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fallout4-reacts · 1 year

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How would Nick, Danse (Pre-BB) Father and DiMA react to Sole who jerryrigged themselves a prosthetic arm out of an old gen 2 synth arm? If you don’t write for the last 2 it’s fine

Wow

This one is very original; I would never have thought of such a thing. I LOVE it!

Thank you so much for challenging me, I have uh… I admit I took a little pleasure in uh… must be honest, turning the thing into a ridiculous one 😉

Hope you’ll like it

Nick : It was a horrific experience. Sole turned it into a dark comedy. To be honest, Nick isn't surprised after the initial shock. What was to be expected when a Synth Gen2 blew Sole's arm to dust with an Institute rifle?

"Motherfucker! You take my arm, then I'll take yours!"

Nick would have wanted to tell them that … it doesn’t work that way. And it doesn't work that way. It's not a piece of duct tape that can make an artificial limb work, but every time Nick opens his mouth to speak to them, Sole gives him a look that sends shivers up his spine, even though he can't have a shiver and has no spine. So, Nick silently follows a Sole visible out of them who carries a ludicrous piece of articulated metal at the end of their shoulder for a few hours. And he struggles to hold back his laughter. Dismal.

When they retire for the night and the arm falls into the fire with the bundles of wood, Sole looks at him for a second before shrugging.

Nick rolls his eyes but remains silent. However, he is increasingly considering replacing... his companion.

"Do you agree to see a doctor about your missing limb now?"

"No, I'll ask Sturges to fix me up the next one I find."

Danse : It happened in a flash. When they reached this hellhole, the synths began to pour down on them, and the factory had previously been loaded with traps and bombs. Sole and Danse take cover to avoid a nourished shot when they hear the distinctive click of a trap.

The explosion hits both of them, but Danse's Power Armour protects him well. He finishes killing the synthetics and then searches the explosion wreckage for his recruit.

"Sole?"

He discovers them beneath a crumbled wall, which he can remove without causing further damage. Further damage than is already done.

"Stay with me, knight!"

Danse reacts immediately, putting pressure where the stump of the missing limb empties his poor companion's blood, who is still in shock, before diving inside Sole's bag and grabbing the box of stimpacks. The wound heals in time, but the arm does not grow back. Danse was already thinking of the pep talk that would be appropriate when the soldier realised what they lacked while acting in the sequence of procedures to take in such a case. But Sole pushes him back before he opens his mouth, gets up, and heads straight for a Synth Gen2's damaged body. Danse sighs; he was expecting that. Anger. Then comes denial, followed by... SHIT!

"He's already dead; what's the point in tearing his arm off?"

Sole turns to face their superior before returning to scavenge in their luggage, pulling out a tube of superglue and leather straps.

"I just lost my arm because of them. Pay-back."

In front of Danse's puzzled gaze, Sole fashions an orthosis that they stick to their stump and then secure with straps. Then they grabbed their weapon with one hand and stood in front of their superior, the prosthetic dangling grotesquely in the emptiness.

"Okay, shall we continue?"

Danse, who is absolutely taken aback, continues to fix the improvised artificial limb.

Danse shakes hard, continuing to staring at the mechanical arm that swings every time Sole changes direction. After a while, the paladin comes to an abrupt halt.

"I'm not… sure it's... in the procedure for..."

"Are we going or what?"

After a long while during which neither the knight nor the paladin reacted, Sole finally lost his composure and laughed out loud. Danse's brow furrows in displeasure.

"No, really not."

"What?"

"It's not working. We return to the Prydwen, and you allow Cade to operate you."

"There's nothing left to operate on."

"You're not going to walk around the Commonwealth dressed in a Brotherhood uniform with a synthetic arm, period."

"My body is my body!"

"It's NOT your body!"

"That’s...ridiculous. Is that all?"

"Undoubtedly," Danse admitted with a diminished smile.

"All right, Prydwen is well. Perhaps Ingram can create a better prosthetic for me."

"Definitely."

Father : Those who claim that ridicule doesn't kill have no idea what they are talking about. Father remains motionless for two minutes with his mouth ajar, as his directors exchange worrisome and uncomfortable looks. X6-88 wishes to die. After the accident, he followed Sole to the Institute, but he wished he'd blown up with the grenade when she took Sole's arm. While he was still upset over not being able to defend them from mutilation, he witnessed them ripping off the arm of a fallen Synth Gen2 and affixing it to their limb with... glue and leather straps.

And it is this portrait that they now give to Father, who appears to be in full apoplexy, silent and immovable at the end of the meeting table, his stare widened with stupor fixated on the grotesque limb that hangs from Sole's stump.

Father has recovered from his astonishment and is once again in command of his emotions, but for the first time in his life, he is torn between the need to laugh and the desire to cry. He casts an enquiring glance at X6, who tucks his head into his shoulders, feeling the shame of being connected with human foolishness for the first time in his existence.

"What is that?" the old man eventually articulates in a feeble voice.

"My new member," his parent excitedly declared.

"However...if you...want a synthetic prosthesis, we have doctors and scientists who can custom-make one for you."

DiMA : Things have become, to put it mildly, fascinating since Sole and Nick arrived on the island. When Faraday informs that they have returned to Acadia, DiMA prepared to greet them like guests, but he is totally dumbfounded for the first time since... forever.

Sole has obviously lost an arm, and DiMA can't help but feel sorry for them, but it's not that fact that has him flabbergasted. The synthetic is unable to divert his attention away from the thing, which stands grotesquely at the end of the stump.

Nick shrugs his shoulders and sighs as DiMA throw him a questioning look.

"Is that a... synthetic arm?"

Sole happily replied, "Gen2."

DiMA observes the absurd assemblage once more before turning to Nick.

"It's...ingenious," the Acadia leader said.

"It is ignominious, useless, and stupid," Nick corrects unequivocally. "I keep telling them, but they think it's a good idea to consider it. If you ask me, I think they're just using the situation to make fun of me," the detective adds between his teeth.

"Roooh" Sole just lift his eyes to heaven.

Nick then grumbles and walks away. Sole shrugs, laughing.

"Tell me, my brother, what makes Sole's gesture make you feel—

"Shut up!"

"I was making fun of him. Hey, I'm doing my best to cope."

DiMA no longer dares to open his mouth. It would be the height that he starts to stutter. Nonetheless, he is certain that if he attempts to talk, he will stutter.

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somuchcoffeeandwine · 1 year

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Does anyone want to hear me ramble about the story I'm writing?

No? Too bad.

I'll just talk about the main characters/side protagonists. For now.

First up is Sitaare:

Mini sparkle elf who wants to murder one god in particular. She also runs a cult. Firmly under the "looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you" category. She's short, has a pet snake named Seoul (Pronounced as Soul), with flashy skirts. And she sees things as strings that she can pull.

Second, we have Mayju and Thaddeus, a joint package:

Mayju is a grumpy old man/woman (genderfluid, goes with the shapeshifting) who's green, with a cane and too many scars. He's quite good with secrets, being able to convince them out of anyone. So of course her family business that he's rebuilding is a web of secrets. She also has siblings. One might be dead, the other wants to be.

Thaddeus is his husband, and a future seer. He's also in the "looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you" category. Being a fearsome pirate king will do that for you. Also looking like a twink and wearing more clothes then your race usually does. (Note: His race usually just has a short coat on, and a pair of shoes, usually sandals. Easy to slip into the water in)

Third, the token lesbians, Agate and Jo.

Agate is a peasant princess, technically queen now, with rare magic, fire. There is another, slightly more supernatural thing about her, however, it is a bit of a spoiler. She's the mom of the group, and just wants to live in a cottage on a farm with her wife and... random adopted children.

Jo is her sworn bodyguard, and also Agate's wife. A living corpse, and also has magic. Ice this time. She's a fearsome warrior, almost invincible, and known as the Blood Mistress for a reason. After all, blood is a liquid that can be frozen outside the human body. At about 31 F/-3 C. She's also tall. Like 7 feet tall. (Totally for plot purposes). She wants to fucking murder the guy who killed her brethren.

Fourth, Echo:

A doctor, who also happens to be a feeling eating monster. With massive wings. Poison is her weapon, as well as a scalpel. Those things are sharp. But she's usually peaceful. She's literally just trying to fix a deadly disease killing her race. Leave her be.

Fifth, Briar, Zoe, and Arki:

Briar is a fighter, plain and simple. Beside the dad who wants her to take over, as well as having a sixth sense that totally doesn't manifest as physic powers. Yup. Just an underground fistfighter.

Zoe and Arki are two kitsune, foxes able to turn into humans. So they obviously just run the whole undercity in a big city. Zoe more with the fighting, Arki with the thievery. Oh, and they're dating.

Sixth, Cade:

Farmer got pissed at the gods for her village dying/falling asleep, so therefore needs to go murder the gods. Did I mention I have religious issues? Oh. yeah, she's got kids she needs to get up. She's got a big old axe. Need I say more? Besides the raging bisexuality?

Seventh, Queenie and Toma:

Queenie, a nickname, as her first name, Majora, is shared by Jo, is a queen, although she's had to run. Her skill with a sword is unmatched in the kingdom, save Tomae. She's incredibly depressed, and sees ghosts. Who happen to want to shove her off a cliff. She just wants to carve dolls and puppets. Did I mention she can animate them with spirits?

Toma, her adoptive brother, as well as her general. Blind in one eye, but still a good shot. If you're told to take care of your big sister, by your dad in his last moments, you do it. Oh, and he's really just trying to get a girlfriend. Or a wife. (Yes, he is straight, but he's not cis.)

Eighth, and final, Arina and Yuki:

Arina, pronounced like Arena, is a hunter. She's young, but the strongest in the village. Killing a dragon will win you that respect. She's probably not human, as well as possibly the only hope to keep her village alive.

Yuki's her daughter, and the end of the godly lines, which means she's special. She's very close to the plot, so no more spoilerinos for you all.

Let me know if any of you want to hear more! I have so much to say

#original character #long post #lgbtqia #this is my own story #please talk to me im lonely #tw depression #tw mention of death

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bellsofblueficlets · 1 year

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A Hand Held In Offer

It was funny, in a way. Life's domain held so much pain, despite her loving soul, and gentle nature. It was Life's domain that fought, and bled, and shattered bones, that used talon and teeth. That wasn't her nature, but it was her domain.

