard her. take those off."

"whaaat? that easily?!" chrome exclaimed.

senku shrugs, sticking a pinky in his ear. "i can't really stop y/n from doing what she wants. if she wants to come, let her."

"then who's going to carry the rocks?" gen asks.

"y/n will," senku answers.

"what?!" gen screamed. "i-isn't that a bit...? can y/n even handle it?" his arms waved around.

kohaku crossed her arms. "are you saying women are weak?" she looked at him pointedly.

gen furiously shook his head at her. "no no, of course not!"

"right, i never told you y/n's last name, haven't i?" senku comments as he turns over to you, who's walking over wearing the equipment.

"my full name is l/n y/n," you announced. "i am more than capable of carrying the scheelite." gen starts foaming at the mouth. however, those who aren't from the modern world, they don't understand.

"basically, y/n's family is famous for a lot of crazy things and she's stronger than anyone else here," senku explains. "now let's stop wasting time and go!"

you and senku followed chrome to the cave where he got the scheelite from where a small stream of water ended. senku dipped his fingers into it. "the water's lukewarm," he mentions with a chuckle. "we can definitely find some treasures."

the three of you ventured deeper into the caves. however, once they got to a certain part, senku immediately noticed something. "get back!" he screamed, extending his arm behind his back.

you and chrome stopped, tensing up. "what's wrong, senku?" chrome asks.

senku bent down, moving carefully, and cracked a piece of the floor. "it's mica. it's like baumkuchen." you let out an 'oooh', but chrome looked confused. "it's a rock that's brittle enough to break with your hands," he says as he tears a layer off of the one he's holding. he then looks up, shining the light in front of him. "look, they're natural pit traps."

the three of you look over to the abundance of pits. "damn," chrome lets out. "nature's traps are nasty."

"is it possible to get out of that once you fall in?" you then asked.

"yeesh, try to get back up with a rope or a ladder and it'll just cave in on ya," chrome grimance.

senku stood back up. a crack, you heard from under his foot. you leaped over and push him away. you tried to land as delicately as possible, but the ground couldn't handle it. a hole formed immediately beneath you, making you fall straight into it. you reached your hand up to try and grab the edge out of reflex. another hand reached out for yours and took hold of it. it was senku's hand... although he is having a hard time pulling you up.

"no, senku! let go! it's going to cave in under you!" you were able to scream out. true to your words, the ground beneath senku did cave in. you both fall into the pit.

"senku! y/n!"

you pulled senku closer to your body, putting an arm under his neck and legs. you quickly moved your body upright and looked down. your feet hit the ground with a thud and you bent down into a squat so that you don't crush your legs. you let out a sigh of relief as you stood back up and gently placed senku down.

"are you okay?" you asked him while removing the stuff behind your back.

senku stares at you dumbfounded. "no, no, are you okay?"

you chuckle. "i'm fine, senku. i continued the momentum, or whatever you call what i just did to prevent shattering my legs," you tell him reassuringly.

"go sit down while i try to think our way out," he says as he walks over to the wall in front of you. you did what he said and sat down, your eyes never leaving him as you didn't want to miss it in case it happens. senku sometimes lets out these cute noises whenever he thinks or tries something out. to your pleasure, he's making the noises! (a/n: bro he's so cute in this scene) you let out a giggle after he slides back down from trying to climb out.

senku turns to you with a raised brow. "what're you giggling about?"

"it's just... you're adorable," you bluntly answer him.

he blinks, then slightly smirks from the familiarity. "how long has it been since you've last called me that?"

"it's been a while that's what," you say with a smile. just then a stream of water flowed down into the cave. you and senku looked up to see chrome peering down, holding a glass bottle.

"chrome, what are you doing?" you ask with furrowed brows.

"if i keep pouring in water from the pond that's nearby, you might be able to swim back out," he explained.

that caught you off guard. you turned to senku and asked, "will that work?"

he starts cackling and from that alone, you already got your answer. "hang on, that's not bad," he says, then raised a finger in front of his face. you perked up, smiling with glee as you listened to senku's calculations tangent. you love it whenever he says his calculations out loud, and he does it with his pointer finger raised in front of him as well! it's adorable... and insanely attractive.

senku lowered his finger and lets out a laugh. he looked up at chrome and shouts out, "chrome, i'm going to tell you how to craft something. can you do it?"

"yeah, of course i can." chrome nods. "don't underestimate chrome the science user!"

after you tossed the bag with the big glass bottles, you waited patiently as you listened to senku instructing chrome on what to do. shortly after, pillars of water starts flowing down into the pit. "huh? how is the water going from low to high?" you and senku heard chrome ask out loud. you giggled as senku explained to chrome what a siphon is.

you looked to see the water slowly, but surely rising from the floor. your feet being already submerged into it. then your gaze went to senku, who's looking up. "are you sure you won't freeze before we could get up there?" you asked with a hand on your hip.

senku turned to you, still looking up. "i did the calculations. it should be fine before we get hypothermia," he says.

you rose a knowing brow. "that's for a normal person, senku, and you're not a normal person." by this time the water is already about half way at senku's body (you're taller than him so it's not really half way at your body yet).

senku stuck his pinky into his ear, shrugging. "it'll be fine," he says.

it was not fine.

the water's only at half way of the pit, but senku's already shaking and chattering from the cold. you slowly floated your way to senku and wrapped your hands around him. this shocked senku, jolting a bit from the sudden touch. "what are you doing?" he managed to ask.

"here, the tits will keep you warm."

senku gapped at you. why are you so goddamn blunt? because of his shock, he missed the part where you gently placed his head on your chest and guided his arms to wrap around your back. "well, aren't you red?" you say with a teasing smirk which brought him back to reality.

"huh?" senku felt flustered and embarrassed. he tried to push himself away from you, but with his strength versus yours... yeah it didn't work. "stop that!" you scolded him. "be glad that it isn't magma who's cuddling with you right now."

senku grimaced at the thought. "don't even mention that!" he exclaimed, looking up at you, making you chuckle. in the midst of your chuckle, he tightened his hold on you, pulling you closer to his body.

"well aren't you bold?"

he looked away, avoiding eye contact and letting his head rest on your chest. "i am doing this for the sake of getting warmth so that we both don't die of hypothermia," he says.

you rolled your eyes. "oh please, just admit you're liking this much more than you thought you did," you teased him.

his ears tipped red as he stayed silent.

you watched senku and chrome fanboying at the treasure cove of rocks with a smirk. a chuckle left your mouth, but the mood quickly died down as you pressed your lips together. "are you guys done yet? the sun's going to set soon and we should go!"

"ohhh come on! just a little bit longer," chrome whined.

"yeah, after all, we found a mountain of treasure," senku added.

you hooked your hands on the back of the boys' shirt and lifted them up. "when i say let's go, let's go."

the three of you exited the cave and the sun's already setting. "hurry up," you say as you picked the bag senku's carrying and hugged it against your chest. senku looked at you with protest, but you merely rose a brow at him which caused him to back down.

"why are you suddenly in a hurry?" chrome asked, looking slightly confused.

"you'll see."

once the three of you drew closer to the village, you dropped the bag in front of you took and out your makeshift blindfold. "senku dear~ could you wear this for me real quick?" you asked as he turned around.

he rose a questioning brow at you. "and for what y/n?" he asked. but you ignored his question and covered senku's eyes. you picked him up and threw him over your shoulder like a sack. "y/n? y/n?!" you picked up the bag up from the floor and happily jogged back your way to the village while humming.

chrome blinked then ran after the two of you. "what are you doing, y/n?!"

senku now stood in a room, blindfolded and hands tied. he knows that that's your hand on the back of his neck which means you're standing directly behind him.

"hey, senku-chan~ welcome home," gen says in front of senku, but he doesn't know that.

"huh? what's going on?" senku asks with an unwavering tone.

"hah!" kohaku triumphantly laughs. "don't bother trying to call for help, senku. we're all working with gen," she announced.

senku chuckles. "so you bastards finally figured out the hack, huh?" he says. "all you need to do is hand science and my head over to tsukasa, and the village is safe. it's perfectly logical." you could feel him trembling with nervousness. "...leave y/n out of this," he muttered to which only you heard.

gen lets out a short snort. "well, i have no idea what you're talking about, but..." he gave you a nod. you untied his hands and slowly took off his blindfolds.

senku stared in front of him, eyes swirling with nostalgia. you stared at him with a fond smile. it's been a while since you've seen him that emotional. he stepped towards the telescope and peered into it. he took a step back in awe. "an astronomy telescope... or rather, an observatory..." his voice gotten softer by the end. you blinked, trying to get rid of the tears that threatened to fall.

kaseki lets out an excited laugh. "january forth; rock day!" he exclaimed.

kohaku stepped up with a wide smile. "y/n told us it's your birthday today, senku!" she said.

"we all got you a birthday gift!" suika happily announced. senku walked closer to the window to see mostly everyone from the village standing outside.

"y/n told us everything we needed in order to make the telescope, and the whole village worked hard to make the observatory. you're going to have to fine-tune it yourself, senku-chan," gen explained.

ginro approached senku with a smug look. "are senku~ are you moved for the first time in forever? you can cry, you know. you don't need to hold it in," he teased.

"you're so low, ginro," kinro commented.

senku turned to the group with a smirk. "good job, everyone! this is extremely practical. we can use it as our own watchtower against tsukasa," he mentions with a wide cheeky smile.

"y-yeah, that's true," kohaku replies, not sure what to make of his reaction.

"your feedback's as rational as ever," gen comments.

"a guy doesn't bother mentioning his own birthday, and yet..." senku glanced at you. you gave him a smirk and a smug wave. a chuckle escapes his mouth.

"actually, i found out on my own even before y/n said anything," gen corrected to which senku immediately understood and the two conversed on how gen found out.

a while later, it's only you and senku left in the observatory. "did you really think i'd let them hand over your head to tsukasa?" you rhetorically asked. "and also, i can't believe that's the first thing you thought of. do you not have faith in them? you healed their priestess."

senku didn't reply as he stayed silent, looking up at the stars. you sighed as you walked over and hugged him from behind. "are you mad at me for giving away your birthday?" you softly asked. "well, i wasn't planning on giving it away, but gen approached me for a birthday gift idea and... this happened."

"i'm not mad at you, y/n." he rolled his eyes. "it's just..."

your hold on him tightened. "it's fine. i know. you don't have to say anything," you tell him.

senku turned around and wrapped his arms around you, laying his head on your chest. you felt yourself warm up a bit and held him closer. "so i am right." senku lifted his head up to look at you with confusion. "that you're liking this much more than you thought you did," you explained with a smug smirk.

he turned his head away, avoiding eye contact as he stayed silent and his ears tipped red.

masterlist a/n: this turned out way better than i thought it would.

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supercorpkid · 18 days

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Harun-El Saves The Day

Supergirl. Baby Danvers. Lena Luthor x BabyDanvers!Reader, Kara Danvers x sister!reader, Alex Danvers x sister!reader

Word count: 2640

Note: Angst. The one where James never once existed, but saving people with Harun-El did.

"I'm sorry." Lena fits herself inside your embrace, laying her head on your shoulder. She is a small person, but right now she feels even smaller.

"Please don't apologize for this." You kiss the crown of her head, tightening the hug.

Lena breathes out heavily. "I can't do it. Can't figure it out."

"It's ok, my love." Your hand travels up her back until you reach her hair. "Hey, look at me." Lena's eyes are so full of tears, it's hard for you to keep your own tears in check. "People have researched this for years, and still haven't figured it out."

Lena locks eyes with you. "But I have to."

"We have time."

But you don't. Not really. And she knows this probably better than you.

"Not enough, honey." Her hand goes to your hair, she scrapes the nape of your neck trying to comfort you. But then she runs her fingers to your hair, and a chunk of it comes out in her hand easily. She looks at it with a terrified expression.

"It's just hair." You make sure, when a fresh set of tears spring on her eyes.

"I'm going back to the lab." Lena doesn't give you time to argue. It doesn't matter that she just came back from the lab. Doesn't matter that it is late at night and that you know she probably hasn't eaten anything all day. Doesn't matter that you miss her dearly. So back to the lab she goes, and alone at home you stay.

Supergirl's feet touch on the balcony and you spare a quick look from over your shoulder when you register the familiar sound on the floor.

"I'm ok." You defend yourself, before she even makes her way inside the penthouse. Slowly the balcony door slides open, and your sister comes in.

"I heard you coughing." Kara explains herself, and also lets you know that she is aware that you're not ok.

"People are allowed to cough." You say in a joking manner, even though your heart is squeezed on your chest.

You look down to the tissue in your hand, and cling to it harder, so she doesn't see it's covered in blood.

"Not when I'm patrolling, they're not." She quips, a hint of humor in her voice, though you can sense the same weight pressing down on her heart. You take a deep breath as your sister comes closer and sits next to you. She is quick to wrap her arms around your torso, trying to make you feel comfortable. Kara's gaze sweeps the dimly lit apartment. "Where's Lena?"

"Lab."

"Right." Her large hands rest reassuringly around your ribcage, a sense of comfort that you rather keep to yourself. There's enough pity going around these days. "Alex and Brainy are also –"

"I know."

"We're all just –"

"I know."

You let out a heavy sigh. Kara kisses the top of your head, and you know the next time she opens her mouth is so she can give you one of her signature hope speeches.

But you don't want it. Can't have it. You’re tired of having hope, when it has led you nowhere. You’re sick and dying and that’s the whole truth. If the smartest people in the world can’t find a cure, it’s because there isn’t one.

And as if she can read your mind, Kara says nothing. Instead, she tightens the hug, breath shredding out like a silent cry.

You cough again and again. Try to hold it inside, but it comes out strong and painfully. Your mouth is full of blood, and you're sure of that because it tastes metallic. Your sister lets go of your frail figure so she can grab another tissue to clean you up.

You watch her eyes while she slowly runs it over the sides of your mouth and chin. She cries silent tears, blinking them away and biting the inside of her mouth to keep herself from crying out loud. And it pains you to see the happiest, bubbliest, nicest person on the planet like this, but there's nothing you can say to stop the tears cascading down her face.

“What good are all these powers, if I can’t save the people I love the most?”

You try a little smile, when her hand moves away from your face. “Your powers don’t exist for you to save the people you love.”

“Then what do they exist for, if not for you?”

“I don’t know, sis. Maybe there’s no reason. Maybe they just do.”

Kara furrows her brows, confusion crossing her face. “You used to think differently.”

“Well, I used to think we all existed for a reason, but I’m dying and I still don’t know what I’m here for, so —“

Kara fights the urge to tell you that you’re not dying, knowing that ignoring the harsh reality now is just useless, anyways. Not while she's holding your pale and frail body in such a protective manner and when she can feel you are, truly, slowly dying.

"I don't know who I'll be without you."

You trace the crest on her chest, forcing a sad smile out. "You'll be my sister whether I'm here or not."

You feel the bed dipping next to you, and you venture opening your eyes slowly. You can see a little bit of light coming from the window, even with the curtains closed, so you know it's day already.

"Come." You say, opening your arms, and Lena startles with the sound of your voice.

"Didn't mean to wake you up." She says, adjusting her body on yours. You breathe deep thinking about how perfectly your bodies still slot together, even though you're half of what you're used to be.

"It's ok. I'd rather sleep with you, anyways." You don't know what you said wrong, but you realize something is when Lena cries about it.

“I’m sorry.” She says again. It seems that lately all she does is apologize, like any of this is happening because of her. “I don’t want you to go to bed alone, but I need to find out the cure. I need you so bad.”

