#someone please help me i have no idea what's wrong with my ankle

[mitsukitsume]

This idea was inspired by @chilliesillie ! I decided to change it up just a bit but I hope you like it!

Pov : Isaac gets worried about you!

It had been a very long time since you went out . You noticed you needed a few things and the weather today was quite nice aswell , what could be a better day to go shopping? You told Isaac and at first he insisted on him going with you but you told him that you'll be fine . After some consideration Isaac said fine but he told you to tell him when you reach town and when you are about to leave.

You reached town and informed Isaac then went on with your shopping it had been very long since you went shopping and you got yourself quite alot of things. Time flew by and you realised it was getting a bit you decided to hurry home and give Isaac a call.

"Hello! Isaac I am about to come home soon . I'll be there in 15 minutes"

"Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No I am okay! I did alot of shopping. Everything was so pretty!! I just felt like buying everything, I even bought you somethi- aahh!!"

And before you know you slipped down a few steps of the stairs and your phone slipped and fell somewhere. You also dropped a shopping bag , inside one of the shopping bag was a glass bottle of cologne that you bought for Isaac . It shattered on falling down and made a very loud noise .

"Hello!? Y/N!? Are you there !?? Are you okay!?!??"

You heard isaac's voice coming from your phone. Your phone was underneath the shopping bag and just when you were about to pick it up someone stepped over it accidentally.

"WAIT STOP!!!"

Were the last words that Isaac heard before the phone got cut off. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest . He felt as if his world had came crashing down upon him. All he could remember was his own childhood trauma. It's as if he watched all over again. Isaac quickly got up , grabbed his g*n and headed straight to his car. Isaac always had hoped this day would never come. His biggest nightmares were being played Infront of him. His hands were shaking and he kept whispering under his breath. "Please....no...no.. please....not them...oh...god... please" his eyes were filled with tears and his heart full of fear.

Meanwhile the stranger who stepped on your phone, quickly stopped and apologised. You looked at his tall tan figure. He had long grey hair. He immediately got down and helped you.

"I am terribly sorry! Here let me help you."

He helped you gather your supplies.

"Are you okay? Do you feel pain anywhere?"

"Just my ankle...thank you for helping me"

"it's my pleasure ! Take care and have a good day!"

He left shortly after. You tried to use your broken phone to call back Isaac but it didn't turn on. You took a deep sigh and took a few steps forward until you saw a car coming over your direction at full speed , when you took a closer look , it was Isaac's car. You were happy that Isaac came to pick you up because your ankle hurt really bad. In your mind he was there to pick you up but in Isaac's mind something terrible had happened to you. He quickly stopped his car and got out to hold you.His face was red and tears were dripping down his face non-stop. He was visibly shaking as well.

"A-ARE...YOU -UHH O-OKAY!?"

He could barely even talk. You couldn't bare see Isaac in this state. You heart was shattered. You immediately hold him and ask him what's wrong. You tell him to calm down and you both went inside the car.

"Isaac.. please look at me , I am completely okay alright? Everything is fine just take a deep breath okay?"

Isaac takes a deep breath and calms himself down. He tries to say something but you shush him down.

"Shh just calm down Hun. I am okay. See hear my heartbeat, I am alive and well.."

Isaac finally calmed down and asked you what happened.

" I-I heard you scream and something shatter and than your voice again..I thought something bad happened to you."

"While I was talking to you, my foot had slipped and I feel down a few steps of the stairs, upon falling I dropped the bottle of cologne that I brought for you and it made a loud shattering noise. Then someone stepped on my phone! My broke and that's why I couldn't call you back!"

It all made sense to him now. He was shocked but he had never felt so relieved in his life ever before.

"oh gosh ..I thought something... happened t-"

"Hey, it's alright everything's fine. I am right for you and always will be honey"

You pull Isaac into a hug and gently kiss his forehead and then his lips.

"I love you"

"I love you more"

I again apologize if it's not like you wanted! I tried my best😅. I really hope you like it. ❤️❤️❤️

#zsakuva #sakuverse #isaac rhoades

[rutozz]

The Bathroom

Pairing: Haruto x Reader

An: Heyyy!!~ so this is my first time posting here an I'm so sorry if it’s bad, I wrote it for the first time 😭. Also it’ll be very helpful if some gave me new ideas for other one-shots. Minors are a NO NO.

synopsis: Dating Haruto was like a dream come true, he was the perfect guy your mom would have told you to find when you were young. He was kind, gentle, rich, handsome and etc. however other than keeping your relationship private due to his status, there was another demerit.. he was highly jealous of literally anyone.

I was sitting on Haruto’s lap, my hands on his shoulders as I buried my face in the crook of his neck while I bounced up and down on his length and my slow pace. Even tho I was relatively slow the thrust were strong and not to mention his size. Haruto wanted to relieve some stress before his performance and this is the least I can do.

“H-Haruto…” I moaned quietly in his neck as his hands on my rear continued with its cold grip. “Yea my love?” asked Haruto with that stupid grin as he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Suddenly the washroom door opened as I heard heels enter the washroom, since me and haruto were in a cubical, Haruto just had a thrill of getting caught while I was scared shitless.

“Just keep moving Princess” said haruto as I kept moving slowly. 

“Hey? You in there?” Asked the voice from outside and I recognized it. It was Mina, my best friend, she has no idea that I’m dating Haruto cuz if she knew, she’ll end me. 

“Damn you did Kai wrong by rejecting his proposal” said Mina as she fixed her lipstick.

Haruto stop as he gripped my waist and pulled me off, ‘a guy tried to hit on you?’ Thought Haruto. “Haruto please..” I whined, I was so close to reaching my climax and he just pulled me off. The next second I felt his hand grasp the back of my back and pull my face closer to his. “I don’t care who that Kai dude is.. but he better stay the fuck away from my girl” he growled  under his tone, his tone sent shivers down my spine as I nodded.

“Do you like Kai?” Asked mina , still oblivious of the situation inside the washroom stall. My eyes locked with Haruto’s as I notice the fire in his eyes, I quickly responded “No-o… I like someone-e else..”.

As soon as I said that, Haruto smirked as he picked me up and slammed me down on his length causing me to let out a loud gasp and grip his back, marking scratches on it. “Hey you good?” Asked Mina in concern as I just managed to whisper out a yes. “Yea-a I just hurt my ankle-e..”

“Oh alright.. anyway I’ll be in the art room. I’ll save a seat for you, come fast” Mina said as she left the washroom. I glared at haruto for pulling such a stunt but he just gave me a sly smirk as we both soon reached the climax. 

We both secretly walked out the washroom as I headed towards the art room and he moved towards the exit as he has his Chauffeur waiting for him outside. I saw how bright the flashes were as he stepped out the premises.. after all he was a star and I was A DUMB BITCH WRITING A FANFIC ABOUT THIS MAN (at least I’m self aware I guess 🎀) 

(Thank you for reading.!!)

#haruto smut #treasure smut #treasure fanfic #yg treasure #haruto

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Lifeline

a/n I just can't help myself. When addiction calls I answer. This is nothing too special but this idea popped into my head and well now the idea is here.

Warnings: contains spoilers from episode 6! Don't read this if you haven't watched it!!!!!!!!!

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There was nothing more crippling than feeling helpless. Then see something unfolding in front of your eyes and not be able to do anything about it. Ellie tried to shake Joel, who was lying on the cold ground. Blood poured out of the open wound. She had nothing but him. It was just the two of them. Have been for months. Ellie and Joel. What was she supposed to do now? How was she going to survive now? What was she supposed to do if he died?

Ellie's cheeks flushed as angry and terrified tears streamed down, "Wake up, Joel," she shook the male for what felt like a thousand times, "You have to fucking open your eyes. I need you," Ellie cried silently. She couldn't lose him either. She lost too many people, and she just got comfortable with Joel. They just broke the ice with each other. Life was cruel, but surely not that cruel.

The sound of someone stepping on a dry stick made Ellie quickly turn to the sound as she shifted, reaching for her gun. "Easy. I mean no harm," a female voice called out, yet Ellie didn't lower her weapon. Even if there was not much use for it considering that her hands were shaking like leaves in the cold autumn breeze.

"I can help your dad, just don't shoot me." Emotions ran high in situations like this. You'd seen quite a few of them. Had seen plenty of doctors end up with bullets between their eyes simply because they pressed the wrong buttons at the wrong time. "Please, help," the girl croaked out. Her eyes fell back on the unconscious man.

You stepped closer, moving her blood-drained hands from the still-bleeding wound. From the color of the male's skin, you could tell that he had lost quite a chunk of blood, and if you didn't act fast, he was going to bleed out to death. "Put your hands back on the wound and press on it as hard as you can. Can you do that for me?", you asked her as calmly as possible, searching for her eyes and not waiting for words. You knew better than to expect her to talk. She nodded weakly before following up on your words.

You looked around. The place was nothing but a wasteland, but you noticed a couple of bushes surrounded by rocks. You scrubbed up to your feet, quickly jogging down there before racking your nails at the plush greenery. Ellie watched you the whole time. She was quite strongly expecting you to take off running. Leaving her all alone once again, but you didn't. You come right back, and Ellie started to feel like she was almost imagining you.

"Let go for me now", you said softly, before you lifted the side of the male's shirt, pushing her hands away as you shoved a handful of moss into the wound, "Lift the back of my jacket and rip the bottom of my shirt off". Yet she did nothing, her eyes focused on her bloody hands. You would let go of the wounded side and do it yourself, but every drop of blood now was vital. "Look, young lady, either you do it, or your daddy crosses the bridge to never-after. Rip it now!" you barked out harshly, watching her flinch, but reach for the back of your jacket before once again following your orders.

Since there was no way for you to turn him over or lift him, you had to get creative. Pressing the ripped dry material over the moss you lowered the shirt back down before clenching as much material as you could. Making knots as you tighten the shirt around his torso. "My house is not far off," you said while pulling out the rope from your bag and knotting it around his ankles. "Can you get on the horse?", you turn your attention to the girl who was going into shock. You could tell that she was already mentally checked out.

Walking to her, you took her by the hand, nudging her towards the horse before lifting her slightly so that getting up for her would be easier. "Joel," she mumbled, turning back to look at the male. Well, at least now you know the name. "I can't lift him. I tied him to the horse; we'll drag him there, see?", you showed her the rope. Knowing full well that this wasn't the best idea. But it was that or leaving him here to die: "I'll stitch Joel up then, okay?"

That was about an hour ago. Now, you had just finished bandaging Joel. Who was still unconscious, but at least his face had regained some of its colors back. He had mumbled random words as you were stitching him up. Calling you Sarah before moving to Tess and ending with Ellie. You cooed at him through it all. Letting him touch your hand and smiling down at him as he continued to murmur under his breath. If you had been there a moment later, Joel would have been gone. Pulling a wool blanket over his body, you once again changed out the cold cloth that rested on his forehead before stepping out.

You had left the girl before the fire. In a picture-perfect scenario, you would have preferred for someone to wash her up instantly. Sitting there with someone else's blood on your hands could do a number on you. She was staring at her hands like she had done back by the train rails. You cleared your throat, making her jump. "Let's wash your hands, huh," you said, rubbing her shoulder gently. Her expression didn't change as she stood up, letting you lead her to the big bowl of warm water.

Now, instead of her hands, she watched as the water turns red. "I'm Y/N; can you tell me your name?", you ask her while scrubbing her hands with a cloth. She swallows hard, lips trembling, before a silent whimper came out, "El-Ellie." You hummed, reaching for the lavender soup that was put to the side as you rubbed it into her skin. "Joel said your name a couple of times, actually. Good to add a face to the name", Ellie instantly shrugged back, eyes turning to the room you two had barely managed to drag Joel to.

"He's stable now. Has a fever, but it's normal", you tried to reassure her once again, "You can go see him after we clean up". Tears once again picked up at the corners of her eyes as she continued to look toward the room. "I have no one else… I…", a sob slips past her lips, and you drop the wet towel into the bowl. Bringing her closer to your chest. You had no clue who the two of them were. But there was a lot of love between them. You could tell.

"Come, let's check on him," rubbing her upper arms, you lead her to Joel. Choosing to remain by the door and let her find her own way to him. She needed this moment with him. Just the two of them. You were there only for supervision. Ellie's eyebrows scrunched up as she looked down at Joel. His still somewhat pale skin made her feel sick. Bearing for the side of the fur blanket, she reached under. Quickly finding Joel's palm before slipping her much smaller hand into his.

"You will wake up, right?", she crocked out the free hand reaching to caress his cheek. "You're Joel fucking Miller, you don't just die," yet her voice died down as she turned her attention towards you, "Right?". You let out a sigh, moving closer to the two of them. Taking a seat on the other side of Joel. "Well, considering that from what I can tell, he survived a bullet that nearly blew out his brain, I think there's no doubt that he will make it", you knew that making claims like that were bold. So many things could still go wrong. Infections. Blood cloths. Blood infections. You name it.

But you also needed to drag another drowning soul from under the water. Ellie needed something to cling to, and you were going to throw her a lifeline. You let her sit by his side for a while. Letting her watch Joel breathe till her body eased up. "Should we go eat? We can make Joel some antibiotic tea, and if he wakes up, something easy to digest". Ellie was hesitant at first, but the fact that this was the only way she could somehow help Joel made her let go of him.

Ellie was turning a carrot in her hands, inspecting the vegetable. "Ever had a carrot?", you asked her as you continued to chop up onions. "Canned ones," she shrugged. "Well, take a bite; you won't regret it," you encouraged, watching her face change as she chewed and the new flavor worked its way into her brain."That's sick," she breathed out, taking another bite, making you chuckle. "You wait for the stew, then we can compare." You weren't wrong there either. She lapped up the whole bowl and helped herself to seconds. Slowly but surely coming back down from the initial panic.

You were finishing up cleaning the dishes when you reached for a cigarette. Needing to take the edge of the day yourself. Ellie was carelessly spinning on the chair when you puffed out the first cloud of smoke. "You smoke?", shifting to her, you watched as her eyes turned your way. "Ahh… sure," you could tell the answer was no, but she was already approaching you. Looking at how to hold out her fingers as she mimicked your hand. "Give it a puff, but don't tell the big guy," you said as you handed Ellie the cigarette, and she coughed almost immediately. "That's somehow worse than the shit Joel drinks", you let out a laugh, putting the last plate on the rack.

"You and your dad are close?", Ellie shifted awkwardly, pulling at her hoodie sleeves. "He is not my dad. It's… Well, it's complicated", you nodded your head, not wanting to push her. "Can I ask you why were you at the lab?", "You saw us?", she questioned, you just shrugged your shoulders, sinking into the armchair. "Considering the fuckers you ran into, I assumed you were…" Yet your words were cut by a rather unpleasant growl of pain.

You jumped up sooner than Ellie, being more used to being alert in situations like this. Joel's eyes were somewhat open as he looked around the place. Flinching slightly as you came into sight. "Don't move much; I'll find you something for the pain." You pressed your palm on his chest, making sure he stayed put when Ellie burst through the door.

"Joel, Joel," she breathed out, practically leaping onto the table, but you carefully pressed your hand in front of Joel. Blocking her excitement just a little. "Hi, baby girl. You okay?", Joel croaked out, turning his head towards the girl. His hand tried to reach her, but the lack of strength stopped him from doing so.

"Am I okay? You just died on me. You can't do that", suddenly her emotions switch completely as angry tears threaten to pool down her cheeks. "Wasn't my intention", Joel whined, and you instantly cut in. Carefully lifting his head as you slipped a couple of pills into his mouth, guide a glass of water to his lips.

He didn't pay you any attention as he once again turned to Ellie, who was still holding onto him. "But you're okay?", Joel questioned again, and Ellie nodded her head eagerly in an instant. "Y/N save you… us",' she said, making Joel turn your way, and your eyes met for the first time. "It was nothing. You just don't move much; I can't have you ripping the stitches," you stated politely, lowering your gaze. Suddenly feeling rather shy under Joel's gaze, "Nothing special? She strapped your legs to the horse and…", "Okay, maybe let's not tell him everything", you laughed under your breath, nudging Ellie's shoulder slightly. Enjoying the smile that had made its way up her face, replacing the worried frown.

