#these hurt/ comfort fics put me in the ER with the punches they pull

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Prompt:

Chabouillet getting really protective of Javert when he and Valjean started dating. Like maybe interrogating Valjean and such

Also love your fics they're so darn cute

Aww, thank you! I’ve been waiting to write something involving Javert and Chabouillet’s relationship!

Valjean meeting Chabouillet would either go down great or like the dinner scene from Shrek 2

⚠️TW: mentions of abuse, drunkness and suic*de⚠️

Fight Fire With Fire

It’s not that he wasn’t happy for him, he was just…less than thrilled.

Chabouillet had known Javert for years; since the boy was fifteen. He had found him running in the streets. Since that day, he’d taken him under his wing; he was the one who had given him shelter from a less than terrible home life, the one who had suggested making him a guard at the age of 17, the one who always looked out for him no matter where he was stationed.

He was also the one who had to listen to the boy’s rants about Madeline.

Never had he seen Javert so…distracted. So ditzy. Usually, he was a stern and hard working man; but upon being in Madeline’s presence, he was an absolute dork. He was the one who watched as the young Inspector fumbled over files hours after the interactions; and after the truth was revealed about the Mayor, he was the one who allowed a very drunk, upset and tearful Javert sleep in his spare room.

Maybe that’s why he was so tense about this situation; the whole Madeline incident had felt like a punch to the gut for Javert. Sure, Chabouillet was disappointed as well, but what made him more conflicted was the younger’s emotional distress over the whole thing.

But the past was in the past, and all that mattered was the present. Right?

“Le patron!”

“Javert, mon garçon!”

The Inspector came bounding at Chabouillet, wrapping him in a tight hug. Well! This was new! Once they broke apart, the Chief laid his eyes upon the other man. Valjean.

The man had a shy smile on his face as the oldest of the three surveyed him. He was quite tall, very muscular, had a head of curly hair and neat facial hair, was dressed quite well…

“Hello, Monsieur Chabouillet,” greeted Valjean, hand extended as if to shake the oldest’s own. Chabouillet simply nodded instead.

“Monsieur Valjean.”

The eye contact they held was less than comfortable for both parties, although Javert didn’t seem to notice. He stood in between them both, teeth bared in a wide smile. The height and size difference of the couple was as if a cat had just dragged home a bear.

After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence for the older two, Chabouillet eventually spoke up.

“Well, come inside!”

Valjean followed gingerly behind Javert, who entered the house as if it was his own. Jean remembered that in a way, it was. The man had practically adopted the Inspector. Did that mean this was their equivalent to “meeting the parents?”

That was exactly what this was going to be, wasn’t it?

“Make yourselves at home,” spoke Chabouillet, acknowledging the coat rack by the door.

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The entire night, Chabouillet studied Javert and Valjean’s interactions. The two acted like lovesick teenagers, although he did notice Valjean eyeing him mistrustfully. He returned the favor. At one point, Jean had wrapped his arm around Javert’s waist. That was Chabouillet’s breaking point.

“Javert,” he interrupted, “I’m very sorry to ask you this right now, but there’s a case file upstairs that I forgot to give to you yesterday! Would you mind just going over it?”

For once, Javert seemed annoyed at having to work. What on earth? However, he agreed and went up to the study room. Once he was a good distance away, Chabouillet turned to Valjean. He looked him up and down, lips pressed in a thin line.

“Nice to finally me-“

“Talk to me, Jean.”

Chabouillet beckoned Valjean to follow him to the dining room. Once they were seated, he spoke again.

“What are your intentions?”

“I’m sorry?”

“What are your…intentions…with Javert?”

Oh, he could tell so much jokes right now.

He chose not to.

“If I have the correct understanding, then my intentions are to make him happy.”

Once again, Chabouillet stared deep into his soul. Well, this was terrifying.

“What do you do for a living, Jean?”

“W-well my good friend owns a shop that I co-own.”

“…How often do you see Javert?”

“We live together, Monsieur.”

“Well what do you two do on your spare time?”

“All sorts of things; we go on walks, read together, garden, watch TV- stuff we did before we were together! We just…do it together now.”

“And what about dates?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Where do you take him on dates?”

“I mean, usually we prefer to stay home; but otherwise we go out for dinner or stargazing- we actually went to this planetarium last week with a huge star dome-“

“Do you listen to him?”

“…I’m not sure I quite understand that-“

“Do you listen to him; does he talk to you? About work? Problems? Feelings?”

“Oh! Yes, actually!”

“Yes to what?”

“Er, all of the above?”

Valjean laughed nervously, face redder than the table cloth he tapped at anxiously.

“…Back to my original question,” grumbled Chabouillet, sitting up straighter than he already was, “what are your intentions with Javert?”

“I-I thought I answered that-“

“Not in the way I wanted you to. What are your plans for the future involving your…relationship; is this some sort of fling? Just casual dating? Serious? What, what is it?”

“I mean, I’d say it’s pretty serious.”

“You’d say it’s pretty serious…do you plan on marrying him?”

At that, Valjean began to choke on nothing. His eyes went wide and jaw dropped.

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Do you plan on marrying him, boy.”

“…I don’t know how you want me to answer that-“

“The way you would if anyone else asked!”

“Yes!”

The moment he said those words, Jean slammed his hand over his mouth. Both men peaked out of the room, hoping that Javert wasn’t anywhere near. Thankfully, he wasn’t.

“Yes,” whispered Jean, eyes refusing to meet the Chiefs, “I…I do plan on marrying him…if he wants to, that is.”

“What is that supposed to mean? You’ve never spoken about marriage?!”

“No, no we have- it’s just- we’ll I haven’t quite asked him yet. You know…asked him.”

Oh? Oh. Oooh, ok. He understood now.

Well now he had more of a right to threaten him over screwing this up.

“…I don’t know you, Jean. How am I supposed to know that you’re the right match for Javert?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean- I just met the real you, not Madeline. Do you have any clue how much that whole stunt upset Javert? He loved you. Not just- not admiration love, he loved you; and then you go and pull that- god, I was so mad! If I could’ve gone out and found you myself I would have- and don’t think I won’t do the same now if you ever hurt him!”

“I don’t know how much clearer I could have made it,” started the younger, eyebrows furrowed in frustration, “but I don’t plan on hurting him or letting anyone hurt else hurt him. I…understand you’re skeptic of me, but please…he means the world to me.”

“And how do I know you’re not lying to me? Was it you that saved him from his abusive household? Was it you who took him in, put a roof over his head and clothes on his back? Was it me or you who made him hysterical sob after lying about who they really were?”

“Was it you or me who risked their freedom to make sure he was safe,” growled Valjean, standing now. “Is it your shoulder or my shoulder that he cries into every time he’s had enough? Was it you that sobbed for days because maybe, just maybe, you loved him back to; but you could never tell him! Was it you or me that pulled him out of the damn Seine in the middle of the fucking night-“

“Enough!”

Chabouillet slammed his palm to the table. Valjean, who had just been fuming, was now sitting down again, fear in his eyes.

“Enough, please…I can’t- don’t bring that up.”

The older of the two quietly sunk back down to his seat, mind racing. Perhaps they both went to far.

“…How does he like his coffee?”

Oh…that’s not what Valjean was expecting.

“…With so much sugar it’s a little scary.”

At that, both of them couldn’t help but laugh a bit. Once it died down, Chabouillet looked over at him.

“When he found out you were in the city, he wasn’t very happy. I’ll admit, I thought he was overreacting a bit. Then…after the protests…I don’t know, something seemed to change. When I heard it was you that saved him, I nearly didn’t believe it.”

A tear had fallen down his cheek, but the Chief didn’t seem to care.

“…Thank you,” he started again, “for saving him. He’s…like a son to me.”

“…I can tell from the way you care about him…Please, Monsieur, I apologize if my behavior was a bit rash; my only intentions with Javert are to make him happy. I hope you’d let me.”

Chabouillet went to open his mouth, but just as he did, Javert strutted into the room.

“One of your leads has been dead for years, Le patron. Are you sure she was the person in suspect?”

He really had no clue of the entire conversation that just went down.

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The rest of the night went smoothly; the three of them swapped stories and debates over dinner. Around 9:00, Javert suggested they should head home.

As they were leaving, Chabouillet pulled Valjean aside.

“Monsieur,” started the younger, “I’d like to thank you-“

“It’s- it’s quite alright…You have my permission. And…my blessing.”

It took a moment for Jean to register what he was saying, but once it did, he wrapped the man in a tight embrace.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you- I shouldn’t be hugging you, should I?”

He pulled away, the same anxious smile on his face that was there moments ago.

“It’s…alright. Maybe not- I’d prefer to see how things play out in the future.”

“Understandable.”

“Valjean?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for making him happy…truly happy.”

“…Thank you for making him the man he is today.”

For once, they both shared a less than awkward smile.

“Treat him well.”

“I will.”

Valjean turned to leave, only for Chabouillet to turn him around once again.

“Just know, that if you ever, and I mean EVER, hurt him, I won’t hesitate to find you and make your life a living nightmare.”

“…There’s the Chabouillet I know. Don’t worry, that won’t be necessary.”

“It’s a warning.”

“That won’t need to be enforced.”

“Valjean-“

“I know, I know; you’re just making sure I understand. I do, believe me. I have absolutely no plan on hurting him, or letting anything hurt him for that matter.”

“…Good man. Go, he’s probably wondering where you are.”

“Probably- thank you for dinner, Monsieur.”

“Anytime. Farewell, Valjean.”

“Farewell, Monsieur.”

Chabouillet watched as Jean made his way to the car, kissing Javert on the cheek once he was inside. He made sure they drove off safely before closing the door and turning in for the night.

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It was good to know that the Chief didn’t think him unfit for Javert, although that was the last thought he had at the moment. Looking down, Valjean couldn’t help but smile at the sleeping man he held in his arms. Javert wore one of Jean’s own t-shirts, and had his cheek smudged against the older’s chest. God, he was beautiful.

Jean glanced over at the ring he held in the hand that wasn’t cradling Javert’s back. Soon, he hoped.

Soon.

#hope you enjoyed! #this was such a cute prompt- #with a bit of a clif hanger ;) #valvert #les mis #les miserables #jean valjean #valjean #inspector javert #Javert #Ari writes #javert x valjean #valjean x javert #valvert fic #Ari writes valvert #Chabouillet #Javert and Chabouillet being father and son #thanks you for sending in this prompt! I had fun writing it! #long post #fic

[danny-chase]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Titans (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garth & Dick Grayson, Garth & Donna Troy, Garth & Dick Grayson & Donna Troy Characters: Garth (DCU), Dick Grayson, Donna Troy, Lian Harper Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, snuggling and fluff, self indulgent fic, Cuddling, Hypothermia, Canon Typical Violence, Swearing, POV Garth, Fluffy Ending, no beta we die like Garth, Dick Grayson needs to sleep more, Cold Water, inflatable rafts, Garth has the power to make a mini hot tub, Titans, Titans (1999) feels, Blankets Summary:

The one where Garth has to save his idiot best friend from dying of hypothermia. Incredibly self indulgent with many snuggles.

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Garth decided that the next time he had a bad feeling about something, to ignore Dick, and say no. It was for his own good.

 Then.

One of the best parts of living in Titans Tower was that he could set the temperature of the indoor pool.

 It was the middle of February, outside, temperatures had dropped below freezing, but inside the heated water, he was nice and warm. Gliding through, he spun and twirled just for fun. And of course, to show off for his delightful little niece Lian.

“Catch me!” Lian ran off the diving board, a gleeful expression on her face as Garth dove up through the water, snatching her out of midair. He leaned straight back to create a massive splash (not at all enhanced with his powers). All the while keeping Lian completely dry. “Again! Again!” She cried, laughing her head off as he carried her on his shoulders, depositing her on the side.

 “One more, then bedtime. Promise?” Lian was tough to bargain with, a real smooth talker – just like her dad. As it was, the precocious little five-year-old titled her head to the side with a frown.

 “Hmm. I want two more times.” Two? He’d be getting off lucky, he’d been planning on three.

 “Deal.” He immediately replied. Lian padded off towards the board again, carefully walking (they’d told her enough times not to run).

 “Lian, sweetie.” Garth turned to see Dick and Donna walking in, in uniform. He frowned; they didn’t have a mission scheduled for tonight. Lian changed course, veering off at Donna’s call.

 “Hey, sweetheart.” Dick intercepted, swinging Lian up in his arms into a hug. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and Lian giggled back. “It’s bedtime for you, little bird.” Her face morphed into a frown.

 “But Uncle Garth said-”

 “Sorry kiddo, I gotta talk to your uncle Garth.” Dick smiled at her lovingly. “Can you go with Auntie Donna? She’s going to put you to bed with Aunt Toni. Okay?” Garth swam to the edge of the pool, Lian’s lower lip was forming into a defiant pout.

 “Sorry, fishsticks, we can do it tomorrow. Three times.” He promised. Somehow, he knew he wouldn’t be getting out of the third round. Fortunately, his luck held, and Lian decided three times tomorrow would be good enough. She nodded, squirming towards Donna.

 “Okay.” She replied. Dick passed her over and stuck a hand over the edge of the pool. Garth took it, and they both pulled; he nearly flew out of the water.

 “Here.” Donna passed him a towel as she left. “See you in a bit.”

 “Bye, fishy.” Lian called as the exited the room, giggling as Donna gave her a little tickle. Lian was such a precious child, Roy was truly blessed to have her.

 He turned his attention to Dick. ‘Have you been sleeping?’ is what he wanted to ask; he was paler than usual, and the bags under his eyes were becoming more pronounced (again). But Dick never took to the question kindly, and at this point, Garth had learned to pick his fights. “What’s up?” He asked instead. Dick gestured towards the locker room.

 “Quick mission, you, me, and Donna. I’ve been hacking the H.I.V.E.’s servers, they’re receiving an arms shipment tonight in about an hour by boat, you game?” Garth nodded hesitantly, the bad feeling from before returning. The others were busy tonight, they likely wouldn’t have any backup.

 “How long did that take you?” He asked nonchalantly. Dick shrugged, but his bloodshot eyes spoke for themselves. Garth repressed a sigh. Fighting Dick Grayson would be counterintuitive, at least if he went, he could keep him out of trouble.

 “Meet in the bay in fifteen.” Dick instructed. “Glad to have you on board.” He grinned, and Garth did his best to ignore how unhinged he looked. This was a bad idea.

 Now.

“I knew this was a bad idea.” Garth grumbled. Cold wind stung his face, as he ducked another punch from the enhanced guard. Dick finished off the normal guards on the left, and Donna was locked in battle with another meta to his right. Fighting in cramped spaces was never fun.

 “Quit whining Gill-for-brains.” Dick teased he’d just finished off the last goon. He turned, chucking a wing-ding into the meta’s palm. The man roared with fury and charged.

 It seemed to happen in slow motion, the wind picked up on the rickety little speedboat, Dick stumbled as he dodged, the minute mistake was all the meta needed. Garth ran, but the meta was closer – he didn’t have a chance.

 “Shit.” He cursed as he watched Dick tumble off the side of the boat, into frigid waters.

 *SPLOOSH*

 “Fuck.” Donna muttered next to him. The meta turned back towards him, invigorated by his victory. Garth cursed, he couldn’t leave Donna alone with two of them, Dick would have to wait, but he needed to hurry.

 “Fucking asshole!” Garth yelled, anger burning in his chest. He let out a violet blast and kicked the man in the knee. “That was my friend!” The meta swiped at him, but adrenaline was coursing through his veins. Ducking, twisting, turning, blasting, he unleashed a barrage of fury on his opponent. All the while, they sped further and farther away from where Dick went under.

 Garth screamed in fury, unleashing a final blast at the man’s head, and finally the man stayed down.

 “Go, I’ve got this one.” He was way ahead of her, running to the side of the speeding boat. His muscles burned from exertion, but he pushed through. “I’ll meet you with the copter!”

 “Nightwing!” He called, diving off the side. Swimmingly in the opposite direction, he scanned the horizon for motion – damn Dick for making his costume so hard to freaking see against the night. “NIGHTWING!” He repeated, frantically picking up speed.  

 His pulse pounded in his head, it was cold out, and while he was resilient to the sub-freezing waters, Dick was human. It didn’t matter how well-crafted his suit was, it wasn’t watertight, and in this weather, it wouldn’t take long for hypothermia to set in. The currents were strong, and the boat had been moving fast, it couldn’t have been more than ten minutes since Dick fell in but, he was no where to be seen. Garth tore on, cutting through the choppy waves.

 Finally, he caught a spattering of bright yellow on the horizon – a small inflatable raft was tossed about on the rough sea. There was only one hero (okay probably Batman too) that kept a life raft on him. Fear seemed to pierce through his chest as he willed the water to push him forward. “Nightwing!” He called again, surfacing just next to the little vessel.

 No response. His chest clenched with anticipation and worry as he carefully placed a hand on the lip of the float. Gingerly, he pulled himself up, careful not to overturn it.

 Dick was sprawled on the other side, violently trembling, as one of his arms dangled over the side. His skin had a grayish tone, ice had frozen chunks of his hair. Panic clawed at Garth’s sides. “Dick?” No response.  He scrambled across the raft and pulled the shaking figure into his arms. Dick’s eyelids fluttered behind the lenses on his mask.

 “-ayy?” He mumbled a string garbled words, weakly squirming as Garth pulled him close to his chest. “-oo ‘ot” He protested, Garth kept his grip firm, and stood, hoisting Dick in his arms and willing water to flood the little raft.

 “I got you, Rob. You’re okay.” He murmured into Dick’s hair, the old nickname slipping out, despite the new costume. Shifting Dick over his shoulders, he plunged his left hand into the raft’s water are brought it up to a warm temperature, careful not to make it hot. “You’re going to be okay, just hang on a moment.” He kept his voice steady and soothing, ignoring the anxiety clawing its way up his throat. He had to stay levelheaded, focus on maintaining the water temperature.

 He gently lowered Dick into the make-shift bath, keeping an arm wrapped around his torso, securely locking him in place against his chest. He twisted his legs around Dick’s preventing him from kicking around. Using his left hand, he held Dick’s head above water, and carefully melted the ice in his hair. He hummed platitudes in Dick’s ear, and after a few moments, he settled down.

 “-arf?” He let out a breath of relief at the acknowledgment.

 “You with me?” He gave Dick a gentle squeeze.

 “-ere’s ‘ay-on?” He gulped in surprise, he wasn’t sure, but that sounded like Jason. Dick never talked about Jason. “-e ‘kaay? -iing.” Garth ran his hand through Dick’s hair and thanked the gods for the faint sound of a helicopter approaching in the distance.

 “You’re all right, love, everything’s fine.” He assured, willing Donna to speed up. “Keep still.” Dick was squirming again, but in his current condition it was a fruitless endeavor. He warmed the water slightly, bringing it back up to temperature. Dick’s head lolled against his chest. “Stay awake.”

 “’ired.” Dick complained. Concern tugged at his insides.

 “I know, buddy, it’s okay, you gotta keep your eyes open for me, alright?” Dick mumbled in acknowledgement. They sat in silence for a moment, tremors wracking Dick’s small frame. Humans were so tiny. “How are you feeling?”  

 “’s hot.” Dick wriggled, trying to pull out of the warm water, again Garth just gently restrained him.

 “Sorry, big brain, you gotta stay put.”

 Dick began mumbling again, Garth only caught the word “skiing” from the gibberish. The wings of the Titan’s helicopter drowned out whatever it was Dick was trying to say. Donna swooped down moments later, scooping them both up, and carrying them up to the small cabin.

 “Great Hera.” She shook her head, fretting as she unzipped Dick’s suit. Garth quickly discarded his wet clothes, vigorously toweling off before hopping in a spare set of pants from a bin they kept in the back. He yanked out boxers and sweatpants for Dick.

 “He’s not making sense.” Garth advised, tossing the clothes onto a nearby seat. Dick swayed on the spot as Donna removed the top half of his drenched suit, and Garth quickly made his way over, placing an arm on his side to keep him upright.

 “Well, that’s what happens when you decide to go swimming in Febuary.” Donna rolled her eyes, but her tone was worried. “You won’t do that again, will you?” Dick’s teeth chattered as he stared past her in response. Garth grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his torso, swapping places with Donna to take off the bottom.

 “The things we do for love.” Donna said wryly, passing him dry clothes. She started toweling off Dick’s hair, as Garth gently patted down his legs with another towel.

 “-ing on?” Dick muttered. “onna?” Garth guided his feet into the pants and pulled them up.

 “I’m right here, sweetheart.” Donna pressed a kiss to his temple.

 “Alright, almost good as new.” He grabbed a blanket off the dash. “Donna, care to join?” She grabbed a second blanket, and the two of them half carried a stumbling Dick Grayson to the cot in the back.