While his was stillness, a ceasing of pain, of hunger, of fear- as well as an ending of all the sorts of hopes, possibilities, and loves, that only life could bring.

When it came time to choose a new fate, a new existence, he didn't want the reminder of what he'd lost. Didn't want to see her face on someone barely even a shadow of her. So he'd chosen a world where he never would. Where no bitties wore her face, or bore her name. Why there were none, he didn't know, but it was one reason he chose this world, and it had worked. He hadn't seen her face, anywhere.

He regretted that, now.

What was life, after all, without it's goddess?

It was possible that too much time to think wasn't good for him, but since he didn't know where he was, and every last bone in his body ached too much to move, there wasn't much to be done for it.

There was no way to tell how long he'd lain there by the time the first sounds of movements finally reach his senses. Solace listens to the quiet footfalls, the stifled yawn, the splash of water. Some small shuffling of things. Then listens to him approach...

And then stop. "You- You're awake." Was that dread? Relief? Both, he decides. It's a strange combination. "I- I um, I dressed your wounds. I hope you don't mind?"

"...Still dead asleep. Come back later."

A brief silence, followed by a mumble of, "Oh. Sorry. I'll let you sleep then."

And despite the blatant obviousness of his lie, the footsteps start to lead away. A few seconds later he hears a chair pull out, with exaggerated slowness, like the other was trying not to wake him. A small shuffling of papers, and the scratch of a pen.

That. Wasn't the expected reaction. Solace had expected to be called on his bluff immediately, and now that he hadn't been, he wasn't entirely sure where to go with it, so he just laid there, obviously awake, listening.

Several minutes passed this way, reflecting at the bitty he couldn't currently see. He still remembered his face though, like it had been carved into his memory. The last face he'd seen, before everything went wrong.

"So. What's the verdict, doc? Am I pretty much Death warmed over?"

The scratching of the pen stops. Silence fir a moment before Cade clears his throat. "H- hardly. A few bruises. Nothing broken. Well, several bruises." He corrects himself. "But you're very lucky. And," The scratching resumes, "I'm not a doctor."

"...Do you always say tell patients who can feel their teeth humming that they're lucky?"

"If they're alive to feel their teeth humming, then yes." This time his writing doesn't pause, the soft scritching continuing on. "Though I don't believe I'm um, familiar with 'humming teeth' as a result of injury. Perhaps head injury? Could you describe the sensation in greater detail?"

Bemused, Solace admits, "Humor, doc."

"...Ah," It's hard to judge whether he really believed the reaper was serious or not. "Um, sorry. Also, not a doctor."

He was stuck on that, wasn't he? Okay. That still left a question. "And all the splintering when I hit?" He'd been... at least somewhat convinced he'd was going to wake up dead. Quite literally, in his case.

"Uh. Rolly... he mentioned pulling you out of some- some dead shrubbery," The science sans explained, tapping his pen on the desk, in what Solace could only assume was nervousness. "On a balcony. So, uh. Yeah. Very lucky."

...Death, saved from dying, by a dead thing. The fucking irony. He chuckles, he can't help it, of course he instantly regrets it, tensing with a hiss, to the sound of a skidding chair, and the sound of it falling to the floor. "Okay. Not the best medicine."

"Where does it hurt?" The words are practically beside his ear, and Solace opens his sockets, not having realized he'd closed them, only for his medic to absolutely freeze like a deer in headlights at the absence of eyelights in his empty sockets.

"...First reaper?" Solace guesses, amused by this again. It was a bit funny after all, his first reaper... and it was The Reaper. Or well, one of them...

"Y- Yes. Sorry... Sorry." The smaller bitty- stars, he's not half Solace's size, is he- stumbles back, overwhelmed, intimidated, and embarrassed, and not any good at hiding it.

"...Uh huh." Bemused, Solace tries to sit up, and winces, sighs, and considers, before holding out his hand. "Do you think you could-?" It was probably a long shot, but-

The science sans gives a strangled yelp, stumbling backwards and almost falling, breathing hard, and staring, eyelights blown wide like the reaper had drawn a weapon on him.

Which. He supposed he had.

A snort, rueful. Yeah, okay, long shot. Lush and Rasmarus must be exceptions then.

...Had he even tried with anyone else before now?

Silence stretches between them for a few seconds, before Solace sighs, giving up, and tries to at least find a more comfortable position while he lays there.

"You. You shouldn't be... moving yet. Anyway."

"...Mmhm." Solace points upwards, at a patch of the concrete ceiling, some distance above. "How'd you stop the leak?"

The science sans hesitates, an expression of confusion washing over his face. "Um. What?"

Solace gestures vaguely at a water stain, on said same ceiling. "The ceiling was leaking. You patched it. How?"

"...Crazy glue. And um, candle wax. Not in that order."

Solace turns his head, staring at the other bitty. The not quite five inches tall bitty. The 'since bitty, sensitive to strong smells' bitty. The 'if he'd managed to glue himself to the ceiling in the process, would have hung there until he dusted' bitty.

The currently somewhat embarrassed and offended looking bitty. "I had acetone."

"...That's not better."

The science sans frowns, crossing his arms. "And gloves!"

Solace just continues to look at him, and finally the science sans sighs. "Look, I set up a battery operated fan by the vents, I rigged a pulley system, I got the wax in place first, and used gloves and a q-tip to apply the crazy glue before retreating outside. I had a thimbleful of acetone and-"

He falters as Solace just continues to look at him, less in disbelief now, and more as if he'd just grown a second head. "How are you still alive?" The Reaper asks, somewhat flatly.

Only silence answers his question for a few seconds, but eventually it's broken by a somewhat shaky chuckle. "I. I have no idea, honestly." In that moment he looks, tired. Deeply tired. Beneath the anxiety, beneath the apparent skill, beneath the dangerous patron and the... creative problem solving...

This bitty couldn't have been more than four years old. Probably closer to three. But he had a lifetime's worth of deep exhaustion behind his eyelights. "...maybe the capital R reaper just missed me." He shrugs finally, grabbing his chair, and dragging in closer. "Or he's late. Or just left me behind."

Now it was Solace's turn to be vaguely offended, frowning. "That doesn't happen."

The science sans just shrugs, and give him a slightly crooked smile. "Then I'm afraid I don't have your answer." He says softly. "Because I should probably be dead at least a dozen times ago. Maybe the god of death just plays favorites."

...That was definitely an offended frown and furrow of brows. "That doesn't happen." He denies again. "Trust me."

A long look, followed by a soft sound, maybe a sigh. The science sans looks away, and for an instant, just an instant, Solace's catches a glimpse of something he hasn't seen since losing his status as the god of death...

A thread of life. Fragile things, waiting for the reaper's blade to sever soul from body in those last drawn breaths. Gossamer, less, delicate and shining.

This bitty's looked like it had been worn thin, in more than one place. Too thin. Solace had seen too many threads like that, where the slightest pressure should snap it away. No blade needed, only a Reaper to gather the soul... but this one hadn't.

...And then just like that, the glimpse is gone. And Solace is left to wonder at this bitty, who just hadn't fallen down, his thread weakened far past the point where so many others had.

He hadn't seen it many times over eons and countless worlds, it was rare, but far from impossible. But he didn't think he'd ever seen such a small soul keep standing, so long past the point where so many others would have fallen.

...Wait. Where else had he-

He knew him from somewhere else, didn't he? It hadn't been that long ago...

"Everyone plays favorites."

It takes a few second for the words to register, as far in left field as Solace's thoughts had wondered. "Not Death."

"No?" Those curiously intense blue eyes peer at him, from behind his oversized glasses. "So are you suggesting that all of the gods are flawless, or only the one you have a personal investment in?"

The question surprises Solace, setting him back a bit. He wasn't expecting the visibly anxious, not even half his height bitty to offer that. And he probably shouldn't find that so goddammit funny, but a ghost of a smile does pass over his face. This science sans was a irreverent little thing when he forgot to be afraid, wasn't he? And phrased like that, what kind of answer was he supposed to give? "Guess it's a good thing I'm not a god then, huh?"

"..." A nod, from the science sans. "Fair." He agrees, standing back up, "And probably just as well, considering which god you'd most likely be. I don't think I'm ready to meet Death yet, much less take his hand."

His gaze flicks briefly to Solace's hand, aware in no way of the irony of this.

Solace shrugs. "No one ever is, until they are. Even the ones that think they are."

It might be the matter of fact way he says this, but this time, for whatever reason, the science sans doesn't answer. And the reaper can't help but wonder if whatever reason he has for that silence, might be the same reason that he seems so familiar.

After several seconds of this awkward silence- "Cade, right?"

"...Oh." He looks a bit surprised, "Um. Yes. How did you know?"

Solace clears his throat, or what passes for it, and quotes, "''I'm Cade, and I'm trying to be your medic today. Please don't kill me.' I uh, just remembered that."

The other bitty flushes a slow blue over his entire face, looking like he wants to sink into the floor. "Ah. Um. Yeah, I said that, didn't I?" He fidgets a bit with his sleeve, before smoothing his lab coat, taking a deep breath, and trying to plaster a smile on his face, extremely unsuccessfully.

"Well, um, as I was, uh, saying. You have some bruising, as well as several minor lacerations, but there's no excessive magic loss- and no broken bones, fortunately. Um, considering I've, I've never set a wing before, that's probably just as- I mean, not that having set one before would make it okay if I broke it, I-" He was starting to ramble, getting visibly nervous again.

It seemed like a good time to remind him of where the conversation had started "Acetone, a pulley, super glue, and a fan?" Still with that same soft spoken incredulity as before, like he just needed to check one more time to make sure he really had heard right.

"I- I... It worked?" While he was effectively distracted from his previous anxiety, the return to this seemed to make him uncomfortable too. "I mean, I took every possible precaution I could think of, and I- I didn't want another short term fix, and I didn't want to have to ask for-"

"But you draw the line at taking my hand?"

Cade stops mid explanation, a perplexed look forming on his features. "That's. That's nit the same. It-" And again, he stops, turning over this argument in his mind. After a moment he starts paying a lot of attention to his coat again, and otherwise finding anyplace else to look, other than the reaper currently on the makeshift bed in his living room, making what Solace could see he was starting to recognize as a good point.

"Ex- Excuse, me for a, um..." Cade walks away. Just like that.