You let the two of them be there for a moment alone, not wanting to interfere in their private conversations. Once you stepped back in, Ellie was curled up in the little armchair, fast asleep. Joel's eyes were closed as well. You carefully placed the tray of food on the side table, causing the spoon to rattle in the bowl, and Joel's eyes snapped open.

"Sorry, just wanted to make sure you got some food in your system", you said quietly, in a way waiting for him to dismiss you but he nodded. You moved to get a couple of more pillows to raise Joel's head slightly as you sat on the side of the bed. Reaching for the spoon and scooping up some of the broth.

"You know I can feed myself," Joel said as he moved his hands from under the blanket, but you moved the spoon out of his reach. "Probably, but where's the fun in that? Open up," you chirped, making him roll his eyes, but he did what he was told regardless. "I feel like crippled elderly", "Quite an accurate description", you laughed a little, Joel snarled, shaking his head at your words. "Okay, my apologies; I like the gray. Quite sexy, actually", you wiggled your eyebrows, guiding another spoonful to him. "Thank you for looking after Ellie", Joel said, his hand resting just above your knee, and you smiled at him softly, "She's a special girl". You both looked toward the armchair at her now peaceful face and said, "And she cares about you a lot. I would kill for such love."

The silence fell over the room, and Joel's energy slowly started to fade. Even when he tried to fight them, his eyes grew heavier. "I'll quickly check the bandage, and then you are free to sleep," you said, pushing the blanket from his upper body. Fingers gently undo the side of the material before you tighten it back down. Joel caught onto your hand just as you were about to cover him up again and said, "I never said thank you for saving me. You could have just walked by", you moved to lace your fingers with his, giving his palm another squeeze. "Too handsome to go to waste. Now sleep before I kick your ass out," you warned him, and the corner of Joel's lips curled up. "You wouldn't be so cruel," he said, eyes barely open now. "You don't want to try me, cowboy."

#joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #the last of us imagine #the last of us x reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine

[daddysgoty0u]

He could tell his girlfriend was getting quite stressed from work and school…  She never seemed to get a break.  So he waited until she had a solid 5 days of nothing..  With no one or thing to worry about.

    A lot of planning was involved, he cleaned out an old storage room and put in a crib with plastic sheets and cuffs on each corner of the bed (good for changing naughty rebellious little girls who wet and mess themselves.)  

    There was a cabinet, filled with diapers, powder, wipes, and cute little outfits that made her look like a 3 year old..  There were also paddles, vibrators, rope, cuffs, and crops etc. depending on how bad his little girl decided to be.

    Finally it was time..  She came home from work with a sigh of relief..  He handed her cranberry juice with laxatives and diuretics.  Soon enough she would realize that she needs diapers, and Daddy’s guidance.

    “Sweetie, I want to talk to you about something..  I know things have been so stressful for you, and I want to help.  Let me take care of you this weekend, so you can just relax.”  She loved the idea of that, it sounded perfect to her…  Little did she know what was actually in store for her.

    Some time had gone by, and she was beginning to get a bit suspicious…  Why did he keep feeding her snacks and drinks?  She had all ready had so much, but she didn’t want to disappoint him..  Suddenly a need to pee washed over her and she doubled over trying to hold it.  

    “What’s wrong baby?”  I asked, as I pulled her onto my lap.  “I’m not a baby,” she responded rather indignantly.  “Now let me up, I need to use the bathroom.”  She squirmed in my lap as I held her in my arms, she gave me a strange look as she struggled.  “Listen baby girl, I’m going to take care of you this weekend, but you’re going to have to follow some rules…  Rule number 1, bathroom off limits.”

    “You’ve gone crazy, haven’t you?”  She asks in disbelief, the pressure growing in her bladder.  “Crazy for you little girl,” I teased as I began to tickle her.  Now she really began to squirm and writhe about, but suddenly froze as I felt my own crotch begin to get soaked, with a steady *drip drip* on the floor.  

    “Oh my God, Sarah, didn’t you just say that you weren’t a baby?”  She was didn’t know how to process what happened, red in the face and utterly humiliated..  She just wanted to hide, she couldn’t believe that she just wet herself, now she was soaked.

    “C’mon sweetie, lets get you cleaned up.”  Before she knew it she was being carried in his arms..  She really did feel like a baby in that moment, and it was kind of nice knowing that he was there to take care of her..  But then she saw it.  He opened a door to what looked like an adult nursery.  

    Before she could say anything he had laid her down and began locking her ankles and wrists into the cuffs attached to the four corners of her crib.  That’s right, her crib, because she was the only one in sight who wet themselves like a toddler.

    “What are you doing?!”  She yelled and she flailed about against her cuffs.  Relax sweetie, this is for your own good..  You need to give this a chance, the cuffs are just in the beginning to help you settle in..  They may be used as punishment in the future if you’re going to be a naughty little brat.  “Are you fucking crazy?!”  She yelled.  He gave her a hard swat on her butt, and that was enough for her to go quiet, with just a small whimper, as she looked up with pleading eyes.

    He began to cut her clothes off of her, until she was completely naked.  The look in her eyes betrayed her, was she secretly enjoying this all ready?  Could she finally give up control to someone else?  He did make her feel safe, even though she was completely helpless now.  But then she saw it, he pulled out a thick diaper from the cabinet, and her face grew more red then he had ever seen.

    “What are you doing with that?..  Please no..”  She begged, and she lifted her cute little ass for him without even thinking.  Before she knew it he had expertly taped the thick diaper in place between her legs.  She couldn’t help but press her diapered butt against the changing pad bringing it back and forth as the diaper rubbed against her princess parts, making her moan.  She felt so humiliated and helpless, why was it turning her on so much?

    He slapped her diapered but again, and told her no cumming without permission was rule number 2.  She pouted and looked up at him, about to plead for a second time before she caught herself..  She didn’t want to be in diapers!  This was ridiculous!

    “You’re going to behave, right baby?”  He let her out of her restraints, and lifted her onto his hip, carrying her back over to the couch.  He pulled a sheet off the couch, which turned out to be waterproof.  Important when you have a leaky baby to take care of.  Into the wash it went, to be ready again in a few hours when her diaper is at its leaking point.  

    He held her in his lap again, giving her soft kisses and rocking her..  She was still trying to get over the fact that her Daddy was holding her in nothing but a diaper, when she felt a sudden intense pressure in her bowels.  She blushed at the thought of calling him Daddy, and began to squirm.  “Please let me up, I really need to go.”

    “That’s what your diapers are for sweetie, just relax and let go”  She wasn’t having it though.  She kept trying to fight and even buck against him as he held her down in his lap.  It was to no avail, she couldn’t struggle and hold it..  She felt herself losing control, blushing as she let farted and her belly growled and grumbled.  She stopped struggling and focused all of her might on holding it in.

    She began to cry as the mess forced its way out of her and filled the back of her diaper.  It just kept coming as she grunted and struggled to push it into her tight diaper.  She was utterly exhausted and spent by the end, and a complete mess.  Makeup down her face from crying, and the fullest diaper she could imagine.  She began wetting herself, but didn’t even care at this point.  She just tried to hide in his arms, really feeling like a baby for the first time.

    He patted her mushy diaper, pressing it into her..  She didn’t even try to stop him any more.  “You’re such a good girl, you’ve gone through a lot baby..  Lets get you cleaned up with a bath and then get you in a fresh diaper.  Then we can curl up and watch a movie.

    She sighed as he was carrying her again.  She was humiliated, but she knew she was in good hands..  She would never admit it, but she might be enjoying this after all.

#ab dl #ab/dl #diapered #diaper kink #ddxlg

[meetmyothersouls]

Today I had to put my dog down. He was almost 17 years old and I'm so heartbroken right now.

Could I please request some comfort Timmy fic please?

I don't have an specific idea. Just anything, really. If you feel like it.

Thank you.

Anything for you <3 I hope this helps you feel a little bit better.

Comfort in Darkness

Warnings: darkness, being sad, crying, fluff

"Sneaking into my room again, y/n?" Timothee says, in the darkness of his cabin. His voice is playful in his usual flirty tone he uses with you. You sniffle once and it instantly chances. “Y/n? What���s wrong?” And he’s on his feet.

"I'm sorry, I just...I need you," you say in a small voice. He doesn't have a single light on in his one room cabin. Or the TV or even his phone. The total darkness is all encompassing, and you start to back up against the front door desperate for a surface to ground you. You gasp when your hand is pulled, and your body softly thuds against his. You can't see him, but you can feel him. You can smell him. His usual scent that you love so much: spearmint, Irish Spring bar soap and the faintest hint of cigarettes. Not overwhelming just enough for the scent of tobacco to make you feel at home. Your eyes close as your cheek rests against his chest. You don't even come up to his collar bones. You feel safe in the long, lanky arms that snake around your body and push you against him.

"Never apologize for needing me," Timothee whispers as his thumb rubs the skin on the back of your shoulder. "Ever." Your eyes adjust to the darkness, accompanied by the moonlight peeking through the curtains on the far wall of the cabin, backlighting Timothee's figure in an almost angelic way. You can see him now, but just barely. He tilts your chin up, and you see him lick his lips before he brings them down to meet yours. Timothee presses his lips against yours softly. A whisper of a kiss, as if testing your waters to make sure he doesn't push you too far. "Come sleep with me tonight," he says, now pulling you to a bed you can't quite see in the darkness.

"No, no. It's okay. I really shouldn't. I shouldn't have-"

"You walked all the way from your cabin, y/n. At least stay here with me for the night," Timothee says, almost pleading. Like he needs you just as much as you need him.

"Someone might see."

"It's just you and me in here, y/n."

"But in the morning. In the morning they might see."

"So let them. I'm not letting you walk back to your cabin tonight. It's late, there's bears and mountain lions out there." He's walked you to his bed and he's climbing in, scooting all the way over to the right side. He pulls what you know is a flannel sheet over him, but holds it open for you to crawl in next to him. The moon shines brighter through the window above his bed. You can make out every curl on his head now, and his sleepy eyes you love so much. He pats the mattress. "Please, baby? Don't go back. You came here for a reason, now let me help you sleep."

He had you at 'please' and 'baby' was just icing on the cake. You crawl in without another word and Timothee immediately pulls your body against his. You snake a leg in between his and his ankle pulls you in closer.

"You wanna tell me what's going on," Timothee asks after a few moments of silence and several soft kisses to your forehead.

"I just," you pull away from him lightly and he turns fully on his side so he's making eye contact with you in the darkness, giving you his full attention. His hand finds your hip and pulls you closer to him. You smile. He always wants you close. His hand stays there, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin. You swallow hard, attempting to say what your thoughts without crying, but you feel that lump in your throat and your eyes burning, begging you to let the tears fall. Your voice shakes as you try to speak again. "I've been having a hard time and-" you break off in a sob.

"Shh, shhh, baby, it's okay. It's okay I'm right here," Timothee whispers, pulling the rest of your body into him. "It's okay you tell me when you're ready, okay?" Your face rests comfortably in between his shoulder and his neck, and the scent you love so much is amplified in the soft crook of skin. You would live here if you could. You kiss the skin lightly, not able to hold back. You feel his jaw move into a smile above you. Timothee chuckles, "you know what neck kisses do to me, y/n, but I'm gonna hold back because you're sad." His voice is soft and playful and that alone brings a smile to your face. "How about you get some sleep, and if you're feeling up to it in the morning you can tell me what's going on?"

You kiss his neck again, and the groan you hear him hold back brings you joy. "That sounds good, Timmy, thank you."

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[oceanlue]

hello!

i’ve been having the idea for a while but idk how to make it reality so i was wondering if you could make silly headcanons of the yv boys reactions when being bridal carried :3

HahahahhaHAHHAHAHAH YEAS OMG YES

💗Alphonse🧁🍭

He did a stupid thing and forgot to clean the floor when he was cleaning the counters

And it was funny because when you saw him slip it looked like out all the cartoon show you could just hear the special effects

As he fell he said that he was fine and just laid there on the ground

The next thing you did was go by him and say anything broken and he would say no but he being the dramatic b**** he is he would probably say that his leg hurts and he couldn't walk no longer

So you being the badass b**** you were decided to Bridal style carry him by picking him up

And he was surprised that he yelped he didn't know you were this strong

So you carried him in your strong arms all the way over to the couch and you babyed him all night long because he baby

" I really don't know why I would do without you boo maybe I should trip more often if that's how I'm going to get treated every time"

Hehehhe he baby

🧡Seth 🏕🍂

You two are in the woods once again because why not

You were starting to set up a campfire by putting rocks around the hole that you made and started stacking the wood so it would be upright

All of a sudden you hear a yell saying s***

And you go back to see Seth had fallen you asked him if he was okay and he did respond yes he was fine but you didn't believe it

So what you did is slide down the hill and checked his wound turns out he sprained his ankle, it wasn't bad he just need to stay off

So you decide to do the next best thing to surprise them and Bridal carry him this big man you carried in your arms

You really carried a mommy issue having, motorcycle riding, knife blade Wheeling bad boy in your arms

Set this thinking what the heck is going on

You did get him to the campsite and he was just astonished by what you just did

" man sugar I didn't know you were that strong I appreciate it but maybe next time live me to the bridal style carrying sugar after all I like to see you in my arms"

(Nice try Seth but you can't win me that easily)

💚Finn 🪴🌻

This baby boy

Omg baby man

He had an accent back out in the garden where you guys are growing your vegetables flowers or whatever you grow

And he was crying cuz it hurts so bad poor baby please someone hug him

You managed to calm him down and inspected the wound you didn't know what was wrong so you told him we had to go to the walk-in clinic

So you did what a best partner would do and you picked him up

You Bridal style carried him and he was a blushing mess

He was redder than a tomato I think you passed out too

Oh geez someone help him please

He doesn't have any broken bones but he did get sprained pretty bad so for now he is off his feet until he is able to walk again

" thank you my beautiful orchid .....I really appreciate you.....um.... picking me up.... and taking me to the clinic there's ......no wonder why I truly love you can we stay here and cuddle"

He is baby girl

💜Charlie🍕 🐭

This happened when you two were at the skatepark

You were teaching him some new tricks because it's been a while since he's been on a board and you two have been at it for 2 hours

And he was getting real good he can go up around smoothly he can jump on the skateboard smoothly

Except he can't do a grind

( forgive me I do not know any type of skateboard moves I am uncultured if you know any skateboard moves that I have missed please comment down below)

When he was trying to do an ollie he kind of tripped on his feet and try to catch his balance but ended up falling

Immediately asked him if he was okay and he said his ankle Twisted weirdly so you being the best partner he ever had

Decide to pick him up Bridal Style

Oh he was all tons of red he was stuttering he was panicking he was overall a blushing mess

His leg was fine it just spent weird he just need to get off it

"Thanks Kat I really wondered how I miss that trick up but at least I can be here with you and with pizza now how about we put on that old scary movie we used to watch as kids"

Someone get this guy a cookie

❤Auron ☕✒

Some say he was graceful some say he was handsome other say he would be clumsy as f***

He may put up an act at work but when he's at home with his partner he shows us True Colors by being a little clumsy

She was making himself a nice cold drink when he dropped an ice cube went to grab it but his hand didn't reach the counter and slipped and that made him slip on the ice cube as well

You being his partner went to see what that problem was and saw him on the ground looking up at the ceiling regretting every decision he ever made

You got him out of it and asked if he was okay and he said he was fine but you had none of it

So you never told auron this but you are very strong so what did you do you picked the mother f***** up

And he was surprised

Oh is that a blush I see on his face

I think that is a blush

But he did tell you not to tell anyone about this

" from what I can tell rookie it seems that I slightly underestimate you I am still wondering how someone your size can lift someone like me no offense to that but it seems that I am unable to move and unable to do my work so you are going to stay here and nurse me back to health now get over here rookie"

In reality he just wanted cuddles

He may be a sexy CEO boss dominant businessman but on the inside he's just a big old teddy bear

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I hope you like this

Peace out

💙💙💙

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #oceanlue #spotify #yuurivoice finn #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #ocean🌊 #yuurivoice charlie

[olympushit]

Keeping up with the Olympians

Episode 4:

Preview:

Zeus' compromising with the ankle monitor detector proves to be a bigger deal that what it seemed like. Triton's humiliation makes him quit his sinful dream. Apollo tries to find a way to get back at Ares for cheating on him with Aphrodite and Hermes is more than willing to help. Many more to follow on this unholy episode!

