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gadriezmannsgirl · 2 months

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I suddenly got a wave of inspiration and several fics are going to be done today (Hopefully at least two) , so first fic out!

Also I just realized that this past February 24th (Or 26th, Idk) was my first ever post in this place, so happy anniversary to this blog and to this piece!

Night Out Problems -P.G6

Summary: A night out in which you had a little too much to drink

You giggled once again at your friend's mistakes, you two were singing at the top of your lungs in the backseat of a car

"Así no va, tonta" (That's not how it goes, silly) You giggled "It's got me looking so crazy right now, your love's got me looking so crazy right now" You corrected while laughing

"She repeats it?"

"Then how else is it?"

"Isn't there something page me?" You look at her

"What?" You said after a minute of silence before you two broke in laughter

"Y/N, we're here" Your best friend's, Melissa's boyfriend, Frank says "Are you good to go or should I call-?"

"I'm good, I'm good"

"Sure?" You opened the car door and went to get out but almost met the floor "Ok, no, I need help"

"I'm calling your boy" He said getting out of the car and estabilizing you

"Pabs?" You asked excited and he hums, you heard the singing of your friend "¡Loca, bajale a la voz!" (You crazy woman, lower your voice!)

"Hermano" You soon heard another male voice greeting you by the car "Gracias por traerla" (Thanks for bringing her back)

"No worries, bro. Everything's good"

"Have a good night, text when you both get home please" Frank nods

"Have a good night guys and Y/N" He called you as you look at Frank "I'm glad you're getting your degree"

"Oh shush as if you sing any better" Both guys laughed as you watched how Frank got in the car and drove off

"Venga, c'mon Amor. Let's go inside"

"I'm not your amor, muchacho. I'm waiting for my boyfriend to come here"

"Oh yeah?" You hum nodding "Where's he?"

"Inside that" You point out your house "house"

"Bueno but let's go closer so we are not standing in the middle of the road"

"Only because I don't want to get run over by a car, my boyfriend wouldn't like that"

"I bet he wouldn't" He said shaking his head "Don't you perhaps have a key to enter?"

"You might be so good looking but I'm not entering with you here, I'll wait for my boy" The guy smiled

"Venga bebé, let's go inside, it's 3am" He tried touching you but you pushed his hands away

"No" You say "I'm going to call my boyfriend if you keep that up"

"Call him then"

"I will" You pulled your phone out only to see the call didn't go through "I don't have signal?" You look at the guy who has a smirk on his face and one of his eyebrows up "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing. Don't mind me" He crossed his arms around his chest letting you see his muscles.

But you didn't let that fool you, you had a boyfriend and you wanted your boyfriend now.

So, you narrowed your eyes looking at him

"Why are you looking at me now?"

"You know, for very weird reasons you look exactly like my boyfriend"

"Do I?" You nod

"But he doesn't have a brother. Or that's what I know. So, you are not him"

"Why I'm not him?"

"Because he has beard and you are clean shaved"

"That's because I shaved in the afternoon"

"Yeah, he knows that's my thing to do"

"Alright, amor. I'm truly tired and I have recovery session at 10am today. What do you need for me to prove I'm your boyfriend?"

"Nothing because you're not! My boyfriend is Pablo Páez, a football player mostly known by Gavi, you're not him and once he finds out you're hitting on me, he'll be so pissed at you" The guy's smirk keep growing each time "And stop making fun of me"

"You said you wanted to call your boyfriend?" You nod "Try again this time without the airplane mode on" You look at your phone to see the airplane on top of your settings

"Oh!" You looked up at him "I'll call him now" You took a few steps off the stairs and almost fell making the guy come to you "No! I'm good, I'm good. Don't need to touch what's not yours" You said and dialed your boyfriend

A few rings went by only to hear his phone ring behind you, you turn around seeing the guy with the phone in his ear

"Go ahead" He smiled widely "¿Qué querías decirme, preciosa?" (What did you wanted to tell me, pretty girl?)