Somewhat disappointed, Solace sighs. That had been jnteresting at least. Now ut seemed that he was just going to lay here until-

He hears the sounds of things being moving around, still close by. Huh, he could gave sworn the science sans had left the room. What had him back in here already? There's occasional low mutterings of, "No, no, dammit, where- That's not going to- Maybe this?"

This continues for what has to be several minutes, no explanation given, Cade going to less effort to stay quiet with as time stretches on, until Solace hears a muttered, "Fuck it," Following by the sound of several things tumbling to the ground, sounding something akin to a box being dumped out over the floor. Clearly he was done doing this the patient way.

Solace listens to all this happening, curious, but doesn't ask what he's doing, as much as anything because he's trying to figure it out himself. After all, he didn't have much else to keep his mind occupied at the-

The science sans steps back into his range of vision, both arms now thoroughly wrapped in pieces of torn cloth, with bits of sticky bandage to hold them in place, and covering every finger as well. He was also wearing a apron, for what reason it was hard to say, and now stood there looking fidgety, and more than a little embarrassed.

...That was fair, considering this was probably one of the most ridiculous looking things Solace ever seen. Well, of the non fatal variety. In all fairness, he supposed he hadn't had tge chance to see as many of the other kind.

Cade takes a couple shaky breaths, visibly steeling himself, before finally offering Solace his hand.

It's hard for Solace to keep the look of amusement from his face, and he doesn't quite manage to banish the smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, which Cade definitely sees, gaining an even deeper blue blush-

Integrity, then. Noted. In the integrity family, at least. He'd thought maybe patience, at first glance, but-

He can see Cade starting to have second thoughts about this, his hand starting to lower, but before it can, Solace reaches out, slipping his much larger hand into his, and gripping lightly.

For a moment Cade just stares at their hands together. It was very, very obvious how much of a size difference there was between them. "Um" Solace can almost see him taking in the fact that he's not dead. Wait, quick pat of his lab coat to make sure- Okay, no. Definitely not dead.

Wheels still turning. Thoughtfulness, curiosity... The other bitty was quickly proving to be something of an open book, with nothing separating what was currently going through his head, from what was currently showing on his face. He could almost hear Cade muttering questions to himself about whether the layers were actually any kind of deterrent from a reaper's touch, or-

"...Am I distracting you?" Cade blinks, coming back to himself. Looking at Solace, then down at their joined hands. There was pretty much no question that he'd managed to briefly forget the point of this.

"Oh. No." Cade lies, poorly. "Let me just, um-" His grip on Solace's hand tightens, the science sans demonstrating surprising handstrength, actually, and braces himself, letting Solace use his smaller form to pull himself up into a sitting position.

It was excruciating, and he had to stop and try again, more than once, but-

After no small amount of effort, he'd done it. The Reaper had accomplished sitting up.

...Now he wanted to stand.

"Wait, wait, what are you doing?" Sharp panic edged Cade's voice, and Solace pauses, nods, and let's go of his hand, pushing himself up from the makeshift bed itself instead. "No, that's not what I-!"

He does it of course, gaining his feet- and promptly wobbling. Cade curses, starting to rush to his side-

Solace finds himself looking down at the little science sans- Yes, in fact less than half his height, though this wasn't currently stopping him from trying to prop up the much larger reaper, and keep him from falling, despite the obvious fear that had gripped him only moment before to simply get close enough to touch at all.

...Huh.

He doesn't overbalance completely, managing to steady himself with the little science sans' help. The other doesn't seem to notice as Solace's hand brushes against his wrist, where the wrapping are coming undone, leading him to wall instead. "Here. Brace yourself. I'll be right back." And then he's gone.

Well, not completely. Solace is able to turn his head enough to see the smaller bitty as he gathers up armful of things, carrying them to a spot close by, dropping them, and then darting off for more. He carried foam padding, dragged a hard cover book with most of it's pages missing, what looked to be part of a stuffed animal, the limb of a teddy bear maybe, a bit of fleece... duct tape, sure. Why not?

It was oddly fascinating, watching him as he cobbled together something with quick, decisive energy, grabbing the edge of the duct tape and tearing into strips, huffing when it caught on his coat, but barely slowing down-

It was a glimpse of the bitty underneath the anxiety and uncertainty, a bitty of sharp mind and quick choice, able to piece together ideas- and apparently, furniture- on the fly, with a glimpse of a grin, and a satisfied click of his tongue, and curious, warm intensity to his eyelight-

He turned around, a grin wide on his face, ready to present his makeshift creation-! Only to falter at the sight of Solace, as if to remember, oh, right, he was making this for someone else to use, and be subject to their approval and disapproval. And that suddenly the light faltered in his gaze, and the grin faded, and he just seemed... less, somehow. Like everything he'd just seen, that energy and creativity, was just... gone.

Cade drops his gaze, closing a hand around his upper arm and rubbing nervously. That spirit, that light, was just-

A deep, shaky breath, and an effort at a smile, as Cade rejoins him, offering his hand again. Solace accepts it, stepping away from the wall. The little science sans has to all but catch him as he body tries to give way...

...And he does it. Together, moving him towards the chair, and it was obviously this, that Cade had crafted him.

He didn't know what to think as he half stumbled into it, the edges of his vision nearly going back at the intensity of the pain this caused him, but then he was sinking into it, and it held his weight, and-

And just for an instant, that small look of triumph was back in Cade's eyelights, and he smiled.

Then he saw Solace watching him, and just like that, it was gone.

No. Not gone. It was still there, hidden, but there.

...He wants to see it again.

Cade gives that half hearted, forced smile again, starting to pull away, only to be stopped by Solace's hand closing around his, before he can finish drawing it from his arm.

He freezes, hard, panic flaring in his eyelights in that instant before his sockets squeeze shut, his face turning away, like someone expecting for a blow. A coldness drops, somewhere inside the reaper. Not that he hadn't already recognized the signs of abuse, of fear... but to see it directed towards him that way? Slowly, the coldness gives way to something else. Something he hasn't felt in what feels like a long time.

Deep, genuine anger. Whoever had hurt this bitty, whoever had given him reason to flinch, and wince, and wait for Solace's hand to hurt him...

Solace wanted to find them, and cause them pain.

Cade is terrified. Shaking. Not even trying to defend himself.

Solace watches him, and slowly he banishes the anger that he knows Cade would have seen in his scowl had he been looking. Swallows down the heat that tries to force its way back up, and manages to school his expression...

All in those small moments before Cade finally manages to whimper out a please, fully expecting the larger bitty that he'd gone to such lengths to bandage and tend to turn around and hurt him.

"...You dropped something." Solace isn't sure where the words come from, or how he keeps the anger from them, but once this is offered, he waits.

It's a few seconds before his words sink in, he'd fully expected it to be, but then, confused and still scared, the science sans risks looking back at him. "...What?"

Solace nods at their hands, joined, without a word. Instinctively Cade follows his gaze, at first not seeming to get what he was looking at. His hand, in Solace's. That was it.

Then a blink, and a slow, dawning understanding. He stares at his hand, then looks to see where the makeshift glove/bandage he'd been using has fallen, spotting it still against the wall, where Solace had been leaning, before. Then, back at his hand, gripped gently in the reaper's much larger one, bone to bone.

"...I don't mean to come across as a little grave, but since you seem like the kinda guy whose trust is a little hard to urn, why don't we start with the bare bones?"

Cade blinks at the small cascade of puns, managing to spot them, possibly due to the small emphasis that Solace put on them. "Um. I- I guess? So, where do we-?"

"Name's Solace. Nice to properly meet you, doc."

"...I- I'm not-" He starts to protest, only to fall short, and sigh, seeming resigned to the title. "...I'm Cade. It's... nice to meet you, Solace. Um. May I... have my hand, back? Please."

A soft snort from the reaper, but he releases his hand. He was smiling, and after a long, uncertain moment, Cade smiles back. It's small, and hesitant, but this time, it's real. He does rub his hand a bit, after reclaiming it, but Solace supposes that's to be expected. Still, adjusting his glasses, as he looks around he seems to be... calmer, if not quite okay.

He soon pauses though, taking a few steps to one side, and bending down to retrieve a sleek, shiny black feather. "...I think you dropped something too," He admits, running his hand over the soft thing, and testing the bend and spring as he examines the little quill. It was just about the right size to fit in his hand perfectly, Solace thought.

"Don't worry, I have more," Solace assured, letting himself get more comfortable in 'his' chair. Seeing the corner of Cade's mouth twitch in amusement, as he glance back at the reaper's vast wings, in a moment of impulse, he adds, "You can keep-"

Just as Cade starts to ask, "Can I keep-"

Both fall silent for an instant, and then Solace chuckles, offering a wave of his hand, or well, at the moment more like a wave of the two fingers left that don't currently hurt like hell. "Keep it," He assures, adding again, "I have plenty."

A slow, small brightening of the little science sans' expression. "I- I suppose, I do need a new pen..." He runs his fingers over the silky softness of a few times, utterly delighted. "Its- it's so soft," He marvels, amazed, "It's practically down! How are you even able to fly with feathers like these?"

"...Magic." Solace offers, somewhat dryly.

A sound from Cade, soft, annoyance, definitely. Not amusement. Nope.

And Solace sees it again, in the hidden amusement of his huff, and the soft delight shining in his eyelights over a 'simple' thing like a feather, and every time he saw the little science sans' ghost of a smile. That light, that strength, that utter vitality and joy for life... It was all still there. Buried beneath the hurts, and the fear... a small light, still flickering on.

Solace realizes in those moments that he wants more of that light. He wants to coax it out of hiding, to hold it in both hands, and watch it shine, without fear of letting him see.

...Life would like him, the Reaper thinks, smiling as he watches the medic walk to his desk, not realizing that is the first time in a long time that the thought of her hadn't brought him pain.

And Cade, even more oblivious, still admiring the feather, and eager to try out his nice new pen...

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grumpyassathena · 4 years

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Story Ideas!!

I need inspiration. Gimme thoughts and ideas!

I can write about;

•The Outsiders

•Supernatural

•Sherlock

•Doctor Who

•The Avengers

•and pretty much anything else lol

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that-blue-vault-dweller · 3 years

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Ok a break from sadness, companions react to sole being a doctor? not just any doc, but one that can make really good prosthetics?