Scene 1:(Zeus' grand palace at Olympus)

Zeus' confessional:

This piece of shit around my ankle is making my life a living hell! Why Hera? Why?

Zeus: Sometimes I feel imprisoned in my own house!

Hera(reading a book): I'm not taking off your ankle monitor detector!

Zeus: I had to try!

Hephaestus enters the room

Hephaestus: Hey pops! How is it going?

Zeus(glaring at him): Everything was perfect until you suggested that stupid thing around my ankle!

Hera: That thing will save our marriage!

Hephaestus: Yeah, definitely.

Hephaestus' confessional:

Man! The look on Zeus' face is priceless! It's high time I took revenge on these bastards! My cunning brain has a lot more ideas now!

Hephaestus: Mom! Have I told ypu5 about the arm smell detector?

Zeus: The what?

Hera: That's interesting! Go on dear son!

Hephaestus: It's the same as the ankle monitor detector, but this item can detect feminine perfume and produce the same shock! This is about any chance the ankle monitor detector fails to work!

Hera: I NEED THIS!

Zeus: Dare you do this and I swear to Chaos Hephaestus I'm gonna throw you down the mountain!

Hera: Don't scream like that to our son!

Zeus: Last time I checked he was your son only!

Hera: But you adopted him!

Zeus: In life there are many regrets!

Zeus and Hera continue fighting.

Hephaestus' confessional:

I love this! I simply love this drama? Get it pops!

____________

Scene 2: (Poseidon's sea getaway)

Poseidon: Thanks goodness Triton realized his awful passion wasn't going to lead anywhere.

Amphitrite: I'm still in shock!

Poseidon: It's over now.

Amphitrite: What did I do wrong as a mom?

Poseidon: Nothing babe, but I think that someone played a prank on him!

Amphitrite: What was he thinking about challenging Eros? He is literally the god of sex!

Triton: Mom, dad, I really wanna apologize for my behavior earlier. I know that porn is no reputable but Anteros challenged me because I lost a bet!

Poseidon: This piece of shit!

Amphitrite: Hey! No bad blood! Just stop and you'll show him you're above the situation!

Poseidon: No! Be a pornstar and prove him wrong!

Amphitrite: No! Stop provoking!

Poseidon: Boy! Do it!

Amphitrite: No!

Triton: I'm outta here!

__________

Scene 3: (Olympus grand palace)

Hera: Zeus is under control now!

Demeter: So, it worked?

Hera: Absolutely!

Hestia: I think that what you are doing is wrong by many aspects!

Hera's confessional:

How dare she oppose my satanic loyalty method? I'm the queen and I know what's right!

Demeter: No! I think this is great!

Hestia: Girls, get serious! This is absurd!

Hera: Are you on my side or his, sister?

Hestia: It's not about taking sides!

Demeter: Zeus put you!

Hestia: No, this is just my honest opinion!

Hera: Zeus, you are so dead!

Hestia: Please, can this mountain for once be in peace?

Demeter: We didn't wage a war!

Hestia: You can't derive him his freedom! He has duties to attend to with many gods, most of them female!

Hera: That's the spirit!

Demeter's confessional:

I don't know what's wrong with Hestia all this time! I'm sure that Zeus put her to calm us down!

Hera's confessional:

I feel betrayed in many ways! I love my sister but this is beyond acceptable!

__________

Scene 4:

Apollo: Soooo, what do we do to get back at Ares?

Dionysus: Are you sure about this?

Apollo: Damn yeah!

Hermes: What about we stole his weapons?

Apollo: Too mainstream!

Hermes: How about we change his shampoo to colored shampoo?

Apollo: Too childish!

Dionysus: Just a question. Do you still love him?

Apollo: No!

Dionysus: This boy is liar, this boy is a liar!

Apollo: I'm not lying!

Dionysus: If you don't feel anything for him then you wouldn't want revenge, but you would respect his decision!

Hermes: I agree to this one bro!

Apollo: I know what to do!

Hermes: What?

Apollo: We'll tell Hephaestus that Aphrodite is cheating on him!

Dionysus: Pure evil!

Hermes: Smells like Ohio!

Dionysus: But he will know it was you!

Apollo: I'll tell Helios!

Hermes: Satanic!

_____________

Scene 5: (Ares and Aphrodite meeting secretely)

Ares: Finally, we'll have some time together!

Aphrodite: It's been a week!

Hephaestus: What's going on here?

Aphrodite: Babe, it's not what it looks like!

Ares: It's exactly what it looks like, plus something else you haven't even noticed yet!

Aphrodite: Stop Ares, I got this!

Ares: What's the pont in arguing? We are naked on his bed!

Aphrodite: Heph, Ares here helps me to find those earrings I lost a week ago!

Ares: But you found them in the pool!

Hephaestus blank stares at them

Ares: Does he communicate with the environment?

Aphrodite: I don't know!

All the male gods barge in the bedroom

Apollo: Ares bitch! Suck it!

Hermes: Wow! Aphrodite is gorgeous!

Apollo: What? He cheated on me with her!

Ares: Can you blame me?

Hermes: I agree with Ares!

Aphrodite: I know I'm fabulous!

Hephaestus: So I was the last one to know?

Zeus far away from the other gods: Yeah, we all knew!

Dionysus: Why are you so far?

Zeus: It's the ankle and arm monitor detectors!

Poseidon: The what?

Zeus: Hephaestus' crazy ideas!

Apollo: That's not the point right now!

Ares: I knew it was you!

Apollo: You cheated on me!

Ares: Because you are paranoid!

Aphrodite: Okay, let's set a schedule, I take him Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, you take him Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays!

Hermes: And Sundays?

Aphrodite: He gets a day off!

Ares: What?

Apollo: Deal!

Dionysus: Ok, can we leave now?

Hephaestus: And what about me?

Zeus still from afar: What did you expect son?

Hephaestus: I want a divorce!

Zeus: Ok, just let's be done with this stupidity before Hera notices I'm missing!

Poseidon: What did I just watch?

_____________

Scene 6: Artemis and Athena discussing while shaking their salads

Artemis: So, did you hear about Ares and Aphrodite?

Athena: Hilarious!

Artemis: My brother did him good!

Athena: Even if it's immature, I support everything against Ares!

Artemis: Why do you hate him so much?

Athena: I don't hate him! It serves him right! He must learn to think with his upper head!

Artemis: True.

Athena: Did you hear about the arm monitor detector?

Artemis: Dude! That's so humiliating!

Athena: The lengths my father does for this woman are unimaginable!

Artemis: What does he see in her?

Athena: Good question! My mom would be a great queen!

Artemis: And why not mine?

Athena: Because my mom was married to Zeus!

Artemis: So what? That doesn't make her worthy!

Athena: You insult my mom?

Artemis: You degraded mine!

Athena: I was expressing my opinion!

Artemis: A very selfish opinion!

Athena: That's what I got, whether you like it or not!

Artemis' confessional:

This bitch of a sister! I can't believe her!

Athena's confessional:

I don't understand her aggravation! It's not superiority! It ain't bragging if you know it's true!

Artemis: Take it back!

Athena: No!

Artemis: Take it back!

Athena: NO! Ypu accept my mom was better!

Artemis: If she was shw would be here now!

Athena: That hurt!

Artemis: As your words do!

Athena: I'm leaving!

_____________

Scene 7: (The Underworld)

Hades' confessional:

Ever since Minoas decided to degrade my queen, his life has been a literal hell!

Minoas: Where do I put this?

Hades: Do you really want an answer?

Minoas: Not really!

Hades: Do your job amd stop fussing!

Persephone: Hades babe! Don't be too hard on him. I believe he understood tge assignment!

Hades: You think so?

Persephone: Absolutely!

Minoas: Thanks, your Majesty!

Hades: You learn fast, you little brat!

Persephone: Honey! Wanna go somewhere more private? (winks)

Hades: Hell yeah, your Majesty!

Persephone: Have I told you that you turn me on!

Hades: Today or in general?

Persephone: We lost track of time!

Hades: That's what happens when I'm with you!

Minoas' confessional:

I can't with these two! Get a room! Disgusting!

Hades: Minoas leave the room!

Minoas: Sure, my King!

Hades: What do we do now?

Persephone: Do you remember my favorite?

Hades: This is how I spend most of my showers!

Persephone: Baby!

Hades: Off to the shower then!

___________

I know I took long but here I am! Episode 4 is up!

Tell me in the comments what you think!

Till episode 5! ✌️😁😜

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Villains - Part 2

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Spoilers under the cut. Expect mistakes.

Ellis: The baguettes here are delicious. I bought some the other day and ate them all before I knew it.

Ellis: Victor missed out on it and sulked for a while.

Kate: Hehe, I'm looking forward to eating it. Which jam do you recommend?

Ellis: The most popular here is marmalade, but I often buy cranberry.

Ellis: But if you don't want it, you can pick whatever you want.

Kate: Don't worry, I love them both!

Ellis: Then let's buy them both.

Kate: What!?

We bought baguettes, jam, honey, ham, pickles, and many other things.

(He keeps on recommending places to eat.)

(We're still prepping for the picnic, but I'm already having fun.)

Kate: I live here in London, but I have no idea this kind of restaurant exists.

Ellis: Finding good restaurants is my hobby.

Kate: Is it because you want to introduce them to people like this?

Ellis: Why do you think so?

Kate: It's just something I see when I talk to people in town.

People were giving me looks for being in a wheelchair, but they were surprisingly tolerant because they knew Ellis for his kindness.

Mechanic: You're making that stuff again, Ellis. Maybe you can help us at our factory again if you have the time.

Ellis: Sure. Jude said I can take next Tuesday off.

Shop clerk: Ellis! Perfect timing. Can you hold that for a second?

Ellis: Like this? This dress is the one Ted bought last time. Do you think it's going to sell?

Shop clerk: Of course! We're actually doing great after you introduce some great buyers.

Shop clerk: Oh yeah, are you still working for that shady Yakuza company?

Ellis: I'll stay with Jude until I fulfill my promise.

Fruit vendor: Are you hurt, Miss?

Kate: Um, yes. I twisted my ankle a little.

Fruit vendor: You're still a good boy, Ellis. Here, take this apple and go.

Ellis: Thanks. By the way, the meds you said you wanted are available at Bates' pharmacy.

Fruit vendor: You remembered? I'm glad. I'll give you this as a bonus.

(Ellis is so dedicated to everyone, not just to me.)

No wonder the people of the city love him like this.

Ellis: You're smiling. What's wrong?

Kate: Looking at you makes me warm and fuzzy inside.

Ellis: Hm? I don't get it, but you look cute.

(Cute?)

Ellis: We've already got the basket full, so it's time to go.

(Maybe the secret to being loved is being able to say these things easily.)

Carrying the basket full of things we bought and received, we unfolded the sheet as we arrived at the beautiful flower garden.

Kate: Yum! I swear, these baguettes are so good!

Ellis: I'm glad. I recommend toasting it with lots of butter.

Kate: Let's leave some and take it home. I want to do that tomorrow morning.

Ellis: Fufu, okay. I'll peel the apples. Just give me a minute.

I found myself smiling, seeing him act like a true lover. It was thanks to him I felt happy since this morning.

(I never thought I could spend my time so peacefully when I sprained my ankle.)

Kate: Haaa, I'm so happy.

Ellis: Really? I'm glad.

Ellis: Hey, Kate.

Kate: Hmm, what is it?

Ellis: How happy are you right now?

Kate: Hm, let's see. This may be the happiest I've been in months.

Ellis: I see.

He whispered as he dexterously peeled the apples with a black-bladed knife.

Ellis: I guess it's hard to make someone feel like they're the happiest person in their life on the first date.

Kate: Is that what you were going for...?

Ellis: Yeah. Here's your apple.

He offered a neatly peeled and bite-size apple.

(Ugh. Does he want to feed it to me? This is embarrassing.)

With that thought in mind, I meekly opened my mouth to play along.

(He's really dedicated to doing this much for my first job.)

(How can he be so kind to others' happiness?)

Ellis: Have you ever been so happy that you wish time would stop?

Kate: Time would stop?

Ellis: Yes. Feeling that the moment is so perfect that you don’t need the future anymore.

Kate: I don’t think so.

Ellis: I see. I’m glad.

Kate: You’re glad?

Ellis: Because if you haven’t felt it yet, I can make you feel the happiest you’ll ever be someday.

(I’ve never heard anyone say something so sweet before.)

(Wait, why am I getting serious? I’ve got to get in on the act since we’re acting as lovers!)

Kate: Then I’ll make you the happiest guy in the world!

Ellis: Me?

Kate: I’m your lover, so I just can’t let you take all the credit for our happiness.

Kate: What makes you happy?

Ellis: I...

Ellis: I can’t think of any.

(He’s always thinking about other people’s happiness, yet he doesn’t seem to have any attachment to his own.)

The slight difference in his personality was both strange and unique.

Kate: Then let’s find your happy moments together.

Ellis: Ah...

Kate: Hm?

Ellis: Maybe when you’re smiling.

(I’ll never be able to compete with him when it comes to pampering a lover.)

I almost took the act seriously and quickly turned my head away.

Kate: Please tell that to your real lover.

Ellis: What do you mean?

Kate: Saying those sweet things.

Ellis: I was just saying what I thought. Besides, you seem kind of happy.

Kate: “.........”

He peeked in, making me blush.

Ellis: “..........”

Ellis blinked his eyes as if something had hit him and gently pushed me down.

Kate: Whoa...wait...Ellis一

Ellis: If you were my real lover, would you be more honestly happy for me?

Kate: Huh?

Ellis: I wish I could be your lover because I feel like I could make you happier.

Ellis: Be my real lover, Kate.

I looked up at him, stunned, as he loomed over me.

Kate: D-Don’t tease me.

Ellis: I’m not teasing you.

(This is the first time we’ve spent time alone together, and now he’s asking me to be his lover?)

(Even if it’s just a pretend game, it’s a little too much.)

Kate: I know you would do a lot to make me happy, but that's the kind of thing you should say to the person you love.

Ellis: I like you, but still, no?

(Is he serious?)

Ellis: I will make you happy.

Ellis: I will live for that reason.

His words, which sounded like an unrequited love, were obviously a lie.

However, his twilight-colored eyes staring at me had an unusual warmth, as if they were telling the truth.

(Something's not right.)

His hands on either side of my face gave me the illusion of being trapped in a cage.

I felt like if I nodded, I wouldn't be able to go anywhere else.

Kate: I-I...

Kate: I need to know more about you before I can respond.

Ellis: I see. Okay.

He gently sat up and helped me up as well.

Ellis: Then, I'm going to teach you a lot about me until you get to know me.

Kate: Sure.

He was still smiling, but the disturbing illusion I had just experienced was twisting around my body like ivy.

The day went on, and the wind grew colder as we talked about other things.

He put me in the wheelchair again, and we returned to the castle.

(He really didn't let me walk most of the day.)

As soon as we stepped into the forest leading to the castle, he abruptly stopped.

Kate: Ellis, is something wrong?

Ellis: There might be a bit of trouble. Geez, I just had a happy day.