 “I’ll have to take over when we land, but we should be good on autopilot for now.” They threw the blankets over the group, sandwiching Dick in the middle. Garth breathed a sigh of relief, slipping his arms around Dick’s torso and pulling their chests together, making skin-to-skin contact. Donna shuffled closer, scooping his legs together and curling around them, leaning her head against Garth’s side. He leaned back against the wall, together they made a little cocoon of warmth, his naturally high body temperature easily heating their little nest under the blankets.

 “Methinks, we should take a vacation. Somewhere warm.” He suggested, contentedly cuddling Dick close to his chest, the anxiety of the last hour dying down at last. Donna snorted next to him.

 “You remember our last ‘vacation’?” She asked sarcastically. Garth nodded. A disastrous trip to a remote island, plagued with storms and infighting, the latter of which was caused by a villain with a grudge. With a specific dislike of their shivering friend.

 “Dick thinks it’s a good idea, don’t you?”

 “Mm?”

 “Close enough, I’m taking it as a yes.” Donna laughed; warm air tickled his arm.

 “Shall we go to the Grand Canyon?” She teased.

 “No.” Dick stated, catching them both off guard. “Garth is a fiiiish.” Even delirious, at least Dick understood Garth plus hot, dry climate equals a bad idea.

 “Well, he’s not wrong. I am a fish.” Garth grinned. “We could go to another island. With more houses.” He suggested.

 “’ruce hass a islaand.” Dick noted. Of course Batman owned an island. Though, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go to an island Bruce had bought.

 “Okay, that sounded like an endorsement. Boy blunder, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Donna put a hand on his forehead, brushing his bangs to the side.

 “’m fineee.” Ah, yes. Dick Grayson; the pinnacle of good health.

 “See, he’s fine Donna, sheesh, what are you getting so worked up for? The man wants his vacation.” Donna rolled her eyes.

 “He’ll kill us if we drag him on vacation.” She muttered. Though, in his current state, that was highly unlikely.

 “Donna, I’ll kill him if he tries to get out of bed for the next two days.” He assured. Dick would be a nightmare to deal with, but on the bright side, he’d been scheduled to babysit the next few days, and Lian would love another friend to join in watching My Little Pony and Barbie movies.

 “Agreed.” Donna noted.

 “Dooon’t, kill meee.” Dick squirmed again.

 “Dick, Garth won’t hurt him, he doesn’t have it in him.” She knocked her head against his shoulder. “He’s a big old softie.”

 “Heee’s fiiishy.” Dick agreed, relaxing back into his arms.

 “Okay, no one let him near Lian.” Garth joked, taking Dick’s hands in his. Color seemed to be returning to the surface of his skin. He pressed the side of his face to Dick’s ear, nestling his head back against his chest.

 “Youuur warm.” Dick let out a long yawn, sending shivers down Garth’s spine.

 “A yes, another brilliant deduction from the Boy Wonder, Wondergirl, how does he do it?” Garth teased. He felt almost giddy now that Dick was in better shape than before. They’d still need to be careful, but the stress of the situation was slowly leaving him as they snuggled together.

 “It’s his big head, it makes space for his big brain.” He laughed at Donna’s remark and pressed a kiss to the top of Dick’s head. It was a big brain, but a dumb one sometimes too. The conversation hit a lull, and they sat there, in silent companionship with one another.

 After a while, Donna passed him Dick’s legs. “I’ve gotta to land, take care of bird-brain.”

 “Tweet.” Dick commented as she left. Garth wheezed to stifle laughter.

 “You think you’re cute, don’t you?” Donna called from the front.

 “Am.” Dick muttered.

 “Can’t argue with that.” Garth asserted, tucking his legs up underneath Dick’s. As they neared the landing pad, he breathed yet another sigh of relief. He wasn’t thrilled with the state of events, but they’d been lucky tonight. He wouldn’t be attending another funeral tomorrow. Dick’s heart was steadily beating, his breath seeming to get easier with each passing moment. As they landed in the bay, Garth decided, that for tonight, that would have to be enough.

#my writing #i've written a fanfic so self indulgent you wouldn't believe #Dick and Garth deserve to snuggle #as does Donna #the fab five should snuggle more #garth of shayeris #dick grayson #donna troy #lian harper

[nanoland]

new chapter (lucifer fic)

(Also on AO3.)

Ponder on the Narrow House, part 5 

Mazikeen/Eve/Michael 

Warning: Smut, fucking finally.   

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What was he doing here?

“We are fifteen miles over the speed limit!”

Mazikeen cackled and drove faster. In the seat beside her, Eve punched the air and turned up the radio until Michael thought Rihanna’s voice would burst even his divine eardrums. (Contrary to his brother’s accusations, he did, in fact, enjoy some types of music. Just not when it was loud or fast-paced.)

“May I remind you of a crucial fact?” he demanded, having to shout to be heard. “It’s not me who’ll die if this thing flips! Angel, remember? You two are the ones who’ll be splattered all over the road! Hello? Is anybody listening to me?”

“I’m a fine-tuned supersonic speed machine,” Mazikeen sang. 

The desert outside the cherry-red convertible they’d stolen in Las Vegas was a sickening blur and he hated it. Not that he’d never travelled this fast – though he was slower than just about all his siblings in the air, he could still outpace a jet. But flying under his own power couldn’t be compared to being trapped in this hideous human death trap under the command of a demon and a madwoman.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, this time to himself, gripping his seatbelt with both hands like it was the neck of an angry serpent. “Whatever happens. Even if we crash. They’ll die. I’ll be fine.”

“Hey!” called Eve, turning to look at him, squinting. “Are you really not having fun? Maze! Slow down! He’s not having fun.”

Mazikeen groaned but brought them back to a less terrifying percentage of light speed, while Eve undid her seatbelt and climbed into the back with Michael.

He sputtered. “Jesus H. Christ – you’re not supposed to do that while the vehicle is moving. Rules exist for a reason, goddammit.”

“I’m sorry we freaked you out,” Eve told him, with… confusing sincerity.

None of his siblings had ever apologised for frightening him, Lucifer least of all (“Aww – don’t be so nervous, brother!” and a golden laugh from the brave, adventurous Morningstar after he’d enticed Michael to fly with him into a hurricane for fun and the noise and sight of it had made his twin cry).

When Michael was young, he’d assumed that was because apologies were for lesser beings, like mortals – except that when he’d discovered his latent talent for underhanded pranks, his siblings had all turned around and demanded apologies from him. The pranks had become progressively mean-spirited after that.

Waiting for the other shoe to drop – for the punchline – he said, carefully, “It’s fine.”

The wind had blown Eve’s hair all over the place. As she brushed it out of her eyes, he was reminded that today she’d chosen to wear one of her thin white summer dresses, this one low-cut enough to make it clear that that was all she was wearing.

Now mischievous, she winked at him. “But you know… if I made a habit of following those rules you like so much, I’d still be married and bored out of my mind. Wanna kiss?”

He nearly jumped out of the car.

“Uh,” he croaked.

His gaze flickered past Eve’s inquisitive face to the back of Mazikeen’s head. How long did he have? How many milliseconds left before she turned around and tore out his throat in a fit of frenzied jealousy?

“Hell, yeah!” Mazikeen cheered, throwing up the horns. “One of you take a picture for me. Or, better yet, move over so I can see you in the rear view mirror.”

Eve’s chin tilted downwards as she examined Michael. “I dunno. Doesn’t seem like he’s into it. Er – yikes. Actually, I think he’s gonna throw up. Might wanna pull over, babe.”

“I’m not going to throw up! I just need… just need air. Could you sit back for a moment?” he hissed.

She did so and he got his breathing under control. Crap, his shoulder hurt so much today.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, fidgeting. “I didn’t mean to-…”

“Is this because of him?” Michael snarled, suddenly furious.

“What?”

“Him! Lucifer! He dumped you, yeah? And now you’re – what, trying to get back at him by hitting on me? Or is it just because I look like him so I’m the best substitute you can get, or-…”

She slapped him.

It hurt.

(It really did. What? Since when did getting hit by mortals hurt?)

Mazikeen whistled approvingly.

“No,” said Eve, half-growling. “I’m not like that. I don’t use people like that, Michael.”

He touched the part of his face where her skin had met his. It felt hot. Tingly. He swallowed. “Um – right. Got it.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

The anger in her eyes subsided. “Good. Now, would you like to kiss me or not? It’s fine if you don’t want to. You’ll still be part of the team. This is just for fun.”

Feeling oafish and off-kilter, he gestured at Mazikeen. “Won’t she mind?”

“Nope!” Mazikeen volunteered without hesitation.

Eve, exasperated, huffed, “I already asked her if she’d mind. Do you really think I’d put the offer on the table if I hadn’t? Whatever they say about me in the Silver City, I’m neither frivolous nor disloyal. I didn’t go behind Adam’s back when I fell in love with your brother; I told him to his face what I was doing.”

“Oh. Didn’t know that.”

“Because he didn’t tell anyone. He didn’t care. Adam was a decent man who didn’t love me at all. But Maze does, and I love her, and we’ve decided this is something we’re both okay with.”

“Yeah, most demons are poly,” Mazikeen told him. “As long as everyone’s on board and on the same page, you can hook up with whoever you like.”

“Last chance: kiss or no kiss?” said Eve.

She was close enough now for him to smell her perfume. His chest felt tight. “I don’t like ultimatums.”

“Okay. How about wagers? I bet you anything I’m the best kisser you’ve ever met. Or requests? Please, please kiss me, Michael. Or-…”

She was so warm. Her breath flowing into his mouth felt like drinking hot chocolate on a Winter’s night, sugary heat poured down his throat and filling up his whole chest.

His bones seemed to melt. He slid down the seat, half-pushed, until he lay almost flat with her on top of him, cradling his face in her hands, her thumbs making slow, comforting circles on his jaw.

“Ghnnff-fu-fuck,” he slurred.

That he was hard, and had been hard ever since he’d noticed how low-cut her dress was, seemed almost irrelevant in the face of far more interesting observations, like the soft grunts she made or the way her breasts felt pressed tight against him, until she slid a thigh between his legs.

He cried out. Arched.

“There you go,” she purred against his neck.

Elegant and effortless, she took off her shoes and her panties, and slid down onto his cock with a soft, fluttering sigh. Grabbed his hand and raised it to cover one of her nipples.

Just before he came, he opened his eyes and gazed up, and the sun had moved behind her, draining all but her edges of definition, and the wind had picked up her hair again and sent it billowing up and out, like dark wings. Like his wings.

“Michael! Ah!”

The car stopped.

“Huh,” said Mazikeen. “There’s something you don’t see every day.”

She pointed. Panting, they both followed her finger.

Across the sky, from one horizon to the next, the clouds had arranged themselves into the words

 I LOVE YOU DETECTIVE !!!!

-LM

 “Oh, crud,” said Eve.  

#lucifer #mazikeen #eve #michael #michael demiurgos #lucifer morningstar #mazikeen smith #fanfic #my fic

[themaskedwriter]

Knock Out

Boxer!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky used to be a world famous boxer and he’s been out of the ring for too long

Warnings: violence, injury, boxing, surgery mentions

Word counts: 4000+ (Sorry not sorry)

Clues:

- This isn’t my first time in the ring with a fic

- I’m known for being long-winded

- I really need to post more writing on tumblr instead of Ao3

Bucky’s left fist flashed between the two fighters, making contact with his opponent’s shoulder, right before the bell rang. At the sound, the two fighters distanced themselves and moved into their corners of the boxing ring. You could tell Bucky was beginning to tire; his past stamina hadn’t completely returned. His coach, Nick Fury, and cutman, Steve Rogers, were ready and waiting. Coach Fury was going over Bucky’s opponent’s, Brock Rummlow’s, weak spot where he wasn’t blocking. Steve was gently checking a small cut which had opened over Bucky’s left eye. He quickly butterflied it shut in hopes it would mostly halt the bleeding until the fight was over.

               “He’s got this Y/N,” Natasha said from the left of you in the stands. The both of you sat in the front row of the stands. Being Bucky’s girlfriend had its perks, one of which was front row seats to all of his matches.  Nat had been a great boxer in the past, but she had decided to take a break and try coaching for a while which meant she would sit with you during fights.

               “Of course he has this Natasha,” Tony stated cockily from the other side of you. “He knows I put a lot of money into bring his ass back from the dead.” At his statement, you glared at Tony. The man was the owner of the club and you loved him, most of the time, but you were not in the mood for jokes.

               “Tony, you know I’m more concerned about his health than your money,” You responded coldly as you returned your eyes to the ring. Bucky was still breathing hard from his last round of fighting, something he had never done before his injury. Normally he could make it twelve rounds at the regional level without breaking much of a sweat, but instead he was huffing air by the 8th. You worried for not only his physical health but his mental state as well if he couldn’t win this match. It was his first fight since his injury and all you could hope for was a win.

               The bell rang once again, and the announcer called for the 9th round to start. Bucky and Brock squared off against each other, looking for an opening. Bucky initiated the fighting with a 1-1-2 combo to Brock’s chest. This consisted of two jabs and a cross. To throw Brock off, Bucky had performed the cross with his left hand rather than his right. Seeing Bucky use his left arm so well made your mind race back to a different fight.

               16 Months Ago

               You cheered exuberantly from the front row of the stands as always. Bucky had won the US National championships for the super middleweight class and was now trying to qualify for the Olympics. He was competing in a regional fight to increase his seasonal score, so he would qualify for the World Series of Boxing. Getting into that fight would almost guarantee him an Olympic slot. He was fighting Helmut Zemo, an up and comer in the boxing world. The two fighters were in the 5th round and Bucky was ahead by a drastic amount of points. He smiled as he fought, knowing this fight could be his ticket to the Olympics. He had been dreaming of being on that international stage since he was a child when him and Steve started boxing lessons.

               Zemo was tiring out. He was slower to dodge punches and wasn’t ducking completely under the hits. Bucky began picking up in rhythm and intensity of his hits, hoping for a knockout to cut the match short. With a smirk, he landed his signature left hook to Zemo’s temple, effectively putting the man on the floor. Zemo tried to stand but couldn’t as the official counted to ten. When he hit the final number, the official called the fight and held up Bucky’s arm to signal his victory. The crowd erupted into a roaring cheer. The biggest grin you had ever seen was present on Bucky’s face and you could tell he was trying to hold back tears. As you raced towards the ring to congratulate him, the world seemed to move in slow motion. Zemo slowly rose from the ground, an astonishing ferocity driving him forward. You tried to yell for Bucky, but the sound of the crowd overpowered your voice. Zemo raged forward and punched Bucky in the left shoulder. Bucky’s eyes went wide when he felt the hit and he dropped to his knees from the pain. The official rushed to detain Zemo but Bucky was kneeling on the floor, eyes-wide and filled with horror. You knew something was wrong by the haunted look in his eyes.

               “Bucky!” you screamed as you pushed through the last of the crowd and climbed through the ropes. Bruce, the team doctor, reached Bucky at the same time as you did.

               “Bucky, I need you to stay very still for me so I can look at your shoulder ok?” Bruce explained calmly. Bucky just nodded.

               “Bucky?” you asked firmly, but you received no response. “Bucky look at me.” You demanded of the man. His eyes finally slid to meet yours.

               “I’m done Y/N. I’m not going to fight in the Olympics.” He stated with a watery voice. He was still trying to hold back tears, but this time ones of heartbreak.

               “You don’t know that sweetheart,” you comforted. “The World Series isn’t for another month, you could still fight.” Bucky had always been an absurdly quick healer and you had no doubt he’d be ok to fight by the end of the month.

               “He might,” Bruce muttered. “He has a dislocated shoulder. There may be other damage to the ligaments and muscles, but it looks like the bone made a clean sweep. There’s no bruising or discoloration. I will need to set the shoulder immediately though so there’s no further damage. Bucky this will hurt. Probably a lot.”

               As Bruce got into position to set the shoulder you grabbed Bucky’s hand with one of yours and his chin with the other.

               “I’ve got you Bucky,” You told him while firmly squeezing his hand. Bruce counted to three and on the final number, set the shoulder. A loud pop sounded out and Bucky’s face contorted in pain. He wrapped his right arm around you and pulled you close to him, burying his face into your neck. You felt stray tears on your skin as he tried to even out his breathing.

               Bruce continued inspecting his shoulder for further damage, but on the surface level saw none. He instructed Bucky that he would need to go to the ER for MRIs to see if there was deeper tissue damage. Bucky said something against your shoulder, but you couldn’t understand the mumbled words.

               “Bucky? What did you say?” you questioned. He released a shaky breath and sat up slightly.

               “I can’t feel my shoulder.”

It was nerve damage. His axillary nerve in his left shoulder had been damaged with the dislocation. Bucky had no sensation in his left shoulder or his upper arm. The doctors told him they could fix it with surgery but had to wait a minimum of three months before attempting it. The main point of this: Bucky wouldn’t be going to the Olympics.

               One thing Bucky had not lost his ability to do was duck a punch. All of Brock’s punches that should have landed on Bucky’s face were deftly dodged. Bucky was quick and tactile which made him a close to perfect defensive boxer. Brock attempted to land a right cross on Bucky but he quickly ducked the hit and delivered two more jabs to Brock.

               13 Months Ago

               The doctors had agreed to do the surgery. They were going to take part of a different nerve and attach it to the damaged one in his axilla. Bucky was due to the medical center at six the next morning. He had tried to go to bed early but he was unable to fall asleep from the anxiety. You crawled into bed next to him and curled up against his right side. Ever since the injury, Bucky had been hesitant to have anyone near his left shoulder. He was worried of further damage, but also didn’t like the idea that he couldn’t feel it if someone touched that area. His arm wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him.

               “It’s going to be ok Bucky,” you comforted as you reached up to caress his face. “They’re going to do this surgery and then you can go back to doing what you love.” He looked apprehensive at your statement, something else was obviously eating away at him.

               “Talk to me tough guy,” you urged.

               “What if something goes wrong? There’s always a risk with surgeries on nerves that they’ll fuck it up. What if they make it worse? What if I can’t box anymore?” You could see the worry showing on his face as he looked down at you. Terror showed in his eyes at the thought of never being able to box again.

               “Dr. Strange is one of the best surgeons in the country and Dr. Cho is incredible with her advancements in physical therapy. You’re going to get through this. I promise.” After more reassurances and soothing touches, Bucky finally fell asleep.

               The next morning you both were quiet as you got prepared to go to the medical center. Upon your arrival, Bucky was told to take a seat and wait for a few minutes. You could tell he was still anxious from how he sat with his head down and foot bouncing rapidly. As you sat, you grabbed his hand and held it tight. Your other hand turned his face to see yours.  Your eyes met, and you passed reassurances through you gaze. When his name was called he kissed you fiercely before following the nurse back. At the door he stopped and sent another longing glance to you. All you could do was send him what you hoped looked like a reassuring smile. He turned and walked away while the doors shut behind him. All you could do was wait.

Brock was a strong fighter for the regional level and it showed. Most local boxers would have been exhausted by now, but the man’s stamina persevered to match Bucky’s. He had been worn down by some of Bucky’s hits, but he was still standing and still punching harder than you would like.

12 months ago

               A couple of weeks after Bucky’s surgery, he began going to physical therapy. The surgery had been hugely successful and Dr. Strange had connected the new nerve tissue with no issue. He had a positive outlook on Bucky’s recovery. Since the surgery, Bucky had been in a sling to keep his shoulder immobile while the nerve tissues grafted together. So far, the healing process had gone well, and he had been good about keeping the arm in place. The price of regaining sensation was the return of pain. There were multiple nights when you would wake up to a cry of pain emanating from the man beside you because he rolled over onto his shoulder. Nerves were sensitive, especially after surgery, and Bucky was wary of taking too much pain medication. Because of this, he was in pain a lot. You were there for him as much as you could be, helping make meals, shower, and get dressed. Every menial task had become a significant hurdle to climb over, but you made it through. Steve had come by on his off days to keep Bucky company or make lunch while you were at work. Sometimes Natasha would come too, but she was only free to visit at odd hours because of the schedule at the gym. Bruce called every day to check Bucky’s progress, while Tony had just called once to see how the surgery went.

               You drove Bucky to his first physical therapy appointment with Dr. Cho. She took his history and then sat him down to explain the process. She confirmed that it would take a lot of work to retrain his arm to fully function again, but with his cooperation it could surely be done. She started with basic range of motion exercises. She would move his arm for him in different directions to get test his flexibility and allow the muscles to begin working again. She had you watch so you would be able to perform the exercises at home. She also had him try gripping towels and other soft objects to make sure his brain was still successfully sending signals to his hand. Bucky was sweating by the end of the session because, even though it doesn’t seem like much to most, the different activities had worn him out.