“I know, my love.” You kiss her shoulder, trying to apply more pressure into the hug. “It’s a tough situation and we’re trying to navigate it the best way we can.”

Lena turns around to look at you, breath hot on your face. “I’m sorry this is happening.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I’m still sorry.” She whispers and you understand exactly what she means, because you're sorry too. You're sorry about what happens after you leave. You're sorry about the amount of pain and sorrow your absence will inflict on Lena, your sisters, your mom, and your friends. You are sorry about many things you have no control over.

"Me too."

“I know you're still here, but God! I miss you already.” Lena's tears keep falling, no matter how hard you know she is trying to hold them back.

You give her a sad smile, followed by a little peck on her lips. “You said it yourself, I’m still here.”

"Yes," Lena deepens the kiss, and when she finally parts them it's only to whisper on your lips. "I love you today."

You furrow your eyebrows at her, "What about tomorrow?"

"Stay and ask me again then."

You smile at her, love almost bursting out of you and you know she can see it in your eyes how you feel, but you tell her anyway. "Well, I love you for evermore." You kiss her cheek to avoid looking at her while you say it. "You know, in case I die."

"Hey!" You hear Alex's voice probably coming from the front door. You know Lena has given your sisters a key to her apartment so they can come and check on you, but you still can't get used to them just wandering inside. "If you two are having sex, please let me know right now!"

You roll your eyes. You don't feel tough enough to yell out to her, so you let her make her way to the bedroom. "Hey, Al."

"Hey you." Alex makes her way closer, sitting on the bed next to you. "Made it out of the bed today?"

You manage to deny it with your head.

She looks around. "Oh, Lena's not here."

"Nope. Couldn't be having sex. And it's actually kinda cute that you think I'm still strong enough to do it."

She smiles. "Learned the hard way that I can never be too careful when it comes to you and Lena." You finally notice what she has in one of her hands and roll your eyes at it. "What?"

"Why are you doing this? I'm dying. No amount of examination is going to change that."

Alex's eyes get full of tears instantly, she bites the inside of her mouth, as if telling herself not to cry. "We just have to keep you alive until we find the cure."

"I hope you're real close."

She swallows, cleaning her tears. "Look, I – I promised myself I'd always keep you safe." She bites her lip and looks up. "And I – can't lose you, ok? So, toughen up."

You chuckle lightly when she carefully 'punches' your arm, jokingly.

"Let's check your vitals."

You hold her hand before she starts. "How about you lay next to me and tell me what happened after Princess Alex fought the dragon."

Alex smiles, remembering the stories from when you were younger. She does as promised, holding you tight and telling you how Princess Alex got the girl in the end.

You feel yourself falling asleep, slowly losing consciousness. And it's nice, almost peaceful. You're glad this is how you get to go. You wish Kara and Lena were also here, but if you're dying in someone's arms, might as well be inside your older sister's embrace.

That is until Alex wakes you up, terror washing over her as she urges you to stay awake.

"Your pulse is weak. I'm calling Kara."

"Alex, I'm dying." And she knows it. Alex is actively fighting it, even though she sees that the flicker of hope in your eyes is fading.

"Stop talking for a second, I need to do a first aid maneuver on you."

"Al –" You try to argue, even though it is a waste. You never once won an argument against Alexandra Danvers, it wouldn't be now she would let you win. Besides, you're feeling too dizzy, and you're sure you're about to faint.

"No. Talking." She says, applying pressure on your chest and you lose all your breath. Your eyes close unwillingly and you hear Alex's faint voice yelling in the back.

"STAY WITH ME! Open your eyes. Hey, please, please. Stay with me. You're going to be ok."

You're not going to be ok.

You wake up at the hospital. You can hear the faint voice of some doctors, but those are not the voices that wake you up.

"What I'm about to do is absolutely illegal. Any witnesses will be considered accessories to a crime." You hear Lena's voice, and open your eyes enough to see all of the nurses and doctors scrambling away.

"Well, aren't I in love with a criminal?" You joke and Lena rolls her eyes at you. Looking around the room and checking all of your vital signs in the machines.

"I got the cure." She comes closer, touching your weaker figure, making you smile. "Right on time, apparently."

"The – The cure?" You try to perk up, but you don't move much. "What is it?"

"Harun-El. Right from your sister's planet."

"How –" Your question is put to stop when you start coughing like crazy. Lena is fast to clean your mouth. "did you come across Harun-El?”

“It’s not important.” She deflects, not being able to look at your face. “We have to act fast, your pulse is weak and the oxygen support is at its max.”

“Lena.” You think about how two days ago she was nowhere near a cure and now, all of the sudden, she stumbled across Harun-El and realized she can use it to save you. “Lena, what did you do?”

“I got the cure.” She says, certain.

You hold her arm weakly. “Tell me how.”

Lena closes her eyes, breathes deep. Shame is visible on her expression. “Lex.”

“Lena.” It’s by your tone that she knows you’re trying to tell her off.

“I know, ok? I know!” Lena sits on the hospital bed, one tear sliding down her cheek. “I made a deal with the devil but — but I get to save you!”

You try to master all your strength for this. “Your brother is a bad person and he will use you!”

“Yeah. And I’m gonna let him because you will be alive. And you know what? That’s all that matters to me.”

You look at the syringe on her hands, finding it hard to trust something that came from Lex Luthor.

“Please, don’t let it be in vain. I did it. I’m compromised. But I get to save you.”

You cough, she cleans the blood again and nods for you to just accept it.

You try to catch your breath before speaking again. “What did my sisters say?”

“I didn’t run it by them. You’re here. You’re capable of making your own decisions. It’s your life.” Lena breathes out one more time, knowing you’re wasting time.

“So if I say no, you’re gonna let me die?”

Lena forces a smile, and raises her eyebrow. “Ok, you got me. I’m not letting you die. I guess you don’t really have a choice, huh?”

“I guess not.”

Lena's finger traces your face delicately. She breathes out and looks at you with complete resolution. "You have to be here so I can tell you that I love you tomorrow."

You give her a little nod.

"Let me get your sisters here for this." She doesn't have to say anything else for your sisters to barge in the room, proving Kara was definitely using her super hearing.

"We're here." Both Kara and Alex make their way towards the bed. "We're accessories to a crime."

"Yes, you are. And we'll talk about that super hearing later."

"Hey, my sister is dying!"

"Kara, can you see the problem?" Lena asks and Kara points at the middle of your chest. Lena gives her the big syringe and nods at it. You look at her, confused as to why she isn't doing it herself, but when she comes closer and kisses you gently, you understand it perfectly. If this doesn't work, she wants to be the one holding you. "I love you today."

It's quick. You think. When you wake up again and they're still around you. Alex is checking your vitals, Kara is serving as an X-Ray machine literally narrating how your body is doing a fast recovery, and Lena is holding your hand with so much strength it's starting to hurt.

"So," You talk without much effort, feeling the best you've felt in months. "do I get superhero powers now?"

Kara looks at Lena in shock, "Does she?"

"NO! She doesn't get superhero powers, she gets to live!" Lena rolls her eyes, annoyed that this is the first thing you said after she literally just saved your life. You barely have any color back on your face and you're already asking stupid questions. Well, she is your partner. She should've known better by now.

"Aw." Both you and Kara pout for a second, and then a second later add, "I mean, YAY!"

"Are you sure she isn't a little bit Kryptonian now?" It's Alex's time to ask with a smile on her face.

"No." Lena looks at you fondly, hand running over your face softly. "Just my silly baby Danvers."

"Our silly baby Danvers."

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #lena x reader #reader insert #alex danvers #supergirl fanfiction #babyDanvers #alex x reader #kara x reader #harun-el saves the day

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ectologia · 8 months

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Dabi making you let him give you nipple and clit piercings to prove how much you love him

CLIT PIERCING WITH DABI

DABI + FEMALE READER

WARNING: CO-ERCION, GENITAL PIERCING, SLIGHT ICE-PLAY, PROFANITY

“No, Dabi! I don’t want it..”

The stubby, stick-like fingers that curl around his wrist threaten his flimsy composure.

“I thought you said you wanted to do this? For me.”

You’re angled back, spine against the damp wall where a headboard would usually be found. He’s knelt, crouched between your knees with an intimidating metal contraption and a chipped porcelain bowl full of ice.

The frozen chunks are unsurprisingly cold, bitingly chilling against the hard nub of your seed-sized clit, being pressed and rolled about in circles under the swiftly melting bulb.

“Dabi..”

Your legs are snapped back into place by his wrinkled palm, spread open, nice and wide for him to see those twinkling crystal droplets dribble and drip from the crest of your swollen pussy into that tiny hole he likes to fuck on the weekends.

“Hey.” He juts his chin, hugging the meat of your thigh. “You love me, don’t you?”

“I do, I jus—”

“Then quit whining and do as your told. You wanna be my bitch? Ya’ gotta’ act like it.” He scoffs, bending an arm up with twiddling, crooked fingers. “Besides, we’ve already got these puppies done, what’s one more?” You squeak as he flicks and taps at the shiny bars impaled through your nipples, tinkering with the tiny balls.

“I’m scared, Dabi..”

You’re flinching once the silver clamp makes it’s appearance, scraping along the arch of your knee just to emphasise what horror awaits once he’s managed to nudge the tiny drill into your scared little puss.

“I know babe, I know. You don’t gotta’ be scared, your daddy’s an expert, remember?”

“Mhm..”

“Just close your eyes, and I’ll count down for ya’.”

“Okay..”

The first spike of prickling smooth metal is enough to have you curling inside out.

“One..”

He pinches the folded skin, spreading your little flower open with two calloused pads to reach his target.

“..Two.”

The forceps make their way into the cleft of your cunt, travelling up to zone in on that volatile, sensitive little bundle of girlie hormones, pumped with nerves and stiff with blood.

“Three.”

#𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha smut #dabi #dabi x reader #dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #todoroki touya smut #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya

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sparkles-rule-4eva · 2 months

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"Sonic vs. Tails - The Ultimate April Fools Battle"

AO3 link if you'd rather read it there ;)

6:38 a.m.

Early on a Monday morning, Sonic awoke to a rocking sensation. For a moment it was nice, soothing even, and he thought perhaps he'd fallen asleep on a hammock or something.

Except, it was in fact not soft fabric beneath him, but wooden boards.

A faint smell of salt alerted him next. Then a strong gust of wind. Then the cry of a seagull.

A seagull?!

His eyes shot open and he sat bolt upright, panic immediately flooding his chest upon seeing a huge mass of water all around him. He found himself sitting in a wooden fishing boat, smack dab in the middle of it.

He jumped up to his feet with a squeak of true fear, wobbling as the rocking of the boat nearly made him lose his balance.

He raced to the pole where the sails were attached and jumped onto it, full-body clinging to it with both arms and legs. "HOW IN MOBIUS DID I GET OUT HERE?!" he yelled indignantly, as loudly as he could for having just woken up.

A snicker sounded above him, and he jerked his head up so fast he nearly got whiplash.

And whom should he see perched atop the sails post but his little brother, Tails, his namesakes waving around and mischief practically written all over his face.

"Happy April Fools," the smug little fox greeted him, still giggling.

Sonic relaxed slightly, but shot Tails a feigned death glare. "It's on," he shot back, unable to hide a smirk.

8:23 a.m.

He had to be subtle about this. Tails was obviously very well aware what day it was. He had to be sly.

So, for his first prank of many, Sonic ran out to buy a cheap whoopie cushion, then slipped it in the Tornado's cockpit, at a perfect angle so Tails wouldn't see it until it was too late.

He was pretty proud of himself for keeping it cool, going on runs and swinging back by the workshop every few minutes to see when Tails needed to go out for a flight.

Except it was taking too long.

If he didn't get that over with, all his time to come up with more pranks for the day would be gone. And that simply wouldn't do.

"Hey, Tails!" he called from the roof, where he'd been leisurely lounging for the past five minutes. "Wanna go for a shopping run?"

After a pause of silence filled only with the sound of some metal clanging, Tails called back, "For what? I thought we were stocked."

"No, we need more— flour." He quickly improvised, having not actually checked the pantry beforehand.

"Why do we need more flour?" Tails sounded both distracted and confused as he continued whatever he was clanging around with.

"Because bread." Sonic flipped onto the ground and leaned his head through the window. "We should make bread."

Tails finally pulled back his goggles and shot him a look. "Why do you want to make bread?"

"Don't question it, Tails! Why can't I be allowed to wanna try new stuff?"

"Because it's April Fools, that's why." Tails smirked and pulled his goggles back down, studying the chunks of metal he was abusing. "There's probably a prank waiting for me at the store or something."

Sonic clasped a hand to his chest dramatically. "You seriously think I went and sabotaged public property just to pull a prank on you?!"

Without missing a beat, and without shifting his eyes from his work, Tails replied, "Yeah."

Sonic huffed and crossed his arms. "Well, I didn't. And the only way for you to see that is to come on shopping with me. I'll even let you pick the store so that you can be sure."

Tails looked at him, arching a brow and resting one hand on his hip. "You're so random," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "You realize you can go shopping by yourself, right?"

"Well, sue me for wanting to spend time with my darling little brother," Sonic pouted, trying his best to pull off a puppy-dog-eyes look.

"Since when did you become so clingy?" Tails laughed, finally setting aside his things and flying over to the window.

Finally!

"It was inevitable. You're too loveable." Sonic yanked him into a hug, right before letting him start flying towards the Tornado.

"I don't know whether to feel touched or suspici—" Tails abruptly broke off as he hopped into the cockpit, and the whoopie cushion immediately squeezed beneath him, filling the air with its awful sounds.

His face went beet red for a moment, then he closed his eyes and sighed. Sonic had already fallen over laughing, tears springing to his eyes at Tails's expression.

"Bread, huh?" Tails sounded way too calm as he turned to face his brother, but there was a terrifying glint in his eyes.

"You bet!" Sonic laughed. "Come on, what are you waiting for? Let's go get flour!"

Tails picked up the whoopie cushion and hurled it full force at the hedgehog's face.

8:52 a.m.

After the whoopie cushion incident, Tails forced Sonic to go out shopping anyway. He even managed to trick him into thinking he was doing it as an apology.

Oh, was that poor hedgehog mistaken. He was so in for it. Tails had sent him out shopping— alone— so he could set up his revenge prank.

He decided to go with a simple one. Perhaps he would save the more intricate and wild pranks for later in the day.

This one would still be personal, though.

Barely suppressing a little cackle of glee, Tails snatched a large bottle of clear super glue and generously poured it all over the welcome mat at his front door. This glue wouldn't fully dry for another twenty to thirty minutes, and since Sonic was only getting one thing from the store, he wouldn't take nearly that long.

Sure enough, five minutes after he'd laid the prank, he heard the distinct BOOM in the distance of his brother's impending arrival.

Tails already knew Sonic wasn't going to notice the glue. If it wasn't immediately obvious, and he wasn't in danger, he didn't pay attention to detail like that.

The door handle jiggled for a moment, then was followed by a banging on the door. His muffled voice called, "Tails, if you're gonna send me out to buy stuff we don't actually need, the least you could do is leave the door unlocked for me to actually give you the stuff we don't need."

"Oh, dear chaos!" Tails called back, deliberately sounding way too dramatically surprised. "How did the door lock itself?!"

It didn't matter if Sonic caught on. If he was banging on the door, it was too late for him.

"I don't like your tone, young man." Sonic definitely sounded suspicious, and Tails could barely suppress his triumphant laughter.