Kate: What?

Ellis: If you’re scared, just close your eyes. It’ll all be over soon.

Part 1╏Part 2╏Premium End╏Epilogue

#ikemen villains #ikemen villain #ikevil ellis #ellis twilight #ikevil #ikevil jp #ikevil translations #cybird

[celamoon]

*pulling up to the celamoon drive thru* yeah can i get a fuckin Uhhhh...

I can't remember if you've ever written servant!komaeda x reader before but I'd love to see ur take on it. Can be sfw or nsfw, your preference! I know you have a few wips so don't sweat it if you take a while.

Also this is @sonyar tumblr doesnt let sideblogs send asks 💔 Hiii longtime listener first time caller

SERVANT... KOMAEDA.. YUM. (artist)

Warnings: smut, fingering, eating out, fem! reader, dom! reader(this part killed me), reader briefly mentions abt destroying pregnancy tissue with a hanger... yeah.

Towa city has very little to offer.

You pull yourself through the mess, dodging and ducking all of the Monokumas. Monokumas? The... humans. Whatever they are. You have no idea what they're called nowadays. It's been AGES since you've seen a normal human anyways. It's actually the perfect setting to fall in love with a fucked up man who saves you from a bunch of random ass Monokumas. 

You don't know if you should've manifested that last part.

You stand in the pile of rubbish, rummaging through to find anything you can use, and you meet eyes with a man.

Wait. A man?

You stare at him, and he seems surprised to see you. 

You glance at the chain clasped around his neck and the jacket, and you blink. At least you weren't the only one suffering from no fashion in this economy.

"Ah? A survivor? How... rare?" His voice is airy, scratchy, and it sends a chill down your spine. It's been ages since you've heard someone other than Monokuma's voice on the TVs.

"Ah," You stare at him.

He's... pretty? That's not quite the right word. He looks like a poorly dressed porcelain doll. He looks delicate. 

"Oh, dear," He trips, and you gasp. You don't know if you have something wrong with your mind, but you rush over to him. In this sort of economy? You don't know what's wrong with you, but you suppose saving someone who might kill you is the least of your concern right now.

You tear the rubbish from his ankle, and you grimace at the bruise.

"Do you live here? Or are you another survivor?"

He stares at you, and his gaze digs into your soul.

"Ah, my apologies," He smiles. "I got lost in your eyes for a moment, you see."

You raise a brow incredulously.

"How'd you scratch your knees?"

"You see," He hums. "I was looking for chestnuts, for the children, Utsugi-chan to be exact."

You blink at him. 

"They're the warriors of hope," He beams. "They're very adorable, you see."

You nod slowly. You have no idea why you are.

"Anyways," He smiles. "I apologize for being a nuisance, but could you please help me out? I feel I hurt my leg, you see."

You lift him from the rubbish, and you haul him to your makeshift tent. It's not a tent; it's more of a clean area of a destroyed building than anything.

The male leans against the collapsed wall, and you tend to the bruise on his leg. 

"You have alcohol in a place like this?"

"Vodka," You pour it onto his wound, and he hisses. "Make do with what there's left in a world like this."

The male hisses, and he chuckles awkwardly. "Ah, what's your name, darling?"

"I don't think you're close enough to be calling me darling yet," You wrap the wound with a ripped bedsheet. "Y/n. You?"

"Please call me Servant," He smiles. "I do not deserve a name, you see."

You pause. "Alright. Do you live here?"

"I live in the only in-tact skyscraper left here," Servant smiles. "Shall I take you there? As a thank you."

"It's..." you pause. He's suspicious as hell, but you think the last thing you're worrying about right now is some random stranger locking you up in a skyscraper. "...Is it safe?"

"Sure," He smiles. "I'll rely on our luck to keep you away from the kids."

You follow the male, the people ignoring the two of you as you pass them. You wonder if he was a remnant of despair. You don't know. You don't find it in yourself to care. The city's beyond saving anyway.

You glance at the room. It's run down, and you worry a lot about it. 

"It's a little underwhelming," He laughs airily. "My apologies."

"No," You pause. "It's much safer here. Thank you."

You ignore the fact that there's only one bed here.

Servant is seldom in his room. He runs around, running errands for the children, getting and bringing whatever they wanted. There's not much to do in his room. You find a couple of sex toys scattered about, and you blink when you find a strap-on. This man... he's... no. You pause your thought process. That's not what you should be worrying about right now.

The days in his room are boring. There's no internet and nothing to busy yourself with. Servant brings you a couple of trinkets from the kids, and you work your way through the Rubik's cube. Your movement becomes fluid, a second memory if you would. Your fingers work at the cube without thinking, and you scatter your mind. Is this what it feels like to grow bored? How annoying. 

Servant comes back one day, dragging you off from his room. You're concerned.

"Yes?"

"Ah," He smiles. You're taken aback by his smile.

"You see," He hums. "I was just thinking... you want to stand on the side of hope, right?"

You blink. "I'm just trying to survive."

"Which means you're on the side of hope," He beams, pulling you down the spiral of stairs. 

"I don't get it."

"We're going to create hope!" Servant beams. "Oh, you're the perfect person to! I can't believe I got so lucky! Picking you up... the fact that you're the perfect person!"

You blink in confusion, and Servant drags you to another room. You stand there as Servant mumbles. "You see..." He begins. "I was just thinking about how... hopeful it would be... if we could raise a new generation of kids! People who won't be stained by the likes of disgusting despair! Of course, unfortunately, there's an issue; since Kamukura-san can't do it, you're stuck with the likes of me..."

"I'm not following." You deadpan.

"Oh, we're going to create hope together!" Servant clasps his two hands together... Hand and mitten. 

"Create hope?"

"Why, of course!" He beams. "It's only fitting that someone as hopeful as you would be the one to deliver the next generation!"

You think you know where this is going.

"You're going to use me as an incubator," You stare at him.

"N-no," He babbles. "It would be unfitting for trash like me to assign people, but it's only if you want to. You know? Well, I'm sure-"

"Well..." You glance at him. It had been a while since you fucked someone. "I don't know... how good are you at servicing others?"

Servant flushes, cheeks pink, lips parted.

"You'd let me taint such beautiful hope?"

"I don't know," You sigh. "How good of a head do you give?"

Servant blushes harder, and he stumbles over his words. "A-anything you want, I can do! I-I live to s-serve, after all." You can see the drool forming in the corner of his lips. You tilt your head, curious to how he would react. He goes on a ramble about how you could do whatever you wanted to him, and you tap your cheek.

"Sit," You watch him kneel immediately. "I said sit."

Servant seats himself on the bed, and you sigh.

"I hope you know how to service someone decently," You straddle him, and Servant's hands rest on your waist almost immediately. You press your lips to his, and he kisses you experimentally, trying to figure out what you liked. He gauges your reactions, trying his best to please you. 

You lean your neck back as he nips at it, licking and biting all at the same time. Servant understands your body quick enough, fingers digging into your skin and pressing where it needed to. Your lips part, and Servant slips his tongue in, desperate to please you like he was supposed to. He's not sure when he forgot that technically everything was supposed to go according to his plan, but he's not against you ordering him around. He liked it.  Servant's fingers slip pull on the string of your waistband, sliding his hand down your hips, pinching your waist as he does so. You moan into the kiss, and Servant's lips leave yours, biting and chewing at your collarbone. You squirm as his hand slides further down, pressing his fingers to your entrance, glancing up at you to see how you'd react. He feels you tense up, and he rubs circles with his right hand as he slips a finger into you.

Komaeda likes it. He likes this. You're so pretty. 

"Mm?" You glance at him as he slips a second finger in. "You're doing good, pretty boy."

Servant's heart flutters at those words. Pretty boy? Oh, for you to call trash like him such a dazzling name was a crime. Yet, he finds himself drinking up every word you praise you toss his way. Pretty boy? Your pretty boy? Oh, with someone as angelic as you praising him, he has to take good care of you. He has to please you.

His fingers speed up, and your breath hitches as he presses his thumb to your clit. You wonder how he's able to do all that despite not being able to see. He seems to be used to this.

The coil in your stomach tightens, and you hook two fingers under Servant's chain as you cum on his fingers. You rest your face in his hair for a moment, ignoring the fact that the man probably hasn't showered in ages. He smells surprisingly clean. You breathe slowly, catching your breath. Servant waits for your next command, staring up at you, lashes fluttering.

"Lay down," You get off of him, and Servant's eyes widen in panic.

"I-"

"Lay down." You stare at him, eyes hard.

Servant listens, and he watches you as you push his sweater up, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants with his boxers. He's so hard it looks painful.

Your hand grabs Servant's chain, looping it once through your hand, pulling on it as you shimmy out of your pants. Servant watches with gleaming eyes as you straddle him. You're so pretty.

The blood rushes to his head, and he whimpers as you run your hand from the bottom of his cock to position him at your entrance.

Servant's hand grips the sheets as you bottom out.

He shifts slightly, and you hold his hip in place.

"Hm?" He stares at you, blinking.

"What do good boys say when they want something?"

"P-please," Servant flushes incredibly redder. "Please fuck me." "Good boy," You smile, finally moving. Servant moans loud. He whimpers and gasps, shaking as you bounce on him. You wonder if he's always this loud. Was he used to this kind of service as a servant? Yet, the better part of you knows that he probably is, and he's probably one of the remnants of despair just from his insanity. Well, not that it mattered. You would die sooner or later, you might as well make the best of this.

"So, hah," You pant, pulling on Servant's chain as you ride him. "You wanted to create hope? I wonder how you're so sure that it'll work. What if I somehow found the pill? What if I destroy the tissue with a clothing hanger? What if I destroy that lovely hope of yours?"

Servant moans, lips parted in ecstasy, eyes hazy, tongue lolling out. 

"So fucked out that you can't even answer?" You stop, and Servant cries out.

"No!" He gasps, shifting his hips to somehow get some friction. His hip bone digs into yours, and you click your tongue in annoyance.

"You were so eager to fuck me earlier," You tug on his chain harder, forcing him to his forearms. "What happened to that spirit? I asked you a question."

Servant babbles something about how he would be fine it with because it was you doing it, and you sigh, riding him again. He cries worthless praise as you feel him pulse in you, and you sigh. Servant whines for your permission to cum, and you pause.

"Do you deserve it?"

He cries. "Worthless trash like me doesn't, but please! I just... really! Please let me cum, angel. Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-"

You open your mouth to let him, and you pause when you feel something fill you. You blink, and you scoff at the male.

"Without permission?"

"I'm sorry!" He cries. "I'll make it up to you. Use me how you want... oh.. I'm just a mere servant after all..."

You lift yourself from him, and you glance at his softening cock. "Clean it up."

Servant nods feverishly, lowering himself to his knees, pressing his tongue flat on your cunt. You squirm, and he uses his right hand to spread your labia, digging his tongue inside of you. He eats you out feverishly, panting and whining like a dog. He licks at you, desperate to prove himself useful in some way.

"Is the other hand broken or something?" You yelp as he delves his tongue into you. You squirm, curling slightly as he rests his left hand on your leg, trying to keep your legs from closing around his head. He doesn't mind if you want to, but you wanted him to clean up his mess, so he had to. His eyes widen as your hand pushes him closer into you, but he doesn't complain. He had a job as your servant. He had to clean you up. 

You dig your feet into the bedsheets, and Servant moves his fingers to curl inside of you. You were tightening around him. He couldn't wait to see you come undone. Even though you weren't going to be the one to create hope with him, you have given him such a euphoric orgasm; he had to pay you back. Scum like him wasn't worth cumming inside of you. He should've held it in and rubbed it out later. Oh, but you couldn't blame him. You just felt so good around him.

His mind clouds with thoughts, and he doesn't even realize that you've already cum, his licking and sucking cleaning you off perfectly.

You lift a leg up, and Servant glances at you with doe eyes.

"Did I do something wrong? I'm so sorry! I'll make it up, I promise-"

"You did nothing wrong," You sit up. "I came, and you got lost in thought."

"I'm so sorry!" Servant cries. "I'll do anything to make it up to you! I promise!"

"How about you wash us up," You smile. "Since you're a mere servant."

You don't know what part of this power play got to your mind, but as Servant's lips latch to your neck again, you don't find it in yourself to care.

You could worry later.

#komaeda x reader #komaeda smut #nagito komaeda #nagito x reader

[fangswbenefits]

The quack is ready to attack, anons are supposed to hide bc they're nervous to own up to their HORNY thoughts!!! Not bc its easier to send hate!!! For this once to help comfort you, a soft miguel idea for the lovely ruby:

Imagine shopping w miguel, sweet girl or not, he's patiently standing besides you at all times. Makeup? He's holding out his wrist so you can try swatches. Clothing? Man REFUSES to let you hold the pile you've got, ignoring all the weird stares he gets as this giant ass man waits contently for his desrest to try on their next fit. Shoe shopping? Its worse than not letting you hold your own items, he's sitting you down, bringing the shoes to you and putting them on your feet. It's corny, embarrassing, and god hes just so hot for caring so much. And the little kisses to your ankle aren't helping.

And bro is an enabler. "Idk miguel, its kinda pricey for a shirt," "get it, who cares. Money isn't important" "i dont like it that much," "but you like, right? Price doesn't matter." Its a struggle to get him to STOP buying you things. If you look at an item for a second too long, he's paying for it already. He doesn't expect anything in return either, he would actually prefer it if you didn't try to repay him. He just wants you to have fun and be comfortable all the time.

If you somehow manage to buy something with your own money, that's when he becomes a pain in the ass. Huffing and puffing as you show him new things, frustrated that you wouldn't let him treat you. "You treat me all the time!" "And? What's wrong with one more?" When you both know his 'one nore treat,' is an endless pile. Like saying you'll do something tomorrow for the 10th day in a row.

Reassuring him its a surprise for later can either calm him down or make him even more frustrated. Bc surprises? Okay, he understands, suspense is important to a surprise. But also. If it's a surprise for him... you should've used his card... bc he doesnt want you spending money on him, this is supposed to be about you!

He will calm down eventually, hes just hurt his princess didn't let him take care of them. Even if it was for a soda, or a candy bar, or something small and that little, less than a dollar, hes frowning. He just wants to make sure you never worry about price :((

But he'll get over it. And he'll focus on time with you. He'll smile real wide if you come into HQ with the new clothing you've bought with him. If someone compliments you on it, he's smirking and whispering "told you, you look good." Unless its a flirty compliment, then you're inside his office with a kiss and gentle smile before hes walking out, locking the door behind him without you realizng, so he can go chase down whoever made a move on his sweet thing.

I hope this helped some, i really am sorry people think they can just spew such sensitive topics with no remorse, especially when they don't have a face to it. That makes it feel like they know its wrong, and yet they still do it. Sending you hugs and the reassurance that Miguel and Lyla would find their IP address and report them to the police for you <3

-🦆🦆🦆

The timing of this 🥺🩷 Miguel pampering his princesa??? YES PLEASE! And of course he wouldn’t expect anything in return���. that big big heart 😔🩷

Thank you so much for sending this, my friend!

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ #🦆 anon

[ellisgirl]

Ellis Twilight — Wicked Love Blooming In The Dark Night Story Event

Chapter 1 & 2

I do not own any contents of Ikemen Villains. This story being uploaded in this blog belongs solely to CYBIRD. Please support them by downloading their games and buying their stories. Both English and Japanese are not my mother tongue languages, please keep in mind that there will be mistranslations and added words for my own preferences. I translate for my personal entertainment and for my own practice only.

—What is happiness?

It’s like a twilight sky that immediately changes colour the moment it catches your eyes.

It will never let go of your heart forever, but you will never get the same thing again.

—

(Ah, what am I really doing? I have to get it together.)

I was summoned to the castle by Victor today and had an elegant tea time with him.

Just when I expected him to end the day peacefully with a friendly chat, he ended up dropping an outrageous bomb.