Ooh, I really like this!!! 🥰

Thank you for the request!! I hope you enjoy! 💙💛

Cait - Honestly is not too affected by the knowledge. She's obviously really pleased that F!Sole is more than capable to put her back together if the situation calls for it. But it is not something that she regularly thinks about when she sees F!Sole. To her, F!Sole is just the same as she was before Cait found out about her ability.

Piper - Loves the fact that she has such an incredible friend who has such a wonderful talent to help so many people. She proudly writes an article about her in Publick Occurrences whenever she finds out, and Piper talks about how F!Sole is the biggest genius that she knows. She also writes plenty of pieces about the instances that F!Sole has medically helped people that needed it, and she is sure to gush over her amazing, giving heart.

Curie - Suddenly feels so much more relieved about the prospect of having one of her limbs blown off. She definitely is going to do all that she can to avoid that scenario, but she definitely feels a lot better knowing that she is such close friends with someone who can give her a wonderful replacement that is as close to real life as it comes. She also asks F!Sole if she would be willing to teach her how to make these wonderful miracles.

MacCready - Thinks that it is really awesome that she knows how to do all of that stuff. He doesn't think she should waste her time on people that would not give her a second thought outside of what she can do for them, but he does like how she is kind enough to try to make prosthetics for anyone that wants them from her.

Deacon - Asks her if she can make one that could work as an overlay for his actual leg. He would love to look like he had a prosthetic leg without actually having one. It would greatly assist him in looking completely different from himself while he is undercover. He also sees its incredible possibility to benefit Railroad members, so he suggests that she work with Carrington and Tinker Tom to teach them how to make prosthetics as well.

Codsworth - Already knew about her capabilities, but he is proud nonetheless. He particularly likes how she is sharing her gift and her knowledge with the Commonwealth. He desperately hopes that she will bring some of the humanity that was before the bombs to today's wasteland world.

Hancock - Thinks that she is even more incredible than he thought. He will waste no time in bragging to the people throughout Goodneighbor about the best person he knows and how she can almost magically work miracles and make people walk again. It's a little over-the-top, but then again, that's just how he rolls.

Danse - Feels that she is an even greater asset to the Brotherhood. He is fascinated by her ability to replicate life so well and to help people. He is very proud to introduce her to the Brotherhood as not only a great fighter but also as a great doctor. He believes that she could teach Knight-Captain Cade quite a few things that could help soldiers with missing limbs and whatnot.

Preston - Is absolutely pleased as can be to have a General who is not only the most incredible fighter and the most good-hearted person he has ever met but also is the best doctor he has ever seen. He asks her if she would be willing to share her creations with the Minutemen and help all of those fighters that have lost so that they might could regain some amount of movement or convenience that they had before. He also asks if she would be willing to teach.

Valentine - Feels a lot better about going out into dangerous situations. If she can make prosthetics, then she can definitely fix synth limbs. However, she does not let him think for one moment that he has an excuse to be more reckless than he already is. He promises to be careful still, even though he knows that if the situation requires it, she has him covered.

X6-88 - Finds it to be quite fascinating and wonders how she came to know so much about advanced prosthetics with only Pre-War advancements. The Institute, despite being much more advanced in many ways from a Pre-War world, still has not managed to master prosthetics. He asks her if she would be willing to explain to Institute doctors about her ways.

Strong - Does not really understand the concept. When super-mutant brother or tiny human loses leg or arm, it is just the way it is. They don't just get a new one. In fact, he has seen super-mutant brothers kill or leave behind other brothers when they lose a limb, so he believes that is the appropriate way to handle such things.

Maxson - Thinks that her ability is absolutely remarkable, and he even privately requests that she make leg prosthetics for Proctor Ingram. It would allow her a significant amount of mobility and some convenience that she has not possessed since she lost her legs, and it would make him very happy to be able to gift her such a thing since she does so much for the Brotherhood.

Sturges - Honestly is absolutely impressed. Of course, being a doctor is enough to make him think that she is a genius. And as a person who works with machines and whatnot, the fact that she is able to make prosthetics and "fix" people is utterly incredible to him. He is always in awe when he sees her at work, and he sort of wishes he knew how to do that himself even if he does believe that it is beyond his skill level.

Glory - Is shocked, but she takes it in stride. It's honestly not that big of a deal for her, but she does occasionally like to put Carrington in his place and tell him that F!Sole can do something he can't. He is sometimes way too unpleasant toward F!Sole, and she takes any opportunity she can to prove to him that F!Sole is actually a really decent person.

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wandaswigglywoes · 2 years

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Tell us about your oc’s then?

isjflksdjflksd i have a lot. and i have a lot of feelings about them. I started an original story with them but it's kind of plotless. it's just me wanting to flesh them out more and see how they would interact. but its moving toward one finding out another is their long lost sibling. I'll start with my first though-- one that has been with me since like 2012. She started off as a roleplay character, but she's evolved into so much more. I still roleplay her from time to time, adapt her to whatever plot, but she keeps her personality. i'm putting this under a read more bcs it got kind of long. oops

Cadence Kelman is a 31 year old lesbian who works as a bartender. she was adopted by two doctors after one of them found her as a baby behind the hospital dumpster. for a long time she had no idea she was adopted, until her petty little sister, Riley found a box with newspaper clippings about the incident and Cade's adoption papers in the back of their parents' closet. She ends up shoving that in Cade's face during a fight. "Well at least I'm not a dumpster baby!" Cadence is a broody, sarcastic, asshole with no direction and no ambition. She's just trying to find something that sparks passion in her life.

of course, after that fight, in my original story, Cade packs everything and leaves her hometown. after spending her whole life feeling as if she never fit in, she finally understands why.

she drives over many state lines, until she stops at a bar with a help wanted sign, where we meet my next oc(s).

the owner of the bar is 34 year old Celestial Struthers, although if you call her anything other than Celeste, she'll kick your ass. Her mother was/is crazy into astrology, and whole heartedly believes in tarot cards. Celeste doesn't believe in any of it, although she does hold tarot card readings on the side. it's easy money. (her readings always end up being right, though) Celeste is pretty laid back, and very witty. She isn't afraid to call out anyone on their shit. She hires Cade on the spot.

Celeste's other bartender is a part timer. Roxana King, or Roxy for short is a long legged, tatted beauty. she's 33, and only works for Celeste while she apprentices for a tattoo shop. she's very flirty and charismatic and knows everything about everyone, because they all inevitably spill to her when they're at the bar.

Then come two of the bars regulars, one college student, Grayson Parker who is a Psychology major. She's 25 and comes to the bar to people watch and chat with Roxy, who she may or may not have a crush on. She's surprisingly bubbly and optimistic and everyone loves her.

The other regular is Officer Sawyer Mathews, roguishly good looking and incredibly polite, he is the only exception to Celeste's hard belief in ACAB. Sawyer is 28 and he comes in to play pool and blow off steam. He was adopted by his dad (who is a retired police officer) and his wife, when Saw was 8, because on his 7th birthday, his mother overdosed in a chuck e cheese parking lot with her boyfriend.

But as it turns out, eventually-- if I write it, Sawyer and Cadence will find out that they have the same mother. and it'll be a sort of found family type thing.

and yeah, those are my main babies. i think you got a little more than you bargained for and i apologize lmfao.

#idk what to tag this is #holly gushes about her ocs ig #this is the short version lmao

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agent-barnes40 · 4 months

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Blood and Love

Dhawan!Master x reader (Romantic)

TW: Murder, regular Master bs, possessive Master, Angst, Suggestive

The Master usually doesn't kill hands on, but for you, he will.

My take on The Master being covered in blood trope

You stepped back in fear as you watched the crazed Time Lord come crashing into the console room, his entire outfit was soaked in blood and some had splattered up onto his face. A laugh left him as he left a trail of blood as he started to make his way toward you.

You had stepped back in fear, again. Your survival instincts kicking in. You were used to the blood at this point, but not this much and the smell of iron had filled the room quickly. You took another step back as The Master stepped closer.

"Don't worry about them, pet. I made sure they wouldn't touch you ever again." He said as he turned to fiddle with the console.

You nodded, throat closing up. Your brain couldn't help flashing images of him physically ripping apart the humanoid aliens that had accidentally grabbed you. You couldn't help the gag that left you as you covered your mouth.

The Master's head quickly snapped to look at you and he tilted his head, assessing. "What's wrong, sweetling?"

You waved your other hand, as you turned around, trying to take a deep breath to remove the nausea. The TARDIS started to groan, trying to help. "No, no Humans can handle the smell of blood, they constantly interact with it!"

You started to head towards the hallway that lead to your room, knowing the farther away from him, the smell would get better. You stood in the hallway, able to handle the still strong smell of blood but it wasn't up in your throat as it was before.

"Not in this amount, Master." You said, gesturing to his clothes. You tried to catch his eyesight, trying to let him know you weren't disgusted at his actions.

The Master stared you down, his eyes catching yours and you smiled. "I love the gesture, Master."

He shook his head, blood splattering a bit from the blood that had gotten into his hair. "But?"

You smiled even wider. "You are covered in blood, and my human brain can't handle the stench of you covered in blood."

"Oh so I smell now?"

"You always smell, Master, this time you just don't smell good."

That got a grin out of the pouting Time Lord. He leaned against the console and gestured to himself. "So what do I smell like normally?"

"My master. You smell like you. I can't explain it." You responded, before turning to head to your room. "Now, please get changed and washed before I come back. I would very much like to kiss you."

"No human can order me around!" The Master called out, and you laughed.

"This one can! See you when you aren't covered in blood!"

"No before shower kiss?"

"After shower kiss! You smell horrible!"

The Master found you curled up in the library, reading the continuation of a book series you were reading back on Earth. He leaned against the wall as you flipped the page. He watched as your eyes looked up and stared off, a habit you got into to help alleviate headaches from reading. "I could just give you something for your reading headaches."

You jumped and let out a short scream, almost tossing the book at him. "You asshole! You can't scare me like that!"

He laughed as he walked over, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You tilted your head up, looking at him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your nose. You two had domestic moments like this but usually he tended to hide away after murdering, not wanting you to see very full extent of his anger. You closed the book and reached a hand up, grabbing his. "What's wrong with my Time Lord?"

He shook his head, squeezing your hand. He just stood there for a moment before you pulled your hand away, twisting on the couch you were sitting on, so you could face him correctly. "Would you like your after shower kiss?"

"I shouldn't have let you see me like that." The Master finally whispered, one look at his eyes let you know he was rethinking everything you had done and said earlier.