"Sorry, Dad." With a snicker, he unlocked the door and swept it open, where he found Sonic standing with a hefty bag of flour, shooting him a look.

He was standing right in the middle of the super glue puddle.

"Seriously, bro? Locking me outside? That's the best you g-GAAUHH!" Sonic broke off as he tried to take a step forward, only to pull the entire doormat up with his foot and lose his balance. He tried desperately to right himself, but only ended up pinwheeling his arms, losing his grip on the bag of flour, and falling square on his chest. A second later, the bag of flour came down on his head and immediately popped open upon pricking his quills.

After the flour dust settled, the two brothers looked at each other for a solid ten seconds, the younger standing tall with his arms crossed and a smug smile, the older slumped on the ground, covered in flour to the point of looking like a ghost, glaring daggers.

He sneezed. "That was low. I like my kicks."

"They'll be fine," Tails insisted, brushing off the flour that had drifted into his fur. "I've got a solution that'll cancel out the glue."

Sonic shook himself off, then stood up and sneezed again. "You owe me twenty rings for the waste of perfectly good flour that we didn't need."

Tails stuck his tongue out at him, then started blowing the spilled flour out the door with his tails.

9:35 a.m.

Sonic took a shower after the flour incident, and he made it quick enough so that Tails didn't have any time to try anything more on him, since he was still cleaning up said flour.

Once he'd gotten out and dried off, Tails brushed past him into the bathroom, and a few seconds later he heard the shower start up again.

No way there was this golden opportunity just dangling in front of him . . .

Grinning, Sonic first went to the kitchen and hit the switch for the power hose. Next time Tails went to wash the dishes, he was in for a little surprise.

Then, very quietly, he nudged the door open to the bathroom (where Tails was still in the shower), reached in, and flushed the toilet.

A second later, there was a high pitched "Yipe!" and one very startled, very wet fox kit scrambled out of the tub at the suddenly freezing water.

Sonic heard his name screeched furiously from over his shoulder as he laughed and booked it for the front door, only to catch on the doormat and faceplant the sidewalk, his socks now stuck in the super glue still coating the mat.

10:14 a.m.

He deserved this fate, Tails claimed.

"It's called revenge!" Sonic yelled through the door from where he lay on the ground outside in the yard. "Sweet, totally fair, revenge! Can I have the anti solution for the glue now?"

"Nope," Tails called back.

"C'moooon. These are my last clean socks, I can't just take them off and put on dirty ones. Do you want me to defile the house with smelly feet?"

"Ohh, manipulation. That's a new one!"

"Tails!"

"Just wear flipflops. Or go barefoot. I dunno."

"I don't like flip flops!" Sonic squirmed onto his side. "And I don't like being barefoot! Running barefoot is painful!"

"Ah, well. Guess you'd better apologize for ruining my lovely shower and forfeit all your desserts to me for the next three months, if you ever want to run again."

"Sorry, who was being manipulative?"

"You were!"

Sonic huffed. "You know, I could just do laundry. Yeah. Do laundry and be free."

"Wow!" Tails sounded way too amazed. "That's so genius!"

"I'll wash all my socks! I'll wash all the socks!" With caution, Sonic forced his way back onto his feet, then hopped inside the house, doormat still attached. "I'll be free in a matter of . . . hours." He frowned. "Hey Tails, can dish soap clean clothes? And how fast does a fur dryer dry clothes?"

Tails was standing in the kitchen, pouring the remains of the flour that hadn't touched the floor into a canister. He eyed his brother for a moment, then smiled sweetly. "There's one way to find out."

Without thinking, Sonic broke into a relieved grin and started hopping his way into the kitchen. "Good, because if I have to be stuck like this for one—"

He turned the faucet on, and immediately a powerful spray of cold water shot out at his face from the power hose. He yelped and sputtered, immediately switching it off as he suddenly realized he'd fallen for his own prank.

Or, more likely, Tails had seen right through his prank, and had made him fall for it.

Sonic looked down at him, water dripping down his face and off his quills. Tails had lost his cool composure and was doubled over, squeaking with laughter.

10:30 a.m.

"I deserved that one," Sonic grumbled, toweling off his face.

Tails sat beside him on the porch, eyes closed in smug contentment as he brushed out his tails. "Yes. You did."

Sonic turned and grinned devilishly. "You realize this isn't over, lil bro."

Tails turned a fanged smile right back on him. "Far from it."

11:04 a.m.

Sonic burst through Amy's door and immediately said, "Ames, I need a favor!"

Amy nearly jumped out of her skin, dropping her paintbrush onto the carpet. She sighed, but picked it up without complaining, set it on the ledge of her painter's stand, and gave him her attention. "What's up?"

"Sorry for that," he said quickly, then added, "Could you make a batch of chocolate chip cookies, but like, make three of them with raisins instead?"

Amy wrinkled her forehead even as she smiled. "Wait, what? Why?"

"It's April Fools. I need to get back at Tails."

"Oh, no." Amy laughed as she stood up and started heading for her kitchen. "What'd he do?"

"Oh, many things." As Amy set to making the cookies, he told her all about the events of the day so far. He told her about the pranks on both sides, just to keep it fair.

Amy was aware of their April Fools traditions. The same basic thing had happened the past two years as well.

It had been last year that they learned the hard way not to prank Knuckles. Or Shadow.

"You should really learn to bake," Amy commented as she eventually pulled the batch out of the oven. "It's really very fun! And satisfying."

"You know what'll be satisfying?" He snickered. "The look on Tails's face when he thinks he's gonna taste chocolate and tastes raisins instead!"

Amy shook her head with an amused sigh. "That too, I guess."

They hung out together for another twenty minutes or so, then Sonic bid her farewell and took off back to the workshop.

12:22 p.m.

Tails had resumed working on whatever project he'd been doing earlier that morning.

"Yo, Tails!" Sonic raced into the room, holding the container of cookies. "Amy made us cookies!"

"Ooh, she did?" Tails immediately paused what he was doing and lit up, but then suspicion clouded his face. "Wait . . . what's going on?"

"Bro, it's just cookies," Sonic laughed. "What, do you think they're poisoned?"

Tails kept hesitating, but Sonic could see him scenting the air. Since the majority of them were chocolate chip, he was detecting that— not the few raisins.

"Okay. I'll take one," he finally relented, and Sonic handed him one with raisins.

He started heading back to his project as he took a bite, but immediately stopped in his tracks. Sonic watched him stop chewing and look at the cookie for a long moment, then turn and shoot him a deadpan look.

"You're so mean," he complained, mouth still full with the bite he refused to swallow (he hated raisins). Then he tried to spit it out onto Sonic, who yelped and raced away, dropping the container of cookies on the floor.

Tails picked it up, having already figured out that most of the others were actually chocolate chip. Jokes on Sonic, now he had all the good cookies to himself.

1:01 p.m.

Their prank fest had delayed lunch a bit, so Sonic (after eventually returning) told Tails to kick back and relax while he made chili.

Tails seemed a little too pleased with the idea, but Sonic barely noticed, too hungry to care.

As he stirred through the pot, Tails watched him, grinning in anticipation for the meal. Earlier, while Sonic had been lying around the front yard with the doormat glued to his socks and complaining, Tails had switched out the salt and sugar.

Half an hour later or so, they sat down together to eat. It seemed Sonic thought they had reached a temporary truce, but oh, little did he know.

Tails deliberately took his sweet time in spooning the chili onto his hot dog, eyeing his brother in his corner vision. Sonic had made his in no time, digging in with two big bites before Tails had even finished dressing his.

Almost immediately Sonic paused, blinked a couple times, then kept chewing. Then paused again, frowning.

His eyes flicked to Tails, who quickly resumed dressing his chili dog.

Sonic finally swallowed. "That's weird."

"What's weird?" Tails asked innocently, actually being subtle this time.

"Chili tastes more like dessert." The hedgehog squinted at him. "Did you sabotage the chili cans?"

Tails sniffed. "How dare you accuse me."

"Did you?"

"No, I didn't. The cans were sealed, weren't they?"

"Hm." Sonic took another hesitant bite, but stopped again, shaking his head. "This tastes so weird. Have you tried yours?"

Tails shrugged. "Try salting it," he suggested, avoiding the question.

Sonic grabbed the salt shaker and generously covered his chili dog with its contents, then took another bite, only to actually choke over it this time.

"Okay, did you—?!" He snatched the shaker again, shook a little onto his finger, tasted it, then chucked it at Tails, who laughed and dove out of the way. "You switched the salt and sugar?!"

"Well, duh!" Tails switched to hovering over the table, snickering. "There are no truces today, dearest brother!"

Sonic threw the too-sweet chili dog at him next, inevitably splattering chili over the table.

"You're cleaning that up!" Tails called in a singsong voice. "I'm going out to Josef's Pasta Alla Paccico!"

"OH, NO YOU DON'T!"

2:10 p.m.

They both ended up eating out at Josef's, and even though they did truly call a ceasefire for a grand total of twenty-five minutes, they split the time between actually eating and blowing their straw wrappers at people, having mini sword fights with the butter knives, and constructing architecture with the plates and takeout boxes.

Needless to say, the only reason they didn't get kicked out was probably because both Sonic and Tails were practically world-renowned.

Not long after they returned to the workshop, Sonic inevitably crashed for a nap. He usually couldn't make it through a day without a nap at some point, which was always unfortunate for him on this particular day of the year.

Tails studied him where he slept, on a branch of the tree in his front yard. He knew he'd been the last one to pull something, but hey, who said they were taking turns?

There was simply no way he was passing this up.

First, he grabbed a sharpie and very carefully drew an elaborate mustache worthy of Eggman across his brother's face. He added a few random smiley faces on his cheek and arms, as well as the phrase "SLO-MO" on one shoulder.

Then he grabbed an assortment of potato chips and began carefully stacking them on his head, in his hands, on his stomach, in an entire tower.

He made sure to take pictures through the whole process, then— leaving him there to sleep, still covered in sharpie and potato chips— flew off to print the photos.

Going above and beyond, he put the printed photos in a fancy envelope, marked them as "priority mail," addressed them to Sonic's post office box, disguised himself, then dropped them off at the post office.

An hour passed after he had done all that, and Sonic finally stirred awake.

Upon seeing the stack of chips in front of him, he promptly fell out of the tree with a yelp, and Tails started giggling.

"What did you do to me?" Sonic whined, brushing all the crumbs off his head and chest as he stood up, still groggy.

"You think that's bad?" Tails teased. "Go check the mirror."

A look of horror filled his brother's eyes, then he was gone in a flash. Tails kept giggling, and laughed harder when he heard the yell from inside: "WHY DID YOU MAKE ME LOOK LIKE EGGFACE?!"

"It's called revenge!" Tails called back gleefully. "Sweet, totally fair, revenge!"

Sonic came storming back outside. "How dare you use my own words against me."

"Sorry," Tails told him insincerely.

His brother scrubbed at his cheek. "How long will it take for this to wash off?"

Tails shrugged. "A couple days, probably."

Sonic's resulting screech was loud enough to startle away all the nearby flickies.

4:32 p.m.

Sonic spent at least half an hour in the bathroom desperately trying to scrub the marker out of his fur, but only succeeded in making it fade a little.

"Taking advantage of my sleep cycle," he huffed, reaching out to mess up Tails's bangs from where the fox kit sat on the couch. "So rude."

Tails tried to fix his bangs, while Sonic flopped onto the other end of the couch. "Consider it payback for you dyeing my fur green last year."

"You still looked cool, at least!" Sonic protested. "If Egghead sees me like this, I'm never going to hear the end of it."

"I looked like a lime!" Tails shot back. "I had to hide from society for an entire month!"

"It wasn't a month."

"Three and a half weeks. Close enough."

"Mm."

Tails shot him a look, and Sonic reached over to mess up his bangs again. He was rewarded with a throw pillow to the face.

Sonic threw it back, and it was just about to escalate into a fully fledged pillow fight when the doorbell rang.

Both of them froze, and Sonic zipped away in a flash. "I'm not here! You don't know me! If anyone asks, I'm in Holoska on a nice, arctic vacation!"

"Chicken!" Tails taunted after him, then flew over to the door and pulled it open to find Amy and Knuckles standing on the other side.

(Thankfully, the super glue had dried hours before.)

"Hey, guys!" he greeted them, stepping back to let them in. "What's the occasion?"

Amy said sweetly, "We just wanted to make sure you and Sonic were doing okay!" at the same time Knuckles said, "We came to supervise."

Tails rolled his eyes. "We don't need babysitters."

Amy glanced around. "Did Sonic leave?"

Knuckles frowned as Tails snickered. "I guess he did. He's telling everyone he's going to Holoska."

"You can't stop me!" Sonic's muffled voice shouted from somewhere towards the back of the workshop.

"Nobody's trying!" Tails called back, his voice catching on a laugh. "Just be sure to warn Jari-Pekka about your new look!"

"New look?" Knuckles echoed.

Amy facepalmed. "What did you do to him?"

Tails waved a hand flippantly. "It'll come off in a few days."

"And this is why we thought you two needed supervision," Knuckles groaned. "Today always gets out of hand."

"Do we need to separate you two?" Amy asked, although she was grinning.

Sonic chose that moment to burst explosively out of the closet, zip to his brother's side, and pull him close in a protective hug. "No, don't separate us!" he insisted, forcing a huge smile. "Everything's going just fine!"

Knuckles and Amy took a solid ten seconds to stare at Tails's artwork all over Sonic's face, then started laughing, albeit good-naturedly.

Tails grinned at where he was still trapped in his brother's hold, only to start violently trying to squirm away when said brother slipped a sharpie out of hiding and started drawing his revenge on the fox's face.

6:00 p.m.

Knuckles and Amy chose to spend the rest of the day at the workshop with them, just to make sure things didn't get any crazier than they already had. By the time dinnertime arrived, both Sonic and Tails had sharpie all over their faces, although the "art" on Tails's face could hardly be called as such. Because of his squirming during the whole process, it was nothing more than random scribbles of blue in random places on his face.

"Next year I'll dye you blue," Sonic promised him as the four of them had dinner together (after Amy switched back the salt and sugar). "We can match!"

"Pass." Tails swallowed his bite. "I'll just look like some kind of mutant smurf."

Sonic snickered. "All the more reason to do it, then!"

Amy groaned. "Boys . . ."

"Hey, we should rope you into this!" Sonic exclaimed suddenly, staring straight at Amy.

"If you want a hammer to the face next, feel free!" Amy stuck her tongue out at him, although she had to hide a giggle.

"As long as you leave me out of it, do whatever you want," Knuckles put in wearily, sounding much like a parent tired of trying to control his children.

Tails smiled at all of them. Knuckles was right; this day was always crazy, and sure, things got out of hand sometimes. But he had no regrets. It was fun. It was a stupid way of bonding with his brother, and that was something he would never regret.

A Happy April Fools Day, indeed.

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kaeyx · 2 months

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Vis habere hunc cabalarium in sponsum - Nakahara Chuuya

Pairing: knight!Chuuya X afab!gn!reader [2.5k]

Warnings: smut, period typical mentions of god/christianity/marriage, loss of virginity, technically infidelity, p in v sex, Chuuya is whipped, not proofread!!

Additional notes: this is the white day special! Thank you to my pookie @neviex for giving me the brainrot <3

"Tomorrow. You will go to the church. And you will be wed."

"And you'll go with me?" You say it like a question, though you already know the answer.

"Of course."

"And afterwards?" You also know the answer, you've asked at least a dozen times this week alone. It helps to hear him say it.

"I'm not going anywhere." He confirms.