               On the drive home, he seemed aggravated but you knew from past experience to let him have some time to think. When you arrived at your shared apartment, he swiftly opened the door and then slammed it shut. The noise startled you and you watched as he stormed into the building without you. When you finally made it up to your apartment, the sounds of off rhythm punches could be heard. You slowly made your way into one of the spare rooms which had been turned into a gym. Upon entering, you saw Bucky slamming his right fist into the hanging punching bag. The pace was haphazard without his left hand, and you could see a couple tears running down his aggravated face.

               “Bucky,” you called calmly, but he didn’t answer. He just kept hitting the bag. You tried again, attempting to keep a calm tone, but had no luck. You finally screamed his name when you saw him attempt to cock back his injured arm. He froze.

               “Bucky don’t try it,” you urged as you made your way over to him. Placing yourself between him and the bag, you reached up to cup his face.

               “Look at me baby, please just look at me.” Bucky’s eyes slowly lowered to meet yours. His left arm was still slightly raised to punch, and you could see it shaking with the exertion it took to keep it there. You moved one hand from his face to the upper portion of his left arm. Gently, you applied pressure, trying to make him lower his arm. After a moment of resistance, he let you push the injured limb down to his side again. At this, he let out a large breath, and his face crumbled further.

               “I can’t do this Y/N,” he whispered forlornly. “I can’t even move my arm by myself most of the time. How am I ever going to box again?” His eyes dropped again as he tried to contain his growing despair. You tilted his chin up so that your gazes met again.

               “Bucky Barnes, you will box again. I refuse to lie and tell you it will be easy. It’s going to fucking suck for a while. But we’re going to get through this. You’re going to get through this. You just have to stay strong and do what the doctors tell you.” As you talked, your thumb stroked his injured shoulder where you had been holding it. His eyes fluttered shut at the sensation.

               “I almost forgot what that felt like,” he murmured. “I thought for a while I’d never feel it again.”

               “You’re starting to heal Bucky. Look how far you’ve come in a month. You went from not being able to feel or use your arm to having sensation again. And I know grabbing on to towels repeatedly may not seem like much, but that’s a big jump from not being able to do anything.” You said all of this with a soft smile which Bucky returned.

               “Ok,” he stated. “I’m going to do this.” His voice held conviction rather than sadness and a light had returned to his eyes. He leaned down and place his lips gently against yours. The kiss conveyed so much gratitude and hope between you both. He pulled back slightly, pressing his forehead to yours.

               “Thank you.”

               Bucky was determined. It was evident on his face. He was going to win this match. His punches grew stronger and faster. The combinations he threw were for higher points and more precise. Brock was able to land a few more light jabs to Bucky’s chest but you could see him begin to worry.

               6 months ago

               Bucky had been thriving in physical therapy. Dr. Cho had finally cleared him to begin boxing again. Steve had come over to the apartment to oversee Bucky’s first official day of training and to make sure he didn’t push himself too hard. When Steve arrived, you pushed him into the hallway outside of your door to talk to him. You double checked Bucky was still in your room, changing into workout clothes, before shutting the door.

               “I’m going to make this quick Rogers. The doctor said there might be some pain when he begins training again because of how long it’s been, but if you see him grimacing more than usual you make him stop. Got it?” you commanded with a stern expression. You knew Bucky was going to push himself as hard as possible, but you weren’t willing to let his stubbornness get in the way of his recovery. Steve vehemently agreed before you opened the door behind you to let him inside. As you were shutting it, Bucky emerged from your bedroom. When he saw Steve, the two embraced and patted each other on the back. Bucky made his way to you and wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you close. He had a large grin on his face.

               “Promise you’ll be careful?” you questioned worriedly. Bucky had made you promise not to come in during training, knowing you would fret over his every movement. He understood your fear of him reinjuring himself, but you also understood it would hinder his recovery at this stage.

               “I promise doll. I’ll go easy with it today,” he reassured you with a squeeze and a brief peck on the lips. After the two men retreated into the at home gym, you went to sit out on the balcony to try and relax, but also to avoid hearing Bucky train. An hour later, a hand nudged you awake. You had fallen asleep at some time during the hour. Steve now stood above you with a grin. You shot up from your chair looking around for Bucky. Steve interrupted before you were able to ask questions.

               “He did great,” Steve informed you. “He didn’t push it too hard and worked hard on keeping his form correct instead of hitting hard. We mainly worked on that left hook of his. He’s inside grabbing an ice pack like the doctor told him too.” A heavy sigh of relief left you at Steve’s explanation. You made your way back through the door and saw Bucky sitting on the couch icing his shoulder with an enormous grin on his face. He had done it.

               Brock was in serious trouble. He could no longer keep up with Bucky’s hits. He tried to duck out of the way or block the punches, but Bucky was too fast. More hits were landing on Brock’s face and the man was starting to look dazed.

               1 month ago

               Bucky sat next to you in a chair in Tony’s large office. The club owner had called you both down to the gym that morning with an excited tone. It wasn’t the first time you had been back to the gym with Bucky since the injury. In the last couple of months, Bucky had moved his training back to the boxing gym and out of the home gym. He had improved immensely in that time and was sparring every day. Today was supposed to be an off day focused on recovery from an intense week of training, but Tony had insisted you come to the gym.

               Tony cleared his throat before he began.

               “So, I booked you a fight,” He stated simply. Bucky’s eye lit up at Tony’s declaration and began rapidly asking for details.

               “Slow down tin man,” Tony said. “His name is Brock Rumlow. The fight will be at a regional level and in about a month. We’ll hold it here to give you a home field advantage.”

               At Tony’s explanation, Bucky began laughing. It was a hearty laugh you hadn’t heard much of in the last year and a half.

               “I’m going to fight again? I’m going to fight again!” he yelled as he bolted up from his chair. “Y/N! I’m going to box again!” As you stood up to join his celebration, he wrapped his arms around you and swept you off your feet. He spun you around as he laughed, happiness and excitement surrounding him. When he placed you back on your feet, your eyes met.

               “You’re going to box again!”

               Brock was getting desperate. His latest punch had been dangerously close to illegal and you could tell he had been trying to get in a kidney punch to slow Bucky down. Bucky grunted, but then delivered a perfect left hook to Brock’s temple. Brock dropped. He laid unmoving on the ground as the official counted to ten. When he reached the final number, he grabbed Bucky’s left arm and raised it high in the air. The crowd erupted into cheers. You rushed to the edge of the ring where Coach Fury met you to let you through the ropes. After you climbed through, you raced to a waiting Bucky and jumped into his open arms. Your legs wrapped around his torso as he held you tight to him, burying his face into your shoulder. You felt a few happy tears wet your shoulder as you felt his smile there as well. He placed you down and you felt multiple sets of arms embrace the two of you. Nat, Steve, and Bruce had joined you huddle of excitement as they cheered for Bucky’s win. Tony stood off to the side speaking with Coach Fury, a smirk on his face.

               As the other stepped back, Bucky kissed you passionately. His lips crashed against yours, and his arms moved to your hips, pressing you against him harder. Your arms wrapped around his neck as your hands made their way to entwine with his hair. After a few moments, you pulled away from a smiling Bucky, a look of pride in both of your expressions.

               “You did it Bucky.”

               “No doll. We did it.”

#fic

[aka-indulgence]

.....(My dude, I can’t get this question out of my head...) What if She Alpha from my fic met AMitS Sans and TDtLU Black?

(Heyo Wz -uo what an interesting question you’ve sent me….)(also I hope I’m writing She-Alpha right here bhsebshens I did my best ;u;)

AMitS: Man, I’m gonna think she’d hate AMitS Sans with passion. I mean, I’ve seen how she is to Red in your fic and while AMitS Sans doesn’t exactly, er… Emit “Asshole Vibes”, he is dangerous, cunning, and always be’d looking for a way to slip the rug from under you. If say, they’d bump on the street, She-Alpha is someone Sans would not want to mess around with, since he’d think she’s more trouble for ‘business’ than what other things he could get from her… And if she’d known what he does her first thought would probably be to punch him square on the jaw, hahah.Now if she were to be in the position of the reader… Let’s say the murder didn’t trigger anything in her mind, and She-Alpha understands that fighting him right then and there wouldn’t be the best option to do. She goes away from the area rather than fleeing like how reader did, picking up a fight where it’s unnecessary will probably be more of a pain… She’d know that police won’t exactly help her either (perhaps, through experience…) And she goes home bitterly.Meanwhile, Sans starts to follow this firm, strong and “not-taking-your-bs” lady.I’d imagine the scene in the subway would be… Not exactly different on Sans’ part. I see She-Alpha as taller than AMitS reader since… She is smol… And Sans enjoys that very much… But he wouldn’t mind the taller stature. He’s still bigger and stronger physically (and magically) anyways. She wouldn’t notice him for awhile, and when she did, she’d absolutely face him head on, unlike reader who’d make herself look smaller and hope he didn’t notice her. Sans shrugs at her, saying a simple “hello,” and pretends not to know her just to get her teeth gritting. He’d grab her as soon as she tried to get away from him, dragging her close and stopping her from pulling any punches, saying things like “hey… we’re in public… don’t wanna cause commotion ‘r hurt other people here, do we..?”While Sans has fun ‘playing around’ with AMitS reader with overflowing confidence he’ll take her… Sans would press and coerce She-Alpha more, even possibly letting her go the first meeting, start a game that She-Alpha has absolutely no intentions in partaking in… Probably try to punch him a lot of times but Sans won’t fight her, he’d just keep avoiding any starts to a fight…(If they did fight, I think they’d be quite matched, like how she was in your fic… Except AMitS (Fell) Sans is more aware of the power that She-Alpha has and is in no rush to get in a fight with her…)

TDtLU: If She-Alpha wasn’t in reader’s position, it’d be kinda funny… I doubt She-Alpha’s going to get much swayed by a sea-dwelling monster. Black wouldn’t be as inclined to kill her as say, most other humans he’d encounter on land…  His biggest motivator are humans going wide eyed and running away from him or screaming at him… He hates that, he thinks it’s annoying… “rude…” They were the ones stepping into his territory in the first place. But She-Alpha..? She’d just take a look at him and go “… Ok,” and just ignore him like you would a seagull that’d just land. Unlike in TSatCS though, she’d understand he’s sentient because it is common knowledge in TDtLU that monsters are sentient. When Black climbs out the waters looking for his mate and sees a human… He’d go alert for a second until he recognizes She-Alpha’s face, and go “oh, it’s her.” He doesn’t mind her being in his territory at all, and she isn’t bothered either. Oddly enough… Her presence would be the second most calming thing to Black, because she’s relaxed with him… He won’t be like he is to reader, and he’s not hostile to her either so… Win-win.She-Alpha as reader, now…When she sees the figure on the pier, she’d tilt her head at him… Huh. A rare sight… Someone else other than her.She isn’t exactly… An emotional person in the way reader is, open, and asking if you’re ok… She doesn’t want to go to him at first, maybe she should just leave, it’s not her problem.… But she doesn’t leave for some reason. She curses at herself and she walks up to him and says something along the lines of “Hey… You ok, buddy?”Black is going to be very put off at how stiff she seemed, patting his back maybe a little too hard and not showing any smiles at him, seeming like she doesn’t want to be there at the moment. But she’ll try… She’d ask how he’s going, and she’d get the same answers as TDtLU reader did, she’d try to gently(?) comfort him… And eventually talk about how much she likes Skull Reef. Black is pretty amused at how stiff she seems… But she’s trying. She’s trying to help him out, even if she wasn’t ‘the best’ at it. He appreciates her a whole lot, and his soul melts at the earnest way she talks about Skull Reef. So he chases after her…When She-Alpha is on the boat and he chases after her like he did in TDtLU… I see her being in a bit of a shock, in a state of “What the fuck-” As opposed of TDtLU reader’s complete shock and freeze instinct. Black would be coming over to her with wide eyelights, saying how much he adored her and how much he wanted her… She alpha is strong physically but let’s assume she’s too much in a shock to react when Black comes over to her… He’d also see that she would be more effective in resisting him (than TDtLU reader) so he’d make it quick, grab her, and jump into the ocean.… She-Alpha is NOT happy when she wakes up at the sea floor in a cave being held down by skeletal hands and tentacles, and quickly getting blue-magicked when she tries to fight him off… The bone-cage would come much earlier with her, oh no;;;

#TSatCS #She-Alpha #ask #TDtLU #TDtLU asks #AMitS #AMitS ask #Well hello #What an interesting propesition #... She-alpha is not happy WHOOPS #also this got kinda long #-u-; #The Soldier and the Carnal Skeletons #writingisawarzone

[dammitdobrik]

Such a Pain | DAVID DOBRIK

Description: Your Soulmate David Dobrik was quite a pain in the ass, both literally and figuratively. A Soulmate AU where you and your true love feel each others' pain and receive each others'  injuries.

Author's Note: This fic will heretofore be known as the Soulmate AU no one asked for but Phoebe wrote anyway because she wanted to. Let me know what ya'll think of this and your favorite Soulmate AU's because who knows I might just write another one ;)

Word Count: 5974

  The first time (Y/N) remembered ever being genuinely concerned about her soulmate’s wellbeing happened a year before they ever met.

She was walking across the campus of USC to her next class when she gasped and dropped her phone with a scream of pain.

The students who flooded the sidewalk at that time of day all turned to stare at (Y/N) as she dropped to her knees and clutched her hand tightly to her chest.

She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip to stop from crying out again, not wanting to make a bigger scene than she already had.  A sharp stabbing pain reverberated throughout her palm and made it feel as if every nerve were on fire.

“Hey are you alright?” someone asked, squatting down next to her.

She shook her head. “I don’t know my hand-,” (Y/N) gasped out, gritting her teeth.  “-fuck it really hurts.” She pulled it even tighter against her chest as another wave of pain hit her.

They placed a hand gently on her wrist and tapped it. “C’mon let me have a look. I’m a student at the med school here I can help.”

Letting out a shaky breath, (Y/N) opened her eyes and pressed her wrist into his touch so he could examine it. As he gently tugged it away and she unclenched her fingers, (Y/N) was able to get a good look at the injury for the first time.

There was a deep cut running along the palm of her hand from her thumb all the way down across to the base of her inner wrist. It was bleeding profusely. And with a quick glance down to where her hand had been pressed into her chest, (Y/N) realized that her one white shirt was now ruined.

“You’re definitely gonna need stiches,” he said only after a moment of examination. ‘Maybe even a brace to protect it for a bit.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded his head. “You can go ahead and thank your soulmate for this one.”

Until that point, (Y/N)’s soulmate hadn’t given her any injures quite like this one. She used to get scraps on her knees when she was younger and the occasional scratch on the arm from him, but nothing too serious that she had any need to worry.

But this, this was different. This was the first injury she’d received from him that required medical attention.

(Y/N) hoped he was okay; and while she was sitting in the ER later that afternoon waiting to have her hand stitched up, began to think of every scenario possible that could’ve lead to such an injury.

  The first time (Y/N) saw her soulmates face was the night she’s pretty sure he got punched in the face.

She was hunched over her desk focusing solely on the textbook laid out open in front of her. She chewed on the end her pen absentmindedly, waiting for important information to jump out at her so she could write it down in her notes.

That’s when (Y/N)’s head jerked as her face contorted into a wince. A hiss escaped from between her teeth as she reached hand up to cover her mouth instinctively.

A dull pain radiated from her bottom lip and the taste of copper began to fill her mouth. (Y/N) tugged her lip down and picked up her phone to look at it in the reflection of the screen.

There was small cut on the inside of her lip that looked like it came from a harsh impact with her tooth.

The door to her dorm room opened and in came her roommate smelling lightly of alcohol and sweat.

“Hey,” she said, closing the door behind her. She tossed her keys and wallet down on her nightstand and collapsed onto her bed with a thump. “Have you seriously been studying this whole time?” she asked, turning her head to glance at (Y/N). “Wait what are you doing?”

(Y/N) put her phone down and let go her lip, rubbing it lightly. “I think my soulmate might be an asshole.”

“Huh?”

“I’m pretty sure he just got punched in the face,” (Y/N) said, showing her roommate her middle and index finger which were covered lightly in blood from her lip.

Her roommate laughed. “Speaking of assholes,” she said, sitting up on her bed, “-you’re never going to guess who I saw at the party tonight.”

“Who?”

“David Dobrik.”

(Y/N) furrowed her brows and spun her desk chair around to fully face her roommate, her chemistry textbook now long forgotten. “Who?” she repeated.

“You know, the Youtuber? He used to be pretty big on Vine.”

(Y/N) smiled grimly and shook her head. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

She let out a breath of exasperation. “He’s the guy you hear about on campus all the time. Him and friends are the one who show up to all the parties and film people doing crazy shit.”

“Ohhhhhh.” Now that rung a bell. (Y/N) definitely knew who she was talking about now.

David and his friends were a bit of local USC legend. She’d never actually seen them or watched any of their videos because (Y/N) was, as her roommate so nicely put it, a fucking nerd who spent way too much time studying and needed to let loose more.

“Yea. I heard a bunch of screaming coming from another room and when I went to check it out I saw him with his black hat and camera filming his friend making out with a bunch of girls.”

(Y/N) cringed and swiveled her chair back around to get back to work. “Gross.”

“Yea I know.” The bed creaked as her roommate stood up and walked over to (Y/N), slamming her textbook closed.

“Hey!” she yelped in surprise, jerking her hand away before it got crushed. “What was that for?”

“It’s 2 am (Y/N). You’ve been at this for hours I think you’ve done enough,” her roommate said. “I’m gonna take a shower, and when I come back you better be in bed. Okay?”

“But I-“

She pointed at her bed. “Sleep.”

They glared challengingly at each other for a moment, (Y/N) sighing in defeat when she realized her roommate wasn’t ever going to back down.

“Fine,” she conceded, a wave of fatigue hitting her like that punch her soulmate got to the face.

While her roommate was in the shower (Y/N) changed into her pajamas and pulled her (Y/H/C) hair away from her face then hoped into bed, only slightly begrudgingly.

She was sleepy, but not tired enough to pass out just then. It only took a moment of staring at her dimmed phone screen for (Y/N)’s curiosity to get the best of her.

She opened the Youtube app and searched up David Dobrik’s channel.

For the next the hour while her roommate took one of her notoriously long showers (Y/N) watched his vlogs on autoplay. They came on one after another, and she watched in amusement as a few people she knew from her classes made appearances in his clips from parties at USC.

As the sun got closer to rising in the East, her quiet laughs began to come less and less frequently as her eyelids became heavy with sleepiness. She let out a yawn and clicked her phone off for the night just before her roommate came back in from the bathroom.

And if (Y/N) wasn’t so tired that night from hours of studying chemistry, she probably would’ve gone back in his vlogs far enough to watch David cut his hand open with a wine bottle in the exact same place it had happened to her.

And if (Y/N) wasn’t so busy with school from that point on, she probably would’ve watched the vlog he posted the next day titled I GOT HIT IN THE FACE!! AMBULANCE CALLED!!, and realized that David Dobrik might be her soulmate.

But she was tired, and was busy with school, so (Y/N) did neither of those things.

They’d meet eventually, but the night David got punched in the face wasn’t that day.

  The first time (Y/N) met David Dobrik she had no idea that he was her soulmate.

It was the final day of her sophomore year of college, and she was out celebrating with her roommate after having taken their last exams.

(Y/N) had agreed to go with her to one of the many parties being hosted on campus that night, and 15 minutes after leaving her dorm room realized that she would never agree to such a thing again.

She knew that USC was a party school, and that parties at any college could get crazy, but she was in no way near prepared to experience it firsthand.

(Y/N) learned that night that she hated the smell of tequila and that the quietest place to run off to at a frat party was the back yard.

The bass from the speakers that were blasting some random Top 40’s hit track seemed to literally be shaking the walls of the house as she opened the back door and stepped into the fenced off yard.

(Y/N) took in a deep breath of fresh air, hoping to purge her nose of the smell of alcohol. She rubbed her grimy hands against the tight sequined skirt she was wearing and walked further into the yard to sit in one of the outdoor chairs that surrounded a dirty glass table.

It was comforting to know that wherever you went, the same hard metal chairs with minimum cushioning and square foggy glass table would always be in everyone’s back yard.

She sat down with a sigh and wiped a stray strand of hair away from her face. She tilted her head back and looked up at the starless, monochromatic black blob of sky that was above LA. The humidity of the air was almost suffocating.

(Y/N) turned her head at the sound of the patio door sliding open, the music from inside bursting out into the somewhat quiet night air before the door was shut again.

A boy wearing black jeans, a black t shirt, and black hat with tufts of curly hair sticking up from underneath appeared holding a professional looking camera. His face and boyish looking grin that he flashed at (Y/N) seemed very familiar, and it only took a second for it to hit her that this was the infamous David Dobrik.