///// Flashback Begins /////

Victor: Ah, that’s right. Your first mission as a “Fairytale Master.”

Kate: Yes! What is it?

Victor: I want you to choose one of the Crowns to be your lover.

(This, lover…?)

Kate: Hey, wait a minute. Even if you say so, I don’t know anything about anyone in the Crown.

Victor: Yes! That’s right, Miss Kate.

Victor: I spent all night thinking about what I should do to get you to know them better and I finally came up with an idea.

Victor: Hmm, I’m a genius! It’s already late today and this job’ll start tomorrow. Hmm, wha, I’m so excited.

(I nodded involuntarily, thinking that my life would be lost if I wasn’t trusted in my very first mission.)

///// Flashback Ends /////

I wonder if we should get to know each other deeply as lovers… How should I deal with an expected first mission?

Because I was wandering around and the road ahead is rocky, I almost got hit by a Brougham, a horse-drawn carriage.

I looked down at my sprained ankle that was avoiding the galloping carriage and signed.

(But there’s no point in worrying about it, right?)

(Let’s talk to Roger first and borrow him some bandages or something.)

As I’m going up the stairs leading to the entrance while dragging my foot—

Ellis: What happened to your leg?

Kate: Wha…! Eh, Ellis-kun?

Ellis: Are you hurt?

Ellis: What’s wrong with your foot?

I was so surprised that my heart jumped out to Ellis, who suddenly appeared on his way home from somewhere.

Ellis: Does it hurt?

That night when I managed to escape from being killed to shut me up by becoming a “fairy tale master”,

Ellis, “Shall I kill her?” That’s exactly what he said.

(Shortly after that, he said something like a proposal to “make me happy”…)

I can’t help but feel an indescribable unease.

Ellis: I’ll take care of you. Put your arm around my shoulder and hold on to me.

Kate: Wha!?

As soon as Ellis saw the swollen foot of mine, he picked me up easily without hesitation.

Kate: Oh, it’s fine! Because I can walk…

Ellis: Maybe it’ll be fine if I take a good look. Roger isn’t here in the castle tonight, so I’ll take care of it.

Ignoring my resistance, Ellis ran lightly into the basement.

—

(I’m kind of used to it by now…)

In front of me, a bandage was skillfully wrapped around my sprained ankle.

I was a little embarrassed the moment I showed my bare foot, but

Ellis took the treatment seriously and only did what was necessary, he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.

Ellis: How did you get hurt?

Kate: I was walking while thinking, so I accidentally twisted my ankle when avoiding the carriage.

Ellis: A carriage, huh? …What are you worried about when you were thinking in that moment?

(I’m not sure if I should talk about it …but maybe I’ll get some good advice from him.)

Kate: …Victor told me that it was my first mission to spend a day with someone from the Crown as a lover tomorrow.

Kate: I think it’s better not be able to move around too much, so that I can spend time tomorrow without causing any trouble with my ankle like this.

Kate: Ellis-kun, do you have any idea who is capable to be that person?

When Ellis finished fastening the edge of the bandage, he stared at me and then opened his mouth.

Ellis: That’s what I want to do.

Ellis: I want to play the role of your lover.

(Ellis-kun…?)

Kate: Why?

Ellis: Because I want to make you happy as much as possible while I’m here.

Ellis repeated the same words he said that night we met.

(Why would you feel that way about someone you just met for the first time…and even attempted to kill someone you didn’t know?)

Ellis: I don’t want you to look sad when tomorrow is over …No?

(Honestly, I feel uncomfortable, but…)

The carefully wrapped bandage and the worried look in his eyes.

I couldn’t be cold or suspicious of him.

Kate: It…It’s good.

Ellis: …Hooray

With a happy smile on his face, Ellis picked me up again.

Kate: I’m already fine with a bandage…!

Ellis: …No way. I understand that you are the type of person who cares about others’ troubles even though you are injured.

Ellis: I don’t believe that you’re fine. Let me carry you to your room.

Kate: That’s such an over-evaluation of me…

I tried to get against him, but Ellis didn’t seem to have any intention to give up.

I was forced to stay silent in his arms.

—

Ellis: I want to know about you, so that I can use it as a reference for tomorrow’s schedule. What are you doing that makes you happy?

Kate: Um… Eating something delicious, or something?

Ellis: Hmm. Well then, let’s buy something delicious and have a picnic together.

Ellis: I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. Then, please treat me as your lover.

Kate: …Yes. I look forward to working with you.

—

(I feel like my first mission, which is outrageous, has progressed in a blink of an eye.)

(I feel like I’m doing pretty well, and I should be more wary of Ellis…but)

I stared at the carefully wrapped bandage.

I don’t know why, but there was no doubt that it was treated thoughtfully.

(…If it’s Ellis, I think I’ll be fine.)

—

Ellis: Good morning, Kate-san.

Kate: Good morning. …What is that thing?

The next morning, as promised, Ellis came to pick me up at my room—

He was carrying something that looks like a chair with attached wheels.

Ellis: It’s called a wheelchair. I made it myself because it’s not that easy to get one.

Kate: You made it yourself… why?

Ellis: Because I don’t want to put a burden on my lover’s body.

(Lover…)

Kate: No way, it is for me…!?

Ellis: Yeah. Hey, sit down.

I timidly took a seat as prompted, and found that the chair was so comfortable that I could sit for a long time.

When Ellis pushes from behind, the wheels turn smoothly and the chair moves forward.

Kate: That’s amazing. It’s such a convenient thing and you can make it yourself.

Ellis: There was a time when I desperately researched about it… I still remember that.

Kate: Thank you very much. I’m glad. But it might be an exaggeration because I didn’t break any bones. I can walk though.

I lift my hips to get off, but—

Ellis: I’ll be in trouble if your ankle gets worse and you can’t walk, so it’s no good.

Kate: …!?

My body was hugged tightly from the back of the chair.

Ellis: I’ll take you wherever you want to go.

Ellis: Even if there’s a step, I’ll lift the whole chair.

Ellis: You just need to sit here today, okay?

Ellis whispered while hugging me, who couldn’t stand up or even flinch.

I was bewildered by the excessive kindness, as if I was wrapped in floss.

(But… maybe this is the attitude Ellis has towards his “lover.”)

(Even though you’re on a mission to spend time as a lover… It’s strange to tell you to stop…?)

Kate: I understand… Nice to work with you…

Ellis: Yes. Because this is my first date with you.

Ellis: I’ll do my best to make it the happiest day.

—

Ellis: The baguettes here are really delicious.

Ellis: Victor missed eating those and was sulking for a while.

Kate: Huh, I’m looking forward to eating it. Which one would you like for jam… Ellis-kun, What do you recommend?

Ellis: Marmalade is the most popular item here, but I often buy cranberry ones.

Ellis: But I don’t like it if you’re not good at eating it, so choose what you like.

Kate: Don’t worry, I love both of them!

Ellis: Then, let’s buy both.

Kate: Eh…both!?

Baguettes, jams, honey, ham, and pickles, we were shopping for this and that.

(Because Ellis recommended many different shops one after another.)

(The picnic is still being prepared, but it’s a lot of fun.)

Kate: Even though we lived in the same London, I had no idea that there was a store like this…

Ellis: Searching for a good restaurant is my hobby.

Kate: Maybe it’s to introduce the restaurants you found to people like this?

Ellis: …Why do you think so?

Kate: That’s… I’m somehow watching the interactions of the people in the city.

I was afraid that the wheelchair would be looked at with strange eyes, but the people of the town were surprisingly tolerant, and

It seemed that Ellis was well known for being kind to everyone.

Machinist man: Well, Are you making stuff like that again, Ellis-kun? If you have time, please help me at our factory again.

Ellis: Okay. If it’s next Tuesday, Jude told me to take a day off.

A boutique clerk: Oh, Ellis-kun! Just the right place. Uh-huh, can you hold this for me for a moment?

Ellis: Like this? This dress is the one Ted bought the other day. Is it going to be sold?

A boutique clerk: Now that’s okay! Thanks to Ellis-kun introducing us to a great buyer, we’re now in a great condition.

A boutique clerk: Well, are you still working at that dangerous yakuza company?

Ellis: I have a promise with Jude, so I’ll be with him until that promise is fulfilled, i guess?

Old woman selling fruit: Ara, did you get hurt, young lady?

Kate: Ah, yes. Twisted my ankle a little bit.

Ellis: Hi …Ah, the medicine you said you wanted before, it is available at Bates-san’s pharmacy.

Old woman selling fruit: Did you remember me? I’m glad. May I add this apple as a bonus for you?

(Ellis is devoted not only to me but also to everyone…)

I can understand why people in this city love him like this.

Ellis: …You’re smiling. What’s wrong?

Kate: Whenever I look at Ellis-kun, I don’t know why but I feel like somehow my heart becomes warmer.

Ellis: Hmm..? I’m not sure, but it’s cute.

(Is it…?)

Ellis: My basket is already full. It’s about time, shall we go?

(…Maybe being able to say things like that easily is the secret of being loved by many…)

—

I held a basket full of things that we’ve bought.

When we arrived at the beautiful flower garden, I unfolded the basket.

Kate: Hmm! It’s true, this baguette is so delicious…!

Ellis: I’m glad that you like it… I’d recommend you to put a lot of butter on and toast it a little.

Kate: …Let’s keep it for some and take it home, I want to do that in tomorrow’s morning.

Ellis: Haha, okay. I’ll peel the apples, so wait for me a minute.

I’m drawn by how Ellis really treats me like we’re real lovers, I can’t help but feel lighter.

Thanks to his kind concern, my heart has been so light since this morning.

When I sprained my ankle, I never thought that I could live in peaceful moment like this.

Kate: Haa… I’m so happy.

Ellis: …Really? That’s good.

Ellis: —Hey, Kate-san.

Kate: Hmm, what?

Ellis: How happy are you now?

Kate: Hmm, well… I might be the happiest I’ve been in the past few months.

Ellis: Okay…

Ellis muttered while playing dexterously with a black blade knife he used to peel apples.

Ellis: Isn’t it difficult to make people think that they are at the happiest in their lives on their first date?

Kate: Oh, Is that what you were aiming for?

Ellis: Yeah. Yes, an apple.

Ellis offered an apple that was beautifully peeled and cut into bite-sized pieces.

(Uh, oh, you were talking about an apple? It’s so embarrassing of me…)

While thinking so, I opened my mouth gently and playing the role of his lover.

(I can’t believe I’m going this far for my first mission… Ellis is really dedicated, how should I put it?)

(…How can you be so empathetic to other people’s happiness?)

Ellis: Kate-san… Have you ever thought that now is the happiest to the point that you wished the time to stop?

Kate: Wished the time to stop…?

Ellis: Yes. This moment is completely perfect… I think I don’t need no future anymore, something like that.

Kate: Well… I don’t think so.

Ellis: Yeah… Good.

Kate: Good?

Ellis: Because… If you haven’t felt to that point yet, it means that I can make you feel the supreme happiness someday.

(…Such a sweet line, I was told something like this for the first time.)

(I wonder what you’re serious about… Now that I playing as a “lover”, I have to get on too!)

Kate: Well, then I’ll make Ellis-kun the happiest person too!

Ellis: …Me?

Kate: Of course, right? Even though you're playing as a lover, it's sad to just see you make me happy unilaterally.

Kate: When is Ellis-kun happy?

Ellis: I…

Ellis: …I can’t think of any.

(You think so much about other people’s happiness, but you have no attachment nor an obsession with your own happiness…)

That imbalance is strange, and I think it’s a glimpses of Ellis’ personality from what I’ve seen today.

Kate: Then, let’s find out together, the moment Ellis-kun is happy!

Ellis: …Ah!

Kate: Huh?

Ellis: Maybe it’s when you’re laughing.

(When it comes to pampering your “lover”, I’m definitely no match for Ellis.)

I almost took the pretend play seriously, but I quickly turned my head away.

Kate: Please tell your real lover about that instead.

Ellis: What’s that?!

Kate: Those sweet words are to please your real love one only.

Ellis: I just said what I thought. And…

Ellis: You did look a little happy though.

Kate: …uh

He stares at me as my face is getting hot.

Ellis: …..

Ellis seemed to come up with something. When I blinked my eyes, he gently pushed me down.

Kate: Wha… Oh, wait, Ellis-ku…

Ellis: If I were your real lover, would you be more honestly happy with me?

Kate: …Eh?

Ellis: I want to be your lover, because I feel like I can make you happier.

Ellis: Be my true lover, Kate-san.

I looked up in stunned at Ellis, who was covering me with his body.

Kate: …Don’t tease me.

Ellis: I’m not kidding you.

(I just met you, and it's the first time we've spent time together like this, but to think that we're going to be lovers.)

(Even if it's just a pretend play, it's a bit too much.)

Kate: Well… —I know you're doing a lot of things to make me happy.

Kate: That kind of things is for the person Ellis-kun likes.

Ellis: I like you. …Still no?

(…Are you serious?)

Ellis: I will make you happy.

Ellis: Because that’s what I live for.

Those words that seem to have been a one-sided love for years are obvious lies,

The twilight-colored eyes staring straight at me were tinged with a strange heat, as if he was telling his true feelings.

(What… Something is wrong.)

I feel the illusion of Ellis's arms placed on both sides of my face are locking me in like a cage.

It's as if if I nodded, accepting his proposal, I wouldn't be able to go anywhere anymore.

Kate: Well, I’m…

Kate: I don’t know much about Ellis-kun. I can’t answer you that.

Ellis: …Yes. I understand.

Ellis gently lifted himself up, he also gently held my body.

Ellis: Then, I will teach you a lot more of me from now on. Until you know me enough.

Kate: …Yeah.

Ellis is still smiling calmly, but—

In my body, the disturbing illusion I had just tasted was entangled like a ivy.

-

While we were talking about trivial things, the sun went down and the wind became cold,

Ellis put me in a wheelchair again and we went back to the castle.

(I really couldn't walk for almost all day...)

When we stepped into the depressed forest that leads to the castle, Ellis suddenly stopped his feet.

Kate: Ellis-kun, what’s wrong?

Ellis: Wait a minute, it might be a problem. …Even though it was a happy day.

Kate: Heh…?

Ellis: If you're scared, close your eyes. It'll be over soon.

Masterlist

Chapter 1 & 2 >> Premium End >> Epilogue

#ikemen villains #ellis twilight #ikemen series #ikevil #ikemen games #honestly i feel like he would be the kind of person who’s possessive yet gentle #ikemen mc #ikemen villains story event #ikevil translations

[kopawz]

what up gamers it is wip wednesday! this chapter is going to prolly be the longest one. lol

He watched NUR-53 fiddle with more paperwork. The quiet was bugging him, so he asked something else, "So, um. Can I have some food? I'm kind of starving."

"Sure. You can either… order some up at your convenience," They point to the phone resting on the receiver on the bedside table, "OR, since you're off the pain meds, you're clear to go down to the cafeteria and grab something yourself."

NUR-53 pointed to their own empty wrist socket in reference to what Chai was wearing, "Just show 'em your patient wristband, and they'll give you food for free."

Chai moved to sit with his legs dangling off the side of the hospital bed. Something about touching a phone rang a wrong chord with him at the moment.

Looking at the wristband on his, well, wrist, he hummed, "I could probably use the walk down there. My legs need to get un-jellied."

"Alright, go ahead," NUR-53 nodded, as he watched Chai stand and stretch with a slight wobble, 808 hopping to perch onto his shoulder, "Just take it easy. You were in bed for a while."

"Yeah, and… um–" Chai gestured at himself, before glancing over at NUR-53, "Do you… have any idea where they put my clothes?" He gave them an awkward smile, "Not exactly a fan of heading down to the cafeteria with business in front, and party in the back."

They seemed reluctant to tell him, "Your clothes were... shredded and soaked from your incident, so we assumed they were unsalvageable, and discarded them. My apologies, sir."