"All throughout the festivities."

Chuuya just looks at you, his face somber. You sit on your bed with a sigh, and he shuts the heavy door to your room behind himself. A fire burns merrily in the hearth, but the air is cold. Neither of you speak. You begin to take off your boots just to have something to do, and Chuuya turns to the fire, kneeling by it. His chainmail and the edges of his tunic gleam in the light, but you can't see his face.

After shirking your belt and tunic you fall back onto your sheets with a sigh, clad in just your shirt and drawers. Being half naked in front of Chuuya is ill advised, especially on the eve of your wedding, but it's not like you care. He's been with you far longer than your future spouse will ever be. It doesn't feel unnatural at all.

Your thoughts swirl, somber. In the morning you'll leave this place and never come back, auctioned off like a pawn in exchange for an alliance. It's how things work and you've numbly accepted it, but somehow your heart still aches. The next fief over seems a world away, and you know you won't be able to visit home whenever you feel like it.

"I can't stand to see you like that," Chuuya says, startling you. In the firelight, his hair glows like a halo.

You sit up, looking at him properly. He's still facing away from you. Somehow, Chuuya has always been able to read your thoughts. "Miserable?"

"Married." Chuuya's eyes meet yours.

He finally gets up, and you see he's got something in his hands. A messy lump of small, riveted iron. Wordlessly he crosses the room and kneels at your feet, taking your left hand off the bed. Your mouth goes dry and your legs part automatically, letting him settle between them. You're very suddenly aware of your heart, beating frantically in your chest, hard enough to make you dizzy.

Chuuya's eyes find yours, uncharacteristically wide.

"Please," he says. There's something vulnerable in his voice. You nod.

He fiddles with the metal then slides it onto your finger, and you let him. It's a ring, made of chainmail. Your eyes flick between him and your hand, and he wordlessly shows you the hem of his mail, the small chunk missing there. Just enough for you to notice, if you know what you're looking for. Your heart aches as you look into his eyes, scared and hopeful and determined all at once.

Something rises in your chest, burning your throat. You sniff and rub your eyes, ripping your hand out of his grasp only to pull him into a hug. Hot tears slide down your cheeks and you muffle a choked sob into the cold metal of his shoulder. Chuuya's arms, just as strong and steady as you've always imagined, hold you tightly to his chest and he buries his nose in your hair. He manoeuvres you carefully but effortlessly onto your bed, going with you when it becomes apparent that you refuse to let go. Like this you're properly tangled up, practically sitting in his lap with the sharp, almost spicy smell of sweat and cloth all around you. Your chest feels lighter than it has in weeks, and the ring is warm around your finger.

You waste no time sneaking a hand down to the hem of his tunic, slipping it under the mail and cotton as you kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Wh- hey, what-" Chuuya splutters, his hands lifting from your body in uncertainty.

"Consummate it," you reply firmly, pressing yourself closer to him and pulling his mouth back onto yours.

His demeanour shifts and he's on you in an instant, just like you knew he would be. Letting out a muffled moan against your mouth while he pushes you down, one hand gripping your waist while the other rests next to your head. His legs are between yours, keeping them spread, making you feel deliciously exposed. You feel naked already, laid bare for him, and it feels /right/. Just like how you'd imagined your wedding night to be, when you were still a child who listened to fairy tales.

Chuuya's hands burn, sliding up your hips and under your shirt. He pauses as the fabric reaches the top of your thighs, looking at you uncertainly.

“Yes,” you say immediately, a comforting warmth blooming in your stomach.

He uncovers your skin bit by bit, transfixed, unable to keep his eyes off you as he slowly strips you of your last layer. You raise your hands to your chest, nervous, but he gently takes them and puts them back by your head. He looks mesmerized, his mouth parted as he looks you up and down. A soft “/wow/” escapes from his lips and you can't help but laugh.

“I don't want to be the only one bare,” you remind him, tugging on his sleeve.

Chuuya visibly shakes himself and scrambles off the bed, bending forward to help his mail slide over his head and fall to the ground with a heavy, metallic thunk. He unceremoniously shirks his tunic and hose, suddenly revealing a great expanse of skin to you. It's all wiry muscle and freckles, pale and covered in scars from various skirmishes. You can't help but stare, taking in the graceful curve of his collarbones and hips, the seamless way each muscle leads into the next as he steps towards you. Your hands twitch, eager to reach out to him, to touch him.

Chuuya takes your hand, kissing your ring before turning it around and kissing your palm too. His lips move slowly, as if he wants to savour your skin, down the inside of your wrist and all the way to the crook of your elbow while he crawls onto the bed again. In a daze, you run your free hand over his back and side, feeling how his hip fits perfectly against your palm, like you were made to hold each other.

Curling your free hand in towards his hair you pull Chuuya away from your arm, skin still tingling wherever his lips touched it. You stare into his storm grey eyes and he looks back with just as much intensity. No words come out, but he lowers himself down until his forehead is resting against yours, his breaths mingling with yours.

“You know what this means, right?” Chuuya asks, and you look at him again.

“I'm marrying you.”

He nods. “In God's eyes, we're wed. You can go put on a show tomorrow and be handed off to whoever you like, but it doesn't matter.”

You stroke his cheek. “Mine,” you say simply. “My husband.”

He gasps at that, his pupils going wide and dark, clearly not anticipating the effect your words would have on him. Chuuya grabs your chin, kissing you messily and desperately, groaning into your mouth.

“Fucking hell.” His voice trembles. “I want you so much, right now.”

You whine at that, shivering as he trails kisses to your neck and chest. “Please, Chuuya?”

“Anything, anything you want.”

“Do it.” You hesitate a second, nervous and excited all at once. “Take me.”

He tugs on the last piece of fabric covering you, sliding the hose off your legs finally letting him see you. They fall onto a heap next to his own clothes, while Chuuya's hands trace your bare thighs. There's wonder in his eyes, longing. You reach out for him, pulling him back up to lie on top of you, feeling the hardness of his chest and the graceful lines of his spine and neck.

That's when you finally let yourself focus on it, and look down. His cock, resting thick and heavy on your stomach, the tip weeping little milky drops of precum that glisten in the firelight. Chuuya sees you staring and kisses your forehead, slowly taking his length in his hand and smearing the mess onto your stomach.

“Don't be scared,” he reassures.

“You're shaking too,” you point out, stroking his back.

“I….” Chuuya swallows, looking back into your eyes. “I can't believe this is real. That you're real.”

“I never thought I could be so happy about getting married. I'm just…. nervous.”

You part your legs a little more as he rubs the tip over your folds, gasping when he feels how wet you are.

“It's okay, I won't hurt you. Can I?” Chuuya pauses, poised over you, glowing like an angel on fire in the light of the merry embers.

“Always,” you nod.

He holds your hand, intertwining your fingers and leaning down towards you, kissing your shoulder. You relax against the foreign feeling, gasping as something hot and unfamiliar slides against your folds, holding onto his sides for support. This is it.

"Take me, take me inside. I've got you," he whispers feverishly against your neck, groaning low in his throat.

His lips feel so soft and his hair tickles your chest, scarred arms keeping you safe and pressed between him and your bed. It's a sin but the consummation feels holy all the same. No, not a sin. A betrayal. Throwing away your chastity. And yet, as you whine and dig your nails into Chuuya's bare, muscled back, you don't regret it one bit. You're right where you're meant to be, surrounded by him and full of him at the same time, feeling his hot breath on your skin as he trembles above you. Your /husband/. It stings only a little, his thick girth stretching your walls, breaking your purity and you lean into the feeling. Only he'll feel like that.

“Move Chuuya, please….. I can take it.”

Chuuya nods, wide eyed, his gaze never leaving yours. He drinks in all your expressions, the twitch of your brows and how you bite the inside of your mouth and cling to him, your nails surely leaving little marks on his skin. You groan quietly, the feeling of something dragging along your walls is strange, but you also feel oddly full. Oddly whole. You fit together perfectly, your warm cunt wrapped tight around him and twitching with arousal, Chuuya's breath catching in his throat when his cock is squeezed. He gives a few timid strokes then moves his hips more, in and out, sloppy motions that are nonetheless perfect. He cups your cheek with one calloused hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the corner of your eye to wipe away the last of your earlier tears.

Chuuya's eyes travel down your body and he leans back a little to get a good view, running his hand down your chest and stomach with care. He reaches down, down between your legs where your bodies connect, and pauses to look back up at you.

“Yes, Chuuya. You can,” you nod, rubbing his arm.

His fingers trace your cunt gently, reverently, feeling your entrance stretched wide around him. He brushes against your clit and you gasp, you hips twitching up to chase more of that unexpected pleasure.

“Is that good?” Chuuya asks, stroking the spot and feeling the hard nub hidden under its hood.

You nod, grabbing his wrist and pushing his hand further against you, biting your cheek and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Don't stop,” you whisper, “move more, Chuuya, please.”

He nods, wide eyed, his breaths shaky as he begins to pump his hips again. Chuuya slowly finds a rhythm, one thumb stroking your clit in messy motions as he fucks into you. You groan and writhe under him, your head tossing from side to side, unsure where to put your hands or where to look, pinned under those beautiful eyes that seem to want to devour you.

“It's okay, it's okay, I'm never leaving,” Chuuya is babbling incoherently, such a stark contrast to his usual strong, expressive voice. His eyes look unfocused, his mouth hanging open a little and lips glistening with spit.

“Chuuya…” You whine, pulling him in by the hair to kiss him and feeling his lips continue to whisper reassurance against yours.

“I'm yours, okay? And you're mine, all mine.”

You nod shakily, the words sending a spike of need straight to your pussy. Chuuya smiles, dazed and self satisfied and full of love all at once, gripping your thigh and pulling it against his side. Something about the angle lets him go deeper, dragging against your walls while you hold him tight and hide your face in his hair. His head is bowed as if in prayer, buried in your chest as he groans and swears under his breath, pressing your bodies closer until every smooth roll of his hips rips a gasp from your throat. Your hands find their way into his hair, pulling on the silky strands as you hook your legs around his waist, finally relaxing and letting yourself be louder. His hips slap rhythmically against yours to create a wet, embarrassing noise and his thumb never leaves your clit, rubbing and circling and playing with the slick pearl as it swells and twitches. Something is building, growing tight and hot in your cunt, making your legs tremble and squeeze him tighter.

“I think… Chuuya, I'm going to…”

“Let go, please my love, let yourself go…”

Your eyes roll back as the knot snaps, your voice breaking on his name as you finally cum. Your hands fisted in his hair and clawing at his back, your legs locked around his hips while he keeps pumping into you, as if your body is instinctively trying to draw him in deeper. The whole world narrows down to him, his warm body over yours, the sharp smell of sweat, his gorgeous voice muffled into your chest as he almost cries from the feeling. Your cunt is spasming uncontrollably, tightening around him to the point of being painful when he moves, trying to suck him in. And Chuuya was never a strong man when it came to you. He gives in as soon as you cry out, his own orgasm crashing into him until he's gritting his teeth and digging his fingers into your bedding, his hips stilling as he fills you up. It's warm, spreading through you and mixing with the feeling of satisfaction sinking into your very bones.

Chuuya trembles through his orgasm, all his muscles tense, before falling into a heap on top of you. He's panting hard, his hands refusing to leave your hips as you wrap your arms around him. You're both sticky with sweat and you can feel his cum beginning to dribble out of your cunt, probably staining the sheets, but you feel too exhausted and wonderful to move.

“My knight,” you say happily, kissing the top of his head.

Chuuya rubs his cheek against you, turning his head just enough to press a warm kiss to your chest. “Yours.”

#chuuya.bsd #knight!chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #knight Chuuya

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in1-nutshell · 7 months

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Being Swerve's older sibling and reuniting with Swerve

SFW, familial, platonic, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

MTMTE

Part 2 of 2

Part 1 here

Part 3 here

Now present time.

Buddy was very much alive.

They had been ambushed by a team of Decepticon. They managed to get off the ship using one of their escape pods while everyone was recharging. However, Buddy accidentally put themselves into stasis lock entering the escape pod. By the time they did manage to get out of stasis lock, the war was over. They didn’t know that yet. They try contacting anyone on their team, but no one answered.

Then Buddy tries their deep space channel. Come to find out there was an overwhelming number of messages from Swerve Buddy decides to listen to them one by one after realizing that they would be waiting for a while.

They are tearing up hearing their brothers’ struggles and hearing how much had happened over the war and its ending. They eventually reach to the most recent messages and nearly breaks into a violent sob hearing what had happened in the Swearth incident. Buddy just wanted to hug all the sadness from Swerve when they got to him.

Buddy sets to work on a destress beacon after the last message finished. They eventually get a beacon operational and wait.

Rodimus gets a distress pod signal not too far from where they were alert and immediately turns the ship. Once the ship reaches the pod the bridge is connected. In enters Buddy in all their huge glory. They are dented, scratched and in terrible need of a new paint job.

Rodinmus and Magnus are a bit in awe at Buddy’s size but welcome them.

“Welcome to the Lost Light stranger!”--Rodimus

“No thank you for helping me from that pod. I’ve just learned I’ve been there so long I missed a good chunk.”--Buddy

“Don’t worry we will help you get situated with current affairs. And its good to see you soldier.”--Magnus

“Thank you, Ultra Magnus, sir.”--Buddy

Magnus does his part in catching Buddy up with what is going on since they were inside the pod.

“So, Megatron is an Autobot now?”--Buddy

“Yes, he is and is also the Co-Captain of the Lost Light.”--Magnus

“…Sir, are you saying that Megatron is on the ship right now and is sharing Captain duties with Rodimus?... who thought that was a good idea?”--Buddy

“It is a question I ask too many times on this ship.”--Magnus

Buddy listens and silently compares notes with what Magnus was telling them and Swerve’s messages. Thanks to Drift and Ratchet, Buddy ended up with a clean bill of health and a new paint job. Rodimus offered to give them a tour around the ship which Buddy agreed. Buddy hears about Swerve’s from Rodimus.

“Wait! Did you say Swerve’s?”--Buddy

“Yeah it’s a pretty cool bar—”--Rodimus

“Show me the bar.”--Buddy

Rodimus doesn’t think too much of it. He thinks that Buddy is in desperate need of a drink and shows them the way. Buddy has some bots turn around admiring their sheer stature. Meanwhile Buddy was silently buzzing wanting to see Swerve.

Word eventually reaches the bar about some new bot joining the ship. Swerve doesn’t think too much of it as he is trying to cut Tailbreaker off from the drinks again.

Swerve has his back turned when Buddy enters in with Rodimus. Buddy nearly breaks out into a sprint ready to collect Swerve into their arms, but they end up getting blocked by Whirl. He sees Buddy’s size and doesn’t think that it’s his old friend, in his head, a new bot equals a new fight.

“C’mon you giant piece of scrap metal, fight me!”--Whirl

“Whirl!? Oh my Primus it’s you!”--Buddy

“Yeah… OH! Buddy! You made it out of there alive after all! I knew you’d make it!”--Whirl

He launches himself sloppily at his long-lost friend. Buddy gives him a hug in return when they hear a gasp and glass breaking. Buddy and Whirl turn to see Swerve standing behind the bar holding what used to be a glass cup full of engex. Swerve literally leaps over the bar and sprints over to Buddy only to stop in front of them. Whirl lets go of his friend, letting the two siblings have their moment.

Buddy falls on top their knees and scoops up Swerve in a fierce hug and lets a little sob come out.