"You humans are so soft and breakable, any touch by anything can kill you and your species. You can barely keep yourselves living for a hundred years. I shouldn't have even allowed them to see you. What if those aliens hands were covered in a poison that would sink into your skin? What if they had pulled you away more than they already had before I stepped in? They could've just taken you away and killed you because you are associated with me." He didn't even realize that he had started talking, and it wasn't until you had started to get up that he registered.

"You're leaving aren't you? I knew being big and bad was what attracted you to me but me being possessive is what drives you away." He snapped, anger bubbling to hide how vulnerable he just was.

You stopped, mid walk around the back of the couch and stared at him. Your eyes wide before you quickly crossed your arms, putting up a barrier. "Do you want me leaving? Am i making you to soft?"

It was his turn to step back, his eyes watching as you settled into a practical wall of anger. "You were the one who got up!"

"Youre the one that just accused me of leaving you! I wouldn't dare! Do you how boring it would be to leave you behind? No more fun nights roaming random planets before imploding them, no more sitting in this library debating about what book to read, no more fights in the console room about you being covered in blood." You snapped, glaring at him

He stood there in shock for a moment, staring at you. You smirked and then just spun on your heel and walking away.

"Where are you going?" He called and you tossed your hands up.

"Im gonna go pack since you obviously don't want me here!" You shouted as you headed down the hallway.

The TARDIS was groaning and whirring at you to get you to stop and you looked around before whispering. "I'm not actually leaving, just want him to freak out a little."

You sat and waited on your bed, looking over at the door when The Master had tossed it open, the door slamming against the wall as he marched over to you and grabbed your arms, his hands tightening so you couldnt squirm out of his arms. His coat had been abandoned and his vest had been opened, showing the purple button up he wore. His eyes glared down at you. "You are not leaving me, ever. You hear me pet?"

You tried to hide your smile with a groan and rolling your eyes, angering and egging him on even more. A smirk had started to cross his face, as his eyes left your face to scan your room. "You minx. You wanted me to get angry."

"Only way for you to realize I love you and wouldn't leave." You said, a smile finally showing on your face.

The Master started to push you back, forcing you to lie down on the bed. "Then I should show you why you shouldn't anger me."

#Doctor Who x reader #Dhawan!Master x reader #Cade's Writing for Doctor Who

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cuddly-dean-baby · 3 years

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what fandoms/people i will write for

tag list

Updated on 25 March 2024

i'll most likely write male or gn reader, so it's fair for everyone

give me a small description of what you want. i'm down to write some lgbt+ as i'm part of the community. if you want me to write the request as a mini series, tell me also

i'll try and write smut, but i doubt it. i'll write close to it (so basically a cockblock) but i'll see how i feel about it

i apologize if the requests take long. it's either because i've been a bit busy, writers block being a pain in the ass, i've been feeling unwell, or work has me drained

~the actors who play the characters~

The Walking Dead (game and show) Daryl Dixon Rick Grimes Negan Javier Garcia Clementine Shane Walsh

Supernatural Dean Winchester Sam Winchester Castiel Jack Kline Meg Rowena MacLeod Jody Mills

Marvel Tony Stark Pietro/Peter Maximoff Scott Summers (Cyclops) Alex Summers (Havok) Charles Xavier Hank McCoy (Beast) Bucky Barnes Clint Barton Doctor Strange Peter Quill Loki Sam Wilson Wade Wilson (Deadpool) Matt Murdock Thor Marc Spector Steven Grant Tobey Maguire!Peter Parker/SpiderMan Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker/SpiderMan Frank Castle Miguel O’Hara Hobart “Hobie” Brown Driug

DC Clark Kent Dick Grayson Garfield Logan Jason Todd Harley Quinn Poison Ivy Arthur Curry (Aquaman) Connor Kent

The Witcher Geralt

BNHA/My Hero Academia Bakugo Aizawa Kirishima FatGum

Resident Evil (game) Carlos Oliveira Karl Heisenberg Leon Kennedy Chris Redfield Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

The Umbrella Academy Viktor Hargreeves Diego Hargreeves Five Hargreeves Klaus Hargreeves

Detroit Become Human Connor Hank Anderson RK900 Markus Elijah Kamski Ralph Gavin Reed

The Haunting (Hill House + Bly Manor) Luke Crain Nellie Crain Peter Quint Owen

Hellboy

The Maze Runner Newt Minho Thomas

Z Nation 10K Javier Warren Addy

IT (2019) Bill Denbrough Ben Hanscom

Rise of the Guardians Jack Frost Bunnymund Pitch (Boogeyman)

Tarzan

American Horror Story (Evan Peters’ characters)

Big Hero 6 Tadashi Hamada

Transformers Bumblebee Crosshairs Grimlock Colonel William Lennox Cade Yeager

Shadowhunters Jace Wayland Alec Lightwood Simon Lewis Magnus Bane

Seven Deadly Sins Meliodas Ban Harlequin/King

The Mandalorian

Twilight Carlisle Cullen Edward Cullen Jasper Hale Emmett Cullen Jacob Black

Divergent Four/Tobias Eaton Peter

Overwatch McCree Reaper Soldier 76

YouTubers Markiplier jacksepticeye Corpse Husband Anthony Padilla David Dobrik

Kingsman Eggsy Unwin Agent Tequila Agent Whiskey

Some Horror Slashers Jason Voorhees Michael Myers Pyramid Head Brahms Heelshire Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher) Thomas Hewitt Bubba Sawyer Hannibal Lecter (show)

Lucifer

The Wolf Among Us Bigby Wolf

Peaky Blinders Thomas Shelby

Stranger Things Steve Harrington Billy Hargrove Jim Hopper Eddie Munson

Shameless Carl Gallagher Ian Gallagher Mickey Milkovich Kevin Ball Veronica Fisher

Dickensian Arthur Havisham

The Sandman Morpheus (Dream) The Corinthian

The Band Ghost Aether Mountain Rain Swiss DewDrop Papa III (Terzo) Papa IV (Copia)

Bullet Train Tangerine

Castlevania Dracula Alucard Hector Trevor Belmont

Call Of Duty Simon 'Ghost' Riley König John ‘Soap’ MacTavish Mitchell

The 100 Bellamy Blake Finn Collins

Game of Thrones Oberyn Martell Jon Snow

The Last Of Us Joel Miller

Midnight Mass Riley Flynn Father Paul Hill Sheriff Hassan

The Boys Billy Butcher Soldier Boy (Ben)

FNAF (movie) Mike Schmidt

The Hunger Games Peeta Mellark Finnick O’Dair

Avatar Jake Sully

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magics-protector · 4 years

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Characters I write for

Personal Favourites ~ Merlin (BBC), Tommy Shelby, Jim Moriarty, Ninth Doctor, Castiel, Obi-Wan Kenobi, General Hux, Cassian Andor, Bilbo Baggins, Eómer, Diaval, Captain Jack Sparrow, Caspian X, Eret (HTTYD), Rumplestilskin (OUAT), Krel Tarron, Wolverine

BBC Merlin ~ Gwaine, Leon, Percival, Elyan, Arthur, Lancelot, Gwen, Morgana

Peaky Blinders - Arthur Shelby, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Alfie Solomons

Sherlock ~ Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Molly Hooper, Eurus Holmes

Doctor Who ~ Rose Tyler, Ten, Rory Williams, Amy Pond, Eleven, Clara Oswald, Twelve, Bill Pots, Thirteen, Simm!Master, Missy, Dhawan!Master, Jack Harkness

Supernatural ~ Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jack Klein, Gabriel, Gadreel, Charlie, Anna, Micheal, Lucifer, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Kevin Tran, Balthazar, Benny Lafitte, Mick Davies

NBC Hannibal ~ Hannibal Lector, Will Graham

Criminal Minds ~ Doctor Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau

Prime’s The Boys ~ Billy Butcher, Hughie, Frenchie, Annie (Starlight), Queen Maeve *I will likely write for Jensen Ackles’ character in season three - if he’s not a dick*

Star Wars ~ *original* Han Solo, Lando, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker *prequels/clone wars* Qui-Gon Jinn, Padme, Rex, Ahsoka Tano *sequel* Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron, Finn, Rey *Others* Dyn Jarren

Good Omens ~ Crowley, Aziraphale, Newton Pulsifer

Keanu Reeves Character’s ~ John Wick, Constantine, Neo, Ted Logan, Jack Traven

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit ~ *LOTR* Aragorn, Legolas, Elrond, Boromir, Faramir, Eowyn, Arwen, Merry, Pippin, Frodo, Sam, Haldir, Galadriel *The Hobbit* Thorin, Dwalin, Bofur, Thranduil, Bard, Human!Smaug, Fili, Kili

Star Trek ~ Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Spock, James Kirk, Uhura, Chekov, Scotty, Khan

Disney Characters ~ Gaston (Live Action), Flynn Rider, Tarzan, Thackery Binx (Hocus Pocus), Aladdin, Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Will Turner (POTC)

How to Train Your Dragon ~ Astrid, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Hiccup Haddock

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts ~ *HP* Draco Malfoy, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Tonks, Snape, Bill Weasley, Fred, George *FBAWTFT* Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein, Jacob Kowalski, Queenie Goldstein, Credence Barebone, Percival Graves, Theseus Scamander

Once Upon a Time - Jefferson (The Mad Hatter), Killian Jones, Edward Hyde, Graham, August, Emma Swan,

Trollhunters/3Below ~ Jim Lake Jr, Claire, Aja Tarron, Steve Palchuk, Douxie

The Umbrella Academy ~ Luther “One”, Klaus “Four”, Ben “Six”, Deigo “Two”, Allison “Three”, Vanya “Seven”, Five

The Outsiders ~ Darry Curtis, Two-bit Matthews, Soda Pop Curtis, Dally Winston, Steve Randle, Johnny Cade, Ponyboy Curtis

Gotham ~ Jervis Tetch, Jeremiah and Jerome Valeska, Jim Gordon, Bruce Wayne, Selene Kyle, Alfred Pennyworth

Marvel (Avengers + X Men) ~ Bucky Barnes, Loki, Skurge, Doctor Strange, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Quicksilver (Pietro and Peter), Scarlett Witch, Magneto, Everett Ross, Nightcrawler, Charles Xavier, Thor, Tony Stark, Mysterio, Yon-Rogg, Peter Parker

Miscellaneous ~, Balem Abrasax (Jupiter Ascending), Commodus (Gladiator), Charlie Sisters (The Sisters Brothers), Black Hat (Priest), Mori (OHSHC), Zuko (ATLA), Sokka (ATLA), Bigby Wolf (The Wolf Among Us), Connor (Detroit; Become Human), John Kennex (Almost Human), Kyoya (OHSHC), Natsu Dragneel (Fairy Tail), Gray Fullbuster (Fairy Tail), Gajeel Redfox (Fairy Tail), Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Robotnik *Jimbotnik* (Sonic the Hedgehog), Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things), Hopper (Stranger Things), Lucian (Underworld), Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax), Brahms Heelshire (The Boy), Bakugo (My Hero Acadamia), Aizawa (My Hero Acadamia), Todoroki (My Hero Acadamia), Merlin (Kingsman), Agent Whiskey (Kingsman), Eggsy (Kingsman)

I am willing to add more if I get into more shows and stuff.