"Wh–?" Chai quickly stood up from the bed with a wobble. He couldn't help raising his voice, "WHAT? That was my stuff! There was–"

"It's alright! Calm down, please– I wasn't finished. Your friend that arrived with you took care of your other belongings." They fan their arms up in a meek defense, "We can always provide you with something else to wear–"

Chai was at a loss for words, staring at NUR-53 as they floundered to explain their hospital procedures. The words seemed to be flying over Chai’s head when he stood there, clenching his cybernetic arm. They just throw out all my shit–?

808 bumped her cheek his head, and meowed. Chai flinched, and realized he was getting all pissy again. …So what if his favorite scarf went missing, right? He has bigger problems to worry about right now, like his stomach.

He sighed, swiping his hands into his hair, "Sorry for yelling at you, nurse. You're just doing your job 'n stuff. I'm just… hangry. Hungry angry. You know how it is."

"Oh, well, you can still check with our patient's belongings desk, and ask if they could provide you with anything to wear…" NUR-53 watched as Chai walked around themself,

"Do you want us to send someone with you, or–?" As he walked out the door to his hospital room without waiting for them to finish, "Uh, sir, where are you-?"

Chai had briskly walked out of the room to keep what remained of his composure before the nurse could say anything else that pissed him off.

He casually waved at doctors and bots as he strolled past. It was kind of hard to feel cool when your legs still felt like lead and everyone can see what color your underwear is when you go by.

808 meowed, and hopped off of Chai’s shoulder, meowing up at him as she walked between his legs.

"Yeah, I'm happy to see you too, 80HGh–" He stumbled as his ankle bumped into her, "Could you– can you stop trying to trip me?" Once more, she meowed loudly, bounding ahead of him, before looking back to see if he was still following her.

He laughs, turning to walk down a different hallway, "The cafeteria can wait, 808. I'm going to the belongings desk first, I want pants."

Huffing, 808 lashed her tail with an annoyed expression. She ambled after him. Pants shmants…

She caught up with Chai, and sat at his feet, looking up as he spoke loudly to the robotic worker running the belongings collection on this floor. He didn’t seem pleased with what they told him. 808 continuously warbled up at him, rubbing at Chai’s legs, and darted off when he looked down at her. She kept signaling for him to follow her–

"Not now 808, I'm trying to get my stuff back–" Facing the bot once more, an impatient metal finger clanked against the counter, "Look– I don’t care about the junk in my jacket and other crap, but– There was this…"

He gestured vaguely around his neck and shoulders, "Like–? A red sling, or more like… a scarf in there, a little torn, but still– kinda important!"

"Huh? There wasn't a scarf *or* a sling in there when we discarded the scrapped clothes, sir–" They blink with big eyes, confused, "You… really wanted to wear scraps?"

808 was getting fed up with this. She leapt onto Chai’s shoulder, and pinged Peppermint to notify her into looking at her live feed.

In a few moments, her black eyes flashed blue. Tilting her head to see why 808 called her, Peppermint looked through her cameras. Chai was awake! He was already out of his room, and was already bothering this robotic worker.

Chai threw his arms out, gesturing lividly, "I just said I don't care about the clothes. There was definitely a red scarf with cool pins on there– How do you even lose something like that–?"

"Chai?" A paw pad poked his cheek. "Stop harassing hospital staff,"

808 leaned on the side of his head, as Peppermint spoke through her, "I had 808 bring me your scarf when you got here so they wouldn't chuck it out with the rest of your ruined clothes."

"...Oh." Now he feels stupid for making a big deal out of it. Chai scratched his cheek, quickly looking at the poor frazzled worker, "Uh– sorry? I didn't really know–"

They shrug, "Eh! It's okay, I didn't know either. You wanted some pants before you head out?" Chai only gave a short nod in response.

The belongings staff hummed as they got up, and shuffled beyond the glass between them and the counter. They reached into a plastic drawer, pulling out and unfolding a dark blue pair of warm-looking pajama pants adorned with a star pattern, and wide bottoms at the leg cuffs.

Chai tugged the pajama bottoms given to him onto his person, one leg at a time; he's only human, after all. The pants were pleasantly fuzzy. He waved another unnecessary apology to the staff, "I can always give them back later once I grab my own clothes–"

"Nope," They shook their head, and resumed their game of solitaire on the desk's computer, "Cleanliness protocol, and all. Keep 'em."

Chai shrugged, and left towards the hallway that held the elevators to access more floors of the hospital.

Peppermint chimed in, "Yeah, Chai– Get down here and get me some breakfast already."

"Woooow," He drawls out, smacking the elevator button, "I wake up, and the first thing you want from me is free food? Can’t you ask me how I'm doing first?" Chai steps inside, and 808 hopped off to latch to the button wall.

The elevator's reflective mirrored walls gave him a better look at his reflection than the vague glass in the overhead lights in his room. His bed head was very noticeable.

Peppermint has 808 push the ground floor button, and hops off to look up at Chai, rolling her eyes, "I was getting to that, genius." 808 tilts her head up at him, "So, how'd it go?"

"Hmm? How'd what go?" Chai had leaned forward towards one of the mirrored walls, and was smoothing down and fussing with his messy hair.

"The mom thing."

"...What?" He squinted in confusion at 808’s reflection at the bottom of the mirror, "I'm gonna call her, if that's what you're worried about, Peppermint."

Chai turned his attention back to messing with his hair. "I'd rather have some breakfast in me, first."

"No, I thought–" She paused, confused. Peppermint could have sworn she saw 808 lead Clove into the hospital– Wasn't she supposed to lead her up to Chai’s room?

808 looks back up at him, "...When did you even get up, anyway."

Chai shrugged into a hum, patting down an unruly cowlick, "Mm... I guess nearly five minutes ago? The nurses said I'm good to go at eight–" His face gave a slight pout at the idea of mandatory therapy, "Once CNMN sets up an appointment for me or whatever…"

The cowlicks inevitably rose up again, sticking up in peculiar directions. Chai looked over his shoulder at 808, "Why d'you ask?"

"...So you haven’t talked to–?" 808 shook her head of the plan for now.

Peppermint sighed, and had 808 hop up onto Chai's shoulder, "You know what? We can worry about that stuff later. Come meet me in the cafeteria for breakfast, we can hang out until CNMN shows up. He’s still charging from the long way back."

“Works for me.” The chime of the heavy elevator doors opening ahead of Chai drew him away from messing with his hair, "...Long way back from what–?"

A gaggle of NUR-53 startled Chai with their presence in the hallway, “Oh, uh–”

After a moment, the tall, bulky HS-P1 in the middle of training the impressionable rookies had noticed him stepping out of the elevator. They tilt their large hat to Chai with a slight of a winged arm, "Good morning, Ambassador. Feeling any better after your big battle?"

Chai wasn't sure why their voice made him flinch. He held onto his rattling arm to fight the weird leftover feeling from vague repeating fever dreams, "Yeah? Feeling better. Mostly just… hungry."

"Ah, I see," They pointed down the hallway with a sweep of their wing, before looking back to him, "Cafeteria's right that way, this walkway opens out into a big dome, can't miss it!"

Chai already knew where that was, but he didn't need to tell the HS-P1 that when they were just trying to help. He laughed awkwardly at the group as they stared at him. "Mhm– Thanks. Excuse me–" He maneuvered his way around the bots gathered in the hallway.

…Why is he still so on edge around these guys? They weren't nearly as scary as in his dreams. Whatever. Let's focus on something else.

The cafeteria was the same as it usually is when Chai winds up in this place from some unlucky blunder.

#hi fi rush #hi-fi rush #hehe hospital shenanigans

[sickbaysaturdays]

Good Soldier

By Kit @solacearchive            

Separated from their platoon and still reeling from a close call, Corporal Flynn finds a fellow freedom fighter in need of help. But the way back to safety is treacherous, and there’s no time for an injury to slow them down. 

——–

Any casual horror fan will tell you it’s a bad idea to follow the noise in the woods. They’re right, too. I probably should have kept heading west (or what we all agreed was west since Taercal had no magnetic field) to try and rejoin my platoon at the Codisco River. 

That had been the plan, until I heard a sound in the forest that was definitely human and definitely distressed.

It could easily be an Imperial soldier, separated from their patrol by our recent skirmish on Branner Ridge like I was. Maybe several. My finger hovered outside the trigger guard of my laser rifle. I had no backup out here if something went wrong. No Gunny to pull my feet out of the shredder.

I cringed as my boot crunched on a pile of brown conifer needles. The noise came again, a gaspy moan from about a hundred yards ahead. I squinted through the peeling silver trunks, trying to spot anything out of place. A flash of red caught my eye. The Taercalese forest had a distinctive color palette, and red was not a part of it.

Rifle primed, I crept over the carpet of treacherous dry needles. The wind blew in my face; something smelled like burnt chemicals.

I cleared a stand of trees and came face to face with a man in a red jumpsuit. I barely had time to register the parachute straps suspending him several feet off the ground before he pulled out a small sidearm and aimed it in the general direction of my head.

“Stay back, kelfash. I’ll shoot!”

I relaxed. Both the dialect and the uniform were unmistakeably Taercalese.

“I’m Alliance,” I called back, leaning hard on my hometown accent and flashing my UAS Monarch shoulder patch. “Put the gun down before someone gets hurt.”

The man hesitated, looking me up and down. His grip slackened, and he re-holstered his sidearm.

“Thanks,” I said. “I’m Lance Corporal Flynn, Alliance spaceborne infantry.”

“Pilot Sobel,” he replied. “Taercalese Civil Defense, fifth flight out of Marcanar. What are you doing here all by yourself, Lance Corporal?”

“Got separated from my platoon in a skirmish a few miles back. I take it you ejected out of your plane?”

“Punched out after my engines took a hit, yeah,” he said. Gesturing at the parachute straps, “A little help? Lost my knife on the way down.”

I pulled my combat knife out of its ankle holster and passed it up to him, handle first. A few awkward slashes later, Sobel dropped out of the tree and landed on the conifer needles in a heap.

“That was graceful,” he muttered. He held out one arm and gave me back my knife.

“You hurt?” I asked. He still hadn’t moved except to return my knife.

“No, neither,” Sobel said, sounding a little too insistent. He straightened up and staggered to his feet, wincing and gritting his teeth. All his weight was on his left leg, and his face shone with sweat despite the cold breeze.

“Okay, then. My platoon’s headed for the Codisco River and then Pax Mountain. If we hurry, we can meet up with them and hopefully arrange for you to get back to your flight.”

“Concrete plan,” Sobel agreed. “Which way?”

I checked the position of the sun through the bluish-yellow canopy. “West, or its equivalent. But first, we need to cover our tracks.”

It took a lot of jumping, grabbing, and cussing, but we got Sobel’s parachute out of the tree and buried it, along with his bright red please-shoot-me flight suit. I gave him my forest-patterned BDU jacket for a measure of camouflage.

The going was slow, especially since I insisted we keep inside the trees for cover. Sobel clearly favored one leg, but he didn’t complain, and if he had rolled an ankle, there wasn’t much we could do about it here. The important thing was to get back to the platoon before an Imperial patrol caught us alone and vulnerable.

“Can we take five?” Sobel asked, leaning heavily against a thick, shaggy trunk.

“Yeah. How’s the leg?”

He wiped sweat off his face with his sleeve. “Not so bad, really. Punching out is a bastard on your body, y’know.”

“Need help walking?”

He shook his head and limped a few quick steps to catch up to me, but his face was tight with pain. “Could you just … talk with me? Keeps my mind off it.”

“Sure.” I’d done that for Medic’s patients in sickbay a dozen times. “Ask me anything.”

“So, uh, where’re you from?”

“Cruciad highlands,” I said. “Where it never stops raining. How about you? What part of Taercal?”

“Marduco.” His voice was sharp and strained. I slowed my pace just a little so he wouldn’t fall behind.

“You’re a long way from home,” I commented. “You a reservist?”

Sobel nodded, pushing a low-hanging branch aside. 

“Yah. My flight practices a few times a month. We never expected to get the call. To do it for real, y’know?”

I shook a thorned vine off my leg. “Yeah, I know.”

“But we’re not about to let Taercal become another Harah or Kumitan or Saparos. The stuff those kelfash did to the civilians, we can’t let it happen to our families.”

That was the hope. If we could drive the Imperial forces away from Taercal, it would prove that the Imperial war machine could be stopped.

That was a big if, though. My platoon had already been ambushed once at Maxton, and I’d almost ended up a prisoner of war along with several squadmates and Medic. We’d gotten lucky—a communications error had allowed a strike team from the Monarch to track our location and free us. Gunny came and cut my shackles herself. But I still felt sick thinking about it.

The trees grew taller and thicker, and strange animals called to each other in the needly canopy. I drank water and passed the canteen to Sobel.

“Is it much farther?” he asked between gulps.

“After the forest ends, there’s a slough full of reeds,” I said. “At the edge of the reeds is the river.”

“All I see are trees,” Sobel moaned, holding his side. “Keep talking. Um, do you have anyone back home? Anyone special?”

“Just my family,” I said. “My younger sister’s about to graduate school, and I’m trying to convince her not to join the military like I did.”  

“You don’t like the infantry?”

It wasn’t that. I pictured Kiri, not a little girl anymore, with her wide eyes and quick mind. She reminded me of Medic without the twitchiness and vacant stare. I wasn’t about to let war change her like that.

“No, I’m happy to serve,” I said. “It’s what I’m good at. But I don’t want it for my sister. What about you, any family?”

“Yah. My wife’s in the Civilian Support Corps. They’ve got her handling communications for the Marduco battalion. It’s not as dangerous as combat, but I still begged her to stay home. Especially after we found out.”

“Found out about what?”

“She wasn’t feeling well, so she took a test.” His eyes lit up a little. “Corporal? I’m gonna be a dad.”

“Well, congratulations.” I reached over and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Thanks. Is it okay that I’m sort of terrified?”

“I think that’s normal, or at least reasonable.”

The forest thinned out, giving way to saplings and a few tall, bladelike reeds growing out of the damp, spongy topsoil. 

The birdcalls above us changed from high-pitched squawks to low, warbling tunes.

“We almost there?” he asked.

“I think so. Don’t quote me on it.”

“Those sound like rushjays.” Sobel gestured to the treetops. “They live in marshes, near water.”

The reeds got thicker, and the trees got sparse. At least with the reeds reaching well above our heads, there would be better cover. On the other hand, the enemy would have better cover too.

I took point, clearing a path for Sobel to follow. If anyone found the trail of trampled reeds we left behind us, we’d be in trouble.

About a hundred meters into the thick reeds, Sobel said, “They caught us by surprise.”

I turned my head. “Who, the Imperials?”

“Yeah. We were enforcing the no-fly zone. There was nothing on the guidar until the last second. Birdbrain was holding position next to me, and then he just went up in flames. I saw it through the canopy.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Yeah. The heads-up showed all these alerts, and then I went into a tailspin. They took out both my engines and I didn’t even notice. I punched out right before the plane caught fire. I didn’t see any parachutes besides mine.”

I stopped short of saying something dumb like they still could’ve made it.  I knew by now that it didn’t mean much.

Sobel shook himself. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—we just met.”

“It’s okay.” Friendships formed quickly out here. Gunny Wong and I had met during a firefight, and by the time the smoke cleared, we were mentally drafting transfer requests to serve on the same ship.

Something crunched ahead of us, and I raised my rifle, finger poised outside the trigger guard. My pulse hammered so hard I could feel it in my fingertips.

“It’s alright, it’s just a catamon,” Sobel said, as a small, gray-striped animal skittered through the reeds in front of us. “We have them back home, too.”

“Sorry.” I stood up. My knees felt like jelly. “I just thought—it sounded kind of like boots.” Boots, lasers, a rifle butt against the back of my head. I blinked hard. This was not the time. I was a soldier with a mission, and an injured comrade to protect.

“You good?” Sobel asked, reaching for my arm.