“Please tell me this isn’t a dream! Cause if it is I don’t want to wake up!”--Swerve

“Its not Swerve. Its not!”--Buddy

“Buddy!”--Swerve

“Swerve!”-- Buddy

Swerve was full on sobbing and blubbering against Buddy’s chassis, Buddy’s arms hid him from the rest of the bar. They were simply enjoying the fact that their brother was back in their arms again. Everyone was staring at the two, which made Whirl angry.

“Hey quit staring! Stare one more time and the last thing you’ll be seeing this claw for a whole decacycle!”—Whirl

When the two eventually calm down, Buddy introduces themselves as Swerves’ Big Sibling. There was much confusion in the bar. The main question being how were they even related to each other? Buddy was a cool member of the Elite Guard and Swerve was just Swerve.

“How are you even related?!”—Bot 1

“We just are?”--Buddy

“I don’t believe your related to Swerve.”—Bot 1

“Why not?”--Buddy

“Because Swerve is just a –Woah!”—Bot 1

“Choose your next words wisely. What were going to say about my brother?”--Buddy

“Buddy! Buddy calm down! Put the sword down!”--Swerve

Swerve doesn’t leave Buddy’s side for the longest time. Buddy becomes Swerve’s giant shadow. Even after a while on board and Buddy gaining new friends, they are never too far from Swerve.

#transformers #transformers x reader #idw mtmte #more than meets the eye #mtmte x reader #mtmte swerve #mtmte rodimus #mtmte whirl #mtmte ultra magnus #bot buddy #maccadam

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devilsrecreation · 27 days

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How many TLG Outlander incorrect quotes have I done? Here’s more anyway

Sumu: I know over 200 ways to kill a man

Kuumwa: You could glue an open jar of rats to his face and then blowtorch the other half of the jar so the rats have to eat their way out through his face :)

Sumu: …..201

Alternatively

Kenge: I know over 200 ways to kill a man

Sumu: You could glue an open jar of rats to his face and then blowtorch the other half of the jar so the rats have to eat their way out through his face

Kenge: …..201

Cheezi: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Cheezi and Chungu, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Goigoi: Our turn, Sumu! One, two, three- vanilla!

Sumu, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

Mzingo: Looking left cause you don’t treat me right

Janja: Looking right because you left

Reirei: Looking up cause you let me down

Kiburi: Looking down cause you fucked up

Jasiri: What is wrong with you guys

Janja: Hah! 69! You know what that means? Cheezi: What? Mzingo: That you're a child. Chungu: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?

Sumu: Can I be frank with you guys?

Goigoi: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Chungu: Can I still be Chungu?

Tamka: Shh, let Frank speak.

Kenge: Why are Shupavu and Njano sitting with their backs to each other?

Sumu: They had a fight.

Kenge: Then why are they holding claws?

Sumu: They get sad when they fight.

Janja: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Chungu: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Cheezi: I got distracted about halfway through.

Nne, as Tano nods: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

(Royal Mjuzi au)

Kiburi: Are we really going to let Nduli keep Mwamba?

Neema: We kept Tamka.

Jasiri: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

Mzingo: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Kiburi: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Janja: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Reirei: My moral code, is that you?

Jasiri:

Jasiri: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

Tamka: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Wakali: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Neema: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Nduli: I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Kiburi: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

Janja: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Reirei: Janja no.

Kiburi: Mistlefoe.

Reirei: Please stop encouraging him.

Ucheshi: If you had to choose between Makuu and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?

Kiburi: That depends, how much money are we taking about?

Makuu: Kiburi!

Ucheshi: 63 cents.

Kiburi: I'll take the money.

Makuu: KIBURI!!!

Kiburi: I trust Janja.

Reirei: You think he knows what he’s doing?

Kiburi: I wouldn't go that far.

Janja: Don't worry, I got a plan.

Reirei: Alright.

Janja: TraitorSayWhat?

Kiburi: Excuse me?

Janja: What?

Reirei:

Janja:

Janja: No wait-

Goigoi: Reirei, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Reirei: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Goigoi: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask one of the kids.

Chungu: What if mayonnaise came in cans?

Cheezi: That would suck cuz you can’t microwave metal

Janja: Good morning to everyone except these two furbrains

Ucheshi: The real treasure was the memories we made along the way.

Makuu: I almost died.

Kiburi: That... was my favorite memory.

Reirei: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Janja: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Jasiri walks in*

Janja: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Janja: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—

Jasiri: Hi.

Janja: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

Kiburi: I'm not doing too well.  Pua: What's wrong?  Kiburi: I have this headache that comes and goes.  *Makuu enters the room*  Kiburi: There it is again.

*Kenge and Sumu are planning to break in somewhere*

Sumu: We need to distract the guards.

Kenge: Right.

Sumu: What are we gonna do?

Kenge: I'm going to break their elbows while you poke their eyes.

Sumu:

Kenge:

Sumu: Deal.

Human/Zootopia-esque au: trying to use the family/Kiburi’s computer

Dogo: “Password clue: Favorite child”? Oooh, ah, ouch…sorry, sis. This is awkward *types in their name, but gets denied* What?!

Kijana: Really??? *starts dramatically crying tears of joy* This moment is so much bigger than me! I would like to thank my parents and my manager— *gets denied*

Tamka: “Password clue: Best friend”? Oooh, ah, ouch…sorry, man. This is awkward *types in their name, but gets denied* What?!

Nduli: Really??? *starts dramatically crying tears of joy* This moment is so much bigger than me! I would like to thank my parents and my manager— *gets denied* Aw :(

The Outlanders trying to draw Jasiri:

Janja: I think I made one eye bigger than the other

Mzingo: I was going for a feeling

Reirei, with a perfect drawing: Honestly, I can’t even draw a circle

Kiburi: *shows his picture*

Janja: Okay Kiburi, you just drew yourself

Kiburi: I like me

Jasiri: Dammit, Janja!

Janja: What?! It wasn't me!

Jasiri: Sorry, force of habit.

Dammit, Mzingo!

Mzingo: Not me either.

Jasiri: Oh... Then who set the Outlands on fire?

Njano: *whistles*

Janja: We need to get through this locked door. Reirei, give me your credit card.

Reirei: Here.

Janja, pocketing it: Thanks. Kiburi, kick down the door.

*The group is getting into the car*

Janja: I’m driving.

Cheezi, out of view: Shotgun!

Chungu, turning to face Cheezi: Aww! But you had it on the way here-

Everyone except Cheezi: WOAH-

Cheezi, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! *Pumps gun*

Fuli: What do you think Bunga will do for a distraction?

Kion: He’ll probably make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.

*Explosions and several car alarms go off*

Kion:....Or he could do that.

Goigoi: And now it’s time for... WHAT’S. IN. TAMKA’S MOUTH?

Never try this game. Ever

Tamka: Agahhhagg

Nduli: oh oh oh! It’s those napkins from that one chicken wing place!

Tamka: Uh uh

Chungu: Oh! It’s the entire country of China!

Tamka: *spits the thing out* No! It’s a piece of dental cotton!

Cheezi: From five weeks ago?

Tamka: Uh huh!

Cheezi: And now it’s time for Janja’s poetry beat

Janja: Eh, I don’t wanna

Chungu: But it’s your thing!

Janja: No, it’s not!

Cheezi: Yeah, it is. That’s why it’s called “Janja’s”, emphasis on “Janja’s” poetry beat!

Janja: Why don’t one of you do it this time?

Chungu: You don’t like my poetry!

Janja: Sure, I do! Come on

Chungu: Okay.

I sat down on the ground today

Baobab ball I was to play

But instead of rolling north or south

How’d it end up in my mouth?

Janja: You’re right. That sucked

Chungu: Will Shakespeare my butt

Kiburi: (on one line) Hello?

Tamka (on the other line): Hey, what’s up?

Kiburi: I need a little help, can you come over?

Tamka: I can’t. I’m buying clothes

Kiburi: Alright, well hurry up and come over here

Tamka: I can’t find ‘em...

Kiburi: What do you mean you can’t find them?

Tamka: I can’t find them, there’s only soup

Kiburi: ...What do you mean “There’s only soup”

Tamka: It means there’s only soup

Kiburi:Well, then get out of the soup isle!

Tamka: Okay! You don’t have to shout at me! (walks into another isle) There’s more soup

Kiburi: What do you mean there’s more soup?!

Tamka: It means there’s just more soup

Kiburi: Go into the next isle

Tamka: (goes into the next isle) There’s still soup!

Kiburi: WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?!

Tamka: I’M AT SOUP!

Kiburi: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE “AT SOUP”?!?!

Tamka: I MEAN I’M AT SOUP!

Kiburi: WHAT STORE ARE YOU IN?!

Tamka: I’M AT THE SOUP STORE!!

Kiburi: WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?!?!?!

Tamka: FUCK YOU!!!!!

Kenge: I’m not worried about silly things like labels. Animals can call me whatever they want. They could even call me little…..

Kenge: NEVER CALL ME LITTLE!!!!!

(Nduli leans in towards a sleeping Tamka)

Nduli: Tamka..Tamka...Tam-zebra.

Tamka: (wakes up) Gimme the leg! I want the leg!

Makuu and Ucheshi: (staring into each other’s eyes)

Kiburi: (rips the leg off of a kill)

Makuu: We’re having a moment

Kiburi: I’m having a snack

Goigoi: The good news is I named my nickel “Phillip!”

Janja: What’s the bad news?

Goigoi: It’s a girl nickel! :D

Janja: YOU BET ME FOR A NICKEL?!

Cheezi: But it was a shiny nickel!

(Hodari saves Njano’s life)

Njano: Bro... 🥺

Hodari: Bro... 🥺

Kenge: Can you guys stop making out and go get the chimps?!

Neema: [Could I give Tamka a -2?]

Tamka: For what?

Neema: [Just for being you]

Jasiri: You assaulted a 94-year old animal!

Kenge: He sassed me

Mzingo: Ooh, you have some pie! Would you mind if I have a piece?

Janja: Uh, sure. (gives Mzingo a piece of pie)

Mzingo: Can you pass the cool hwhip?

Janja: What’d you say?

Mzingo: You can’t have a pie without cool hwhip!

J Cool hwhip?

M: Cool hwhip, yeah

J: You mean cool whip

M: Yeah, cool hwhip

J: Cool whip

M: Cool hwhip

J: Cool WHip

M: Cool hwhip

J: You’re saying it weird! Why’re you putting so much emphasis on the h?

M: What are you talking about? I’m just saying cool hwhip! You put cool hwhip on pie. Pie tastes better with cool hwhip

J: Say “whip”

M: Whip

J: Now say “cool whip”

M: Cool hwhip

J: Cool WHIP

M: Cool hwhip

J: COOL WHIP

M: Cool hwhip

Janja: YOU’RE EATING FUR!

Actor AU: Deleted scene with Scar and Jasiri

Director: Action!

Scar: Are you saying I’m stupid?

Jasiri: No…

Scar: Do I look. Stupid. To you?

Jasiri: *starts laughing* I’m sorry 😂😂

(Cut to next take)

Scar: Are you saying I’m stupid?

Jasiri: *starts wheezing* I’m sorry! *recomposes herself* I got it. No no, just do it again. I’m fine

(Cut to next take)

Scar: Are you saying I’m stupid?

Jasiri: *pointing* YES! *laughs*

Scar: This is the fifteenth take, I cannot work like this. I will be in my trailer…

Jasiri: I need a break

#damn long post #i have too many quotes that fit them dndbbdgd #a lot of these work in a zootopia/human au #i don’t think the outlanders are okay-#i had to do something with the actor au it was too fun #i don’t talk about mzingo too much so i wanted to include him more #tlg outlanders #the lion guard

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A request from SkyDragonGrandeeny of ao3!!

I've seen in the show that Vash has a lotta of scars, and he claims their symbols of his unrelenting mercy, even against enemies who try and kill him (thanks knives ya jerk). I also heard he doesn't like girls to see them, since he believes it would gross them out or they would run away at the site.

Since Vash is a adorable dork, I would love a fluff story when the reader discovers the scars, like maybe he took a shower like in the show and had no shirt on afterwards; but instead of any kind of disgust, reader is instead worried for Vash. Afterwards with reassurance he's fine, reader is becomes flustered/shy because Vash is a lot more ripped/stronk looking then expected. oh and yknow his shirts off oops. (That red coat hides how much muscle he has like oh lawd-)

A/N: I'll never get tired of writing for Vash's scars! It makes me love him even more 🥰

Just For You

"Why don't you grab your little boyfriend, and tell him dinner is ready?"

"S-sure, Granny!" Your face tinted red as you led yourself out of the dining room where you had just set the table for dinner, and up to Vash's room.

With a quick knock, you entered to see Vash standing in only a pair of sweatpants, prosthetic arm in hand, his body paused in the motion to put it back in place. A towel was draped around his neck.

"Vash, dinner is...O-Oh… S-sorry." Was all you could muster out. You wanted to just say dinner was ready and leave him be, but something froze your feet in place. You took in the sight of his eyes closing, and jamming the prosthetic arm into place. He rolled his shoulder and wiggled his fingers to recalibrate.

"I didn't think you'd get to see me without a shirt this early." His voice broke the silence. You'd only been traveling for seven months, and dating for one. How you had never seen him without a shirt in that time was beyond you, but he had told you his body wasn't worth seeing.

"Told you It's not pretty." He said as if he'd been reading your mind.

You had always thought he would be lanky, much like an old T-shirt left on a clothesline, but you didn't realize how right you were in a much different way.

An astonishing amount of scars riddled his body. Some long, some thick, some small lines, others appeared to be large patchy chunks that skin had grown back over time.

Stunned by the sheer amount of them, you hardly felt your body move to him, your hands nearly touching them, but stopping short. It was as if you were to touch him, he would crumble away.

"You can touch them, ya know." He softly whispered, which still caused you to visibly jump. Giving him a quick glance of eye contact, you began tracing along the large scar that disappeared over his shoulder.

You felt the ragged skin that bordered his prosthetic arm, and traced along the long thin scar that resided there. The metal grate covering his missing pectoral was cold to the touch, and still damp from his shower.

"This is what I get for not killing my opponents. I show them mercy, let them live their lives, and I take the damage." He maintained his whisper as your hands continued to explore his torso.

You wondered if he remembered the story behind each one, not that you would ever ask him to retell such traumatic events. How many were there in total? How many more would he obtain before someone got a lucky shot and killed him?

You made your way to see all of the scars on his back as well. There were so many more. Another grate under his right arm, two metal pieces like bolts in his side, a triangular metal plate on his scapula.

"You don't deserve that." Your eyes were plastered with sadness, not looking up at him, "I'm glad you don't kill, but… this. This is so much." You laced your arms around to his front, pressing your face into his back in a hug, "Do they hurt?"

"Only when it gets a little too cold out, or when I have nightmares of the injury. It's nothing compared to the phantom pains in my arm though…" he paused with a disgruntled hum, realizing that maybe he was opening up too much too soon. A pause between the two of you felt like a whole hour, but was merely a moment.

"Please stop letting yourself get hurt." You squeezed his waist, a slight tremble beginning to form within you, "You're just as important as all of those people you save, ya know? Especially…" to me, is what you couldn't say to him yet, "You can't save the world if you're dead, Angel." You recovered.

"M'not gonna die." You could practically hear the rolling of his eyes.

"Yeah, you're too stubborn for that." You gave his waist another squeeze, only to finally feel the muscles underneath. You took a step back, and took a second to see his rippling muscles beneath the battlefield of scars. His back was well defined, noting every curve of his body.