"You are my boyfriend!" You smiled widely "My lord, I have such a good taste in men. You're the prettiest boy I've ever seen" You giggled coming up the stairs once again to wrap your arms around him

"You said not to touch what's not mine?"

"But you're my boyfriend, I'm yours and you're minee" You dragged the 'e' out "That's why you looked exactly like my boyfriend, because you are!" You laughed squishing his cheeks

"Yes, I am" He said in between your hands

"So prettyyyy" You said "Why don't you open the door? I wanna lay on top of you, cuddle and kiss you so bad. God, you look so comfy, how is that even possible?" Pablo laughs at you buried depp into his chest, your voice coming out muffled

"Thank god, I'm recording this, you wouldn't believe it"

"Are you recording?" He hums as you grab his hand pulling it up to your mouth "Whatup girl?-

"You need to marry this man like as soon as possible, he's the love of your life and he's so perfect, you wouldn't believe it"

You groan hearing your voice as you grab a bite of the sandwich your boyfriend made for you "Please, stop that, even thought I mean it, I was drunk as hell"

"There's no need to be embarrassed about it, amor" Pablo laughed wrapping his strong arms around you and kissing your neck, the recording still playing "You are the love of my life as well, you're the perfect girl for me and I do plan on getting down on my knee and propose, just waiting for the right time"

"I would say yes anytime"

"That's good to know" He smiled "Can I pull this audio in our wedding?"

"Definitely not"

"Oh, c'mon! Why not?"

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in1-nutshell · 5 months

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Hello again! I was wondering if you could do autobots and deceptions reacting to a buddy who is a special agent that in day to day life acts silly and mischievous but when it comes down to it (their missions) they loose all sense of silliness and will do anything to complete their mission. And when I mean anything, I mean they ate an entire horse heart to stay in character when they were on a spy mission. If not that’s totally fine, I just thought it sounded cool :) have a lovely day/night and remover to eat and drink something.

Cool challenge! I've read some writings with this trope, but never gotten to write one until now. Since no continuity was specified, I randomly chose one. If you want any specific continuity, please let me know with its characters. Trying some new writing styles, let me know if this is okay. Let us see Agent Buddy at work.

Hope you enjoy!

Autobots and Decepticons reaction to Human Buddy the agent who is very clumsy outside their job but opposite on the job

SFW, platonic, mention of violence but it is brief and not explicit, Human reader

TFP

Optimus Prime

He believes that Buddy is a good assist to the team/ family. The team met Buddy through Fowler as his partner. So, they have known each other for a couple of years.

During the time before the Cons showed up Buddy would make more visits to the base than Fowler and displayed some of their clumsier sides to them.

Buddy slipping on thin air.

“Do you require any assistance?”--Optimus

“No thanks Prime I’ll just be getting—”--Buddy

Buddy slips again.

“…I strongly urge you got to Ratchet for assistance.”—Optimus

Optimus found it a bit concerning the first few slips at the base. They seemed to slip on something random or on nothing at all. He had a conversation with Fowler about it.

“Prime?”--Fowler

“Greetings Agent Fowler. I wish to talk to you concerning Buddy.”--Optimus

“Did they punch themselves opening a pickle jar again?”--Fowler

“…I beg your pardon?”--Optimus

Fowler had to explain that that was how they operated outside of missions. Buddy turned into an extremely serious person when they had a dangerous job to do. They made sure that they got it done no matter what it took. That if they were being a klutz that meant that they were comfortable enough to show their true self.

Optimus a bit felt touched by this.

That doesn’t mean he stops worrying about Buddy when they end up slipping on a stray puddle.

The first time he sees Buddy serious was something he wasn’t going to forget.

It was if another being had possessed the fun-loving person he knew and replaced them with a hardened soldier doing their job with quick efficiency.

Much prefers Buddy being clumsy than what he witnessed.

“The mission has been accomplished. Thank you for your assistance, Buddy.”--Optimus

Buddy salutes.

“The danger is over for now. Let us go back to the base.”--Optimus

“Let go then Boss—”--Buddy

Buddy slips on a stray puddle.

“…Do you require assistance?”--Optimus

“…Yes please…”--Buddy

Ratchet

Questions how Buddy is even an agent. He has made some jabs about Buddy being a klutz.