“Is it okay if I sit?” he asked, gesturing with his free hand to the chair across from hers at the table.

(Y/N) lifted her back up to its normal position and nodded her head. “Go ahead.”

He gave her a quick thank you before sitting down in the chair. They sat in silence for a while, (Y/N) enjoying the weight lifted off her shoulders from the end of exams while David went through his camera footage.

He glanced up at her every now and then as if expecting her to say something, but looked back down at his camera screen quickly when she turned to look at him.

“Yes I know who you are,” (Y/N) said after he did it for the 5th time.

David’s eyes looked up from his camera in surprise.  “I never asked if you did.”

An amused smile graced her lips as she raised an eyebrow. “Yea well, you weren’t asking very loudly.”

He chuckled and clicked a button on his camera to turn it off, putting on the table between them. “Sorry I’m just- well if people don’t greet me because they know who I am they almost always ask about the camera with the microphone on top of it. You did neither so…” David trailed off, shrugging his shoulders.

“What are you doing out here anyway?” she asked. “Shouldn’t you be in there filming some crazy montage or something?”

“I already have enough footage for one” he said with a smile, “- and I don’t have a lot of battery left so I’m saving it for the all the dumb shit my friends are gonna do in about an hour when they’re drunk off their asses.”

David leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, running a hand through his hair as he took off his hat and set it on the table. The weird shadow that had been casted on his face from it disappeared giving (Y/N) a good view of the light stubble that ran along his jaw.

“So what about you?” he asked, tilting his head to look at her, then repeated her earlier question teasingly. “What are you doing out here anyway?”

(Y/N) shrugged her shoulders and began to pick at her nails which rested in her lap. “My roommate took me out to celebrate taking our last final, but it took me coming to party to realize that I don’t quite like them.”

“They aren’t my favorite thing either, but I do like the stories they bring so I can always suck it for a few hours in the name of good content.”

“You mean clickbait?”

“Same difference.”

They both let out a laugh at that, then settled into a comfortable silence as it echoed off into the night sky.

Soft smiled adorned their faces as they held each other’s’ gaze. (Y/N)’s heart began to beat loudly in her ears as it thumped against her chest.

But if you were to have asked her what that meant she would’ve said it was because she downed a cup of lukewarm beer only 20 minutes prior.

David’s phone rang then, disrupting the trance.

He smiled sheepishly at her and muttered a quick apology before answering.

“Hello? Heath? Wait he’s doing what?”

A loud cheer erupted from inside the house at that moment, and (Y/N) knew that it probably had something to do with what David was talking to Heath about on the phone.

He stood up out of the chair quickly and grabbed his camera. “Be right there,” he said then hung up.

David turned to run back inside but stopped in his tracks right before reaching the door. He turned his head for one last look at (Y/N).

“Y’know, I never did get your name.” He had that confidant, boyish grin back on that always made people bend to his every whim.

“(Y/N),” she said with a smile. “It was nice meeting you David.”

He nodded his head. “You too (Y/N). Duty calls.” He held his camera up as another cheer came from inside the house and went inside without so much as a goodbye.

It wasn’t until he and his friends had already left that (Y/N) realized David left his hat with her.

  The first time (Y/N) and David could’ve found out that they were soulmates happened when they met for a second time.

Classes for her junior year of college had just started a week prior, and (Y/N) was still getting back into the swing of things.

That included remembering to set her alarm so she was up in time for her noon lecture.

(Y/N) was in such a rush having woken up late that she was shoving her notebook and pencils and pens into her bag as she sped walked out of her off campus apartment and onto the street towards her car which was parked a little ways down the road.

That was one of the downsides about not living in a dorm room anymore, the fact that she now had to drive to class instead of just walking. And since USC was in LA and she wasn’t a millionaire, (Y/N) couldn’t afford an apartment that came with parking so she spent at least 15 minutes a day wandering the streets trying to remember where she left her car.

(Y/N) turned around a particularly sharp corner, not watching where she was going, and let out a squeal of surprise as she colliding with someone and knocked her head against their chin.

They both stumbled back with a wince as (Y/N) dropped all her belongings onto the sidewalk.

“Oh shit sorry I’m- here let me help,” a familiar voice said, then leaned down to start gathering the papers before the wind blew them away.

“No it’s fine it’s my fault I wasn’t watching where I was going,” she said doing the same.

(Y/N) stood up straight looked forward right as they did the same and held up the papers they’d gathered.

Her lips parted in surprise at the sight of thier face. “David?”

He squinted his eyes and tilted his head a bit. “(Y/N)?”

If either of them had been paying more attention to the pain they felt from running into each other, they might’ve realized right then that were soulmates.

(Y/N) didn’t think about the pain she felt on her chin even though she’d done nothing to injure it. She didn’t realize that it came from David’s chin knocking into her head.

David didn’t think about the pain he felt on top of his head even though he’d done nothing to injure it. He didn’t realize that it came from (Y/N)’s head knocking into his chin.

And because of that, they went right on talking.

David grinned as look of remembrance overcame his face. “We met at a party a few months ago didn’t we? At USC?”

She nodded her head, taking the papers from him and shoving them into her bag with the others carelessly. The corner of (Y/N)’s lips tugged upwards. “I’m surprised you remember,” she said with a laugh.

He ignored that comment and pursed his lips, hesitating for a moment before asking, “Are you doing anything right now?”

(Y/N) checked her watch and scrunched her nose when she saw the time. “Well I’m supposed to be in physics lecture but seeing as I’m now half an hour late…” she paused and looked back up at David, “No. I’m not doing anything.”

She furrowed her brows at him suspiciously. “Why?”

“I’m actually on my way to get lunch with Matt, Carly, and Erin,” he said, gesturing vaguely in the direction he was heading before they knocked into each other. “You wanna come?”

She repeated herself. “Why?”

David seemed a little taken back by that. “I don’t know you seem pretty cool and I,” he stuttered lamely.

“Yes” (Y/N) interrupted, surprising even herself. “I’ll go.” She gave him a gentle smile. “Thanks for inviting me.”

He nodded his head with a relived smile. “No problem, it’s the least I could do considering how I just kinda ran off last time.”

David gestured for her follow him and they started the trek to the restaurant, arms brushing against each other every few steps. “I think you’re really gonna like them, my friends I mean.”

  The first time (Y/N) thought she and David might be soulmates happened when he wanted redbull.

At that point they had been friends for almost 4 months. (Y/N) had made a few appearances in his vlogs, but she didn’t consider herself a regular because she was so busy with school a majority of the time.

Anytime David decided to go to USC for footage she accompanied him and helped them figure out where the parties were and how to get there. When he was done shooting and his friends wanted to continue partying, they’d do what they did the first time they met and sneak off somewhere quiet to enjoy each other company and talk.

(Y/N) definitely had a crush on David. That much she’d admit.

He was so much fun to be around, and he always managed to make her laugh. They could talk for hours about anything and everything and never grow bored of each other. His smile was contagious, and just being in the same room as him gave her an energy that made (Y/N) think she could take on an army emptyhanded.

It was intoxicating.

And that was a bit of problem, because for all (Y/N) knew at that point, David wasn’t her soulmate. And she was starting to worry about what would happen when she finally met him, if what she felt for David would just go away.

And her biggest problem was that she didn’t want it to, because she loved the feeling she got around David. She could live off it, and never tire of it.

She’d always go straight to his house on Thursday’s after her last class of the week, and hang out with him while he gathered last minute footage for his Friday vlog or simply edited what he already had.

On this Thursday, David already had enough footage for his Friday vlog. He shot with Howie Mandel earlier in the week and had leftover clips of him that he didn’t use in the previous vlog to put in.

(Y/N) was sitting on the couch in David’s living room watching reruns of Parks and Recreation with Zane, Natalie, Jason, and Todd while the owner of the house finished editing his video a few feet away.

Right as the show cut to commercial David shut his laptop with a groan and threw his back against the cushions. “I’m getting some redbull.”

“Hold on let me CNN on the phone,” (Y/N) said in a dramatic voice, pulling out her phone. “They’re never gonna believe this.”

A resounding chuckle erupted from around the room as David stood up off the couch.

“Haha very funny,” he said rolling eyes playfully, then went off into the kitchen.

“Hey,” Zane started, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Did I tell you abou-“

(Y/N) felt the pain in her side right before David’s yelled out from the kitchen, “Ow fuck!”

The way she sucked a breath in between her teeth and winced as her hand went to rub her side in an attempt to soothe the pain radiating from it went unnoticed by everyone around her because they all turned their heads towards the noise.

“You good Dave?” Natalie asked, ever the good friend.

He let out low groan and (Y/N) bit her bottom lip to stop from doing the same. Her side really hurt.

And when Jason asked David what happened, something in her already knew what he was gonna say because it was something everyone had done before in their life and never forgotten; it hurt almost as much as stepping on Legos barefoot.

“I ran my hip into the corner of the island,” he replied, coming into sight. He was holding his redbull in one hand while the other rubbed his side. “Makes me wanna baby proof this fucking house.”

(Y/N) sat up straighter and relaxed her face and body to look the part as if nothing were wrong.

While in reality, her mind was screaming almost as much as her hip was.

This had to be the most coincidental coincidence of all time. David Dobrik couldn’t be her soulmate... could he?

And the more she tried to convince herself that, the more (Y/N) realized that he just might be.

  The first time (Y/N) knew that David was her soulmate was the night Jason had her babysit Wyatt and Charley.

His ex-wife had a date with her boyfriend and asked Jason to watch after the kids for a night because she planned to spend the night at his house (awkward). Jason said yes, but one thing lead to another and he ended up having to go do something with David so (Y/N) graciously offered to watch over them for a few hours until he got back.

They were well behaved, and old enough to not be too much of a hassle. She made them dinner and cleaned up the kitchen before leaving them to their own devices.

When she went upstairs to check on them at 10:30, Charley and Wyatt were both already sound asleep in bed.

She watched TV downstairs for another hour until Jason got back.

He opened and closed the door quietly as to not wake the sleeping children. “Hey,” he said with a smile. “Were they okay?”

(Y/N) nodded her head with light laugh. “Yea perfect, way better than I was a kid I’m sure.”

She got up and turned the TV off then followed him into the kitchen to grab her keys and wallet. And maybe it was because Jason was a dad and old and wise and stuff that (Y/N) felt okay asking him the question that had been setting fire to her head for days at that point.

“Jason?” she asked, sounding a lot more timid then she wanted too.

“Hm?” He turned to look at her. “What’s up?”

“How do you-“ (Y/N) paused and licked her lips. “How do you know, like- for certain, that someone is your soulmate. Like I know there’s the whole pain thing but-“

“Hit yourself in the face,” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m being serious.”

“Me too.” He raised an eyebrow at her questioningly. “Did Scott never tell you the story of how he found out Kirsten was his soulmate?”

She shook her head.

Jason let out a laugh and smiled wistfully as if the memory were his own. “Well, you know they met at Coachella right? And after Scott talked to her for a few minutes he just, I don’t know, got this feeling that she was the one, so he hit himself in the face.”

An amused smile broke out on (Y/N)’s lips. “Seriously?”

“Mhm. And when he looked down to see that she was cursing and rubbing her nose, Scott knew then and there that Kirsten was the one.”

“In a weird way that’s oddly poetic.”

“I know. It’s literally my favorite story of all time.”

Jason studied her a moment then cleared his throat. “But seriously (Y/N), when you know you know. I like to think that the whole pain and injury thing is for the cynics and pessimists who need some kind of proof before taking a leap of faith with someone.

“If you think you’ve met them, then you probably have. There’s nothing quite like it, nothing comes close to it.”

(Y/N) wanted to ask about him about Marney, his ex-wife, because they were soulmates and they didn’t work out. She thought better of it though because honestly, she wasn’t ready to go down that road quite yet.

“So….Who is it?” he asked.

She furrowed her brows. “Who’s what?”

Jason rolled his eyes and gave her a pointed look. “Don’t play dumb with me, I’ve been around long enough to know how this works. You wouldn’t have asked that question if you hadn’t met someone you though had soulmate potential.”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to retort but let out a sigh and relaxed her shoulders. “Okay fine, I have, but I’m not telling you anything.”

“It’s David isn’t it?”

Her lips parted in shock. “How did- how did you know that?” she stammered out, unbelievably surprised.

“I didn’t until just now,” he admitted with a proud smile. He settled his lower back against the kitchen counter and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. “How long have you felt this way?”

(Y/N) eyed him suspiciously.

Jason held his hands up in surrender. “I won’t tell him anything, promise.”

She pursed her lips and looked down at floor in front of her feet, fingers playing with the hem of her shirt. “I’ve felt the way I do about him for almost 2 months. But the soulmate thing…” (Y/N) trailed off and looked up at Jason, “I just found out about that a few days ago.”

“How?”

“Remember when he ran into the island of his kitchen? I think-” she paused and shallowed harshly before continuing, “I felt it too. I’ve done it myself so I know what it feels like and…. and that was it. The pain I got in my side when he ran into it was that, I recognized it.”

It was quiet between them for a moment, the gravity of what (Y/N) said hung in the air.

“Do you want to know for sure?”

(Y/N) moved her gaze from the floor back up to him. “You mean right now?”

Jason nodded his head. “If you want to know why wait any longer? I can give you proof that David is or isn’t your soulmate in 2 sentences. Wanna hear them?”

Growing up, (Y/N) always imagined that her soulmate reveal would be something out of a Nicholas Sparks movie. She never pictured it happening in the kitchen of a divorced 40 year old who had two kids asleep 10 feet above their heads.

But life wasn’t a Nicholas Sparks movie, and (Y/N) couldn’t have another sleepless night before a test because she was too scared to face the truth.

So she bit her lip, closed her eyes, and nodded her head yes.

Jason hesitated a moment before speaking, the weight of what he was about to say was almost suffocating. “Two years ago for a bit, David and I started tossing wine bottles between us. He missed one and cut his hand so badly that we had to take him to the ER to get stitches.”

(Y/N) felt her heart skip a beat as something she’d been wondering for years had finally been answered. She finally knew who her soulmate was, and better yet, what the dumbass had been doing to get such a deep cut on his hand.

“So?” Jason asked timidly after a beat of silence passed.

She opened her eyes with a soft smile and looked at him, her finger absentmindedly tracing the scar that ran against her palm from the stitches she’d needed there.

Not able to speak quite yet, (Y/N) just nodded her head.

Another beat of silence. “What are you gonna do?” he asked quietly.

She snorted and gave him a pointed look. “Well I can tell you what I won’t be doing, I won’t be slapping myself in the face.”

“Hey it was only a suggestion!”

  The first time David knew (Y/N) was his soulmate was when he accidentally shot her with a paintball gun.

She hadn’t wanted him to find out that way, with a paint bullet to the leg. She planned on telling him, really, but there just never seemed to be a good time to break the news.

What was (Y/N) supposed to do? Just walk up to David and say Hey guess what? We’re supposed to spend the rest of our lives together and get married and have kids and stuff isn’t that cool?

No. Only someone stupidly impulsive like Todd would ever do such a thing.

There would be a time when the stars aligned to create the perfect moment, just like the sight of David’s paintball gun aligned perfectly with Todd’s leg then.

There was this new thing David did where he’d give someone $100 and in return they had to agree to let him shoot them once anytime throughout the week with his paintball gun.

This week, Todd took the bait.

And today, David took his shot.

“Hey Todd!” he called out, coming out from his hiding spot in the hallway.

Todd whipped his head around, and the rest seemed to go in slow motion.

David took the shot, not seeing that (Y/N) was standing directly behind Todd because they were previously having a conversation.

Todd, so used to getting shot by this point, had honed his reflexes and jumped to side with almost super human speed.

(Y/N) and David both let out a yelp of pain as the paint bullet spattered onto her jeans. The gun clattered to floor and they both reached their hands down instinctively towards their leg.

Everyone went silent. Their eyes darted between the two of them with wide eyes.

“David…” (Y/N) said slowly, standing up straight. Her heart stopped as their eyes met. She opened her mouth to continue but couldn’t get any words out. Not knowing what to say, she looked at Jason for help, which didn’t go unnoticed by David.

“Wait.” He paused and looked at Jason then (Y/N), and she just knew that her eyes were betraying all their secrets. “You knew?”

(Y/N) was never good with emotions and reading people. She was always better at science and reading data from lab reports.

That’s what made sense to her, science. Not emotion. Not the look on David’s face. Not the feeling of dread that welled up in her stomach at his continued silence. Not the urge to cry she was suddenly hit with and fought off with all she had.

Having no idea what to say or what to do, (Y/N) went with her gut instinct and pushed passed everyone to get to the front door; and she didn’t take a second to breathe and calm herself down until she was already in her car coasting down the freeway.

She wondered if soulmates sharing pain extended past physical too emotional as well if it were strong enough.

She held herself together.

  The first time both David and (Y/N) knew with absolute certainty that they were each other’s true love happened when they kissed.

It started to rain on the way home back to her apartment. Of course it did.

When (Y/N) walked up to the entrance of her apartment building already soaking wet from having walked to it from her car in the rain, David was already there, also soaking wet. Of course he was.

They stood there in silence with three feet of space between them, staring at each other as rain continued to pour down from the heavens. Of course they did.

“How did you…” she trailed off, confused as to how he got there first considering she left before him.

“Tesla.” Was all David said, as if that answer alone could solve all the world’s problems.

He reached up and pinched his arm then smiled wryly as (Y/N) began to rub hers in the same spot with a hiss. “Sorry, just wanted to check,” he said.

Another moment of silence passed between.

David, realizing that (Y/N) wasn’t to talk, sighed defeatedly. He took a small step closer to her. “(Y/N) why did you- why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say anything?”

She shrugged her shoulders lamely and wiped some water of her face. “I don’t know Dave I just- I couldn’t figure how.” Her (Y/E/C) eyes met his as she said, “You have to admit it’s not the easiest topic to bring up.”

“How long have you known?”

“Three weeks.”

“And are you happy?”

(Y/N) pushed a wet string of hair behind her ear. “About what? About you being my soulmate?”

David nodded his head.

She snorted and smiled at him in disbelief. “Of course I am David. Why wouldn’t I be? You’re- at one point I liked you so much that I was beginning to worry what would happen when I met my soulmate because I was so scared of having to give you up.”

His expression softened at that, and (Y/N) felt her chest warm against the chilled rain pelting them from above.

“Are you happy?” she asked, heart hammering against her chest in anticipation. “That I’m your soulmate?”

David exhaled deeply like a weight was lifted off his chest. A smile broke out across his face. “(Y/N) I’m so damn grateful that it’s you. I can’t imagine it being anyone else.”

A crack of thunder sounded overhead as he reached out and pulled her face forward to meet his lips in a searing kiss.

His eyelashes brushed against her cheek along with falling raindrops as (Y/N) threaded her hands through his wet hair and kissed him back immediately with just as much intensity.

Anything that wasn’t able to be put into words was put it into that kiss.

And at that moment, there was no longer any shadow of doubt in either of their minds about being each other’s true love.

Because that kiss? It was everything.

Absolutely everything.

#David Dobrik #david Dobrik x reader #david Dobrik imagine #david dobrik fanfiction #vlog squad #Soulmate au #fanfiction #off

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30. “Is that blood?”

Prompt fic for @olivebranchesandredwine

(David/Patrick, hurt/comfort with minor injuries, rated T)

“Patrick?” 

Patrick swore under his breath at the sound of David’s voice. He’d told him not to come over; he should have known David would pay no attention, that he’d use his spare set of keys and let himself in no matter what.

“Patrick? Are you home?”

It was useless, but Patrick shut his eyes and waited, staving off the inevitable. David’s voice came closer, higher and more anxious every time he called out. “Patrick! I know you’re here. I can see your wallet on the counter and your hockey gear all over the place and oh my god, is that blood?!”

Patrick gave up. “In here,” he said, muffled through the washcloth full of ice he was pressing to his face, and three seconds later the bathroom door was flung open and the light switch flipped on. He squinted up at David’s shocked expression as he took it all in.

“You should see the other guy,” Patrick told him, and tried to laugh.

*

He’d expected a lot of keyed-up fluttering dramatics, but David turned out to be surprisingly calm and practical. Within a few minutes he had Patrick stripped to the waist and sitting up on the toilet seat so he could tend to his wounds and bruises and make sure none of them warranted a trip to the ER. The cut across the bridge of Patrick’s nose was deep and messy, but that was the worst of it; once it was cleaned up and bandaged, he looked a lot less dire.

“I don’t think it’s broken,” David said doubtfully, probing gently around Patrick’s eye sockets, pressing cool strong fingertips into his cheekbones while Patrick tipped his face up dutifully and tried to hold still. “You’re going to have two black eyes tomorrow, though, I bet. What about your ribs?” His hands moved down to feel Patrick’s chest, his sides, and Patrick shuddered and tried not to groan.