You didn't know how you never noticed how well defined his body was. He always wore baggy clothes, much like the gray sweatpants that were sitting a little too low for your little heart to handle.

You wondered if it was: 1) to throw people off, 2) because he was tall and no fitting medium fits a tall man like him, or 3) to be comfy and not so sweaty in the blistering heat. Whatever it was, you were beginning to enjoy that this was a show that only you had tickets to see right now.

"It's not that I'm stubborn." He turned around to face you once again, and you couldn't help but notice the little muscles under his ribs, and the sheer sculpture of his upper arms, "it's just that I've got someone to look after now, ya know?"

You were too absorbed in viewing his chiseled abs, and starting to wonder where that little V of his hips led to, when he lifted your chin to create eye contact, "So I'll do my best not to get hurt anymore. Just for you, Mayfly." He had this smirk on his face that had 'I caught you looking' written all over his face.

"Good. I'll hold you to it." Your face heated up instantly at his expression, he laughed

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun brain rot

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oleander-nin · 1 year

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Heyy.!

I'd like to request a little sister turtle reader.! If you have seen @buggy-cj, I have requested a little sister reader from her.! And she did an awesome job, and I've just read and seen most of your posts. And WOW.! People know how to create masterpieces, really-

Little sister is 12, and has a dark green mask. And unlike her brothers, she doesn't have any markings on her body. She's just a regular pond turtle. So she feels really insecure from being different from her family. Since she's the only girl, and she isn't very special in her opinion.

Thank you for reading this.!!

A/N, not important: Sorry this took so long, I struggled pretty badly with it :/. ASLO, I'm going to be gone for the next week, and will be unable to look at tumblr from Sunday, May 28th, to Thursday, June 1st. You can still talk to me all you want, but please be patient when waiting for my response. This is my last request I needed to get done with before I could start working on the 100/200 follower special. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: crying, reader being kind of cold to their siblings, feelings of self-doubt and inferiority, my writing

Words: 1623

Summary: Your confidence was shot, and the self-loathing was seeping in. Sometimes, all you need is a hug from your father to get it all to spill out.

Curled up against the corner of the subway cart where my bed sat, I read my book, headphones on but no music playing. My eyes run over the same lines over and over, my brain not processing the words. I groan, flitting back a page so I could understand what was going on, trying to ignore the turbulence of my emotions, just as I was ignoring my brothers. I wipe my eyes again as another tear escapes my hold, holding my breath until the uncertainty and sorrow slips back down my throat. I take a deep breath, glancing at the mirror Mikey helped hang on my wall, making sure there wasn’t any sign of my tears.

A knock at the metal walls of my room startles me, my book slamming shut in my hands. I flip through the pages with gritted teeth, trying desperately to find my page. I glance up at Leo as he enters, his hands on his hips as he smiles down at me. “Ah, sorry. Did I scare you?” Leo’s voice floods my ears, his presence bringing up the feelings of inferiority I was trying to shove down.

I grumble a bit, marking my page before setting my book down, glaring at my older brother in annoyance. Leo just grins at me, his teeth showing as he laughs slightly. Leo starts to pull me by my arm, trying to drag me off my bed. “C’mon, Mikey made dinner. He wants everyone at the dinner table, pronto!”

I groan but slide off the bed, grabbing my green mask and tying it on before letting Leo drag me towards the kitchen. We both hurry to the kitchen, sliding into the chairs right as Mikey sets a big pot of stew on the table. I silently thank him, nodding my head as we all start to serve ourselves, Raph and Donnie having already been seated. I eat my food, mindlessly listening to the conversation flowing around me, only giving input when specifically prompted. I tried to ignore the way Raph stared, the concern in his eyes growing. I pretended to not notice the side glances Donnie and Leo gave me at my non-committal answers. I avoided Mikey’s worried eyes.

I silently chew at the chunks in my stew, staring intently at the grain of the table, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Raph clears his throat, trying to get my attention. I ignore him.

“(Y/n),” Raph starts, his voice low, care and sympathy mixed with agitation. All other conversation goes silent, everyone staring at Raph and I. I glance up at Raph, but don’t respond. He sighs, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “Are you okay? I can’t help but notice you’ve been… Distant, lately. Raph’s worried. We’re all worried.”

I pick my head up, bringing my spoon to my mouth and loudly slurping the contents of the stew. Raph’s eye twitches as his chasm deepens.

“He’s not kidding, (Y/n). We’ve all noticed your… Lack of energy. We just want to know what’s going on.” Mikey chimes in, stirring his bowl of stew absent-mindedly. Leo and Donnie nod, agreeing with what Mikey said.

Leo shifts in his seat, leaning in close to me and slinging his arm around my shoulder. He tugs me closer, a sad smile on my face as he noogies the top of my head. I huff, pushing him off and fixing my mask after he knocked it crooked. Leo smiles softly, patting my head before I could pull back. “You know you can talk to us, right? We’re your older brothers, not your enemies. We can tell something’s wrong.”

They all look at me expectantly, as if they thought their words would magically get me to spill everything out. I take another bite of my food, chewing obnoxiously long. Raph’s eyebrow muscles furrow, his mouth opening as if he was about to say something, but I cut him off. “I though this was dinner, not an interrogation.”

Raph glares at me as I continue to eat my dinner, picking my bowl up and drinking the rest down. I felt bad, guilt starting to swirl in with the rest of the misery and feelings of inadequacy. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand when I finish my stew, standing up and punishing the chair back with the back of my legs. “I’m going back to my room. Have fun.”

“We’re going on a patrol, actually.” Donnie corrects, scrolling through his phone. I look at him, frowning.

“Not going. Have fun.” I say, dropping my bowl off in the sink and starting to wash it out. Leo stands up as Raph sputters, Leo patting Raph on the shoulder and whispering something to him before joining me at the sink with his own bowl. He nudges me to the side, taking over the sink and washes the bowls out before silently handing them to me to dry.

“Why don’t you want to go?”

I look at Leo, drying the bowls with the towel before setting them on the counter. I shrug, not sure what to say. Leo hands me the next bowl, turning around and leaning against the counter.

“You know you can trust us with anything, right? We’re not going to get mad if you’re upset, or if something’s wrong. We just want to help you.” We both ignored the hushed arguing coming from the table.

I look away from Leo, putting the bowls back away. Leo lets out a breath, patting me on the back. “You don’t have to go. I’ll talk to the others.” He says quietly, letting me escape to my room. I smile gratefully at Leo before slipping out of the kitchen, the others too busy arguing to notice my escape.

As Leo promised, I was able to stay in my room, the sound of the four older turtles leaving the lair reverberates across the concrete walls. I curl up against the corner of the wall where my bed sat once more, trying to get through my book despite the thoughts racing through my head. I shift on my bed, frustrated. I through my book across my room, curling my knees to my chest as I bury my face into them, sniffling slightly. Everything I had said at dinner, being that crass towards my brothers who only wanted to help, to know what was wrong. It all just added to the mountain of emotion building upon my shoulders.

I rip my mask off, throwing it to the floor as well, tears leaking from my eyes faster then I could wipe them away. I jump slightly when I feel a hand on my shoulder, a small pressure from weight. I wipe my eyes, looking up to see the face of my father, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“What is wrong, Green?” He asks softly, moving to sit on my bed. I skooch over, still siting with my knees to my chest and my arms crossed over them. I look at my dad before looking back at my covers, wiping my eyes on the rough, scaly skin of my shoulder. “Why aren’t you with your brothers? Blue told me something was wrong.”

My bottom lip quivers slightly and I look away, not meeting my fathers gaze out of embarrassment. It takes all but one glance at Splinter’s worrisome expression before I start spilling my heart out. All the feelings doubt, self-loathing, and every insecurity I felt came tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop, my father sitting next to me as he silently listened.

Splinter nods, his arms reaching out for me, hesitating for a moment before pulling me into a hug. He rubs my shell as I cry, whispering soft words of encouragement to me.

We sit there for what feels like hours, Splinter only holding me tightly in comfort. It was clear he was not sure what to do, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for how hard he was trying. Once the tears end and devolve into nothing more than small hiccups, my father speaks. “Thank you for telling me this. I- Your brothers are worried, and if you’re okay with it, I think they should know as well. You are not a burden to them, (Y/n). I promise you that.”

I let out a wet scoff, my throat still swollen with tears. “Everyone else is special though. Their powers work, and- and I don’t even have markings! I’m not special, or as strong, or as fast. I can’t do everything they can.”

“Raph doesn’t have marking either.” Splinter says softly. “And Leo struggled with his teleportation for years. You’ll get better with time, you just have to work on it. I’m sure your brothers would be delighted to help. Raph especially, if you want to train.”

I nod, frowning slightly. Splinter stays quiet, not sure how else to help. He continues to rub my back, being a silent rock to hold me steady in my storm. My head perks up and Splinter’s ear twitches when we hear a intelligible shouting and laughter coming near the entrance of the lair, signaling the return of the other turtles. Splinter looks at me, silently asking my permission to talk with them. I nod again, too choked with tears I was determined to hold back to talk.

Splinter picks my mask back off the floor, wiping the wet trails from my face before carefully tying it over my eyes. He holds my chin, rubbing my cheek softly as he tries to soothe me. I lean into his palm, appreciating how hard my father was trying. “Let’s go talk to your brothers.”

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Your Lips, My Lips, Apocalypse 💕

Wing Beifong x Airbender Daughter of Tenzin!Reader ~ Where in the Battle with Kuvira, the reader saves Wing from falling to his death. And when she asks him if he is okay, he just kisses her while the whole place is going to shit. Based on the song Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex. 🎧

Little thing to know - I HAVE REQUESTED THIS TO OTHER BLOGS BEFORE BUT DECIDED TO WRITE IT MYSELF. So no one better be accusing me of coping 😟, Thank you 🌷

ALSO THIS CHARACTER WILL NOT BE WEARING THOSE TIGHT RED AIRBENDING SUITS (just no 😀), just pretend you have something else on and a glider or you can fly or something 😭

The world was collapsing around us, dust and ash swirling in an insane dance as we fought for our lives against Kuvira. The ground trembled violently, as if it were writhing in anguish beneath them. All I could think about is if Wing is okay, if he is injured or dead. My mind filled with horrific thoughts, but what if they came true? The first time I witnessed the force of that cannon, I felt horrified.

Here we are, sprinting throughout Republic City, fighting that metal monstrosity head on. The fight left every road flooded with the wreckage of buildings, and the surrounding air was filled with gas, dust, and pandemonium.

Korra launched rock missiles, and the other airbenders and I flew about Kuvira's robot like flies, hearing the giant's screeching attempts to hit us. Abruptly, the metal giant raised its hand and pointed the cannon straight toward Korra.

"Create a tornado and attack from the top! RIGHT NOW!" I quickly ordered.

We all moved fast to get into position, whirling about and aiming at the giant's hand.

We delivered our blow. When the monster lost its balance, the explosion destroyed the surrounding ground and its body fell onto a building. Laughing to myself, I quickly took off along with the others, watching as my brother Meelo disappear into the cloud of dust. I was about to tell him to get out until I realized it was Meelo. He can handle himself.

The dust cloud disappeared and revealed the giant reaching to it's face to crush Meelo. He flew fast past us and in our direction.

I saw the cannon pointed at us out of the corner of my eye. It was going to fire on my sister Jinora and me. I swiftly launched myself forward.

"JINORA, LOOK OUT!" I let out a scream and hurriedly moved forward to grab my sister.

Ikki and Meelo arrived to assist us as we began to descend. When the two of them realized they couldn't support our weight. I quickly grabbed the three of them before bending the air below us to form an air cushion and lowering us gently onto the hard pavement.

I hugged my siblings, not wanting to let go.

"Are you three okay?" I asked, while clinging on.

"Yeah, don't worry Y/N we are," Ikki smiled in return.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Meelo interrupted.

"I don't know." I heard my voice hurting, and my vision turned blurry.

I looked up and watched a large chunk of a building fall upon the giant. Wait, Wing could be there.

"Jinora, bring them back to dad please. I'm going to go find my boyfriend." I instructed her, bending a tornado under me to hurry to Wing.

Behind me, I heard my siblings cheering me on. I chucked to myself. Seeing that the tornado wasn't moving fast enough, I propelled myself forward by bending the air below me.

I hurried up to Korra as soon as I arrived. Taking hold of her and turning her to face me, I tried to figure out her feelings through her blue eyes.

"Korra, please tell me Wing is okay- where is he!?" I questioned as I recovered my breath from running so fast.

Wing was attempting to knock down a structure. However, the cannon was then aimed at him. I understood the cannon was about to release. My heart was pounding and my stomach fell. And it let off a blast at that very instant.

A violet ray of light blasted out. I couldn't tell if the beam struck Wing or his rope. No. NO. Please be fine, please be fine.

A few seconds later, a figure in green and gray falls from the sky. Wing.

I leapt into action. I used my bending to launch myself to Wing. My body crashed against his, the impact sending shockwaves through my system as I wrapped my arms around him. We rolled along the ground.

Now that Wing is in my arms, he is safe. I lifted him up and allowed him to steady himself with my arms. I touched his face to see if there were injuries.

“Wing, are you okay? Are you hurt? We have to ge-”

Wing's fingertips found my chin, luring me into a gentle kiss. His hands traveled down to my waist and mine moved down to his chest. Wing's lips were soft and warm against mine, his hands tightened around my waist out of protectiveness. Even though we've kissed before, it always feels like our first. Our breathing synchronized, both of us clearly reluctant to let go. I felt the blast's scorching wind, knowing that we would die if we stayed any longer, but I didn't really care.

He softened his features and grinned a little as we both released our grips and stared into each other's eyes. His smile, his olive green eyes, my sweet Wing... He would have left me.

"Yeah, I'm alright, sweet pea."

"Are you sure? Nothing's hurt?

"Yes, my dear... You know you're adorable when you're worried. How your eyebrows knit together and how your eyes soften."

When he proposed the idea, he grinned. I felt a slight heat on my face. I'm not sure if it was his gorgeous smile or the fact that he thought I was cute.

"Wing, please don't." I answered.

With a smile on his face, he threw up his hands. I couldn't resist grinning as well. This man.

His hands gripped mine.

"Now we gotta go before that thing blasts another beam at us." He states, looking at the metal giant.

"Oh right, right, right, lets go." I reply

#Wing Beifong #legend of korra #Beifong #beifong family #wing beifong x reader #wing imagine #wing beifong imagine #lok wing #lok #the legend of korra #Legend of Korra imagine #MY FIRST POST OMLLLLL #Be nice 😀#wing beifong is bae

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hazza-bear-care · 10 months

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Try Again

After his return to Alexandria with Daryl in tow, Negan learns a dirty little secret.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of abuse and neglect, typical Walking Dead details.

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Little pig, little pig! Let me in!" Negan called over the fence, Lucielle slung over his shoulder.

The sound of creaking metal echoed around the citizens of Alexandria as the gate opened, a convoy of trucks rolling into the center of town. Saviors hopped out of the trucks, scattering themselves to give their leader the backup he required. Negan sauntered to the front of his group, a smirk gracing his lips as he took in the sight of Rick and his people cowering at them.

"Hey, Rick. How ya doin'?" Negan asked, once again perching his bat over his shoulder. Rick nodded. Another smile grew across Negan's face as he turned his head to whistle, Dwight appearing with Daryl in tow.

From where you stood behind Rick, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of Daryl: He was wearing dirty sweats, the letter 'A' spraypainted in orange across his chest. His already grimy appearance had worsened by 10, with his greasy hair matted to his forehead, a dried river of blood flowing from his nose to his lips. He was squinting in the sunlight as the baggy shirt hung from his slim frame, a black bruise circling his left eye.