I can do AUs and stuff (I like soulmate AUs but really i’ll do any AU)

#x reader insert #reader insert #x reader #reader insert fanfiction #x reader fanfiction

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returnn-of-the-mac · 5 years

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Oki I got a spook request b4 halloween. Synth Shawn slowly melting in front of SS &Co. after like 2 years of paternal bonding an there's no way to help cause the nerds went boom an he was a prototype.

This one was interesting! Most (most) of the companions are very sweet & helpful. I didn’t include X6 because assuming the Institute was destroyed, he would be either dead or hostile. So. No X6 here (which is a shame because I love writing him lol). Please enjoy!🎃

FO4 Companions React: Synth Shaun Melting

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“[Mom/Dad],” Shaun whimpered, holding his head, “I don’t feel so good...”

A concerned Sole and their companion approached the little boy, crouching down to his level. Before they could even ask what was wrong, Shaun let out a blood-curdling scream as half his face began to spontaneously melt. Sole panicked and grasped their son’s hand as their eyes welled with tears. They shot a look of desperation at their companion as their world melted before their eyes:

MacCready: MacCready scrambled over to Shaun, his fatherly instincts immediately kicking in. He knelt next to the young synth and gently rubbed his back, “Shh, shhh. It’s gonna be okay, buddy,” he cooed, “We’ll get you all fixed up.” MacCready looked around frantically, and then remembered the soldier in his pocket. “Here, why don’t you play with this in the meantime,” he suggested, handing Shaun the toy. As Shaun distracted himself with the doll, MacCready shot Sole a look of desperation, as neither of them knew how to help the young synth. “The only person I can think of who would actually be able to help...” MacCready thought for a moment, “...Is probably Doctor Amari. We have to get to Goodneighbor right now.” With that, MacCready picked Shaun up off the ground, holding him securely as the group left for Goodneighbor.

Ada: “[Sir/Ma’am]? Shaun’s condition is critical,” the robot noted, concerned. “Unfortunately, I am not as advanced as a Mr. Handy or Ms. Nanny, so I do not have mechanical or medical information stored in my hard-drive.” Ada thought for a moment, “You did mention you had a Mr. Handy, correct? He may have some knowledge about medicine and repairing machinery. If by some chance he is unable to help, I’m sure the Mechanist would be able to provide assistance.”

Gage: A worried Gage clenched his teeth, “Shit, boss! What the fuck are we gonna do?” Sole shot Gage a look and the Raider grew agitated, “What, boss? The kid is fucking dying. Do you think I give a shit about my goddamn language right now?” Gage thought for a moment. “I dunno. I ain’t got a damn clue about who we’re gonna see or what we’re gonna do.” Gage crossed his arms, “Our best bet is tryin out a settlement or usin your connections. I know ya got em.”

Curie: Curie rushed over to Shaun, wrapping a supportive arm around his waist. She pulled out a medical kit, “Don’t fret, [Madam/Monsieur], I know how to effectively repair a synth in this condition.” Curie went to work as Sole watched in amazement. Slowly but surely, Shaun’s face stopped melting. Curie beamed, “Very good, Shaun! I wish I had a teddy to give, but unfortunately, I do not.” She turned to Sole, “While we were in the Institute years ago, I swiped a book titled Emergancy Medical Treatment For Synths. It was an interesting read, and I learned a lot from it,” she looked at Shaun, “Gen 3 synths can heal faster and more efficiently than human beings. His face should be back to it’s original state within the week.”

Nick: Nick rushed over to Shaun, who was wailing uncontrollably. “Easy now, son,” Nick comforted, “Everything is going to be okay.” The detective gave Sole a sharp look, “We’ve got to get him to someone with medical or mechanical know-how immediately,” he began, “I’d suggest either Doctor Amari over in Goodneighbor, or your pal Strurges. Our friend Curie might even be a good option.”

Cait: Cait watched from a slight distance as Sole mourned over their dying son. She awkwardly rubbed her arm. “I...I don’t know how ta help ye darlin,” she began, “Dontcha know a few people who can help ye out? Like a mechanic or somethin?”

Codsworth: “Oh my word, oh my word,” the robot nervously chanted, “Alright, Codsworth. Calm. Calm.” The robot took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “I think I can help, [sir/mum]. I have a plethora of medical information stored in my hard drive. I‘m sure I have some information on synth repair stored in here somewhere...”

Preston: “It’s okay Shaun. It’s alright,” Preston comforted. He grabbed Shaun’s other hand. “Remember your friend Sturges? The one who helped you build that awesome Wazer Wifle? We’re going to go visit him and he’s going to make you feel better. And then when you’re healthy again, you can build more stuff with him. Doesn’t that sound like fun?” Preston beamed, his voice wavering slightly. Shaun nodded and Preston stood up, guiding him. “Alright then. Here we go!”

Hancock: “Jesus,” the ghoul breathed, putting a firm hand on Shaun’s shoulder, “Don’t worry little guy. We won’t let anything bad happen to ya.” Hancock shot Sole a stern look. “We’ve gotta get him to Amari. But until then we’ve gotta slow the melting...” He shook his head, “You’re gonna assassinate me for even suggesting this, but we should give him some Jet.” Sole glared daggers at Hancock, and the ghoul raised his hands defensively. “It’s your call, and I don’t blame ya. The shit’s addicting. But considering this is a medical emergency and it’s likely the best solution until we get to Goodneighbor, it wouldn’t hurt to at least consider the option.”

Strong: “What wrong with mini human,” Strong asked, concerned, “Why face melting?” A terrified Shaun began to screech, and Sole tried console him. Strong scratched his head, “Maybe human can take kid to doctor. Strong no know no doctors. Sorry, humans.”

Piper: “Hey, hey, hey, come here Shaun,” Piper cooed, embracing the young synth and gently rubbing his back. She looked over Shaun’s shoulder at Sole, a concerned expression on her face. “Hey Shaun, remember auntie Curie? I think we’re going to go pay her a visit. Right, Blue?” Sole nodded. “And if she’s not home, we’re gonna go see uncle Sturges! Maybe you can build another cool gadget with him,” Piper beamed, trying to ease the gravity of the situation. “Up we go?” Piper asked. Shaun agreed and the reporter lifted him off the ground.

Longfellow: “This is...hm. This is pretty bad,” Longfellow commented, standing at a distance, “We could give him some whiskey to dull the pain.” Sole scowled and Longfellow shrugged. “Sorry. This kinda thing is out of my element.” He thought for a moment, “I’d suggest getting him checked out by a professional. The Mariner might have something up her sleeve. I’d give her a try.”

Danse: Danse crouched down and put a supportive arm around Shaun as the child wailed in pain. “He needs medical assistance. Now,” Danse began, looking sternly at Sole, “We can’t take him anywhere near the Prydwen, so Cade is out of the question.” He thought for a moment. “Maybe Sturges? He seems like he’d be capable of aiding your son.” Sole nodded, and Danse returned the gesture. “Then it’s settled,” he stated, scooping Shaun into his arms, “Move out.”

Deacon: “Buddy, buddy, it’s okay,” Deacon comforted, “It’s just a little scuff, it’s not even that bad. Right, [name]?” Sole paled as Shaun’s ear slid off his face. Deacon clenched his teeth. “Psh, ears. Overrated if you ask me,” Deacon nervously chuckled, “Hey, why don’t we pay a visit to Uncle Tom? He misses you a lot, Shaun. You guys can talk about all that awesome stuff that you usually do like...toasters and...desk fans and...alarm clocks.”

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withbloodiedfingertips · 4 years

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an introduction to my characters: the protagonists

i decided that, for much needed context going forward, i’d introduce all of the protagonists (and their love interests, who are usually the dual protagonist of the novel) and the basic plots of all of my books so that you have a bit of an idea what to expect from this blog! i love all of these characters with my entire heart so if you ever have any questions about them, please feel free to ask! or if you want to know more about any of these books, just let me know! i’m gonna put all of the info under the cut just because i have a feeling this is going to be a bit of a long post, because i cannot shut up when it comes to my original characters, so i’m sorry in advance!

the resurrectionist:

summary:

moving away from home was supposed to make maisie’s life better.

she was supposed to fall in love, not get her heart broken by the only person who’d ever made her truly feel safe. she was supposed to make more friends, not actively hide from her coworkers unwanted attention in the backroom. she was supposed to be more than she was in high school, not wind up trapped in a shitty apartment with no hope of affording anything larger. she believes that she’s going to be stuck like this until she dies, wondering exactly what it is she’s sticking around for.

that is, until she meets akira, who inexplicably takes her in as a friend.

but is friendship really all he wants, or is it something more?

the characters:

maisie lovage:

i’d be lying if i said that i didn’t base maisie off of myself, in more ways than one. i always refer to her as essentially what i wish my future life could be like, if i had the courage to actually pursue it, though hers is a lot sadder than i always imagined mine to be. she’s a twenty two year old who is a huge fan of this japanese author - ayako uchida - and that’s pretty much the catalyst for her meeting with akira! maisie used to be much more of a dreamer when she was younger - she used to always imagine herself as a famous artist, showing her work in art galleries - but nowadays art’s more of a hobby she can barely bring herself to pursue anymore. she does sketch whenever things are slow at her job though, she’s a receptionist at a tattoo parlor. i think maisie’s different than me in a whole lot of ways, but at our cores we’re really similar. i don’t know. she’s just such a sweetheart there isn’t much i can say about her other than she’s grown far more cynical as she’s gotten older but still tries to be as nice as she can to others, though she snaps a lot easier at them if they manage to get on her nerves.