“They hurt,” he admitted. “But I’m pretty sure they’re just...sore. Not cracked.”

“Yeah?” David looked unconvinced. He put one hand on Patrick’s lower ribs and the other on his back. “Breathe in really deep,” he instructed, watching Patrick’s face as he did it. “Okay, you’re probably right, I think you’re okay. Are you gonna tell me what happened? Whose ass do I need to go kick?”

Patrick tried not to laugh out loud at the idea of David trying to kick anyone’s ass, partly because it might hurt David’s feelings, mostly because laughing was too painful. “It was just...you know. Shinny can get kind of rough sometimes. Tempers run hot, punches get thrown…”

David leaned back, narrowed his eyes at him, and raised one skeptical eyebrow. “Uh huh. What are you not telling me?”

He was getting good at that. Too good. “Okay, fine, it wasn’t a fight,” Patrick admitted. “I was showing off, skating backwards, and I tripped over someone’s glove and went flying into a tree by the side of the pond.”

Both of the eyebrows were up now. “A tree,” David said, as if unsure whether to be amused or alarmed. “So, when you said I should see the other guy…”

“Oh, that tree’s regretting it now. Pretty sure I left a dent. Or at least some blood. Definitely a mark.”

David frowned. “How hard did you hit it? Were you wearing a helmet at the time?”

“Yes, and I’m not concussed,” Patrick assured him. “The other guys were great—they wouldn’t have let me drive myself home if they’d thought I had a head injury. Just a messed-up face and a bruised chest. And a pretty banged-up ego,” he confessed, because it really had been hellishly embarrassing. His first time out on the ice since moving to Schitt’s Creek, too; he’d probably never live it down.

“Mmm, I think I have a treatment for that,” David said, pulling Patrick to his feet and leading him out of the room. “We’re going to have to get you out of the rest of those clothes, though. Or are you more in the mood for tea and sympathy right now?”

“No, I definitely think I could use some...some clothes-off treatment,” Patrick said, because the way David had been handling him was doing a very good job of distracting him from the pain. “Can it be administered, uh, orally, maybe?”

“Well. I’m not that experienced in the field of sports ego medicine,” David told him, guiding him gently down onto the bed and opening his jeans, kissing a trail down Patrick’s belly as his hands slid lower. “It might require some, hmm, internal application as well? Lie back and relax; we’ll have to see.”

#fic prompts #schitts creek #hurt comfort #patrick is a kicked puppy

[cherylblsom]

A Phoenix & Her Fire

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(A/N): Hey hey guess who’s back with another fic ;) its sadder this time im sorry aah. Part two is currently in the works so dont worry i wont leave you hanging! Hopefully that’ll be up later this week :)

Pairing: Cheryl Blossom x Toni Topaz

Word Count: 2,176

Warnings: TW; canon suicide attempt, swearing, emotional??

Summary: Cheryl aches to be reunited with JayJay which winds her in the emergency room. ((The attempt takes place later than it does in the show & Cheryl and Toni are already dating at this point))

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Cheryl’s fist hits the ice again causing a slight crack but not enough to break it. She lets out a huff of anger and tries once more, determined to break through and plunge into the icy depths of Sweetwater River. Tears stream down her face and freeze to her cheeks in the cold weather. Every inch of her feels numb and frozen but she’s determined to be reunited with JayJay. Her knuckles are starting to bleed as she hits the frozen river again creating another satisfying crack. She hears a faint noise in the distance almost like her name being called, a sob shakes her body as she tries to push away the illusion. It’s not as if anyone would come to save her. But she hears it again and reluctantly lifts her head, a wave of panic hits her when she sees Veronica standing at the edge of the river with Betty, Jughead and Archie behind her.

“Cheryl.” Veronica calls again “just come to the shore and we’ll figure this out together okay? Please”

Cheryl pauses for a second, she knows Veronica cares about her after all that’s why Cheryl texted her goodbye. But the others haven’t shown an inch of caring about her ever and she’s fairly certain Veronica Lodge of all people isn’t going to miss her one bit. Cheryl chokes out another sob as she’s hit with a wave of pain at the thought of Toni, her girl. She lurches forward gulping for air and trying to push her sobs away, her hand smacks the ice hard and she wishes for once things could make sense. The ice unexpectedly caves in under her and she lets out a strained scream as she drops into the icy water below. Her lungs fill with water instantly and for a second it almost feels nice to lose control. Her eyes fly open and maybe it’s just a hallucination but Jason’s body is suddenly reaching out to her. Cheryl’s arms and legs flail in attempt to move away from him which only pushes her further into the current.

Archie is pushing past Veronica and running across the ice the second Cheryl’s body drops into the water. Veronica panics and follows right on his heels, when she reaches Archie he’s frantically sweeping away snow attempting to find where Cheryl is now. He swears and keeps moving around desperate to save the redhead.

“Archie. Here” Veronica yells panicked and within seconds he’s kneeling down smashing the ice above Cheryl and pulling her up. His fist is bleeding heavily but he lifts the soaking Vixen in his arms and stumbles back to the shore. Archie lays Cheryl down and desperately attempts to get her to cough up the water she’s inhaled. Veronica swears while struggling to dial 911 with her frozen fingers which causes Betty to rush to her side and help.

When the group stumbles into the ER in a panic the nurses waste no time in rushing Cheryl to the back. There’s chaos and yelling all over and Veronica stumbles over to a chair trying to take deep breaths. “Someone- someone needs-“ she tries to force out.

“Shh breathe, what is it V?” Betty asks, walking over and soothingly rubbing circles into her best friend’s shoulder.

Veronica lets out another shaky breath “call Toni, she- she needs to be here”

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Jughead curses while fishing in his pocket for his phone. “Why didn’t we immediately think of that oh god. I’m on it guys” he punches in her contact and lifts his phone to his ear. The phone rings three agonizingly long times before she picks up.

“Jones!! You know I’m on shift right? To what do I owe the pleasure?” her voice cheerfully answers.

Jughead swallows the lump in his throat and says slowly “don’t freak out. But we’re at the hospital and you need to get here right away.”

Toni’s heart race increases as her eyes roam the Whyte Wyrm trying to figure out if any of her serpent family is missing. And then it hits her. “Oh god. Fuck. Tell me it isn’t Cheryl. It’s not her right?” She says frantically, already reaching for her bag and motorcycle keys. Jughead is silent on the other end. “JONES. What the fuck? It’s not her right? Fangs was just messing around again and and...” she trails off as she spots Fangs near the bar, her breathing starts to get harsher.

“Toni... I’m sorry.” He chokes out “just hurry okay? She’s in emergency”. Toni hangs up and throws her phone in her bag while sprinting across the parking lot to her bike.

Toni runs through the door of the ER with such force she practically knocks over the young nurse in the way but swerves around her at the last second. “What happened? Who the fuck hurt her? Who did this?”

“Toni...sit down” Veronica says gently while walking over and guiding the pink haired girl into a seat. She kneels in front and looks up at her.

“Just fucking tell me so I can go after whoever the fuck touched her” she says, she’s visibly shaking and Veronica lays a hand on her knee trying to calm her.

“She- uhm... Toni we found her at Sweetwater River, she was on the ice trying to break through...”

“I... I don’t understand���

“She was trying to drown herself... she said she wanted to be with Jason again.” Veronica says, her voice cracking mid sentence.

Toni freezes, her vision going fuzzy and her head spinning. She grips the arm of the seat and can feel herself shaking harder, she lets out a soft whimper since she’s unable to talk. Veronica stands abruptly, steadying Toni as she sways forward. “Breathe. Shhh. Betty can you get some water? Toni hey hey listen to me. Take a deep breath” she soothes.

“Did- did they say what’s going on right now?” Toni stutters over each word and then looks up at the four expectantly and reaches for the water from Betty.

“They’re trying to stabilize her” Archie says.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Toni bites back.

“Her breathing and vitals I guess” Archie breaks off, swallowing hard. “She ingested a lot of water. I tried...oh god Toni I tried to get her to cough it all up but she was unconscious almost immediately after coughing up the first bit and she was so cold. She was barley breathing when we got her here.”

Toni’s head starts to spin again and she falls back in her seat, Veronica grabs the water from her placing it down and moving closer to the serpent. Toni whimpers louder this time and soon she’s choking out sobs and pushing past Veronica to get to the trash can. Despite there being barley anything in her stomach she throws up and grips the sides so tightly her knuckles turn white. Veronica is beside her again within seconds, and despite not having a very close relationship with the raven haired girl she turns and sinks into her shoulder. Veronica rubs up and down her arm trying to soothe the serpent as her sobs shake her whole body. “I can’t lose her...” Toni mumbles through her sobs.

Veronica lays her head on top of Toni’s and hugs her a bit tighter “I know...” she replies gently. “But she’s a fighter, always has been”. Toni nods slightly in agreement and stays pressed to Veronica desperately trying to find any sort of comfort and hope she can in the situation.

“Is there an Antoinette Topaz here?” A nurse calls out, Toni lifts her head and attempts to stand up but she stumbles into the wall and steadies herself against it.

“Here, I’m here” she says, wiping at her face trying to clear the tear stains. “What is it? Can I see her?”

The nurse sighs and says “Not yet. But you’re listed as Miss Blossom’s emergency contact and we just needed to make sure you’re here. Are you a blood relative?”

“No. I’m her girlfriend actually”

“I see. Well usually we ask for a family member to-“

“Ma’am I assure you that you’re looking at her family right here. If I’m her contact why does it matter?” Toni cuts in, her eyes shooting daggers at the nurse.

“It’s just I’ve never dealt with a case that wasn’t a fami- or uhm relative. But I suppose you’re right. We will notify you when Miss Blossom is in a condition that allows visitors” she nods and walks away briskly as she jots down something on her clip board. Toni leans heavily on the wall and closes her eyes, a sigh shakily escapes her lips.

“Toni?” She hears Betty’s soft voice. “Do you maybe want to go home and change? We could grab some food too.”

“No” she snaps, the word coming out harsher than she meant. “I’m not leaving her.” Toni’s eyes flicker open, making contact with the blonde

“I.. I know you don’t want to. But Cheryl needs you to have your strength. Atleast come put on something warmer you look like you’re freezing.”

“Betty. The only one I’m worried about right now is Cheryl. I’m fine”

“Atleast let the boys go get some coffee and maybe Betty or I can run and get you a sweater” Veronica pipes in.

“C’mon Topaz, you know Cheryl will kill us all if we don’t at least try to take care of you” Jughead says, stepping closer to Toni.

Toni lets out a snort “yeah whatever Jones”

“She really loves you ya know? I don’t think I’ve seen her as happy as she is with you since before Jason died. Even then, I think you bring a light to her she’s been missing for a long time” he says, smiling softly at her.

“Yeah... I know” Toni replies as she fights back her tears “I love her too”

It seems like hours pass before any of them hear anything, Veronica is drifting off laying on Betty’s shoulder and Betty is mindlessly scrolling through her social media when the nurse walks out. She eyes Toni and strides up to her. “Miss Blossom can have visitors now. Room C-141. They’ve managed to stabilize her and get all the water out of her lungs. She should wake up soon.”

Toni is already out of her seat and hurriedly walking down the hallway, the nurse is trying to catch-up with her but gives up after a few more strides and turns back to the main desk.

Toni’s heart just about stops when she walks in and see’s Cheryl with her fiery hair splayed across the bed and a fresh cut trailing from her chin down her neck. Toni marvels at how Cheryl still somehow looks effortlessly beautiful even when hooked up to an oxygen machine. If she’s being honest with herself she expected to be angry. Angry with Cheryl for thinking she could leave this world and Toni behind, angry that Cheryl doesn’t realize her own strength but mostly angry at herself for letting Cheryl get to this point. Instead her heart shatters when she see’s Cheryl lying there with her chest softly rising and falling. She pulls up a chair and reaches for the redhead’s hand. For a moment she doesn’t know what to say, she just takes in the fact that her girl is breathing and alive.

“I’m sorry... Cher I’m so sorry. I- I should have known I should have been there. I don’t know how I’ll forgive myself for this. But I’m not leaving your side.” She says softly, fighting back yet another wave of tears and running her thumb over Cheryl’s bruised knuckles. “You know.. that first day we met at the drag race I really wasn’t sure what to think of you. I mean you strode up there acting like you owned the place and to be honest I’m not sure if my initial reaction was to kiss you or to deck you.” a sad laugh falls from her lips. “And when I showed up at Riverdale High I knew you’d either be hell to deal with or the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” she pauses and looks up at Cheryl. A small smile pulls at Toni’s lips. “But who knew I’d fall so hopelessly in love with a Northside princess?” Toni moves closer to the bed, resting her head beside Cheryl’s arm and pressing a gentle kiss to it. “God. I love you so much Blossom. So so much” Toni mumbles against her as her tears flow freely now. “Please wake up soon. Open those pretty brown eyes so I know you’re safe and sound” she presses into Cheryl’s side trying to breathe in her scent for comfort but it’s all been washed away by the river and masked by the hospital. A sob unexpectedly shakes through her body and she tries to calm herself by taking a deep breath. All she wants right now is for Cheryl to be safe and in her arms. “Please come back to me baby”

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#choni fic #choni #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #cheryl x toni #madelaine petsch #vanessa morgan #archie andrews #betty cooper #jughead jones #veronica lodge #riverdale #riverdale fic #choni fanfiction #fanfic #cheroni

[i-also-miss-our-talks]

Pancakes with sprinkles? ~ Tree Bros

Hey, cool. Another fic for @softmushie‘s Cotton Candy and Hunters AU. Sorry in advanced for the horribly written ending. I just got stuck and let my fingers type whatever. But other than that, please enjoy!

WC: 2,452

Warning: Self harm, Blood, Suicide mentioned/attempted, Swearing, I think Jared comes up at one point? 

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Also, major shoutout to @helplesshansen who helped me work through my ideas! She is an amazing writer and you should go check out her work!

“Nope! Go fish!”

Evan groaned and flopped back on Connor’s bed. “Connor, for the last fucking time. We’re not playing go fish, we’re playing euchre,” the emo boy explained to his friend.

Connor sighed. “I don’t know how to play euchre, though.”

“Then when I asked you at school, ‘do you know how to play euchre,’ why did you say yes?”

“I thought you said ‘super’ like superheroes! I know how to play superheroes. Zoe and I used to play that all the time when we were little,” Connor smiled and tossed the cards into the air, giggling as they fluttered down on them like snowflakes.

Evan sighed. “Guess we’re done with card games,” he said and handed Connor his cards to toss into the air. He got up and stretched out his arms above his head. “I’m runnin’ to the bathroom. Get a movie or something set up while I’m gone.”

Connor gasped. “Can I get the cotton candy machine in here?!” He started bouncing around like a small child, his colored hair flying all over the place.

Evan couldn’t help the strings that tugged at his heart as he watched his friend bounce around. “Sure,” he shrugged before leaving.

Evan walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He did his business and went to wash his hands, but as he was using the soap dispenser, it slipped off the counter and into the trash can next to it. “Shit,” he hissed and reached in for it, much to his dismay. As he looked in for the soap bottle, a small glimmer caught his eye. He reached down a bit further and touched cold metal. Pulling out the object, Evan felt his heart race at the sight of a bloody razor, stripped from the plastic handle. Evan couldn’t help the terrible thoughts that filled his brain. The first one being is this Connors?

The boy carefully put the razor in his pocket, fished out the soap, washed and dried his hands, and walked out the bathroom. Evan tried convincing himself that Connor, his friend, would never do such horrible acts to himself. But he needed to see it to believe it.

He walked down the stairs, carefully avoiding being seen by Connor, and went into the living room. There, Cynthia was relaxed, reading a novel on the couch. Evan quietly walked over and glanced at her wrists, carful not to disturb her. Thankfully she was wearing a short sleeve shirt, so it was apparent that the razor was not hers.

Evan felt his anxiety start to kick in as he made his way to the garage where he was sure Larry would be. He knocked on the door leading to the garage before entering. “Hey, Mr. Murphy,” Evan greeted and walked over to him, noticing how Larry had rolled up his sleeves while working.

Larry smiled at Evan. “Hey, kid. What’re you doing down here? Aren’t you and Connor having some sort of sleepover?”

Evan nodded and watched him work on a baseball glove. “Yeah, but Connor has to set up his fu-er, fun cotton candy machine so I thought I’d see what you were doing while I waited,” he said, catching himself.

Mr. Murphy nodded and showed Evan the glove. “I’m just breaking in this glove for Connor. We’re doing a father-son baseball tournament at work. So I figured while you two were busy I’d do the hard work for him. Now all that’s left is to teach him the sport,” Larry laughed.

Evan nervously joined in his laughing when he saw no marks on either of his wrists. “Yeah. Okay, bye,” he said and quickly bolted back into the house.

Larry stood in his spot, watching Evan leave. “Was it something I said?”

Back inside, Evan tore up the stairs and knocked on Zoe’s door. As much as he’d hate to see either of the Murphy siblings hurting, he couldn’t help but hope that maybe Zoe cut her leg while shaving and the razor just so happened to pop out of the plastic handle. Yeah. That could happen. Right?

Zoe opened the door and let out a small smile. “Hey, Evan. What’s up?”

“Let me see your wrists.”

“What?” Zoe asked, stepping back slightly.

Evan shook his head. “I’m not gonna fucking hurt you. Just let me see your wrists.” Still nervously shaking, Zoe rolled up the sleeves of her sweater, showing the emo boy that there were no scars. “Shit.”

“Evan, what’s going on?” Zoe asked.

“Shit, shit, shit, no! No, no, no,” he mumbled as he turned away from her door and stared at the blue one across the hall.

Zoe rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she said and shut her door.

Evan felt like he couldn’t breathe. Somehow, his shaking knees walked over to Connors door. He gripped the doorknob with white knuckles and opened it, stepping inside.

Connor smiled brightly at the sight of his friend. “Hey! You were taking so long I was worried you fell in,” he laughed. “Jared told me that one. Hey, you okay, Ev?” Connor asked when he noticed Evans peculiar stance.

Evan closed the door and walked over to his friend, his best friend. Staring at Connor, he gently pulled out the razor, showing it to him. “Connor…”

Connor felt like all of time stopped. His normally cheerful smile was gone and his wrists burned beneath his bracelet and jacket. His eyes, once full of happiness, were now consumed by fear. “You weren’t supposed to find that.”

“Connor, let me see.”

“No one was supposed to find that.”

“Connor, I need—“

“I’m such an idiot. I should’ve thrown it out at school.”

“We need to treat th—“

“I’m so stupid! What the fuck was I thinking?!”

Evan didn’t know how to respond. Connor never swore. He stayed silent, setting the razor down on his dresser, and listened to him rant.

“I should’ve taken out the trash, at least! Agh, I mess up everything! I’m a freak and an idiot! Just a bother to everyone! This is why it should’ve worked! Damn it, damn it, damn it!” Connor turned and punched the wall with every ‘damn it’ that slipped out of his lips. Even when he was done screaming, he kept punching. Even when his knuckles got so bloody you couldn’t see them, he kept punching. Even when Evan wrapped his arms around him in hopes of calming him down, Connor kept on punching. It wasn’t until his knees gave out and he needed Evan to support him that he stopped.

Evan gently lowered them to the ground. He pulled Connor into his lap, wrapping him up in his arms and stroking his hair, letting him cry till his lungs hurt. After a few minutes, the tears stopped pouring and only a few dripped down Connors red cheeks. “Let me see them, Con,” he whispered.

Connor slowly removed his metallic cuff bracelet and rolled down his jacket sleeves. Starting at his wrist, a bright pink line traced down to half way to his elbow. Evan felt his heart stop at the sight. They were new.

“I’m sorry, Evan. I’m so, so sorry,” Connor hiccuped.

“No, don’t be sorry, Con. You have nothing to be sorry for,” Evan cooed. “I’m going to get some supplies to clean these and your knuckles up, okay? I’ll be right back.” Evan picked Connor up and gently laid him down on his bed. He walked out, his heart breaking at the sounds of Connors sobs mixed with painful hiccups. Evan grabbed a first-aid kit, some saline, and a wash cloth from their linen closet before walking back to Connors room. He shut the door before joining Connor on his bed.

Connor immediately wrapped himself around his best friend, begging for the comfort he gave. Evan returned the hug, rubbing small circles on his back for a few moments before sitting up so that he could help his best friend. He first cleaned the blood off of Connor’s knuckles. Evan flinched when Connor let out a soft whimper. “Sorry,” he mumbled and continued. Evan poured some saline onto the wash cloth and turned to Connor. “This is going to sting, okay? I’m not doing it to hurt you, I’m doing it to help you.”