Your feet moved on their own, stepping beside Rick. He held his arm out in front of you in order to stop you from moving any closer to where Negan separated you from your boyfriend. Rick and Negan exchanged words while your own thoughts were swimming around you in a hurricane of emotions. You didn't realize what was happening until you were suddenly in Daryl's arms, wrapping him in a hug he so desperately needed. You ignored the stench that was rolling off of him and the filthy clothes he was wearing, asking him if he was okay in hurried whispers.

"NO! DARYL!" You screamed as someone pulled you away from him by your hair, throwing you on the pavement and back at Rick's feet. When you were finally released, you turned onto your hands and knees only to be met with a barbed wire covered bat. You were positive you could still see chunks of Glenn and Abraham's flesh stuck under some of the wire as you followed the bat's length up to Negan's face.

"Well! Lookie here boys! Daryl's got himself a fine piece of ass!" Negan called over his shoulder, sending a swift kick to your stomach. You groaned in pain and rolled back onto your side, missing when the bat turned its focus to Rick who was going to help you up. Another kick met your ribs as you shamefully tried to crawl away. Negan knelt down to make eye contact, wrenching you up to his face by your hair once again.

"Negan..." Rick started, stepping closer to you and Negan in an attempt to defuse the situation.

"Don't get any closer, Rick. We're about to have a conversation." Negan replied, glaring at you with a sickening smile. You gulped heavily as you stared at the face of the man who killed your friends, kidnapped the man you loved, and was close to beating you within an inch of your life.

"I don't take pleasure in beating pretty women like you, sweetheart, but if you ever try that shit again, you and Lucielle are gonna have a girl's day. Do you understand me?" Negan hissed, pressing his lips to your ear to accentuate every word he spoke.

"Yes." You answered softly, silently willing yourself not to cry in front of the terrifying man above you.

"Good. Now get up." Negan said, dragging you up by your hair and throwing you at Rick, who caught you quickly.

"Hold this," Negan said, thrusting Lucielle into your hands as he sauntered further into town.

"Are you okay?" Rick whispered, wrapping you in a quick yet comforting hug. You nodded, looking down at the heavy bat that sat in your grip. The red tinge to the barbed wire and the wood underneath made your stomach churn, the meager breakfast you had eaten threatening to make an appearance as you felt bile rise in your throat.

"Well? You going to show me around or what?" Negan called, watching as you and Rick turned to walk towards him, the bat in your hand shaking. You stood in between Rick and Daryl as the three of you followed Negan as he ventured further into Alexandria, taking stock of everything his people were dragging out of the homes you and countless others had tried so hard to make comfortable and welcoming. A man approached Negan, a video camera in hand. Negan pressed play and a disheveled Rick was staring back at him. Negan turned to taunt Rick about his looks before running a hand down his own stubble and muttering something about shaving.

"What do you think, sweet cheeks? Think I should shave this piss poor excuse of a beard?' Negan asked, sending a smirk your way before his attention turned back to Daryl. You hesitantly also looked at Daryl, and if looks could kill, Negan would be dead already and their problem would be solved.

"I don't care what you do." You quietly murmured, looking back at Negan with a glare. Negan smiled and winked, turning his attention back to Rick until Gabriel popped up. While Gabriel and Negan spoke, you shot another glance back at Daryl, who had his own gaze fixed on you as well. Your chin wobbled as you stared at your boyfriend, half of your heart placed on Earth.

"I'm sorry." Daryl mouthed at you. You nodded your acceptance, attention returning to Negan as he asked Rick where the guns were.

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Olivia whimpered as Arat dragged her up in front of Negan, tears streaming down her face in fear.

"We checked inventory, two guns are missing: Glock 9 and a .22 bobcat." Arat said, shoving the composition book under Negan's nose so he could check for himself.

"You're two handguns short, Rick. Find them. Or else, Olivia's brain will paint the town red." Rick scurried away leaving you with Negan.

You opted to stand beside Olivia, rubbing a comforting hand over her arm as she continued to bawl next to you. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her blubbering, not seeming to care that you were in the same boat just a few minutes earlier. You could feel eyes on you, looking up and meeting Negan's eye. He smirked once again.

"You look hot holding Lucielle. I never caught your name though, Princess. Wanna fill me in?" Negan asked, running a gloved finger down your cheek. You resisted the urge to pull away from his touch and bit your lip.

"Y/N." You choked out, your voice sounding foreign to your ears.

"Y/N... A beautiful name for an equally beautiful girl. Now, tell me Y/N, how did you end up with that sack of shit over there?" Negan asked, pulling you under his arm and turning you to face Daryl who was seething at the thought of Negan touching what was his.

"He kept me safe when no one else would. Protected me from people who wanted nothing but to hurt me. People like you, Negan."

"Well, look at how well that turned out, Princess." You could hear the smile in his voice as he responded.

"I would trade places with him in a heartbeat." You spat, wrenching yourself out of Negan's grasp as Rick reappeared with the missing guns. He threw them into the truck with the rest of the arsenal.

"Now that you've seen we can follow your rules, I'd like to ask if Daryl can stay?" Rick asked, his jaw clenched in desperation.

"Well, well. You hear that, Princess? Your wish is about to come true!" Negan called to you over his shoulder.

"What do you mean?" Rick asked once again, looking at you over Negan's shoulder.

"Y/N here said she'd switch places with Daryl in a heartbeat. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

You swallowed, making eye contact with Rick long enough to nod before looking back at your feet. You heard a sigh from somewhere beside you, and you didn't have to look at him to know Daryl was the one it came from.

"You can't have her." Rick replied.

"I don't know, I think that's a fair trade, Rick! You get Daryl, I get his pretty little fuck buddy. She'll be kneeling for me in no time." The queasy feeling in your stomach returned at the words Negan used.

"Y/N, you can't do this." Rick said, only to be met with silence.

"Hold on now, let's give her a chance to plead her case! Y/N?" Negan gestured, allowing you the platform to speak.

"He's right, Rick. I don't bring anything to the table. I can't protect you, this place, as well as everyone else can and has. You don't need me." you argued, ignoring the smile that spread across Negan's face. Rick looked at you with disbelief and betrayal.

"Y/N, you're stronger than you think you are," Rick said, defending you with words rather than actions.

"Then I guess it's time for me to figure that out in my own way, Rick. I'll go. Daryl stays." You finalized the trade, staring deep into Negan's eyes with an unwavering glare. Negan gazed at you with a smile, before throwing his hands out to his sides.

"Seems like the decision's been made, Ricky! Dwight, make Y/N comfortable. She's got a long ride ahead of her." Negan ordered.

"Wait!" You cried, ripping your arm out of Dwight's grasp. Negan turned to look at you expectantly. "May I please say goodbye?"

"Only since you asked so nicely, Princess. You have two minutes. Alright everybody, let's roll out!" Negan answered, removing his bat from your grasp and tapping his wrist before watching you turn your attention to Daryl.

"Y/N, you don't have to do this." Daryl whispered, leaning into your touch as you raked your hands through his tangled hair.

"Yes I do, Daryl. But I promise you, I will find my way back here. Back to you, okay?" Daryl nodded briefly before pulling you into his arms again, but this time, kissing you. Daryl's kisses always managed to take your breath away, but this one was different. His lips moved against yours in a way that was hopeful, but sad, very much a kiss goodbye. His tongue slid against your bottom lip before pushing past your teeth and making out with you like his life depended on it. Your hands wound into his hair, his following suit. You both pulled away breathless, wrapping each other in a hug that was so tight you were sure you'd feel him the entire way to the Savior's compound.

"Time's up, Princess. A trade's a trade, and if you don't get in the truck, I'll bash Daryl's head in." Negan called, breaking you away from the comfort of Daryl's arms. With one more kiss, you turned to Negan, following him to the truck, He stuck you in the middle seat, draping Lucielle across your lap as he turned to bid farewell to Rick and the rest of Alexandria with a promise to return in a week. He then climbed into the passenger seat of the truck, squishing you between his hulking frame and the driver.

As the convoy of trucks rolled out past the gate, you couldn't help but watch as Alexandria grew smaller in the view of the side mirror. Negan's hand brushed your thigh as he leaned in to get close to your ear.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll be a dream team before you know it."

#the walking dead #negan x reader #daryl dixion imagine #twd imagine #fluff #angst

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hippolotamus · 11 months

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Hippo my lovely 💕

21 - this is a very long hug now sort of hug

If it sparks joy 💕

It did! Eventually (sheepishly kicks at the dirt) Enjoy, lovely 🦛💞🐥

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if i’m being honest (it scares me to death) | T | 2926 words

Just got in. See you tomorrow.

Buck pockets his phone and enters the apartment — it’s not home, never really has been — his movements slow and easy, like he’s floating. Buoyed by the sort of love and contentment that can only come from spending an evening at the Diaz house. A few precious hours of dinner, then playing Boggle and Scattergories until Chris begged off to play an online game with his friends. His limbs are loose and humming, like his veins have been injected with liquid starlight. Even the air around him feels syrupy sweet and pleasant. The kind of thick, protective cover that nothing negative could hope to ruin.

He drops his keys in the bowl and immediately walks to the fridge to put away the Tupperware container of leftover mushroom and chickpea meatballs with zoodles for tomorrow’s lunch.

Eddie picked the recipe, saying he wanted to try it. No particular reason, he just did. He’s been doing that more lately, choosing dishes he would make anyway and subbing in vegan ingredients.

Buck took notice immediately and makes sure to show his gratitude in heaping platefuls and commenting on how delicious it all is. He knows from experience that it’s all too easy to end up with dried out, inedible food that shouldn’t be fed to anyone. It’s the least he can do for his best friend making the effort to cook something special just for him. Even if said best friend will never admit that’s why he’s doing it.

At times, if Buck lets himself look too closely, it feels a lot like something else. These acts of service feel a lot like love. And it is. The sort of love two best friends who would do anything for each other have. Buck’s not naïve enough to think that Eddie wouldn’t do the same thing for any of their friends or family. But at the same time it’s also more? Deeper. A sacred bond or formula shared just between them. Like learning Bobby’s chili doesn’t work without the cocoa powder. Someone could try a million different ways and it would never turn out right.

He wants to be brave enough to name this thing they’ve been building since promising to have each other’s backs. This relationship forged in fire, mud, and tsunamis. Built on collapsing foundations, busted down doors, lightning strikes, and ‘Because, Evan’.

If he could be part of Eddie and Christopher’s lives for everything, he would do it in a heartbeat. But that always seems like too much and not enough to ask for. Because Buck is too much and not enough. Acceptable in measured increments for precise amounts of time. For now — probably forever — he tucks that dream away in favor of focusing on what he does have.

With the leftovers safely put away, he grabs a beer, twisting off the cap and listening to it slide across the countertop, finally slowing to a stop next to the utensil caddy. It’s… loud. Too loud for such a small object. Or maybe the apartment is just too… cavernous? Empty?

Buck leans back against the counter, taking a lengthy sip and visually assessing his space. He has things. The right amount of things, even. After all, he’s one single person. How much could he need? He drowns the thought with more beer when his mind tries to remind him of six cheese lasagna and couches and having the answers.

He decides it’s not worth ruining his still relatively excellent mood by worrying over something as trivial as a chunk of metal, and moves out to the patio. It might do him some good.

The atmosphere is filled with the sights and sounds of the city at night. A complex symphony of traffic, music and people wrapped in an LED haze that starts at the street and drifts slowly upward. It’s a familiar melody that, just like the apartment, isn’t home but does its best to provide comfort.

He manages to pick out a few stars peeking through. Not full constellations. Those are impossible, staying hidden like the ancient giants they are. It’s nice to still be able to see the twinkling specks, even if they’re nothing like some places he’s been.

On the ranch in Montana he would lay on the hood of his Jeep and stare for what felt like hours. Feeling small, but also like something was waiting for him. Like he was part of something bigger that he just hadn’t discovered yet. Looking at the sky now doesn’t feel that way. More like being at sea, adrift and searching. Waiting to be found, though he’s not quite sure by who or what.

It reminds him of a documentary he watched once about otters. The mothers fluff up their pup’s fur and leave them to float while they hunt for food. The babies are powerless to do anything except spin in a circle until she returns. Sometimes Buck feels like that. Like somebody has given him enough support to turn in place but not actually go anywhere.

He casts a look at the table and chairs and finds himself thinking of fixing, being at your worst, trying again anyway, and— no. Clearly being outside isn’t helping, so Buck returns indoors, hoping the television will prove to be enough of a distraction.

As he searches for something to watch, it seems reasonable he just needed a better place to focus his attention that isn’t his own inner chatter. He’s already slightly irritated that the vibrant glow from earlier has faded so significantly. Maybe there’s still a chance it can be recovered.

He quickly settles on a cooking program and that gets him smiling again. He doesn’t even particularly care what’s being presented, just that it evokes the same warmth as being welcomed home and brown eyes with flecks of gold. At least until the next episode comes on.

This one features a couple, a husband and wife posed in their studio kitchen. They’re surrounded by pristine white cabinets, gleaming mixing bowls, and perfectly measured ingredients that will make a stunning something-or-other. When it’s complete they’ll pull it from the stainless steel double oven to be served on the prop table that’s been set like a photo shoot for Better Homes & Gardens.

Buck can’t help but notice how they move in harmony, fluidly traversing around each other, like a ballet. Like partners. Maybe it’s all for an audience, but it looks genuine. Not the type of movement that’s choreographed or faked. He stares, scrutinizing every instance of adoring looks and playful gestures until something within him finally cracks.

The hollow ache that usually lives in his chest suddenly feels deeper. Wider. Like it may actually break through and tear him apart, causing him to wonder how such emptiness can feel so massive. As if his ribs are slowly cracking open, snapping one by one, stretching the skin while crushing his lungs and heart. He wants to scream or something. Anything to untangle the mess sitting under his sternum.

Through rapid, gasping breaths Buck tries to refocus, to take himself back. Even just fifteen minutes. Is that so much to ask? Returning to blissfully, ignorantly, mindlessly observing?

Despite what he wants, the screen remains unchanged. Mr and Mrs Fucking Perfect carry on with their routine, blurred and watery in front of him. And Buck – he’s spinning in circles again, too helpless to do anything except wait. Except he doesn’t want to. He’s so tired of drifting and circling and clinging and pausing.

It’s just- when he’s the guy who’s always trying to fix things that are out of his control… what is he supposed to do?

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Eddie puts the last of the dry dishes away in the bottom cabinet, and not a moment too soon. He’s got an early shift in the morning and has to get to bed. He could have left them in the rack for tomorrow, but it gave him extra time to mentally replay the earlier parts of the night. Like watching Buck smile, all pleased and fond, every time Eddie thanked him for a helpful cooking tip. Or watching Chris break out in a full belly laugh at one of Buck’s corny dad jokes.

It really is a form of self-torture sometimes, having Buck over for dinner and homework and board games. Pretending they’re a family and this is a normal everyday thing he gets to have.

He tells himself it’s for Chris, too, but he also knows that’s a blatant lie. If Chris wasn’t a factor Eddie’s pretty sure he’d invent any and all reasons to spend more time with Buck.

Eddie sighs and lays the dish towel over the sink edge. The ridiculous one that says Silence of the Yams over a print of a sliced up root vegetable. It came as part of a set Buck and Chris gave him last Thanksgiving. It’s probably not a coincidence he uses this particular one the most. The shade is a nearly identical match to the burnt orange sweater Eddie always likes on Buck.