akira uchida:

i’m going to try not to spoil much about his character, because i don’t know if you all want to know what the major plot twist of this book is yet or not, but i love akira with all of my heart. he’s such a broken character - his father abused both him and his mother, and viewed the latter as nothing more than his property. his mother actually is maisie’s favorite author, but he doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he’s her son and that she’s never going to be writing any more novels since she’s no longer alive. he’s twenty six years old and has some of the scariest icy blue eyes that maisie’s ever seen - his father’s eyes, which he hates more than anything. he’s tried to adjust his appearance from when he was younger as a means of escaping from his old life - akira uchida isn’t even his real name, it’s what his mother wanted to name him but never got the chance to. he’s tall and calculating, distant yet warms up almost immediately around maisie - though more because he loves teasing her for her naivety and how she still acts quite young at heart. i’m gonna leave it there because i think i’m going to spoil more about his character if i don’t but yeah!

worst case scenario:

summary:

to be honest i don’t really have a great summary for this one so basically: lawrence is the son of one of the most powerful hero in the city that he and cullom live in, the latter who is the extremely poor son of a single mother who he barely sees, thanks to how often she works. they’ve been best friends for their entire lives, aspiring to fight as heroes and protect the citizens of their beloved city side by side, until one fateful day when they decide to break into lawrence’s father’s old hero equipment. because heroes in this world aren’t born or made, they’re bought with money. a fact that lawrence’s father makes abundantly clear to cullom, who still believed there was some way for someone like him to save others without having to spend ridiculous amount of money. when cullom runs out of lawrence’s place and asks him for comfort, the hero’s son merely replies that his father’s right and that he’s sorry. this causes cullom to basically go on such a downward spiral that, one day at the tender age of ten, he decides to run away from home. as he’s wandering around the rougher part of town, he sees a scuffle between a hero and a villain in an alleyway, and decides to pick up the villain’s gun and shoot the hero straight in the back of the head to save him. the villain thanks him and basically adopts him into the little family of villains they have living at this one bar, and the rest is basically history! cullom’s being trained up to be a sniper while lawrence is being trained up to inherit his father’s legacy. a lot of angsty conflict ensues for obvious reasons.

the characters:

cullom cade:

this boy is my son. he’s one of my absolute favorite characters to write about because he’s, as most of my characters tend to be, so insanely broken in so many ways and just breaks further as the story progresses. and it’s that shattering that makes him sharper, darkens his heart to be only a distant shadow of what it once was. what i really focus on with him is this insanely pure, precious child’s descent into being far more morally grey than he originally was, but realizing with that, that the heroes aren’t actually the good guys. they’re insanely corrupt, which is what the villains are fighting back against. it’s painful to write about a character who still wants to be good but doesn’t really have the option to and grows pretty much complacent and, eventually, understanding of why he can’t be morally good but i think it’s an important story to tell. another important thing to mention is that cullom has pretty much an obsession with making lawrence pay - though there’s more feelings beneath that, as he realizes that he might’ve been more than a bit in love with him back when they were younger. i should add that cullom does grow up over the course of this novel. he’s not a ten year old forever. they don’t actually let a ten year old go out on missions. a fair bit of this book focuses on his actual training and him screwing up his first mission and all that. he also adopts a child at some point for very sad reasons i won’t reveal but it’s very cute. i love this bastard so much.

lawrence who i have yet to give a last name:

i feel so bad for him too. he genuinely doesn’t understand that the heroes are corrupt - and if he does, he chooses to turn the other cheek because he doesn’t want to believe it - until a few encounters with cullom make him realize that maybe he doesn’t have a real understanding of how the world is. he’s does, however, believe that he’s completely in the morally right - that he’s always been in the morally right, but his story is really coming to terms with how much of a villain he truly is. and also coming to terms with his feelings for cullom, because he too doesn’t really understand why he still hesitates to kill him. these boys are both idiots, basically, but i love them. lawrence is a super fun character to write about just because he’s kind of awkward and distant from being raised to be professional his entire life. he’s basically always been a young businessman, and the only time he could really be a kid when he was younger was around cullom. it’s a part of the reason why his father never wanted them to be friends and they had to hang out in secret often times because lawrence still do desperately wanted to be his friend. they’re both good boys, even if they’ve done bad things. i don’t know. i love them.

my unnamed plague romance novel:

summary:

the day the last of roisin’s family died of the bubonic plague, she made a vow to herself - that she’d do everything in her power to learn how to save anyone else fallen ill to this disease she somehow miraculously survived.

and maybe she could. if she weren’t an irish girl living in england, without even a scrap of hope for scraping up an apprenticeship. so she does what she can to ease the suffering of those on the verge of death. giving them water to wet their chapped lips. holding their frail bodies in her arms until their very last breath. singing the children lullabies so they can rest as easy as possible without their parents there to comfort them. until one day, she notices a band of thieves robbing valuables off of corpses. outraged, she goes to confront them, and falls prey to the teasing charms of none other than elliott leighton - son of the best doctor in all of london. but, for all of his medical training, he makes one fatal mistake that he can’t come back from.

revealing to roisin that his father doesn’t know about this side job of his.

and thus a deal is made - roisin will keep quiet about it in exchange for training beneath elliott, who’s only a few years away from inheriting his father’s business.

but will she prove too weak under the pressure of being unable to save everyone?

the characters:

roisin quinn:

i! love! roisin! so! much! she is such a delight to write and has possibly the best banter ever with elliott because of how unafraid she is to call him out for his bullshit, yet she’s still so inanely motherly and caring. it’s really the best combination ever and i just love how strong she is. i haven’t really gotten to write much of her but she’s adorable on so many levels. plus she has freckles! which are precious! i don’t know man, roisin’s just great. there’s really not much more i can say about her but if you wanna know more, just ask!

elliott leighton:

this bastard. he’s such a bastard. that’s really all i can describe him as, a bastard. an insanely suave, flirty bastard who isn’t afraid to flaunt his talents. he’s really the perfect character to be with roisin just because he can be super selfish and he does genuinely think she’s troublesome at first, but grows to care for her overtime because he sees how much she cares and how she truly does deserve to be in the medical field and vows to help her succeed, however he can. i mean what did you really expect from a character who steals valuables off of corpses? he’s not very openly affectionate - rarely admits at all that he is being affectionate, and gets all flustered when he’s called out for it, which roisin does whenever she gets the chance - but when he is... it’s the softest thing ever. he does think very highly of himself though. probably a bit too highly - he’s a hard teacher on roisin, and always praises his abilities whenever she slips up - but like i said, he’s really not a bad guy. just takes some getting used to i guess.

#mei writes #the resurrectionist #worst case scenario

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shimmershaewrites · 4 years

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Fourth Quarter, Chapter 1 (a Walking Dead story, Caryl AU).

Sorry. I am so sorry, lol.

Title: Fourth Quarter

Rating: M.

Warnings: adult language.

Characters/Pairings: Carol Peletier, Daryl Dixon, Sophia Peletier, original character, Jenny Jones, June Dorie, Pete Anderson, mention Morgan Jones and John Dorie, Luke, Carl Grimes, mentions of Judith Grimes, Tyreese Williams, Duane Jones, mention of Eastman, T-Dog, Axel.

Prompt(s) used: “Do you trust me?”

Author’s Note: inspired by a little drabble in my Across the Universe(s) drabble series—“Quit stalling.” Apologies for the sucktacular title and the fact that I’m jumping off the deep end and starting another story. Clearly, I’m losing it. But whatever. I made words. So it’s a lose-win situation, lol. Also, in case you didn’t notice, I brought over a couple of friends from Fear and I’m keeping my options open about bringing over more. We shall see. Anyway. Fingers crossed this somehow breaks up the log jam that is currently the state of Waltzing. I miss writing that story so freaking much.

Dr. Pete Anderson didn’t like kids.

Carol had it figured out within two seconds of meeting the man, his so-called secret. His absolute, lip-curling distaste for the parade of little humans that were the King County clinic’s bread and butter was that apparent. Hard to miss really and ironic considering.

Those frequently possessed of snotty noses and tiny hands that were somehow, some impossible way always sticky were both the bane of his existence and the source of much of his livelihood.

She couldn’t help but wonder how someone that couldn’t even be bothered to open up his heart to the frightened tears that inevitably came from being thrust into a place so cold and sterile and generally unwelcoming as their place of employment possessed one at all. Most likely, she supposed, his chest was hollow and a big cavernous nothing occupied the space where the faulty organ should be. Yes, most likely. Too bad he worked every Monday. As did she.

“Did somebody get me the goddamn labs I asked for?!”

The question yelled so near to her ear was all the warning Carol had before a mug of coffee was unceremoniously slammed down in front of her, causing her to flinch. She watched with dismay as the bitter black brew sloshed over the ceramic edge, instantly soaking into the printed labs in question, and took in a deep breath in an effort to fortify herself for what she knew was coming. Thankfully, her coworker stepped in to prevent her from falling onto her figurative sword.

“The printer’s jammed again, Sir.”

Jenny Jones was one of the most even-tempered individuals Carol had ever met. Whether she was helping keep a toddler calm while they had a lost Flintstone vitamin fished out of their nose or explaining to a patient that body spray was not meant to be used internally via the rectum, she always wore the same placid expression. She wore it now, even in the face of Dr. Anderson’s poorly reigned in rage at humanity at large.

“Thought the damn thing was fixed.”

“It was. It isn’t now. Noah’s working on it.”

“Who’s…know what? Forget it. I don’t care. Just get me those labs. Sometime today.” With that, he stalked off to greet his next patient, continuing to grumble beneath his breath.

Finally, Carol felt like she could exhale, and she did, feeling a lot like a deflated balloon. Or at least, the way she imagined a deflated balloon might feel. “You’re too good to me.”

Jenny’s chair squeaked as she pushed it back from the desk. Eyes brightened and lips twitching with humor, she replied, “You bring me cookies. I would be crazy not to be.”

“Duane like the strawberry lemonade cookies?”

“Like them?” Jenny scoffed. “That boy loved them. At least the two his daddy let him have. Morgan made me promise to get the recipe from you. Told me to resort to blackmail if I had to.” Shaking her head, she mused fondly, “That man. He loves ya’ll’s cookies.”