“Yeah, yeah. I—some bad stuff happened recently, and I guess I’m still a little jumpy.” I was nowhere near as bad as Medic, who’d become so withdrawn since they got us off that runabout that I’d considered recommending she be pulled from duty.

“I guess out here, that’s not such a bad thing,” he said. “I mean, if I’d been a little jumpier, I might have seen those bogeys on the guidar in time to do something.”

“Don’t even start,” I warned, shoving aside a handful of reeds. “You’re no good to anyone if you’re stuck in the past. Just focus on your mission.”

He started to say something, but then we broke out of the reeds into a clearing of trampled vegetation. Two soldiers in Imperial uniforms raised their rifles at us. 

My only thought was I’m not going back. Blood roared in my ears as my own rifle went up. If I was going to die, it would not be in shackles.

“Drop it!” one of the soldiers barked, gesturing with his rifle. “Sidearm too!”

I almost pulled the trigger. I could only take one of them at a time, but I would rather go down in a hail of laser bolts than end up a prisoner of war.

But then I glanced behind me and saw Sobel raise his trembling arms. He was going to be a dad. Which meant I had to get us out of this.

“We surrender,” I said. I tossed my rifle on the ground, followed by my sidearm.

The soldiers relaxed some. I put my arms up, just at shoulder level, and stepped backward so I was right next to Sobel.

“Smart move,” the soldier said, reaching for my rifle. “Where is your unit located?”

In lieu of answering, I pulled Sobel’s sidearm out of its holster and shot him. The low-caliber laser bolt caught the soldier square in the chest, and he spun backward with a cry. The second soldier went for his rifle, eyes wide with terror. It was too late. My shot hit center mass dead on, and he landed flat on his back, empty eyes wide open.

Sobel and I stood frozen for a second, his hands in the air, my gun pointed at where the second soldier had been.

The spell broke. Sobel put his hands in his pockets. I re-holstered the sidearm.

“Let’s get out of here before more show up,” I said. And we continued through the reeds, mud pulling at our boots.

“That was—that was something,” Sobel commented, keeping his voice low. “I thought we were done for.”

“I wasn’t going to let that happen,” I said. “You know what they do to prisoners.”

“Yah, heard stories. You just shot those guys. Just shot them. That gun, I’m sorry, I should’ve—”

I raised a hand. “Not now.” Some people like to talk it out after something like this. I preferred to keep to myself. What was I supposed to say, anyway? That one of the men I’d just killed looked about the same age as my younger sister?

Everybody wants the marauding Imperials dead, but nobody in our great and civilized Alliance actually wants to look them in the face, see them realize what’s about to happen, and pull the damn trigger. 

That was war, and war is dirty work where the moral compass gets really screwy, and even when you win, you feel like you lost. I’d made my peace with it, and I’d had to make that peace out of whole cloth. It still felt nasty and wrong, every time I had to do it.

But I was a good soldier, and I did the wetwork so that people like Sobel could raise their children in a free world.

Our boots splashed in water, and I signaled a halt.

“The river?” Sobel whispered.

I nodded. “My platoon should be nearby. Hold on a second.” I pulled my radio off my belt, turned the volume way down, and hit scan.  If there were Alliance transmissions nearby, we would hear them.

It was all static at first, but as I waved the radio side to side like a metal detector, it clarified into faint words.

“Is that them?” asked Sobel.

I held the radio up to my ear, listening for key phrases that would mean it was an Alliance military transmission and not the train operators’ channel we sometimes picked up.

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s them. That way. Can’t be far.”

Less than a mile downriver, the reeds gave way to a small clearing. Camouflage-dappled trucks, tanks, and mobile laser turrets formed a circle around a temporary encampment milling with familiar faces.

“Medic!” I called, spotting a wiry, scrub-clad figure standing by one of the trucks.

She turned to me, eyes widening, and broke into a run.

“I thought you were—don’t you dare do that again!” she cried, furiously wiping at her eyes.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m in one piece. And I have a patient for you.”

Medic had two settings: severe combat shock, and class-act medical practitioner. The moment I said patient, she switched to the latter on a dime.

With flawless professionalism, Medic turned to Sobel and said, “I’m Medic. What seems to be the problem?”

“Pilot Sobel. I’m a little banged up,” Sobel said, sounding weak. He was holding his side; had he been doing that before?

“He punched out of a fighter plane,” I explained. “Messed up his—”

Sobel’s knees collapsed underneath him, and he tumbled to the ground, eyes rolling back in his head.

“Sobel!” I cried. Medic and I knelt beside him, and I watched uselessly as she whipped out her shears and cut him out of his clothes. Dark, slate-gray bruises spread down from his ribs to his stomach.

I stared in horror. “Damn it, I thought it was just his ankle!”

“It’s okay; there’s nothing you could have done,” Medic said. “Do you have your radio?”

I nodded, pulling it out. She turned to channel K and said, “Medical from 122?”

“122, go ahead.”

“Tell Dr. Wick to get ready for surgery; we’re bringing her a patient with internal bleeding and shock.”

“Ten-four.”

Medic and I flagged down the nearest warm body, and he and I carried Sobel to the medical tent. Sobel groaned as we picked him up, but I couldn’t get him to respond to his name.

Carolyn Wick, white coat clean and pressed, directed us to the ersatz operating table in the middle of the tent. We set him down, but I didn’t want to let go. I’d known him for two hours at most. His child might never know him.

“Flynn, c’mon, you need to wait outside.” Medic put a cautious hand on my elbow and guided me towards the tent flap. It dimly registered that she’d called me by my name, no rank before it.

Medic and Lucan and Dr. Wick had their work cut out for them. I’d been assigned to sickbay long enough to know they wouldn’t be done anytime soon. 

I had work of my own; the platoon commander needed to know about those two scouts I’d killed back in the marsh.

I allowed myself one last glance back into the tent and saw Medic pushing Sobel’s jaw open, airway scope ready in her other hand.

Then I went to report to my commanding officer for debriefing.

Medic came and found me after the debrief. I was sitting in the back of one of the flatbeds, mechanically field-stripping my sidearm and putting it back together again. 

I wondered who’d secured Sobel’s gun. I hadn’t thought to, which was unusually sloppy of me.

“Lance Corporal?” Medic asked, sounding a little out of breath.

I looked up at her, ready for the worst.

“No, nothing like that. We just need some more transfusion blood, so Dr. Wick sent me to round up everyone with a compatible type—”

“Which way?” I asked, sliding down off the flatbed.

The impromptu blood drive was in the barracks tent. 

I sat on a cot with my feet up, watching the little pouch fill with dark red blood. I’d barely felt it when Medic stabbed her needle into the crook of my arm.

Medic came by, unhooked all of us, and told us where we could find juice and crackers. I didn’t bother to eat any, even when Quinlan came by offering. 

Instead, I lay down on the cot and fell into a hot, sick sleep.

Lucan was there when I woke up, reading a book on the cot next to me.

“Hey, you,” he said, when he saw me awake.

“Mmm,” I said. I wanted to go back to that not-quite-awake place where I didn’t remember what was going on.

“He’s okay,” said Lucan, dog-earing his page. 

“We’re sending him to the hospital in Marcanar as soon as the medevac gets here. I thought you might want to see him first.”

I sat up, ignoring the instant, violent dizziness and black glitter in front of my eyes. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

They had Sobel hooked up to the usual jungle of tubes and telemetry wires and buried under thick blankets. He turned his head when he heard me come in.

“Hey, Pilot,” I said. “How’re you feeling?”

“Lousy,” he croaked. “Listen, can you talk to my wife? Her name is Leora Sobel; she’s with the CSC at Marduco. Tell her—tell her I love her more than anything, and when our kid’s born, I want them to know I love them too.”

I was about to say Tell them yourself, or something equally trite. If I could have passed on a message to my family before they threw us in the cargo hold of that runabout, I would have.

I nodded solemnly. “I’ll get in touch with her today if I can.”

“Promise?”

I reached under the blanket and squeezed his hand. “Promise.”

The tent flap rustled, and Lucan came in, followed by two Taercalese medics in flight uniforms.

“It’s time, Flynnster,” Lucan said, taking me by the shoulder. I stepped away with leaden feet. The medics clustered around Sobel and started preparing him for the transfer.

“Flynn?” Sobel rasped.

“Yeah?” I brushed Lucan’s hand off and turned around.

He raised his head off the cot as much as he could. “Go win the war. Make it safe for them. Keep—keep protecting—”

And then the medics were rolling him out of the tent towards the idling chopper. They vanished into the belly of their medevac, and I watched them lift off into the fading sky.

The next morning, before the sun was over the hills, we packed up our camp and marched for Pax Mountain. There was a war to win.

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[5sosxqueen]

Luke's Surgery

< Part 1 , < Part 2 , ~Part 3~

Part 4 > , Part 5 >

I know... late again, but you guys get three parts. Like I said in the last part, there is Mashton in this fic.

Warnings: A interband romance relations between Michael and Ashton, concussion, injury, acohol/alcohol consumption, hospital, vomiting/emeto

Written in 2018

Published (Wattpad) - Feb 19, 2018

Word Count: 2359

Updates are every Tuesday and Thursday

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!!

Part 3:

Ashton's POV:

       After leaving the hospital I immediately went to our house. Unfortunately, I discovered the vomit at the base of the stairs, along with the blood on the landing. I rolled my eyes and cleaned both spots before heading to our bar, needing some good ol' liquid courage.

        I mixed up a beautiful cocktail of Scotch and Brandy. "Just one shot is all I need. Then Michael will know everything..." I said to the empty room before tossing back to mixture, burning as it slid down my esophagus and greatly warming my body. I took out my phone and turned it in my hand, contemplating the idea of telling him. One wrong thing said, one wrong thing done, it's over, my life ends there.

        Before I gave myself the chance to back out, I pulled up his contact and pressed call. It rang twice before I heard him answer.

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A- Ashton, M- Michael

M- "One sec, Ash." He whispered as he walked out of Luke's room. "What's up?"

A- "I need you to come back to the hou-" I heard the front door open and froze in place. "On second thought, meet you at Joe's house."

M- "Ash, I'm visiting Luke right now. I made a promise to him that I would be here when he woke. I can't leave now."

A- "I don't give a shit about some promise Michael. Get your ass over there... I told you I'd tell you when I was ready to talk and I'm ready now. I'm not taking no for answer. I'll meet you there, bye!" I hung up the phone instantly regretting what I had just done.

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Michael's POV:

       I could not believe Ashton just, flat out demanded me to meet up with him, even after I told him I was committed to a promise. 'Ya, you will get what you want Ash, but it won't be how you like it.' I thought as I rapidly grabbed my jacket and left the hospital.

Luke's POV:

       I opened my eyes, almost immediately rolling to the side of the bed and projectile vomiting onto the polished floor. 'Fucking concussion!' I thought as I grabbed my pulsating head. "Michael, can you help me please..." I waited for a response, but was met with silence. "Michael?" I turned my head a bit and saw that I was, once again alone in the room. "Ehhh..." I whined and spit the residual bile from my mouth and begrudgingly wiped my lips against my wrist. I had to temporarily shove my anger from being left alone aside. I pushed the call button on my bed and a few seconds later, both my nurse and doctor came in.

       "What can we do for you Mr. Hemmings?" My doctor asked.

       "I um-" I started, my voice muffled by my forearm. "I got sick on the floor. I'm sorry." I felt my face heat up as I pointed in the general direction of the puddle.

       "Its fine, it happens. We will have someone to come clean it. I was just discussing with your nurse about taking you to get that ankle of yours checked out. You think you can handle a small ride over to the physical therapy room? I just need to have you do a bit of walking for me, but with you having a concussion I don't want to risk you falling, especially on the hard floor."

       "As long as I have a barf bag on me... I should be fine. I still feel kind of pukey." The doctor chuckled lightly at my terminology.

       "Of course, Mr. Hemmings." He said.

       "Please, call me Luke." I corrected and he obliged. My doctor left the room for a second and came back with a wheelchair.

       "You know, if you are still feeling embaressed or awkward about getting sick on the floor, I have a funny story to tell you..." He told me as I got in the chair. He handed me the bag.

       "Oh really? What is it?" I asked as my interest peaked some. He stared pushing me to the elevators as we talked.

       "Well you see, my first day on the job here, I had to watch several videos of surgeries, child birth, and of course, what do when certain cases came in. Afterwards, I was told to go around and watch a few doctors to get a feel on what they do. I evidently ended up getting a bit of a sour tummy after watching those videos, but I complied. I couldn't say no to the people who were paying me could I?"

       "No, definitely wouldn't have been wise. Bye, bye job." My hand cutting through the air in a wave as I spoke.

       "Ya probably." He laughed. We pulled into the elevator and he pushed the button. The doors closed and the elevator began it's decent, making my stomach swirl. I opened the bag and waiting to see if my stomach would calm itself or if I would loose it. "Ya, sorry about that bud. You ok?" I shrugged, dreading the sudden jolt, I knew would come. I raised the bag to my mouth, knowing my stomach couldn't handle being jostled again. No sooner had I done that, the elevator jurked to a stop, sending my stomach rushing up my throat and into the bag. "So sorry Luke. Here, let me get you off the elevator and we will let your stomach rest." He explained as I wretch and gagged over the, half full bag.

      After a couple minutes, the dry heaving and gagging finally ceased. The doctor handed me some tissues he had in his pocket and took the bag from me and held it out for me to put the tissue into it. "T-Thanks." I wiped my mouth with the tissue and threw it away. "Sorry y-you had to see t-that. So what were you saying, before my stomach, so rudely, interrupted."

       "No need to apologize for being sick in front of me Luke. It is a part of my job, you know." He reminded me as he walked over to a bin and threw away the bag.

       "You happen to have any more of those on you?" I asked.

       "You still feeling 'pukey'?" He asked, stealing the word I used earlier. I would have laughed, if only I felt better.

       "Not at the moment, but I'm still nauseous as fuck..." He pulled one out of his, seeming bottomless pocket.

       "Ya, that's a concussion for you." He said, handing me the new bag.

        "Jeez, you a magician or something? I swear it's like you will pull a rabbit from that pocket of yours. Should I expect that?" He busted out laughing at my statement.

       "Wow, you'd be surprised at how much this coat can hold. You never know what I'd pull out from here next. I honestly just like to be prepared." I nodded.

       "Ha. Ok I'm ready to move again. You want to finish your story? It was getting my mind off of some things." I looked up at him to see him nod as he started pushing me towards the therapy room.

        "Well, let's just say my first day on job could have gone much better. Like I said my stomach started to hurt after watching those videos. They were graphic, really graphic. As I watch over these doctors shoulders I felt sicker and sicker. By the time my 'shift' was over, my stomach felt worse for wear. My supervisor decided to talk to me about how I did throughout the day-" my eyes grew wide, suddenly realizing where he was going with this.

       "You didn't..." I forced myself to turn slightly in the chair to look at him.

        "I did. I puked all down her front, and the floor... So when I tell you not to worry about getting sick on the floor, at least you know I can empathize with you." He said with a faint nod. "And at least you didn't vomit all over your boss... Alright we are here." He pushed me in toward the center of the room, where it was padded. "So all I need you to is stand for now. I'm going to put the wheelchair over there." I nodded and started to get up off the chair.

       "Ehhhhh.... Mmmmn, ah ow." Even moving my ankle hurt. I was terrified of walking on it, especially after falling downstairs because of it. As soon as I stood up and put pressure on it, I was on my knees in a fit of tears.

        "Luke! Whoa, hey, what happened?" My doctor rushed back over to me and wrapped an arm around me, to both, keep me stable and comfort me.

      "I-I-I c-can't put-t any pre-presure on my ankle... It h-hurts so fucking much!" I let out a shrill cry as my ankle seared with the worst pain imaginable.