Connor nodded and gripped Evans arm. When he placed the cloth on his busted knuckles, Connor let out a yelp and buried his face into Evan’s shoulder, digging his nails into his arm.

Evan, although in slight pain from Connor’s nails, tried to work as fast he could. He didn’t want him to feel more pain than he already had. Evan finished up and grabbed bandages from the first aid kit. He wrapped them around his knuckles and, somehow managing to not redden his face, kissed the bandages like his mother used to do to him.

Connor smiled slightly at the kiss. He frowned, though, when Evan rolled up his sleeves. “No,” he stated and pulled his arms away.

Evan gently grabbed Connors hand in order to bring his arm back out to him. “I have to clean this, Con. You don’t want this getting infected. It’ll hurt even worse if this gets infected. I’ll be quick, I promise,” Evan explained in the calmest, non-swearing voice he could muster, given the circumstances. “You can hold my other hand if you want? Squeeze it when I put the saline on it so it hurts less.”

The pastel boy nodded and grabbed Evan’s left hand. He buried his face back into his shoulder so he wouldn’t have to watch. Evan quickly, but carefully, used the saline before wrapping his arm up in bandages. He switched hands with Connor so that he could finish the other arm. “There. We’re all done.”

Connor looked up at Evan. “Do we…do we have to talk about it?”

Evan sighed and set the supplies on the ground. “Not tonight. But we will have to eventually, okay?”

Connor nodded and crawled back into Evans lap. He laid his head on his chest, using Evans heartbeat to calm him down.

Evan once again wrapped his arms around Connor. His heart still stung, but he was sure to keep it beating steadily so Connor could relax.

Neither one knew who fell asleep first.

Evan woke up the next morning to a strand of pink hair in his mouth. “What the fuck?” Evan asked. He pulled the hair out of his mouth, not realizing it was still attached to the owner.

“Ow!” Connor yelped and rubbed his scalp. He opened his eyes, taking in the sight of Evans face just a few centimeters from his. “Morning,” he smiled.

Evan also noticed this fact as his heart rate sped up. “Morning,” he said. Before any other words were exchanged, Connors bedroom door was slammed open.

“Good morning, boys!” Cynthia smiled as she walked in. Evan turned away from Connor to face her as the taller boy quickly slipped his arms under the blankets to hide his bandages. “What’re we feeling today? Pancakes or waffles?”

Evan shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to me. Connor?”

Connor smiled brightly at his mom. “Pancakes with sprinkles?”

Cynthia nodded. “Sure thing! I’ll get right on those. They’ll be ready in ten,” she said before walking back out the door, closing it on her way.

Evan turned back to Connor. “Let’s find you a sweatshirt to cover those up,” he said and got out of bed. He went to Connors closet and looked for the biggest sweatshirt he owned. That way, it could slip over his hands to cover his knuckles and it wouldn't squeeze the bandages on his arms.

Finally, Evan found a big blue one and tossed it to his friend. Connor quickly slipped it on and stood up. “You wanna go get the pancakes now?”

“Sure,” Evan replied. Before Connor could walk away, Evan grabbed his hand. “After breakfast, let’s go for a walk, okay?”

Connor nodded and held Evans hand, walking out of the room and down the stairs. He waved at Zoe who was eating some pancakes at the table. “Morning, Zoe!”

Zoe nodded at them. “Morning.” She looked at their intertwined hands and shot Evan a questioning glance. Evan felt his face turn slightly pink, but didn’t let go.

After an artery clogging breakfast, with a few suggestive looks from Zoe to Evan, the pair of friends went on their walk. They clasped hands while wandering the quiet neighborhood, headed towards the nearby forest trails. As they got deeper into the forest, Evan spoke up. “Connor, can you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Connor questioned, smiling at the scenery.

“Tell me what shit made you think you couldn’t live anymore,” Evan explained.

Connor sighed and stopped in the middle of the trees. He stood silent for a few moments, using Evans hand to keep him grounded. “Just…everything. I’m a freak, Evan. People like me are freaks. Does it sound like a seventeen year old boy should love cotton candy and rainbows and anything cute? My dad is so disappointed in me, my mom calls me her daughter to her new friends, and Zoe…gosh, Zoe can’t even be seen with me anymore,” he explained. Connor wiped some tears from his face, careful not to hurt his already damaged hand. “I don’t even know why you stick around with me. I’m obviously a nuisance, so why keep on hanging out with me? You’re only hurting yourself by staying my friend.”

Evan frowned and, without thinking, wrapped Connor up in a tight hug. “Connor, don’t you ever say you’re a fucking freak again, okay? You’re the most amazing person I know and if no one else in this shitty world can see that, then they don’t deserve to have you, got it?” Evan felt his stomach untwist slightly when Connor hugged him back. “And it’s my decision if I want to be your friend. I don’t give a fuck about what you might think, but you’re my best friend and you’re staying my best friend till the end of fucking time. Got it?”

Connor let out a small laughed and nodded. “Yeah. Got it.”

The pair stood in silence for a few minutes, hugging each other like the world depended on it. Evan was the first to speak up. “If you ever get thoughts like that again, call me, okay? I’ll drop everything I’m doing and fucking sprint if I have to to get you.”

The tall boy smiled. “Okay. Thank you, Ev,” Connor said and pulled away, grabbing Evan’s hand once again.

Evan nodded in response. They continued their walk through the forest, silently, but content in each other presence.

#deh #dear evan hansen #evan hansen #connor murphy #emo!evan #pastel!connor #evan x connor #evan hansen x connor murphy #tree bros #convan #cotton candy and hunters au #zoe murphy #i think those are all the tags i need? #yeah #i-also-write #do you have one in blue?

[kalira]

Word: "Him"

Hedging your bets pretty securely there Mousie. XD

(Okay I limited myself to WIPs I’ve actually opened to work on lately. Er. This is still . . . a lot. You have definitely fulfilled my request to distract me.)

Harlock/Yama

Harlock rarelyresisted him very hard - he enjoyed being coaxed, and even more so spendinglazy mornings tangled up in bed and half dozing with his lover . . . or fuckinginto him warm and slow.

also this one

Yama yawned and letHarlock’s sleepily insistent arms tug him back down.

and this

Harlock claspedYama’s shoulder and directed him down a slightly narrower corridor.

Sterek

“Oh, is kiddo upset I was there first?”Kate said, tsking at him.

Alucard/Trevor

Adrian’s eyes swept over him admiringly - he had yet to donhis clothes beyond breeches, particularly that godawful shapeless heap he called a cloak, leaving a rathernice view.

and this one, same line from M’s word

“Would it kill you not to leave your filthy articles ofclothing flung everywhere?” Alucard asked dryly, flicking a neatly-patchedshirt that was half-sodden in demon guts at Trevor and making him duck to getout of its path.

TaiBani

Kotetsu carefullydisengaged his faceplate, pulling it away, and a bit of tension seeped out ofhim along with a sigh when he saw Barnaby’s bright eyes were open. 

Lee Hwon/Woon (The Moon Embracing the Sun)

Woon had grownquieter since the Crown Prince had chosen him to be companion and guard, everat the Prince’s side.

Okay there’s a lot so . . . Naruto, ATLA, and Voltron WIP lines are all beneath the cut.

KakaGai

Gai has touched damnnear every inch of him through one challenge or scrape or another and there’sno one Kakashi trusts more in the world.

more KakaGai

“Kaka- I- I wouldnever-” he stuttered out as Kakashi cocked his head, eyeing him.

and again

Kakashi identifiedthe presence immediately, of course - his sleeping brain had categorised theintruder as Gai and thus not a threat even before the bright shout had wokenhim.

oh look again >.>

Kakashi stared at himas he postured a little more.

and this one is part two to the one before

“Jan Ken Pon!”Kakashi said hurriedly, because Gai looked like hell, everyone in the villagewas still giving him half-confused, half-pitying looks, and . . . well, Kakashiwasn’t actually great at reacting in a hurry outside of battles.

Gaara/Lee

It was a warm, softvoice calling him, one he didn’t quite recognise, though there was a strange,barely-there edge of familiarity.

also this

Lee leapt out of bed,tangled in the blankets enough that he stumbled and it took him a moment tofree himself, though he managed to do it without crashing about.

KakaIru

Iruka unrolled thescroll and only long experience with pre-genin and jounin - and no tellingwhich group was worse than the other - prevented him from reacting.

and this one!

Iruka only pulled him in closer, tuggingthe blankets over him, ignoring the fact that he was still mostly dressed and,indeed, cold and wet.

MadaKaka (that’s a new one for me and IDK if I’ll write them again after this request is done or not. . .)

Madara bounded overthe fence without touching it, following the silvery streak of Kakashi’s hairthat was the most visible part of him as he fled into the shadows under theheavy canopy.

NejiHina

It will be all right she willed him to realise, assuring him with her eyesthat she knew what she was doing, as best she could without giving any hint orground to the Elders before her.

as is this one

“You shouldn’t be here.” she whispered, moving towards him, her kimono rustlingaround her.

SasuNaru

“I’m . . . sure he can be romantic if hetries!” Sakura said, trying to sound more certain than she actually felt,because she remembered Sasuke, andshe knew him now - or liked to think she did - and. . .

so’s this one

Beside him Kanamisnickered and stretched out her forelegs, then slid slowly onto her side, hermuzzle almost reaching his ankle.

and this

Hatred and confusion resonated through him,and he allowed his strength to seep through to his jinchuuriki.

ZabuHaku

Zabuza approached himand trailed his hands up over Haku’s arms.

Kataang

His strong armsturned and tugged gently at the ribbon binding him to the headboard, but hedidn’t fight too hard.

Zukka

Sokka doesn’t knowwhy this feels like a revelation; Zuko has alwayssmelled like fire, since the first time Sokka faced him, hot and angry in thesnow.

Zukka again

Zuko had made thechoice and gotten caught, Sokka had gone with it, abandoning it now wouldn’thelp and would only land him in acell too.

again

Zuko looked at him,and Sokka’s attention refocused.

you guessed it!

He grabbed Zuko’sshoulders to hold him closer, then cupped his jaw with one hand, tilting hisown head to mesh their kiss a little more comfortably.

yep still (I’ve been poking at a lot of my Zukka WIPs lately trying to get back to these boys)

It felt way too soon for him to be woken up.

still Zukka

Katara just stared athim, and Sokka fidgeted uncomfortably.

yes still

When Zuko might notbe able to get to him.

look there is a reason I’ve been trying to get back to Zukka and that reason is I need to finish some of my bajillion WIPs for them

“Is your prospective title really what you’re worried about,Sokka?” she asked, watching him even though he was making her slightly dizzy.

yes this one as well

He ducked his headpolitely and slid the cups in front of the two merchant ladies sitting primlyat one of the tables, murmuring a reminder to call for him if they neededanything else.

several of them are requests too! (although not this next one)

Although perhaps itwas best he hadn’t spouted that off at Suki, she had laughed at him enoughalready this summer - he had a tendency to put his foot in his mouth when shewas around.

whoops not done yet

He had spokenhonestly when he offered her respect, and when he said she was welcome, it wasstrange for him to be troubled now.

I don’t really like kid!fic that much why do I keep writing it? (well at least for Zukka there kind of needs to be offspring at some point for royal heir purposes)

“There there. . .” hecrooned, scooping Kiran up and cradling him close with a gentle pat.

this one is sort of Zukka but actually it’s labelled Sokka/Zuko/Mai

Sokka would haveknocked, but the royal guard waved him in through the doors without pausing -they were standing ajar, but . . .royal quarters?

Maiko (and the first one I ever started for them still not done)

He would learn, she knew, and she supposedshe didn’t really know how to please him,either.

That concludes the ATLA portion holy sheesh.

Sheith

“I am from Altea.”Allura told the child, bending down to come closer to eye-to-eye with him.

okay brace yourselves because here we go again

They all turned tolook at him.

yes there will be a lot

His throat tightenedwhen Keith patted him lightly and switched back, pushing him into flexing hisarm at a different angle - Shiro felt like he was dragging the weight of hismetal arm painfully, barely able to move - before beginning again.

even filtering out WIPs I haven’t worked on lately

Shiro ignored him,and Hunk sleepily shoving at him from his other side, probably in attempt toget him to be quiet.

I have . . . a lot of Sheith you guys

Kuro woke feelinglike his bones had been electrified until he shut down, and it took him a whileto realise he had other hurts as well.

I think it may be the only ship I have more of than Zukka in fact

Pidge shooed herbrother gently forwards onto the Castle, feeling bubbly and delighted tofinally have him here with her.

the series/AUs may have something to do with that

“He wouldn’t rest ifI left him alone. He kept crying.”

like that one and this next one are both from The Empress’ Elite

Allura would have himsubdued if necessary, but if he recognised Pidge enough to let her help,recognised Allura enough to let her touch, then he would be no hindrance, andAllura wouldn’t spare the time.

but mostly not actually

I could change it, Shiro thought, eyes wide as the possibility yawnedbefore him.

this one is connected to the last

He bumped into thefirm feeling of someone else’s skin and leaned up, then froze as more lightfiltered around him.

okay I think that’s it for Sheith with this one

Keith punches him in the face as hard as hecan.

Kureith

Her paw was curledinwards, offering him support and sheltering his body behind the metal of herleg.

Sheithro

“Fine, I won’t puthim in a prison pod, but he’ll be locked in his bunk.” Allura said sharply.

all of the ones for this ship are from the Unbalance series

“Keith?” Shiro looksconcerned, for him, and that’s-

I am actually still trying to work on that

“I knew that . . . sort of; she wasn’t alwaysvery . . . happy with him.” 

a couple pieces are just so close to ready to post, too. . .

“Kuro,” Shiro began,the name feeling oddly comfortable on his lips, though he still twitched to seeKuro, to see an almost-me, turntowards him with a familiar movement, strange golden eyes gleaming, “I... May Ispeak with you?”

there’s also this one frigging Klance piece from 80s Voltron

Keith let the doorsslide closed behind him.

Holy cow how many sentences even was that oh lord I have so many WIPs *mad laughter* 56 holy fuck. So. That’s not even all the WIPs I’ve worked on lately there were a handful that didn’t have him in them. . . (Including some femmeslash. :P)

So hey! Send me a word and I’ll share a line from my WIPs!

#WIP guessing game #WIP meme #Kalira answers #ask Kalira #Mousie #him #oh my lord #Kalira writes #not tagging the ships this time because 56 lines holy cow Kalira finish some shit

[motel-hario]

[Fic] Permission to Sleep With You

Pairing: Demosolly

Summary: Soldier asks Demoman to sleep with him and they talk for a while.

Warnings: Mentions of past child abuse

A/N: Something sickly sweet and fluffy I wrote instead of doing my responsibilties. Is a soft sequel to The Way to a Mann’s Heart so it features deaf Soldier cause that’s v important to me. Also inspired by this adorable reddit post

“Permission to sleep with you, comrade,” was a question Demoman didn’t expect Soldier to ask as he opened his bedroom door that night. Demoman felt his face get hot very, very quickly and he scratched the back of his neck.

 “D-Dontcha wannae buy me dinner first, lad?” he asked, laughing nervously, “I mean, I know yer blunt, but… are ye sure?”

 Soldier cocked his helmetless head. “Dinner?” he said, “Negative! We already had our evening meal. It is time to sleep.”

 Once again, Soldier’s inability with understanding certain expressions or the cultural meaning behind his blunt wording was a bit adorable. “Oh, ya mean actually sleep,” he chuckled, stepping out of the way, “Right this way, mate. Don’ mind tha mess.”

 It wasn’t until Soldier promptly stepped inside that Demoman’s brain fully processed the implications of Soldier’s question. They had been in… some sort of relationship for the past several months, or at least, Demoman thought so. Demoman had placed kisses on Soldier’s face dozens of times away from the rest of the team, and Soldier never protested.

 But Soldier was always not one for showing affection. Even just light touches like a pat on the shoulder from a team mate made the mercenary tense, and it was no different for Demoman. Sure, he had made much progress since his contract began, but Soldier still didn’t like being touched. He never went in for his own kisses, much less want to talk about if they were in a relationship.

 That was fine for Demoman; he could wait for Soldier no matter how long it took. Saying that he wasn’t absolutely craving the physical intimacy from someone he loved would be a lie. But Demoman was a DeGroot, through and through. Whatever made Soldier comfortable made him happy. That’s why this sudden request caught Demoman so off guard.

 “So ye… actually wanna sleep with me tonight?” Demoman inquired, “Like, in tha same bed ‘n everythin’?”

 “Affirmative,” Soldier confirmed with a nod.

 “Any reason, or ye just feel like it?”

 “I just feel like it.”

 “We’re gunnae be touchin’, ya know.”

 “I… I understand.”

 Demoman stepped towards Soldier and cautiously put a hand on his arm, rubbing lightly with his thumb. “Jane,” he said, “I need ta know if yer okay with this. I dunnae wannae make ye uncomfortable.”

 Soldier hesitated but nodded and put on his best determined face. “Ha! The only thing that makes me ‘uncomfortable’ is communists!” he barked.

 “There’s my Janey,” Demoman said, relieved and motioning to the bed, “Alrigh’. Well, ye wake up earlier than me, so why don’t I get in first, ye? And so ye can take… ya know, out.” He tapped his own ears gently, too unsure of Soldier’s mental state right now to say the words “hearing aids” out loud.

 “Oh… right,” Soldier muttered bashfully, “Yes, that would be the best position for us.”

 Demoman crawled onto the creaky mattress and under the thin blanket- both courtesy of the ever-generous Reliable Excavation and Demolition- and scooted until his back was touching the wall. With a deep breath, Soldier climbed in after him, but didn’t take out his hearing aids yet. Demoman reached over his mate to switch off the lamp and settled back into bed with his hands to himself.

 God, how badly he wanted to touch Soldier, just to feel the caress of his skin and toned muscles against his own hairy form. How badly he wanted to explore every inch of Soldier’s body until he knew it like the back of his hands. How badly he wanted to throw off both of their clothes and make sweet love until the Sun came up.

Though right now wasn’t about Demoman. Right now, everything had to be about Soldier. And that was enough, even if he craved physical intimacy more than his beloved scrumpy. So instead, they lied there for a bit in total silence. Soldier ran his hand back and forth on the fabric of the sheets like trying to scrub away his anxieties, deep in thought.

 “I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” Soldier muttered at some point.

 “Ye?” Demoman said, “’bout what?”

 “Stuff,” Soldier replied, shrugging.

 “Stuff?” Demoman asked.

 “Yeah,” Soldier mused, “Like my old life when I wasn’t a cripple. When I could hear like everybody else.”

 Demoman sighed. “Jane, yer not a ‘cripple,’” he assured, “Medic givin’ ye a hard time again?”

 Soldier shook his head, pulling the sheets around himself. “No, he has said no such thing since we teamed up in December. We settled our differences, and we now have a mutual respect. I just… I’ve also been thinking about my family. Mom, and my brother John. And…”

 “And?” Demoman urged, a pit forming in his stomach from an incoming answer he knew was true.

 “M-My… my father,” Soldier finished quietly.

 That’s what Demoman was afraid of. Soldier hardly ever talked about his past, as he was basically on his own from this point after everyone in his family was now six feet under. Though he very clearly remembered when Soldier first brought it up, a bit before he completely lost his hearing. They were sitting on the roof of their base, sharing some drinks and laughing about their childhoods.

 “Oh, ho ho ho, stop, stop Jane!” Demoman cackled, holding his face to prevent any beer coming through his nose as he stomped his feet on the roof, “’m gunnae puke! No more!”

 “So, John’s panicking like some distressed house wife, so he sticks a ball cap on my head to hide my partially shaved head,” Soldier says, “We got rid of the evidence, and everything was fine- at first. Our mom came home and shrieked, and just told us to admit to Dad that we used his razor. Well, honesty at least got us somewhere when Dad got home. He only used the belt that time, and the next day he took us to his personal barber to get buzzcuts- the cut of a true American!”

 Demoman stopped laughing when he heard something off about that retelling. His face fell, and his brow knit when ne noticed the slightest change in Soldier’s tone when he got to that part. “Uh… only tha belt?” he said.

 “Yeah,” Soldier replied, his shoulders hunching, “Usually he just used his fists. What, your dad never roughed you up as a kid?”

 “N-No…” Demoman confirmed, shaking his head.

 Soldier stared at the drink in his lap, then at the setting sun across the desert before them. “Oh, okay,” he murmured. He ended up changing the conversation to his new rocket launcher only thirty seconds later, as if nothing ever happened.

 “Do ye wannae talk ‘bout it?” Demoman questioned.

 “Not really,” Soldier responded, “I have not been sleeping well lately- it’s hurting my performance in battle. So, I thought if I slept with you… that it would go away.”