“I’d worry about him if he didn’t. Everybody loves Carol and Sophia’s cookies.”

Carol looked pointedly at her watch before returning their newcomer’s easy grin. “Just get here when you can.” June Dorie was a relative latecomer to the clinic staff, still an enigma in so many ways. But she was capable, compassionate, and currently very much in love, and like Jenny before her? Carol had relied on her instincts, welcoming her to cross that imaginary line separating coworker from friend.

Other than the precious pink blush belonging to only the happiest of newlyweds tinging her cheeks, June was unruffled by Carol’s teasing. “Thank you. I will.” She did, however, wrinkle her nose at the sodden lump on the counter before her. “What did I miss?”

Her answer came from the irate boss man himself. “Where are my fucking labs?!”

June winced. “Happy Monday, huh?”

Carol grit her teeth to keep from letting a few choice words slip free. Every Monday was a happy Monday when your least favorite doc was a Monday constant. As if she needed more reason to hate them. Not only that, the waiting room was starting to fill up, really fill up, right on cue. Taking a page out of Jenny’s book, she took a deep, calming, let’s be zen breath, and pasted on what she hoped was a serene expression. Unsurprisingly, she failed.

Sparing a second to stuff the ruined labs into the nearby shred box, Jenny dabbed at the mess left behind with a handful of Kleenex and shook her head. “I see your wheels turning. You’re on desk duty with Liza ‘til you quit plotting the good doctor’s demise.”

June smirked. “Guess she’ll be out there forever then.”

“She might just be,” Jenny conceded. “June?”

“Get the asshole his labs?”

“You said it.”

“And again! We want to make Stevie and your parents proud!”

In unison, the entire sweaty, spent marching band groaned, and they groaned rather dramatically.

Perspiration prickling along his own scalp, the band director couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad. Quite the contrary. Depressing the button on the side of his megaphone, he blew out a long, drawn out groan of his own and deadpanned, “I felt that. Take five everybody.”

“Five?! But Mr. Fogler!”

“Alright, alright. Fifteen and find some shade.”

Everybody scattered after that. Almost everybody. They needed no more prompting.

Sophia, however? She stayed right where she was, sinking to the grass like a boneless slug bug and letting her eyes drift closed for a brief second. She stifled a shriek when she felt something cold slither across the back of her exposed neck. “What the…stop it, Carl.” In spite of her grumbling, she gratefully took the bottle of water he held out in offering, tipping it back and taking a long swallow. Shooting a wondering glance at the boy she’d long considered her best friend.

Carl dropped down beside her, mindful of the clarinet she’d cast almost carelessly aside. He’d left his own snare drum where he stood in his haste to seek her out, and he stared at her now, his blue eyes hidden behind the dark lenses of his shades.

Sophia’s fingertips fluttered self-consciously over her freckled cheeks and the long auburn ponytail coiled carelessly atop her head. “What?”

Carl’s lips remained zipped. They merely curled in a barely even there smirk and he shrugged.

Sophia narrowed her eyes at him, wholly unconvinced of his truthfulness. They’d known each other since they were both in pullups and the wait to get their respective drivers’ licenses was almost over. Of course, he was lying. Even if he was doing it without words. “Carl Richard Grimes!”

“Did you just full name me?”

“I just full named you and I’ll do it again.”

“Ooooo. I’m so scared.”

“Don’t be such a…” Sophia floundered for a word adequate enough to express her frustration. A good clean word because that’s the way her mama had raised her, but really. None of them were very satisfying.

Carl laughed. “You can’t do it, can you?”

“Know it all jerk.”

“But you’re my favorite Disney princess, Soph,” Carl said, snagging the forgotten water bottle from her hands and taking a swig of his own. “Jude’s too.”

An unwelcome smile twitched at the edges of Sophia’s affected pout. “Shut up.”

“Alright,” Carl agreed easily enough.

The silence didn’t last long, though. He was back to his insufferable teasing before they’d had time enough to finish the water bottle between them, and that didn’t take long at all. “Carl. I mean it. Stop.”

“Stop what?” Snickering as he dodged her annoyed little fists, he feigned innocence, “I didn’t even say anything.”

“Yeah, well. You didn’t have to. Just spit it out.”

“You want to spit it out? You really want me to?”

“Please,” Sophia huffed, leaning forward to wrap her arms protectively around her updrawn legs. She steadfastly ignored Carl’s gaze as she waited for him to put his particular brand of Sophia-torture into words and it definitely wasn’t the sun heating her cheeks when she spit out her last little piece of pleading encouragement. “Do.”

“This one time. At band camp…”

“I swear to God, Carl,” Sophia muttered miserably.

“You know Mr. Fogler said shade right? Not Cade.”

On the other end of the football field, the indirect source of Sophia Peletier’s current humiliation was sweating his balls off doing drills for a team he wasn’t sure he even wanted to be a part of. And it showed.

Coach Williams’s deep voice carried, across the clashing bodies and sticky late summer heat. “Mr. Phillips. Do you or do you not want to be here?”

Hands braced on his hips, jersey clinging wetly to his heaving chest, Cade figured there was no pussyfooting around the truth. That shit never did anybody no good. “Presently? No, Sir. At least Satan’s ass crack would have shade.”

Appreciative snickers swelled, rising and traveling from teammate to potential teammate like a wave, and Coach Williams showed a brief, scary flash of teeth before sobering up and making full use of his huge, intimidating linebacker build. “That so?”

Cade knew better than to waltz right into that trap. He’d become quite adept over the years of sidestepping trouble when it come looking, and until he proved otherwise, Coach Williams weren’t any different than any other coach or teacher. So he clamped his mouth shut and dropped to give the man twenty unasked. Or at least he tried to. The man stopped him with a boot on his back before he got ten good pushups in, barking at the whole lot of them to take a long overdue break. The grass felt prickly beneath his sweaty pits when his limp noodle arms gave out on him, but Cade didn’t care. A bottle of orange Gatorade appeared out of thin air, and he’d guzzled nearly the whole thing before he bothered looking up to see where it actually came from.

A short, stocky black kid stared down at him, something like admiration on his face.

Heaving himself over onto his back with a groan, Cade muttered his gratitude and shielded his eyes from that look and the sun. Both of them were pretty damn blinding in their own way. He recited a silent prayer that the boy, who he vaguely recognized as a freshman, would just fuck off and leave him alone. Like most of his prayers, it went unanswered.

“I’m Duane. You’re Cade.”

Forcibly swallowing the overwhelming urge to mock the kid right to his oblivious face, Cade merely grunted an affirmation and lifted his arm to get a better peek at him. He felt an unexpected twinge of guilt when he took in the boy’s slumped posture. “Running back right?”

“Like you.”

Hardly, but Cade kindly chose not to point it out. Instead, he made small talk best as he knew how. “Didn’t I hear you say your dad has his own martial arts place down on Main?”

“He’s partners with Mr. Eastman, but yeah. You been there?”

“Nope, but I’ve thought about it. Think you can talk him into cutting me a sweet deal? Might be nice to learn different ways to kick some ass.” Handy, considering he knew next to nobody in this one-horse town and in his experience? It never took long for welcomes to be worn out. He left that part unsaid, too.

“I…I don’t know. But I think so. I’ll have to see.”

“You get on that.”

“I will.”

“Hey, Water Boy. Why don’t you shut your trap and do your damn job?”

Duane sighed and made to push himself to his feet, but Cade jerked him back down. “Nah. I got this.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Do you trust me? We got us a deal, right?”

“Right.”

“K then. Watch this.” Cade winked, standing up and stretching to his full height. “Hey, lazy asshole. Why don’t you get your own fucking water?”

“Man, you been back in town, what? Almost a month and I’m the only person knows it. I’m not accusing you of hiding, but…”

Wiping his greasy hands on the red rag that never strayed far from his back pocket, Daryl virtually dared T-Dog to continue his train of thought. T smartly refused to take the bait, dropping the subject and ambling on over to join him in admiring his handy work.

“You trying to put those Gas Monkey dudes outta business.”

“Stahp.”

“You think I’m kidding? I ain’t. I knew you was good. I just didn’t know you was this good. And it ain’t even your day job.”

“Hear that, Boss?” Axel oh-so-helpfully piped up. “It ain’t ya day job.”

“Don’t reckon nobody yanked your chain, Mr. Monopoly. You got them brakes fixed yet?”

Axel hemmed and hawed, but in the end, he admitted he had a lot of work still left to do.

When Daryl turned his attention back to T-Dog, his old friend was trying—and failing—to keep a straight face.

“Mr. Monopoly?”

“Yeah, well. He shaves that shit off? He’ll look more like the Planter’s Peanut.”

T-Dog guffawed, earning himself more than a couple dirty looks from the source of his endless amusement. “Missed you ‘round these parts. Can’t tell you how good it does me to see you back. Even if I’ve never seen you leave these four walls. How do you eat, Man?”

“Like an uncivilized pig,” Daryl deadpanned.

T’s grin stretched wide, but he was otherwise unperturbed. “You said it. Not me.” Putting a few paces between them, he started absently inspecting some nearby tools. “Little birdy down at the high school been talking.”

“Don’t ya mean tweeting? That’s the big thing now,” Axel said, doing what he does best again. Inserting himself into a conversation that didn’t involve him in the least. “Tweeter.”

This time, T-Dog and Daryl both ignored him and Daryl was surprised to realize he wanted to hear more. “Yeah? What you been hearing?”

“Kid’s talented. Going places if he decides to put in more effort. If he keeps his nose clean and gives his school work the attention it deserves when classes start…”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Daryl muttered. “I’m trying. Even if he ain’t.”

“Hey, Man. I get it. You two? Ya’ll still getting to know each other. I can’t imagine what it feels like for either one of you.”

Axel couldn’t resist butting in one more time, and Daryl decided fuck it. He nodded. Just let him.

“Woman showed up on his doorstep and basically said congratulations, it’s a boy. Your problem now. Now he’s just as much a daddy as he is an uncle. Ain’t fair if you ask me. Got all the responsibility without getting to have any of the fun.”

Well, shit. He hadn’t exactly thought about it in those particular terms, but the twitchy little bastard weren’t exactly wrong. “Back to work. Ain’t telling you no more.” To T-Dog, he simply sighed and raked a tired hand over his unshaven face. “I’m trying. I am.”

“Kid’s gonna have to meet you halfway.”

“Try three quarters.”

“Axel!”

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