      "I'm going to need to look at your ankle. I'm sorry this is going to hurt. I'm going to have to move it around to get a proper diagnosis." I nodded and bit down on my arm. I knew it was dumb to do, but I didn't know what else to do. I just wanted this pain to stop. He began by lifting my leg and looking at the back of my ankle.

       "Red and inflamed, hmmmm." He then rolled my foot around, causing me to partially fail at muffling a scream. After torturing me for a good few minutes, he finally put my leg down. "Ok Luke the worst is over. Im going to need you to tell me what type of pain this is."

       "I feel like a mussle is being ripped on half... Fuck, that hurt so much." I explained, letting a manly tear fall.

       "Well I'm afraid that might be exactly what's happening." I looked at the doctor bug eyed. I had not been expecting that.

       "What do we do for that?" I asked just wanting this to be over.

       "Well, first I need to get give you and ultrasound on it. Unfortunately, if this is the case, the only thing we can do at this point is surgery. After surgery, you will have a cast for a given number of weeks and you will have to use crutches." I sighed. I'm not currently trusting the rest of the band to help me at this point, not like they would anyways. 'Management is going to be so pissed...' I mentally signed.

       He helped me back into the wheelchair and back to the room, thankfully with no more incidents. He brought the ultrasound machine into my room. "Well, it looks like I was right, only it isn't ripping, it's already torn. Hence the reason you can't walk without excutiating pain. Well actually, let me rephrase that. That's why you can't walk at all." He looked at me. "I'll get you taken care of. I'll talk to a surgeon now and see about getting you in as quickly as possible, so you can get back to work sooner. And the good thing is, your head seems to be ok now. You will be feeling a bit sick for a few days, but that should ease up. The surgery is outpatient so you can go home afterwards." He said smiling and I internally groaned. I had no idea how I was getting home. The last thing I wanted to do was call any of the lads, with how they've been acting.

Calum's POV:

       To say I was confused, would have been an understatement. Just two minutes after I walked back into the house Ashton bolted out the door. I was happy upon seeing he had cleaned up the soiled floor though. I decided to go up to my room, vaguely wishing I didn't have to climb the stairs, my brain replaying the scene from earliers events. I just want to talk to my mom and cry. I miss my family so much. For the past several weeks I've been trying to hide the endless sadness and hurt, staying an ocean away from my family has caused. Tonights events have me so shaken and the guilt is eating me away.

Michael's POV:

       I arrived at Joe's house, where the latest party was being held, and saw Ashton standing on the grass. I stomped over to him. "What the he'll is your problem Ashton?" He put his hands up and took a defensive stance.

       "Please, let me explain before you yell at me or try to throw a punch." He begged.

      "Fine, but I am this close to doing both." Holding a pinched sign up. (AN: I hope that made sense. I felt like it didn't. Sorry XD)

      He began to get antsy and started to shake in anticipation. "Michael, I-I" He took a very shakey breath. "I like you! I have for several years... I might honestly even go so far as to say, I love you. I am sorry for acting like an ass-hat earlier, but it was from nerves. Michael, please don't hate me... I don't think I could live with myself if you do. I love you so much..." He crashed to his knees, clutching his shoulders and rocked back and forth. I was brought aback by what he had said. I was expecting him to say he was wanting to quit the band or something, the last thing I was expecting was a confession from my best friend.

       "You couldn't have at least picked a better time for this?" I chuckled, the anger I felt, slowly dissipating. He looked up at me with a tear stained face.

       "What...? You're not mad at me? You're not going to bite my head off? You don't hate me?" He pounded me with questions. I took his hand and got him onto his feet.

       "Oh I'm pissed as hell, but no, I wont kill you, nor do I hate you. I'm going to need some time to clear up my head. Well, while we are here, would you like to party?" He smiled and wiped away his tears and nodded. I brought him into a hug. We quickly went into the house and partied up until they cleared the house.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #emeto #calum 5sos #vomit sickfics #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos

[shaeme-full]

gUYS

GuYs i can’t fRiCkInG MOVE because i fucked up my ankle on Thursday and it got worse !!!! I played netball on it & idk what the hell is going on did i sprain it ????? is something broken ??????? did i pull a ligament ??????? I DON’T KNOOOOWWWWWWW

but anyways i’m still in bed because of this dilemma. haven’t moved more than ten steps (had to plug in my phone & get my laptop) all day, i’ve been awake for about, oh, five hours.

i’m living the life my dudes.

#netball injuries #someone please help me i have no idea what's wrong with my ankle #no joke #i want to play netball on monday #what do i do #netball #physiotherapy/sports side of tumblr halp #would science side of tumblr be able to help ? #science side of tumblr #i summon thee

[princehrry-writings]

Legal Guardian

ugh this took way too long lol, but here it is!!! i forget exactly that sparked this but i thought it was a cute idea.

warnings: injuries (nothing major), hospitals, cursing, harry being a protective dad 🥺, talks about adoption and legal guardians, crying

wordcount: 2481

harry styles x reader, stepdad!harry x reader, stepdadharry x oc!stella

masterlist

Stella gets hurt and Harry is the only one there- but he has no legal jurisdiction…

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It all happened really fast. Harry can’t even recall how it started, but he knew very well how it ended. A sobbing Stella strapped into her car seat as he raced to the emergency room, frantically calling Y/n who was in a different state on a work trip.

The 5 year old didn’t understand what was going on, she just knew she was hurting… really bad. And that she wanted her mommy and daddy.

The traffic seemed to be working against him, getting in his way at the most inconvenient times, all the while he was trying to console his weeping daughter, crying out “Daddy it hurts so bad!” effectively shattering his heart into a million little pieces.

Stella had been playing happily in the backyard at home, showing off her wonderful dance moves to Harry who watched with an adoring smile on his face, taking little videos to send to his fiance, when suddenly she was laying on the ground, clutching her ankle, and crying for him to come get her. He rushed into action, not having seen her take the fateful step into what must have been a hole in the ground or something.

Screeching into the hospital car park, he stops somewhere he obviously wasn’t supposed to but he couldn't care less. His mind was racing. What if she broke her ankle? Or tore a ligament? What if she has to get surgery? All of this is what he worries about as he flings the back door of his car open, trying his best to appear calm for his daughter (but it’s not really working), and scoops her carefully into his hold, bringing her inside and shouting for someone to please help him.

A few nurses rush to his side, asking him different questions and asking for someone to “Page Dr. Robbins, tell her we need a peds consult.”

Stella is whisked away from him and before he can start to follow after her, a hand is placed on his chest, stopping him in his place.

“Sir, we can’t have you in the room with her. You’re not on her file as a legal guardian!” A doctor tells him. In that moment, he sees nothing but red, steam pouring out of his ears.

“The hell I can’t, I’m her father! I’m not going to let her sit in there all alone while strangers poke and prod at her!” He all but yells at the man. Harry is not violent. He really isn't. But he’s not afraid to lay somebody on their ass when it comes to his girls. With kindness or course. And maybe a black eye.

From the room she was taken into he can hear her crying for him.

“Wan’ my daddy! Daddy!” Harry didn’t think his heart could break any further than it already had but he was proven wrong by the ache in his chest that only grew stronger the longer he was kept away from his lovebug.

“Doctor, respectfully- if you don’t move the hell out of my way, I will move you myself. That is my daughter, and my fiance is in a different state right now on a business trip so I am the only parent she has right now. If you try to keep me from my child I will take legal action against the hospital and sue for everything you’re worth. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Harry is seething, trying to move past the man in the white lab coat and light blue scrubs. Again, he is stopped.

“I will call security, sir!”

“DADDY!” Stella is now screeching, her little voice hoarse from all the yelling and crying.

“Don’t you fucking hear that? She needs me, and you’re telling me I can’t go be with her! What the hell kind of doctor are you?” Harry is in the man's face, pointing at him vehemently. He doesn’t care that people are starting to watch the scene. Doesn’t care that some people have recognized him and are recording the ordeal. Let the people see him fighting for his family. He doesn’t give a rat's ass if his “image” takes a hit. His daughter is on the line and he won’t back down.

“She’ll be fine-”

“No she won’t! Go ahead and call security. My daughter needs me and you’re not going to stop me from being in that room with her.” With that he pushes past the doctor (who must be an intern or something with how he’s handling this situation) and rushes into the room where his baby is screaming for him. He’s at her side in a matter of seconds, wiping the tears from her face, peppering kisses onto her head, petting her wild hair back from her face, just consoling her in any way that he can.

How fucking dare they try to keep him from her, especially when she’s in a state like this.

“It’s ok baby girl, daddy’s here now. I’ve got you. You’re ok, you’re ok!” He mumbles into her hair, doing his best to stay out of the way of the people examining her but still close enough so she knows he’s right there with her.

Little tears still streamed down her face but she was much calmer now, her breathing more even and body less tense.

“Mr. Styles we’re bringing in the portable x-ray to take a look at her ankle, so you’re going to need to wear this.” He nods and takes the vest given to him, putting it over his shoulders like he sees the others do. A similar article is placed over Stella, who is clinging to Harry’s hand, fearing that she’s going to have to be without him again. But he promises he isn’t going anywhere.

As they’re taking the x-ray his phone starts ringing in his pocket and he checks to see that it’s Y/n calling him back.

“H, what’s wrong, is she ok?” Her panicked voice rushes out as soon as the call connects.

“We’re in the ER right now and she’s getting an x-ray to see what’s going on with her ankle-”

“You’re in the room with her right? She’s not alone?”

The little shards of his heart keep breaking into smaller and smaller pieces as her voice breaks.

“Yeah, I’m right next to her. Don’t worry m’love, she’s not alone!” He glared at the doctor that tried to keep him out as he said that, letting him know he hadn’t forgotten.

“I’m gonna facetime you so I can see her.” She said and he nodded, waiting for it to come through. When it did he quickly accepted it, seeing the love of his life’s face on the screen, with her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks as she wiped away the remaining tears so she didn’t freak out her baby.

“Stell, mumma’s on the phone, she wants to talk to you.”

“Hi baby girl!” Y/n said as soon as Harry held the phone so Stella could see her mom. The little girl's tear stained cheeks looked exactly like her moms, and her heart broke for her baby.

“Hi mumma,” Stella pouted into the camera, clutching onto her daddy as tight as her little hand could. Harry was a little uncomfortable but he would take this over not being in here at all.

“How do you feel, baby? You ok?” She asked.

“My foot hurts and they wouldn’t let daddy in here and I was scared, but he’s here now so I’m ok.” The little girl rambled off. Y/n almost missed how she said they wouldn’t let Harry in the room but when it finally registered, she was fuming. Absolutely, royally pissed.

“What do you mean they wouldn’t daddy in there?” Stella shrugged and looked up at Harry for an answer. He brought the phone back so he could see her after looking around at the doctors in the room, all doing their job and pretending they weren’t listening to this conversation, but a few of them winced when Y/n asked her question.

“Some bloke tried to keep me out of the room while Stella was being examined but she was on the verge of a whole breakdown. It was like Disneyland in Paris all over again.” He said, referencing the time Harry took his girls to Disneyland while they were in Paris and Stella got separated from her mom and dad. She had never not been able to see at least 1 of her parents before. Needless to say… she didn’t handle it very well. Screaming, crying, and hyperventilating (which freaked her out even more- causing her to scream louder and cry harder) ensued very shortly, disturbing every person around her. But it made it easy for them to find her and she spent a very very long time clutching her tiny arms around her daddy’s neck, not letting him set her down for anything. That was an interesting trip to the bathroom …

“Why would they try to keep you out of the room? You’re her father!” Y/n was on the verge of popping a blood vessel. Of course the one time her baby really needs her, she’s hours away.

“Uh, Mr. Styles, I’m so sorry to interrupt! But the x-ray is complete. There’s no break, it looks like a sprain at worst. Also, about why my intern was saying you weren’t allowed in the room, not that I was listening to your conversation, with ped’s cases we typically only allow legal parents or guardians in the room and your name isn’t anywhere on her file or on her records so he was just trying to follow safety protocols. He didn’t go about the situation as well as he should have because we always want to make sure our patient has what they need and that was obviously you- but that is the reason why you initially weren’t let into the room. You’re not a legal parent or guardian. Based on your situation- you’re legally considered a step-parent and that title doesn’t come along with any legal jurisdiction.” Dr. Robins explained, in quite a few words Harry thinks, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Just sits and realizes that while for the better part of a year and a half, he’s been calling himself Stella’s dad but the whole he’s not been anything… not legally anyway.

Y/n realizes this too and makes a mental note to call their lawyers to do something about that.

“That makes sense… Thank you, Dr. Robbins! I have her mum on the phone, but you knew that, so if there’s anything else I legally can’t do, she’ll have to take care of it like thi-”

“Mr. Styles, we won’t tell if you don’t! Anything else that needs to be signed, we’ll just go ahead and have you do it. Save the hassle for everyone.” Dr. Robbins interrupts him and he smiles, silently thanking her.

“Daddy, what's a legal guardian?” Stella asks after a quiet moment.

“A legal guardian is someone who takes care of you because the law says they can. So because I didn’t help mumma make you and I came into your life a little later, I’m not a legal guardian of you. Not yet anyway.” He mumbles the last part but Y/n catches it.

“Does everyone have a legal guardian?” She hiccuped, rubbing at her eyes with the hand that wasn’t clutching Harry’s.

“At one point yeah, but once you get older you don’t need one anymore because you can take care of yourself.”

The girl pauses, thinking about her daddy’s words before muttering “Don’t wanna take care of myself. Wanna stay with you and mumma forever.”

All the little shards of his heart slowly start to piece back together.

“I want you to stay with me and mumma forever too lovebug.” He cooes. Y/n’s eyes light up, her gaze filled with adoration for her little family.

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“The documents are all drawn up Mrs. Styles, everything is ready for your husband to sign.”

“Thank you so much Ben!”

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“Baby, c’mere. Wanna talk to you about something.”

“Yeah mommy?”

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to quell the tears she could already feel threatening to fall. Her newly wed husband sat beside her on the couch, running his hand along her back and squeezing her shoulder and letting her know he was there if she needed him.

“Do you remember when you and Daddy had that conversation about legal guardians?” The woman asked, pulling her baby into her lap, brushing her hand over the girl's hair affectionately.

“Uhhh, kinda.” She murmured, curling into her mom.

“Do you remember what a legal guardian is?” Y/n rephrased, hoping to jog the girl's memory. Stella nodded and when prompted by her mother explained that “It’s someone who takes care of you until you're old enough to take care of yourself.”

“That’s right baby, very good!”

“And do you remember when we were at the hospital and that doctor was being mean, not letting Daddy into the room with you?” Harry chimes in, scooting closer to his girls. She nodded with a roll of her eyes and a huff of breath, causing a little giggle to erupt from her parents. She really is her mothers daughter.

“Didn’t like him.” She mumbles.

“Do you remember why they didn’t let him into the room?” Y/n asks, knowing she should probably get to the point before her little one checks out and gets bored.

“Cause daddy’s not my legal guardian.” Stella huffs again, rubbing her eyes and nuzzling further into her mom.

“Do you want him to be?”

Stella’s quiet for a moment, tapping her little finger on her chin like she’s thinking hard. “Yeah.”

“Yeah? You want that baby?” Harry asks, pulling her into his lap. The girl wraps her arms around his neck and lays her head on his shoulder, nodding.

“Yeah, Daddy. Want you to be able to come to the doctors with me.” She mumbles sleepily.

The tears Y/n had been fighting off finally broke through, despite her efforts. It’s official. Harry is going to adopt Stella and they would be a family in every sense of the word. No one would be able to take Harry's little girl away from him. All he had to do was sign the paper. Harry felt tears spring to his eyes as well, smoothing his hand along his baby’s back.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that…” He says, squeezing her a little tighter. Y/n snaps a quick picture before she snuggles into them.

“Love you Mommy, love you Daddy.” She murmurs before falling asleep in Harry's arms. Something that isn’t new, but feels different now for some reason. Things felt a little more official and he hadn’t even signed the papers yet.

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