 The room was quiet for several minutes. The moonlight was filtering through thin curtains, bouncing off the various trinkets and clothes Demoman sloppily scattered around his room on every surface possible. The back of Soldier’s head was also illuminated, making his clean haircut shine like miniature diamonds.

 “Jane?” Demoman said, “Do ye mind… if I touch you?”

 Soldier glanced over his shoulder and nodded when he rested his head back down. “That is okay,” he replied.

 Demoman breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. “I’m gunnae wrap my arms around ye and pull ye close,” he guided, “Tell me if ye want me ta stop.”

 He coiled his arms delicately around Soldier’s muscular torso, lightly brushing against those abs that drove Demoman crazy. Slowly but surely, he pulled Soldier into a spooning position, legs intertwining and Demoman resting his head on Soldier’s shoulder, breathing out a content sigh. Soldier remained stiffer than Demoman would have preferred but wasn’t rejecting the embrace, so that was a step up.

 “How’s that feel?” Demoman asked against Soldier’s skin.

 “Warm,” Soldier said.

 Demoman chuckled. “Ah, that’s me mum’s side,” he explained, “Naturally radiators, they are.” He shifted his hips a bit farther out to prevent the threat of accidentally popping a boner on Soldier’s back when he’s supposed to be comforting. “Can I… can I kiss ye?”

 It was pitch black in the room, but Demoman could just feel Soldier’s face flush from where he was. The other man nodded anyways. “That’s also fine.”

 The first peck on Soldier’s shoulder was lightly and quick as he waited for any potential backlash. When Soldier also let out a content sigh, Demoman began placing more wet kisses leading up to Soldier’s jawline, where he did the same thing. He rubbed Soldier’s chest that was covered by his thin muscle tank top, drinking in all the sounds and feelings he got from kissing his partner.

 “I luv ya, mate,” Demoman sighed as he pulled Soldier’s head closer to get at his cheeks, “Ya know that, right?”

 “Mmm-hm,” Soldier grunted, “Er, Tavish?”

 Demoman froze. “Ye?” he said, “What is it, lad?”

 “What if I forget where I am when I wake up?” Soldier asked, fidgeting under the covers, “Would you hate me if I accidentally punched you when I wake up? What if I wake up and still believe I’m back home?”

 “That won’t happen,” Demoman assured, placing another sickly-sweet kiss on Soldier’s jawline and then caressing Soldier’s cheek, “I’ll be right here when ye wake up, and I won’t move until yer awake. And even if ye do hit me, I can take it. I’m grown, and I’ve had my fair share of bruises from the field.”

 Soldier nodded, smiling into Demoman’s warm palm. “Affirmative,” he said with a yawn at the end. He shifted temporarily to take his hearing aids out and setting them on the night stand nearby before settling back into Demoman’s arms. “Goodnight, private.”

 “G’night, Jane,” Demoman mumbled before sleep overtook him.

 ----

 The morning light of the bi-weekly ceasefire streamed in from the windows, going right into Demoman’s eye and awaking him. He yawned and scratched his scraggly beard to bring to himself to reality. To his surprise, Soldier was still in his bed, but now he was facing Demoman and was wide awake, those big blue eyes staring directly into his heart.

 Demoman smiled and stroked the side of Soldier’s face with his index side. “Mornin’, luv,” he whispered, “Sleep good?”

 “Yeah,” Soldier replied, the tips of his ears going red, “You still snore.”

 “Wha- oh, yeah, as I’ve been told,” Demoman said, caught off guard, “Wait, how’d you hear that? Did ye keep yer things in all night?”

 “No, sir,” Soldier replied, shaking his head with a grin, “I could feel you purr. Didn’t have a single nightmare last night- no father, no bombs, nothing. Slept like a baby in its crib.”

 Demoman blinked and sighed before placing a tender kiss on Soldier’s nose. “I think we finally found a sleep aid that works for ye, then.”

#tf2 #tf2 demoman #tf2 soldier #demosolly #boots n bombs #fic #one-shot #oneshot #cuddling #fluff #boots&bombs #long post

[queenevaine]

Some David/Ace stuff, as a sequel to this fic!

It had been several days since Ace and David spoke after their fight in the woods near the campfire.  The gambler was fine with that; they were able to avoid each other and not cause any more problems.   David wasn't keen on approaching the subject, and Ace was more than happy to leave it that way.  He had since adopted his normal, confident smirk, as if nothing had ever been wrong.  

Even in another trial against the Doctor, Ace seemed no worse for wear.  He worked on generators with the others, while David kept the Doctor busy.  They easily managed to get several done before David was put on his first hook.  

Meg ran off to go save him, leaving Ace and Nea to finish the last few generators.  When there was only one left, Ace opted to head into the basement and see what he could find in the chest he knew was always down there.  He had become dulled to the faint heartbeat; the Doctor sometimes could be felt from a long distance away.  

He looked through the chest he found there, listening to his heartbeat and realizing it was getting faster.  It was unlikely that the Doctor was coming over to check his basement, and Ace kept searching to find a basic, half stocked medkit.  He sighed, turning to head to the stairs when now saw he was being watched by unblinking eyes.  

Ace stared cautiously at the Doctor, unable to shake the feeling growing in his stomach.  For a few, uneasy moments, the Doctor just stared, almost studying him.  He watched the Doctor slowly tilt his head, and he swore the already forced grin on the lunatics face grew.  Then the Doctor slowly stepped forward, electricity surging around him.

Ace screamed at the shock, gritting his teeth when the Doctor walked closer and held Ace against the worn, bloody wall.  He had a few moments to catch his breath before another, slightly stronger shock went through him.  Not this again!  His first thought was to try and kick the Doctor away, but the shocks made his muscles tense too much to respond to what he was trying to do.  

Give in, and the pain stops.  

Something spoke to him.  It couldn’t be the Doctor, it didn’t sound like him at all even when the lunatic laughed.  Whatever it was, he shook his head.  Ace didn’t listen to anything trying to give him commands.  The Doctor laughed, electricity crackling so much Ace could hear and feel it in the air.  He screamed at the top of his lungs, legs giving out underneath him.  The Doctor stepped back to let him sink to the ground, leaning against the wall.  

The Doctor laughed as he put his mace aside, rubbing his hands together with distinct crackling.  

David had heard the screaming from the other side of the trial.  He had been at the exit gate with Nea and Meg, all three of them darting their attention over when they first heard the screaming.  They had quickly gotten the last generator on and had the gate open, waiting for the fourth of their group.  David started towards the screams, pausing to look over his shoulder.  

“Someone keep an eye out ‘ere, I’m gonna go get ‘im.”  

Meg jogged to catch up with him.  

“Like hell you’re going alone, big guy.  I can run the Doctor around while you get him to the gate.”  

David sighed, shrugging in response.  No time to argue about this shit now.  Moments between him and Ace were awkward and tense, considering their last time actually talking resulted in a branch across David’s face.  But, he couldn’t in good conscious leave Ace to suffer with the Doctor again.  He cared in his own, blunt way.  

He and Meg reached the stairs to the basement after a full out sprint across the worn ground of the woods.  Ace’s screams were getting more and more strained and weak, giving a sense of urgency.  Without hesitation, David leapt down the stairs.  

“OI!  STEP THE FUCK BACK!”  

The Doctor turned, hands and arms absolutely alight with electrical currents.  Ace was slumped against the wall, head leaned back and his body shaking.  Even from where David stood, he could see Ace’s chest heaving with every breath and terrible electrical burns around exposed areas of skin, even in the dim light of the basement.  David grit his teeth, ready to punch the Doctor in his stupid fucking jaw.  He picked up his mace, chasing Meg and David up the stairs from the basement.  

Everything in Ace’s body hurt.  He was certain that so much electricity should have killed him, but the Entity didn’t quite understand human limits.  Or, it simply didn’t care.  Cares enough about what electricity can do besides killing you.  He was grateful for the small break from the painful shocks, the Doctor’s ‘treatment’.  Ace closed his eyes, trying to muster up the strength to get up.  He felt so weak and vulnerable, and it was a terrible feeling.  

He couldn't help a soft gasp as he felt someone's hands on either side of his face and level his head.  When had someone come back?  And God, he sounded so pathetic.  

“Easy, not gonna hurtcha.  I'm gettin’ you outta this shithole.”  

Why would David of all people come back for me?  He briefly shook his head.  Now's not the time.  

“I can't.. can't move much.”  

Even speaking was a strain.  David's hands fell from his face, and his head hung towards his lap.  

“Alright, sit still and don't squirm, then.”  

Before he could ask what David meant, Ace felt himself be lifted into David's arms, carried bridal style.  He lay limp as David raced up the stairs and bolted towards the gate.  Ace would worry about appearances later, when he wasn't keenly aware of how much he was shaking and his muscles still twitched, albeit slightly.  

Nea was waiting at the gate, eyes focused elsewhere.

“Go ahead and go.  I'll make sure Thomas gets out in one piece.”  

Ace felt David pause, then continue moving on after a few seconds. The cool fog closed in, and Ace willed himself to moving.  David's grip only tightened.  

“The fuck did I say?  Don't squirm.”  

“David, you can put me down now.  I can walk.”  

“Bullshit.  You're not fuckin’ walking while you're shakin’ like a damn tree in a hurricane.”  

“David-”

“Look ‘ere, Ace.  We ‘aven’t been playin’ nice with each other lately.  But there's a better fuckin’ chance of hell freezing over before I willingly let anybody here suffer when I can do somethin’.  Being an arsehole is just part of my personality.”

Ace sighed, closing his eyes and letting himself relax.  No convincing him now.  David set him down carefully by the fire, taking extra time to be as gentle as he could.  He grabbed a medkit, taking out bandages to wrap around the burn marks on Ace's chest, neck, and arms.  He hated feeling helpless, but everything hurt far too much for him to care.  

“Scream if I'm hurting ya.”  

Ace nodded once, laying limp as David bandaged him up.  He was almost surprised at how careful the rough and tumble scrapper could be.  

“Oi, stay with me ‘ere.”  

Ace groaned softly.  Everything ached and he just wanted to rest.  He felt David wrap his arms around him and pull him close.  

“Sorry, ‘bout nearly beating the shit outta ya.  It just worries me and the rest of us when you act outta sorts.”  

Ace stayed quiet as he thought about David's words.  It was almost funny, beating someone up because you care about them.  

“I'm sorry, too.  Wasn't thinking straight.”  

Moving his arms to try and return the hug shot pain through them, making him stiffen.  

“Gh-shit.”  

Ace wasn't sure why that was the moment panic set in.  David wasn't going to hurt him, but his mind still screamed that Ace was going to be hurt more.  Just wait.  David set him down, his left hand pressing against the right side of Ace’s neck to check his pulse.  It was the feeling of pure helplessness that bothered Ace; being at someone else’s mercy and there was little he could do.  David pulled his hand back at the soft whine Ace made.  

“I’m not gonna hurt ya.  Promise.”  

Ace shook his head, sitting up despite his muscles screaming at him.  

“‘M fine.  Just need time to rest.”  

He looked around at the campfire, surprised that no one else was there.  Was he still hallucinating?  

“Just me ‘nd you here.”  

Ace sighed in relief.  It was a small relief, knowing that only a few people saw him breaking down instead of all the others he shared the campfire with.  He still didn’t like it much in the first place, but it was the best he was going to get.  David sat next to him, arms crossed.  

“Y’know, no one’s gonna think less of ya for ‘aving a bad day.  Shit ‘appens to all of us.”

Ace took a deep breath.  It was true, he wasn’t a perfect individual and got unlucky, but that was something he didn’t like admitting even to himself.  He blinked in surprise when David moved behind him, arms around his waist.  

“Get some rest anyway, yeah?  No one’s gonna touch ya.”  

There was plenty more he wanted to say, that he didn’t need to be protected, but it was a comfort he didn’t want to pass up.  Ace leaned his head against David’s shoulder, letting himself relax as David held him close.  

#QueenEve writes #Dead By Daylight #Ace Visconti #David King

[iaveina]

Remnants of Control (4/6)

Summary: What starts out as a simple visit to one of the country’s northern towns turns out slightly more complicated than The Hunters anticipated when one of their own starts acting strange. Fantasy AU Freewood.

WC: 1,706  || Total WC: 11,446

 Rating: PG13

 Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6

AO3

I love writing existentialism essays instead of fics - Said no one ever.

 SAID ME LIKE 4 YEARS AGO CHRIST.

 I don’t quite remember my exact outline for this story, and I’m attempting to write using a different…. style. I’m not overly sure if I’ve succeeded. I feel like my writing style has changed for the worse as well - I look at things from this series I wrote years ago and can’t believe I wrote them - but I… need to finish this.

 ----

 By the time they reached the farm the sun was setting, streaking the pale blue sky with splotches of pink and ushering in a chill that lingered uncomfortably on their skin. Ryan promptly hopped over a fence and strode across the grass, waving his hand impatiently to the others behind him.

 “Come on guys!”

 Geoff muttered something unsavoury and pulled himself over the fence with far less grace, Ray following with a gentle swish of his cape. The two began their trek after Ryan, the mage already halfway across the field without a backwards glance; his silhouette almost blending in with the darkness of the trees.

 Geoff stumbled on the uneven ground. Ray put a hand out to steady him but didn’t need to as Geoff, after a moment of uncontrolled stomping forward, righted himself. “Goddammit!” He hissed, brushing non-existent dirt from his clothes. Ray raised an eyebrow in concern.

 “You okay?”

 “I’d be a lot more okay if we knew where Michael was and if-” He stumbled again, grumbling. His eye twitched. “-We weren’t in a field.”

 At the other end of the field a group of cows mooed. Ray winced, unsheathed his sword and at Geoff’s confused look he shrugged. “Better to be prepared for what we might encounter than completely unprepared.”

 “I thought you were going to go slay some cows for laughing at me.”

 “I’m not one to overreact.”

 “Guys, come on!” Ryan called, his voice ringing up at them from the treeline. They hurried down to him, Geoff continuing his mumbled tirade, and came to a stop at a gap in the fencing. Ryan stood there, arms folded in frustration and a frown on his lips. “Nice that you could join me.”

 “Bite me,” Geoff grumbled, breathing heavily. Ray stopped beside him looking all the world like he had gone on a gentle stroll and hadn’t exerted himself in the slightest.  “Is this where you were?”

 Ryan nodded and ran his foot over some of the tracks in the mud. “We entered the forest this way.”

 Geoff pulled out his sword and moved forward, turning his head to ask. “What made you come in here anyway? Weren’t you supposed to be counting cows or some shit?”

 “There’s definitely both around here…”

 Ryan fell into step with the other man as they entered the forest, Ray trudging along behind them. The canopy of leaves and branches above them did their job of covering the trio from the dying sunlight, the impermeable chill finding solace in the shadows and clinging to their clothes; sinking deep into their skin.

 “Can you sense your staff?”

 Ray’s voice, despite its softness, seemed almost too loud. Geoff raised an eyebrow, looking at Ryan from the corner of his eye. His face seemed shadowed, his back straight, and he strode with purpose towards a destination only he knew of.

 Geoff frowned.

 “Of course,” Ryan replied stiffly, descending down a path into a clearing. “I wouldn’t be its Master if I couldn’t sense it.”

 Behind him, Geoff could almost hear the cogs in Ray’s brain turning. Something was wrong.

 “Are you okay?” He asked carefully, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword. He could feel Ray’s eyes on him. “You’re acting a bit weird, even for you.”

 Ryan’s stopped, shoulders slumped, halfway down the path. “I’m just worried,” he ran a hand through his hair, the resulting messiness making him look slightly frenzied in the dim light. “Gavin was attacked, Michael’s missing… we need to find him and find who did this and sort it.”

 “Michael will be fine,” Geoff clapped his hand on Ryan’s shoulder. Ryan’s anxious look barely relaxed, but he returned Geoff’s gesture smoothly. Geoff pulled him forward. “Knowing Michael as I do, and I like to think I know him pretty well, he’ll be punching the shit out of anyone that tries to attack him and won’t need rescuing at all.”

 “I think he’d be insulted that we thought he needed rescuing,” Ray commented lightly from behind them. “What’s that name he keeps trying to get us to call him? Migor?”

 “Mogar!” Geoff corrected happily, looking over his shoulder to Ray. “It sounds better than fucking X-Ray.”

 “That was completely Gavin’s stupid idea,” Ray grumbled, his voice quiet. “I can’t get him to shu-hey, Ryan, look!”

 Across the clearing, propped up against the base of a tree, red orb flickering eerily in the overhanging darkness, was Ryan’s staff. Geoff clapped his hands - the sound reverberating around the cocoon of trees encompassing them - and set off towards the staff at a walk with a spring in his step.

 “One problem down, another to go!” He declared cheerfully, halting a foot from the staff and not foolish enough to touch it. He turned and raised an eyebrow, looking with confused eyes to Ryan. “What’s wrong? You look like someone’s rained on your parade.”

 Ryan stood at the foot of the embankment that had led them down into the clearing, wringing his hands in poorly disguised agitation, his head bowed.

 “Ryan?” Ray asked from between them, sharing an uneasy look with Geoff. The younger man shrugged and turned fully to Ryan, hand held out. “C’mon man, I know you’re worried but HEY!”

 In one swift motion Ryan had darted forward, grabbed Ray’s outstretched arm and yanked it behind his back. Ray started to topple forward in surprise and yelped when his other arm was pinned to his side, a knife appearing at his throat. Ryan’s stance was tense and his eyes were fixed firmly on Geoff.

 “What the actual fuck?” Geoff exclaimed, hand reaching for the sword at his belt. He slowly unsheathed it, Ryan carefully tracking his every movement. “What’s got into you?!”

 “He’s gone mad,” Ray stated with a disbelieving laugh, sucking in a quick breath as Ryan pulled him closer and the knife with it.

 “Shut up,” Ryan hissed sharply. “Zaha’yi mevoro erzel’e.”

 Geoff frowned, hand clenching on the hilt of the sword. “I didn’t know you spoke Obran.”

 A malicious grin tugged at Ryan’s lips and he carefully pulled Ray forward, blue eyes darkened by the dim light glinting as he stared predatorily at the former Knight. “You don’t know anything zoldaa,” he spat. “How can you know anything?”

 “You sound funny,” Ray choked against Ryan’s tightening grip. “Come on man, I can’t breathe here!”

 Geoff had heard the minute changes to Ryan’s accent; his inflections on certain vowels sounded different and the way his mouth formed the words seemed forced, as if his jaw couldn’t remember how to move. It reminded him slightly of Gavin, except where Gavin’s speech was smooth Ryan’s was suddenly stilted.

 Ray spluttered.

 “Nobody has to get hurt here,” Geoff started, lowering his already lowered sword. “We’re all adults, we can talk through this responsibly.”

“And what if I don’t want to talk?”

 “Where’s Ryan?”

 ‘Ryan’ laughed, a dry high-pitched sound that came in grand contrast to Ryan’s usual warmth. He stopped walking. “Why, Ryan’s right here.”

 “Bullshit,” Geoff took half a step forward. He stopped when Ray hissed, a thin line of blood trickling down his neck. “Ryan wouldn’t do this.”

 “Hm,” Ryan replied thoughtfully before breaking into a wicked grin. “No? He wouldn’t do this then?”

 And buried the knife into Ray’s side.

 ----

 Miles away Gavin woke with the gasp of a drowning man, his body protesting as he tried to roll onto his back and gulp in precious air. Somewhere in front of him there was movement but his eyes, accompanying a fiery pain in the base of his skull, seemed to be full of stars and the room swam sickenly before him when he tried to open them.

 He didn’t know if it was the pain, the confusion or a combination of the two that was causing the stirrings of panic to take hold but a warm and gentle hand appearing on his shoulder started to ground him; Jack’s voice was soft and comforting even if he couldn’t quite understand the words being spoken.

 Something cool and soothing was placed on his brow. After what seemed like minutes of heavy breathing he tried to open his eyes again.

 “Hey,” Jack greeted quietly, sitting on a chair by the bed. The room seemed darker and even though it swam it was tolerable. “How’re you feeling?”

 “Like absolute bollocks,” the words escape him in a dull croak, his head twinging. The damp cloth on his forehead slipped down over his eyes and he sighed in relief. “Ugh…”

 “You’ve had a nasty knock to the head, no wonder you feel like crap,” Jack shifted and moved the cloth back up. Squinting through the light Gavin could just make out the concern across the other man’s kind face. “What do you remember?”

 “Er,” a lot of green. Not that that made sense. The outside air, fresh but with a hint of something. A sea of white and brown creatures staring at him? “Cows?”

 Jack’s answering chuckle was warm. “You’ll be fine.”

 Gavin hummed in response and closed his eyes, breathing slowly. “Where is everyone?”

 “Ryan brought you back here and the others went with him to go and find whoever did this to you.” Jack hesitated for a moment before continuing. “Michael’s missing.”