There are times it feels like he’s not the only one with all these feelings welling up inside, trying to prevent them from bleeding out through his pores and spilling onto Buck. Like there’s something in the casual touches and glances that pass between them. Something electric and charged that’s more than bros or friends and decidedly not platonic.

One day, maybe, he’ll work up the nerve to tell Buck what’s in his heart. To ask him on a date and hope he’s not fucking up the best relationship that’s ever happened to him and his son. For now he’ll take whatever Buck is willing to give. Even if it only ever comes in the form of shoulder nudges, zoo trips, and Keeping the Peas housewares.

He starts his nightly routine, walking a path through the rooms, turning off lights and making sure doors are locked. When the final throw pillow is returned and the last pile is straightened, he hears the tentative knocking.

The noise immediately puts him on edge, setting off his protective instincts. Nothing good can come from someone being at his house this late. Christopher is in bed and Buck has his own key. Eddie tiptoes across the floor to peer through the peephole, shocked to discover who’s waiting on the other side.

“Buck?” Eddie turns the deadbolt, opening the door wide for his friend.

This isn’t anything like the night he came seeking respite from Maddie’s well-intentioned visitor train. Instead of standing tall, barreling past Eddie, Buck stares straight ahead, unblinking and motionless with slumped shoulders that make him appear small. Eddie can see how his eyes are puffy and red-rimmed. He looks utterly broken.

Before Eddie can say his name again, Buck surges forward over the threshold. He falls into Eddie, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist and burying his face into the crook of his neck.

Eddie pushes the door shut, not bothering to listen if it latched correctly or not. He returns the embrace, one hand on Buck’s back, the other gently petting his hair as Buck’s body shudders against his own.

He gratefully absorbs each whimper and sob. The way thick, searching fingers clutch at his shirt.

“Shhhh, hey. I’ve got you.”

Buck was fine a few hours ago. What the hell could have happened since then?

“I- I’m sorry, Eds.” Buck begins to pull back, rubbing away the wetness on the sleeve of his maroon hoodie. “It’s late. I shouldn’t have- I’m gonna–” He jerks his chin toward the doorway.

“Uh-uh. None of that.” Eddie lightly grips Buck’s elbow, a silent question. Buck hesitates, looking between Eddie and the entryway, before he acquiesces to letting Eddie tug him closer again.

He wants to do any number or ill-advised things like hold Buck’s face between his palms, kiss away every tear, and murmur every wonderful thought he’s ever had about the man in his arms until Buck believes them. For now he settles for cradling and rubbing soothing patterns and silently loving. He’ll stand here all night if that’s what Buck needs. He can do that.

“I don’t know what happened. All I did was turn on Food Network,” Buck warbles. Then he shakes his head against Eddie’s shoulder, exhaling a world weary breath. A puff of air expelled by someone carrying the universe and trying to make it appear no bigger than a classroom globe. Eddie’s, unfortunately, more than a little familiar.

“That’s not true,” Buck confesses.

The silence returns and Eddie waits for Buck to elaborate on what he means. It isn’t long before the explanation comes, so muted that Eddie almost doesn’t catch it.

“I’m tired, Eds. Of pretending to be happy alone and waiting to be chosen. Tired of holding back just so the wrong person likes some version of me that isn’t even authentic. It’s just all so exhausting.”

I’d choose you. Three words Eddie can’t bear to make himself say out loud, because his best friend is hurting and now is most definitely not the time for that kind of confession. So he holds onto them a little longer, ignoring the sting where they settle back into his heart. A burning pain that only becomes more intense when Buck burrows impossibly closer, continuing to cling to Eddie like a lifeline.

Buck speaks again, sounding unfathomably small and heartbroken. “Am I that hard to love?”

“No.” Eddie’s answer is immediate and unwavering. As true as the night he first decided in front of their captain and an exploding ambulance.

Buck responds with a skeptical huff. “You have to say that because you’re my best friend.”

Eddie slides the hand on the back of Buck’s neck forward, grazing over his cheek and under his chin until he can tip his head up. Even in the darkness, Buck’s eyes are exceptionally blue. Endless depths that manage to steal Eddie’s breath and reflect back every future he yearns for.

It’s been ages since Eddie’s given any serious thought to last first kisses or until death do we part, but he would swear under oath that’s what he sees now.

“No,” Eddie reiterates. This should probably be more difficult and be ratcheting up his anxiety. But it doesn’t. Instead he’s wrapped in a distinct calm. An undeniable certainty, because what he’s about to say is true and however Buck reacts won’t change it. “I have to say that because I love you.”

Buck blinks and his mouth falls open in an imperfect o. “Y-you what?” He whispers.

Now that he’s said it once, a second time is that much easier. “I said I love you. And I will always choose you. All of you. Over and over. Every version. If you’ll let me.”

Buck’s eyelashes flutter, fresh tears starting to pool there, and he looks at Eddie with such awe and disbelief, like he can’t accept that someone would genuinely want him. Not that he doesn’t understand the feeling, but it shatters Eddie to think Buck has spent even a second believing he’s unlovable.

“Of course I’ll let you. How is that even a question?” Buck asks, as if they haven’t been dancing around exactly that for years. He stands to his full height, never letting his hands drop, beaming down with the smile Eddie’s claimed as just for him. “But, Eds?”

“Yeah, Buck?”

“This has been a really long hug. Not that I’m complaining. I was just kinda hoping I could kiss you. Finally. I’ve been kinda wanting to for a while.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And who is Eddie to deny him that?

“Please,” he sighs into the diminishing space between them. His tone borders on a plea, but this is Buck. The person who has seen Eddie at his most vulnerable, who sees Eddie more than he’s ever allowed anyone else.

They drift closer until their lips brush, just enough that Eddie gets a taste of Buck’s horchata lip balm. Eddie can’t understand needing more than the 3-pack he can get at the grocery store, but right now he’s not complaining about the sweet, cinnamon flavor.

Eddie deepens the kiss, pausing when he can make himself break away, just enough to murmur ‘I love you’, wanting to make sure Buck knows he’s all in. That this isn’t a fluke or temporary, pitying lapse in judgment.

Because he does, and he is, with every fiber of his being. He loves him, loves him, loves him.

Suddenly Buck pulls back, breathless and wide-eyed, his already plush lips kiss swollen, tempting Eddie to bring them back together. “I just realized I never said I love you, too. Because I do a-and I really need you to know that.”

Eddie hums appreciatively, claiming Buck’s mouth again, unable to stay apart any longer now that he knows what it is to kiss Evan Buckley. He submits to the love and adoration and the way they fit like two puzzle pieces, further solidifying how they’re meant to complete each other. He doesn’t know how he ever thought he knew what love was.

There are infinite meanings for different people. For Eddie, it’s painted in hues of burnt orange and blue. Folded in cheesy puns and always having a fresh container of oat milk in the fridge. Stated in facts about retrofitted ceiling tiles and light fixtures; conveyed in I know you did, what are you afraid of, and I misunderstood the assignment.

It’s following his heart on the winding path that led him to a reality better than any fantasy.

#soft prompts #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #fic: if i’m being honest (it scares me to death)#hippo writes

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neblina-magico · 6 months

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Sleeping In The Sun

Chapter 3

You were desperate for a job so you applied to be the daycare Attendants handler! you have no clue what you're signing yourself into but at least you don't have to pay rent now!

Moon hates you, Sun doesn't know how to feel about you and you're just trying to survive.

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You stare at the two big statues, very shimmery gold statues, the gold is fake as hell but the statues themselves are sick. On one side there's what you assume to be the Sun animatronic, tall and lengthy with the flattest face ever, stemming out of his face are these sunray-looking things that just make it more obvious that this animatronic was made to represent the sun. His stance is that of a welcoming clown, someone who would greet you with a hug, unlike the other one. It's a whole ass gremlin, nibbling at your toes at 3 in the morning kind of little shit. Like crawl up your walls and stare at your sleep kind of guy. This animatronic is rocking a sort of nightcap on top of his head, he's also got a flat-ass face but half of it's in black giving him this crescent moon look. They seem pretty neat not gonna lie.

You sigh, anxiety building up in your chest as you look at the slide, you're aware it's the entrance but the sudden nervousness leaves you sticking in your place. What if you make a bad first impression? What if you fuck something up? What would they think of you if you did, you didn't want to think of any possible consequence. Plus this wouldn't be the first time you've experienced an animatronic so why are you so nervous? You take a deep breath and keep walking, you take note of the desk that's probably for check-in and check-out. Placing your hand on top of the slide you stand there for a second.

“Don't be a fucking wimp now, you're going to ace this first interaction.” and you slide down.

The slide was pretty harsh, painfully obvious it wasn't built for an adult to slide through but aside from the sore butt it's a fun-as-hell experience. You couldn't help but giggle your little ass down, you probably either sounded like a 4-year-old having the time of their life or some sick witch laughing. Nonetheless, you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

You crash land into the ball pit. Tragic, perhaps you'll die there, never to be seen again. Yet that's not an option, not that it even was an option to begin with. Before you could even try and look around you feel two cold hands reach under your arms and lift you sky high.

“WHAt THE FUCK!” You shout, thrashing around trying to escape from the chunk of metal that's currently holding you from arm's length like a stupid ass cat. He just stares at your head leaning side to side in curiosity. You're too busy trying to escape his grasp while he's too busy just observing you, looking at every blemish and light scarring around your face, down to your figure, your dangling legs, and arms. You're human that's for sure, like the rest of the employees in the building, though there are very few that actually work around the Pizza Plex. But they never come to the Daycare, none of them come visit him, the only other human they've seen in total has been 3. Not many.

“PUT ME DOWN pLEASE!” You ask in desperation. You were high up in the air with an animatronic just looking at you, observing you so yes you are panicking just a little. The sun animatronic lets out a breathy ‘oh’ and sets you down on the ground. You start to straighten out your clothes and try to catch your breath. You didn't fear heights but the last time something similar happened, it ended in night terrors. The sun animatronic fondles with his hand,

“I'm sorry new friend…I didn't mean to scare you” His voice is loud but timid. His demeanor is obviously filled with guilt and other mixed emotions. For an animatronic, he had advanced facial expression and emotional comprehension. You take note of that. Looking up at the sunman himself you smile.

“Don't worry, I just don't think I'll run into you so soon.” you walk off towards one of the big blocks scattered around the Daycare and sigh “You just scared me a little. Not as badly as you might think I did, I'm sure your facial recognition is not that highly detailed so perhaps you assumed I was scared shitless, but I wasn't, just a little spooked that's all!”

“Well… that's good I would have hated to know that I scared my new friend. Speaking of new friends, my name is Sundrop but you can call me Sun or Sunny or any nickname you come up with! I work at the Daycare alongside Moon and who might you be a new friend?” Sun smiles down at you—Silicon for sure.

“I'm your new companion, I've been assigned to work alongside you and Moon as your handler. So not only would I be helping you around the Daycare but I'll also be in charge of keeping up with your maintenance!” You stick your arm out for a handshake, “It's nice to meet you Sun, I hope we can work well together”

The smile on Sun’s face falls at the same speed that day turns into night. The same as for how water groups together and dust clumps together. It was sudden and you felt the shift as quickly as his smile fell. It left you feeling uneasy, unsure, and like there's an understandable reason as to why he wasn't happy to hear those words come out of your mouth. Even so, you felt a deepening in your stomach, a light sting as well. Sundrop seemed so happy before and not even in one second did it all change.

You let your arm fall to your side and in the discomfort, you cross your legs.

“Well…you could explore the Daycare, just please don't make a mess!” He walks off and with some random wire that is lowered down, he flies (?) or perhaps floats. Either way, you don’t dwell on it much after he enters what you assume is his living area.

You sigh and push yourself off of the block, cursing yourself for making a somewhat bad first impression. Nonetheless, you walk around the place, admiring the two play structures that are at the centre of the Daycare. The different twists and turns that are seen throughout the play structures. The bridge has rails high enough to prevent a child from falling off but still looks like it gives a sense of freedom. You also take note of all the little displays of the main four scattered throughout the outside of the play structures. You keep walking around admiring the colourful place, your constant gazing leads you to bump into a desk. It's semi-circular with a double monitor and the flooring is harder than the padded floor throughout the Daycare.

You walk around and enter the area and you instantly notice that it's supposed to be a security desk of sorts. There is some dust collected on it but nothing you can easily clean. There is also a pretty comfortable chair and behind it all is a fairly big screen showcasing Sundrop, specifically the Sundrop candy things. Taking note of where the desk is you continue walking around enjoying the way your feet sink into the padded floors. You start skipping around till you come across an area filled with short long tables and small colourful chairs. There are shelves with bins that are filled with all sorts of crafty stuff.

“That's a shit ton of glitter glue” you pull out a bin filled with all sorts of glitter glue. Some were of pinks and blues and others were of silvers and golds. A whole rainbow and beyond of colours. There were paints of all sorts, even face paints! Bins filled with paper and those kinds of scissors that cut in all shapes and styles. The kind that when they're put out on the tables every kid will rush to get one in their tiny grasps. You smile as you look through one of the many bins filled with stickers, you pick out a couple of yellow stars and some that supposedly glow in the dark and decorate them on your arms. You stretch your arms out and admire the stickers on your arms. Smiling you continue your little stroll.

You keep just looking around and walking all over the place. The lights remind you of the kind that schools always had the kind that makes sure you stay awake and makes you drag on your school work. Those kinds of lights always make it hard for you to concentrate. You also come across a little castle-like structure built right next to the ball pit. You made your way to the top of it and just looked down and resisted the urge to jump off from the structure and into the ball pit. You also find a little storage place for shoes and other possible stuff, most likely for the kids at the daycare to put away their belongings.

You then come across a dark blue curtain near the craft area, it stands out from the rest of the daycare with its much darker colours compared to the bright colours all over the place. Pushing aside the curtains you enter an almost dream-like atmosphere. One that feels like you're entering a dream, a dark bioluminescent forest with quiet morning birds chirping. It's dark inside the decently large cave-like place. On the walls is a dark clear sky design with a couple of thin blue-grey clouds. The ceiling is decorated by glow-in-the-dark stars and a lamp that's the shape of the moon right at the center. On the floors are very well-cushioned sleeping mats with sun and moon-decorated blankets and pillows that continue with this late-night theme. At the end of this dome is a nest of blankets and pillows formed into a perfect sitting area and on the sides of it is bookshelves filled with all sorts of books on display.

“What is this place? It's beautiful,” you say out loud admiring the whole area, it doesn't take long for you to notice that that dome/cave is the naptime area. You reach down into the nest and pick up a white star-shaped pillow. It is the slightest fluffy and fits perfectly in your arms, and you smile.

You stand there for a moment taking in the mild and comforting smell of lavender in the room. Enjoying and sucking in the calmness that came with this room, a feeling of comfort and sleepiness wash over you like a nice warm blanket during a harsh winter night. You breathe in and let out a contented sigh, smiling and burying your face into the pillow.

A sinking feeling drapes over your shoulders, your legs feel stiff, and the contentment, the joy, and all calming emotions slowly ooze out of you. A tall lengthy figure stands over you, your back turned to it while its blaring red eyes watch you like a predator watching its prey. You feel an ache in your chest start to build up, the growing anxiety makes your stomach twist and suck in. The pillow is held tight against you.

“Now who might you be starlight?”

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MOON HAS MADE AN APPEARANCE!! Hope you all like chapter two! Any and all support is greatly appreciated

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