 “Huh?” Gavin’s eyes flew open and he blinked. “Wait, what?”

 It was if a dam had broken within his mind. Memories - proper, solid and sensical - flooded his awareness in a tidal wave of colour and sound. He choked on words that tried to form on his tongue as the last thing he had seen, and he had seen it he realised, came crashing down to the forefront.

 Ryan’s eyes had been wide and crazed; the smirk on his lips something inhuman. He wasn’t Ryan.

 “Oh bollocks,” he fought past the nausea that ensued as he bolted upright. Jack, startled, jumped forward to stop him but Gavin did his best to push past, swinging his legs off the bed and trying to stand. His knees, surprised by the sudden weight, buckled and it was Jack’s strong grip on his elbow that prevented him from falling forward.

 “Hey! What’s wrong?”

 Gavin looked up at Jack with wide hazel eyes. “The others, they’re walking into a trap!”

Next Chapter

#Ragehappy #AH Fantasy AU #Freewood #Remnants of Control #myfics

[moriarty]

hey weren't you writing an evak fic? can we have a peek?

sure. he’s an unbetaed 1/3 (which is to say, i’m pretty bad at punctuating dialogue) that is my take on the fighting scene in s4

Outside it was cold and bright, and Even enjoys the chance to slink away from the crowded room for a few minutes, even if he and Isak were not and could not be alone yet, would have to wait a few more hours, at least, before making their excuses and heading home. It wasn’t bad, being with all of their friends. The singing had not been bad at all. The shock, though, had still to wear off.

When the door to the karaoke place opens and Elias and the other boys join them on the street, it feels inevitable. Even had known, from the second he’d locked eyes with Mikael and Elias across the room, that it would all be coming to a head today.

They talk quietly among themselves for a while, and Even watches. The boys - his boys too, now - haven’t stopped talking about the russe bus the girls had gotten into, and something else about someone named Sara that he misses the tail end of. It isn’t long before Even can feel Isak honing in on his dispersing engrossment, attention sharpening as he looks to where Even’s Bakka friends now stand. The air charges. Even feels present and future hitting him at once, and distantly, as if from the depth of an ocean away, he feels panic start to wrap around his lungs.

Nothing grand happens. His old friends walk up to them, nod heads in greeting, and stand looking at Even. Even understands he should be the one making the first move, but he’s stuck, eyes flitting from Mikael’s bowed head to Elias’ unsure stance.

“How’ve you been?” is what Elias asks after a few moments in which they all stand exchanging hesitant looks. “Sana said you asked about us. Did she tell you hi?”

Even sees the smile in his eyes and relaxes a fraction. Mikael’s silence speaks for itself, and that’s cool with him. Even understands not everyone is as forgiving as Elias, and he wouldn’t ask anything of Mikael that he wasn’t interested in giving, not anymore.

“Ja. She also told me you’ve been giving your parents some grief,” he says, voice tilting in a teasing accent.

Elias scoffs. “Of course she did. Can’t stop herself from dissing me at every opportunity, can she.”

“Well, is it a lie?”

Elias smiles. “Not really. Have you ever heard of Sana lying?”

Even bursts out a laugh, and Elias’ smile grows. He glances at Mikael, looks at Even again, and bumps shoulders with him to get his attention. “You aren’t going to say hi? Weren’t you telling me that you missed him?”

Mikael finally snaps up, glaring at Elias with wide eyes. Elias just shrugs, as if saying, “What?”

Even feels himself standing to attention at that, and his eyes don’t leave Mikael for a second. Mikael looks up at him, finally, and gives an awkward smile, then laughs.

“Hi,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Hei,” Even answers, voice quiet.

“I, uh,” Mikael’s eyes travel from Even to Elias and back, and he coughs. “I was looking at some old footage the other day. And I found Regnbue. Do you remember that?”

Even feels surprised laughter leave him, and shakes his head a little. “Ja, of course I remember. That shit took me ages to edit. Didn’t we have about 100 takes of that kiss scene?”

Mikael laughs right along, comfortable now that the first words had been spoken. “Whose fault was that? Even “Fincher” Naesheim, master director?“

Even rolls his eyes, finally looking at his Nissen boys and at Isak, who stands looking at Mikael.

“Guys, these are my old friends from Elvebakken. Elias, Mikael, Adam, and Mutta. Hey, man,” he nods at Adam, who winks, and at Mutta, who gives him a huge smile and braves the distance, grabbing him in a hug. Even doesn’t hesitate, and looks at the boys with an arm still around Mutta’s back. “These are Jonas, Mahdi, Magnus, and Isak.”

He nods at Isak with warm eyes. There’s a split second of silence before they’re nodding and raising their hands in greeting, and the boys greet them back with ease. Even sees Jonas give Isak a sidelong look.

Conversation sparks between them all with ease, and they end up pairing off to talk after a few minutes, the divide a natural result of Magnus’ and Adam’s exuberant back and forth about, of all things, the dance girls, and of Even, Elias and Mutta’s quiet conversation over a shared acquaintance.

Even remembers to check on Isak only after the shouted “What?” comes from where he and Mikael had ended up standing together, and by then, it’s too late. He swivels around to look at him, and catches sight of Isak grabbing Mikael by the collar. Mikael stares up at him, unflinching.

“Isak?” Even asks, kind of yells, stepping towards him, but Isak seems lost to communication. He sees Jonas trying to pull him away from Mikael, but Isak stands his ground. Even’s heart is trying to beat up and out, and he feels like he’s about to vomit it onto the concrete. He doesn’t know what’s happened, how anything could have happened in such a short amount of time, but he only needs to look at Isak for a second to understand that this isn’t a simple strife.

Mikael says something that’s too low for Even’s hearing to pick up on, and he swears he feels before he sees Isak’s control snap. Reality as it happens seems to take on a movie-like quality before his eyes, and he sees Isak’s arm sling backwards, in slow but unsteady motion. Half a second cut - did he blink? - and Isak’s fist is making contact with the edge of Mikael’s jaw.

Everything fast-forwards.

Elias, calm until that exact moment, looks from Mikael’s wide eyes to Isak’s wild ones, and if Even had thought the situation had been precarious, balanced on the edge of something terrible, it’s nothing like the feeling that swoops in and grabs his heart then. In a split second, he reaches with his left hand for the hood of Isak’s sweater, pulls him back with a kind of strength he had not felt himself use in a long time, and he’s quick, and it would’ve been enough if it were anyone but Elias, but fuck, he isn’t quick enough.

It’s a shock, even though he had caught the movement as it had begun, still a shock even when Isak’s body is being shoved toward his chest with the impact of the punch, still a moment distilled in desperation even as he manages to pull Isak away from the fight, get his hands on the sides of his face and look at all of him, from his closed eyelids to the blood coating his face to the fingers he’s holding against his nose to try and stop the flow. Everything blurs at the edges of his vision.

“Isak?” if it’s a whisper or a shout, he can’t even tell. The only thing he can hear are the sounds Isak is making, so loud it’s as if they’re coming from within Even himself. The world is static. “Baby? Baby. Talk to me.”

His hands tighten over hot skin, and he can feel Isak try to speak, but his only response is a series of rapid gasps. Even looks over his face with panicked eyes, speeding over shoulders, arms and hands, looking for things he can fix and things he cannot, relieved, at the end of his inspection, not to find many that fit the latter.

He touches Isak’s arm in a caress. “We need to go to the emergency room,” is said quietly, and he can’t even take a moment to marvel at the steadiness of the voice that seems to come from his mouth before he looks at the boys - who are by their side now, but when did that happen? - for confirmation, and grabs Isak with gentleness but intent, steering him in the direction of what he calculates in his mind is the closest ER to where they currently are.

He barely notices Sana’s presence and subsequent absence. He doesn’t know where Elias, Mikael, Adam and Mutta are. The words he’s hurt thrum through him with sickening pressure, and his body moves without conscious thought.

Even tries to makes sense of what happened, but the knowledge is nebulous, and any understanding seems to escape him as soon as he’s glimpsed it. This is the first time since the words “I’ve decided my life is better off without mentally ill people” had left Isak’s mouth that he feels the distance between them so acutely. What was Isak thinking? Why had he done it? Why, for that matter, had Mikael?

He puts Jonas in charge of filing the paperwork, though not before finding the nearest nurse and doing his best to impress on her that he would not have Isak in the waiting room one second longer than necessary, not when he could see the floor being stained with red. He supposes his intensity is convincing enough, because it’s a matter of minutes before they’re being ushered into a room. A man wearing a white coat is sat by a table when they walk inside, and a different nurse is pulling Even’s attention from Isak with gentle words.

“We’re going to need you to give him some space now, okay?” He looks at her in mild incomprehension, and the doctor appears in front of them, smiling benignly at Isak before turning to Even.

“Seems like you boys got into some trouble,” he says, and looks back at Isak. “Well, let’s not keep you waiting now. If you’ll sit by the examination table, we can start.”

His voice is smooth, and his inflection is casual. Even realizes he still has his arm tight around Isak’s shoulders, and relaxes. Paints a quick smile on, and guides Isak to the chair. The examination is quick, no broken bones detected, and the first aid is quicker. There isn’t much to do in these cases, the doctor explains, except try to stop the bleeding. You’re going to feel this for a few days, he continues, looking at Isak and swiping gauze over his upper lip one last time, but I’ll prescribe you painkillers to help with the worst of it.

They walk back into the waiting room and are received with noise, Jonas being, uncharacteristically, the loudest.

“So, what did he say? Is your nose broken? Is anything?” Jonas asks, looking over Isak’s face, and then turning to Even for answers when Isak is silent for a beat too long.

“Well?” His stare is steady, but the way tension sticks to his frame tells Even all he needs to know about the state of his mind.

“It’s all fine. There’s going to be a damn lot of bruising, and it’s going to hurt. But that’s it.” He smiles a small thing, but it seems to reassure all three of them with an immediacy Even allows himself to feel surprised by.

Isak clears his throat in the silence that follows, and turns to Even. His eyes are indecipherable.

“Should we go?”

Even takes his hand, and nods yes.

#skam #anon #im sorry 2 people on mobile i cant make the readmore work at all

[mellowsobri]

Forgive Me [Draco x Reader, Five]

A/N: THERE WILL BE TWO SEPARATE ENDINGS!!! Yes, this is the last fic before the end! One ending will be where the reader gets back together with Draco, the other will be where they split ways. Also, heads up, this one sucks lol

also can we just appreciate this gif of Tom Felton he’s so hot i can't

Word Count: 2,036

Warnings: Cursing I think?? awkwardness!!! really poorly written draco not gonna lie on this one

Tags: @friceaurelia07 @fandomlover03 @tiny-strawberry- @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @1amorales1 @missidontknowwhatimdoing @weasleyswizardwheezs @canadianbirdie @all-theesee-fandoms @jellyunicornsworld

Part One/Two/Three/Four/Five(you’re here!)

Masterlist

Draco pulled away from (Name) gently, eyes half lidded and hands shaking. (Name) looked at him with dazed eyes and rosy cheeks. 

The silence was almost comfortable. It wasn't tense, nor awkward, but simply just silence. 

Draco could feel his stomach doing flips. He didn't know what to say or think, he just knew that whatever he felt couldn't be ignored. 

"I... Don't really know what to say," (Name) mumbled. Her eyes were cast downwards and her hair fell in her face. Draco lifted her chin up and gazed into her eyes that held the constellations he loved. 

"You don't have to say anything." He pulled her into another kiss, in which she complied to. 

The two parted ways, promising to meet up the next day at the same place. There was definitely something that needed to be resolved. 

(Name) went to sleep that night not feeling regret, but anxiousness. Was this what she had wanted all along? Could she just forgive him like that? Was it even okay to forgive him for what he did? 

Draco went to sleep that night knowing that she was what he wanted. Nothing more, nothing less. He had learned from his mistakes, and his decision was final. 

Draco Malfoy was in love with (Name) (Last Name), and he wasn't ashamed for what he felt.

However, Draco also understood that (Name) was not naive, so he was nervous as to how should react when she came back to her senses. Would she yell at him? Be frustrated with what happened? Or would she cherish him? Tell herself that the kiss they shared was a new start?

Surprisingly, (Name) found herself awakening peacefully. No dreams were brought to her that night, but simply just sleep, which she had been yearning for ever since the stress built up. She laid in her bed for a few moments before sitting up and realizing her roommates weren't in the dorm. Immediately, panic set in. 

"Oh my gosh, I am not late right now... Not late, not late..." She repeated the two words to herself while hastily fixing her bed head and changing out of her sleep wear. 

(Name) ran out of the common room in her (House) robe, frantically trying to get all of her stuff together. She stopped midway, looking at all of the students dressed in casual wear all gawking at (Name), a complete rushed mess. 

Saturday. 

(Name) sighed, putting a hand to her forehead. A blush resided on her cheeks as she shamefully trudged back into her room. 

(Name) came back out of the room, less of a rushed mess and more of a exasperated mess. Some of her housemates were waiting for her, smiling brightly and laughing a bit. "In a rush this morning, eh, (Name)?" (Name) smiled and rolled her eyes. 

"You bet. The one night I actually get some sleep, and this happens," she sighed. She pushed her hair back and discreetly looked around for Draco. Her friends were busy chatting to notice. 

"Anyways, we were going to Hogsmeade later. You in?" (Name) looked at them with a small smile. 

"I'm sorry. I'm pretty busy today." That wasn't all a lie. Her friends shrugged and continued on. 

"Alright. If you change your mind, just let us know." For the past month, (Name) hadn't hung out with her friends as much as she used to. Being occupied with Draco and Harry, that is. She felt a bit bad, but things needed to be settled today. 

As her housemates wandered off, she smoothed out her skirt as her eyes darted around the room in search of the blonde Slytherin boy. 

She caught a glance of blonde hair just standing right by the corner. "Oh, Dr—!"

"(Name)? That you?" McLaggen. 

"Oh! Cormac! Sorry, I mistook you for someone else. Sorry again for bothering you, I'll be going—" She started to walk off before Cormac lightly grabbed her wrist. 

"I've been meaning to talk to you, (Name)? How you doing? Heard you and Potter are done for, yeah?" He flashed her a charming smirk and his eyes narrowed. (Name) laughed awkwardly and smiled at him. Being polite never hurt anyone. "Er, yeah... I didn't know people were talking about it... Anyways, I have some things to tend to so..."

"Yeah, it's all over the school! So this means you're available?" 

"Um, well..."

"I'd be willing to take you out today if you'd like. I was going to go with Reina, but if you're single then I can drop her." He winked at her and wrapped a lazy arm around her shoulders. Did he think he was being charming? (Name) shot him a disgusted look. "I'm not—"

"McLaggen!" There he was. Draco looked relatively better than he did yesterday. The bags under his eyes lessened and his hair was back to its perfect and pristine look. "What do you think you're doing?!" (Name) took this chance to scamper away as Cormac looked like he wouldn't hesitate to do something violent. 

She looked behind her, only seeing the image of Draco getting in Cormac's face with a nasty glare. 

"Watch it—!" (Name) stumbled back a bit, as did the person she knocked shoulders with. 

"Oh, sorry..." (Name) looked at them. "Blaise...?" Blaise looked at her for a moment before breaking out into a smile. The two had been close when her and Draco were still together, but ever since they had split, they never got to see each other. 

"Blaise, oh my gosh! I haven't seen you in like forever!" 

"Oh don't be melodramatic. It's been like a month," Blaise chuckled. (Name) punched him playfully on the arm. "That's a long time, you jerk!" Blaise laughed and rubbed his arm. 

"Damn (Name), you've gotten aggressive. Where's the girl with a pack of glitter up her ass I remember?" (Name) laughed and crossed her arms. 

"I see you're still a pain, then!"

"Oh, you know you love me." The two laughed and joked around with each other. (Name) smiled sweetly at Blaise, happy to reconnect with him once again. "I'm happy I got to talk to you again, Blaise. God, I miss those days..."

"Yeah. We haven't spoke since... Um..." He stopped mid sentence, smiling awkwardly. (Name) gave him a thinned lip smile and shrugged. "I know."

"So... If I can ask, how are you and Draco? He's been super off for a while now, but last night he came back to the room with this weird glow to him. Haven't seen him like that since you two were together."

(Name) smiled and looked down. "Can you keep a secret?" Blaise nodded in response. (Name) took a breath and continued. "Last night he kissed me even though we haven't even been on good terms in forever. It just came out of nowhere—Like the Draco I told myself I hated completely disappeared. He was sensitive... He was the Draco that I fell in love with a year ago," (Name) mumbled. She shrugged and crossed her arms. "Sorry, I'm rambling..."

"No, no. It's fine. So," Blaise continued to talk while the two walked over to a bench in the hallways. "Are you two back together or...?" 

"No, we aren't... To be honest, I don't really know where exactly we stand at this point. I just know that... I didn't see any of the Draco that got on my very last nerve last night... It's like he was a completely different person." Blaise laughed softly. 

"Seems like you feel strongly about this." (Name) gave him a look, as if saying 'seriously?'

"Wow, who would've guessed?" Blaise rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. 

"But seriously... I just don't know what to do, Blaise... One part of me wants to simply run back into his arms, but another part of me is wanting to avoid him in fear of the past repeating itself. I mean... Once a cheater always a cheater, right...? But it doesn't even seem that way with Draco..." Blaise clicked his tongue in thought. He stared at a wall for a moment, thinking. "Not that I have any experience dating Draco," (Name) laughed at that. "But you said he wasn't acting like he did before, cold and distant, right?" The girl nodded, eager for him to continue.

Blaise crossed his arms and smirked. "Knowing that idiot, he's probably thinking about you right now. Not that I would ever know why he's daydreaming about a nerd like you, though." Blaise snickered and ruffled the top of her hair. (Name) grinned widely and couldn't help but blush a bit. All she had needed was some confidence. "Thank you, Blaise!" She wrapped her arms around him tightly. If she was being honest, she missed times when she could speak to someone about her problems. She had kept a lot bottled in, even when her and Harry were on better terms.

"Blaise, may I speak to (Name)? That is, if you're done canoodling." Blaise rolled his eyes and retracted his arms. 

"Yeah, yeah. (Name), while you're talking, ask him if he's found the uptight stick up his ass, would 'ya?" And with that, he left.

The two stood in silence for a few minutes.

"... 'Canoodling'?" (Name) snickered. Draco blushed and cracked a small smile. "That wasn't the point. Besides, what did he tell you?" (Name) smiled softly and shrugged. 

"Just some advice. I mean, I haven't talked to Blaise since...!" (Name) stopped, realizing what she was about to say. She cleared her throat, uncomfortable. "I haven't talked to him in a while, I mean." 

A short wave of silence washed over the atmosphere until (Name) spoke up once again. "So... Thanks for getting McLaggen off my back... I didn't really know how to go about that." Draco scoffed. 

"Of course. McLaggen is just a disgusting swine." He rolled his eyes at this, cringing at the visual of Cormac inches apart from you. 

The two were stalling. Neither of them wanted to revert back to the seriousness that was seconds away. They both wanted it to stay just like this— Relaxed and light hearted.

(Name) took a deep breath. "Draco,"

"I know what you're going to say... We're going to have to talk about... What happened... And everything will go back to being... Well, awkward." (Name) thinned her lips, internally sighing. 

"You're not wrong... But come on, Draco! We can't just put this off! I just— This sounds so stupid and pathetic, but I'm confused, okay?" (Name) looked down and crossed her arms, shifting all of her weight onto one foot. Draco gulped, looking at the girl in front of him. She didn't look broken, but she looked, as she said, simply confused. "I-I'm not confused..." This caught her attention as she snapped her head up.

 "Huh?"

"I know this will sound like complete rubbish... But I'm in love with you, (Name)." She stood there for a second with an unreadable expression. Finally, she used two hands to shove him back.

"What the hell, Malfoy?!" He recoiled and stumbled a bit before regaining his composure. "You—You want to say that now?! I-I can't, I don't—! You can't just come in and... And just...!" She was rambling, unable to form complete sentences. Draco grabbed her wrist gently before pulling her in for a chaste kiss. (Name's) shoulders relaxed and she sighed, out of either exasperation or relief. After he pulled away, she was silent.

"... Well you could've just told me to shut up," she mumbled.

"Look, (Name), I know I'm being stupid—"

"Yeah, you are..." He held back an amused chuckle, continuing.

"But I've never been more sure of anything." Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked down again. "One more chance... That's all I'm asking for. I've learned so much over these months, and I'm just asking for one more chance."

"I-I just..." She sighed, placing a hand to her forehead. She propped her arm on the wall beside her as to give herself some balance. "Give me some time to think, okay? You never were a patient person," she laughed.

He resisted a grin. Was this a dream? Was he dreaming?

He grabbed her shoulders and pressed his lips to her again, relishing in (Name) as a whole. 

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