He worries for them every time they slip or get hurt after one of their incidents.

Buddy missing the last step on the stairs falling on their back.

“Are you alright?”

“…Yep, just give me a second.”

He does get a one on one with Fowler about how Buddy works.

“How do you deal with them?”--Ratchet

“Deal with who?”--Fowler

“With Buddy and their messes. Its almost as if they do this on purpose!”--Ratchet

“Hey! Buddy does not do this type of thing on purpose!”--Fowler

CRASH!

“…Can someone help? I’m stuck in the wall again.”--Buddy

“Again.”--Fowler

“Excuse me, again!?”--Ratchet

In a way Ratchet is touched in how Buddy seemed to be comfortable around them to show their true colors.

When he witnesses Buddy in Mission mode, he nearly does a double take. That person was not Buddy, but he knew it was them.

He has seen soldiers look like that too often.

The look of a battle harden soldier who has seen some horrific things.

Yet as if a switch were flipped, Buddy would be back being their usual self when the threats are over. Ratchet does eventually apologize for the harsh treatment from before.

He now carries two first aid kits for humans.

One for the kids and one for Buddy.

“It’s quiet.”--Ratchet

“I thought you like quiet?”--Bulkhead

“I do. But something is missing…”--Ratchet

“Like what?”--Bulkhead

“…What where’s Buddy?”--Ratchet

BANG!

“There they are.”--Ratchet

Bumblebee

He is concerned over Buddy.

Sure, he has his slip ups too, but never this often.

At one point he was their second shadow making sure that they wouldn’t get hurt. Or try and stop any potential dangers from happening.

“How’s it going Bee? Any luck with Buddy?”--Bulkhead

“Beep bop bep beeep bep beep beep bep bep beep bop booop bop. (I have stopped them from slipping on several stray puddles, catched 6 rubber band balls from hitting them and saved them 15 times from falling down the stairs.)”—Bumblebee

“Wow. Hey, where is Buddy anyways?”--Bulkhead

“Oh, they’re right—wait where--”--Bumblebee

SPLOOSH!

“Man! These were new pants too!”--Buddy

“…”--Bulkhead

“…”--Bumblebee

“Bee—”--Bulkhead

“BEEEP! (WWHHHHYYYY!)”--Bumblebee

He does express his concerns to Optimus, who in return, tells him about Buddy.

Bumblebee kind of wants to see them serious after that conversation. He wants to meet the serious Buddy and compare it to the Buddy he knows.

He did not like it.

Buddy when they got serious reminded him of the war all around him. They reminded him of fellow soldiers he fought with and loss.

He didn’t like these haunting reminders.

Is surprised how quickly the switch is but welcomes it wholeheartedly.

“Umm… Bee you, okay?”--Buddy

Bumblebee hugging Buddy close.

“Boop beeep bop. (Don’t do that again, please. I like this you not scary you.)”--Bumblebee

“What do you mean scary?”--Buddy

Beep bep bop. (Shhh! Don’t talk about scary you.)”--Bumblebee

Arcee

Like Ratchet, Arcee questions how in the world was Buddy even qualified to be an agent. Has witnessed many of Buddy’s blunders and has now become concern for their health.

She worried that there might be something wrong with them.

“Are you sure you don’t want Ratchet to take a look at you?--Arcee

“I’m fine! See, fit as a fiddle!”--Buddy

“…There’s a hole in your pants.”--Arcee

“…”--Buddy

She gets the Buddy talk from Optimus. Arcee doesn’t quite believe it at first. No one can flip a switch that fast, can they?

Buddy can.

Arcee very surprised in how fast Buddy went serious after falling from the railing 5 minutes ago. She takes stride in this Buddy; this is something she has worked with and has become familiar too.

But at the same time, it seems off.

There were things that she knew the Buddy she knew would be against, yet this Buddy was doing the exact opposite.

Strangely relieved that they go back to how they were before. She tries to find some logic to it, but eventually lets it be.

Buddy watch out!”--Arcee

“Watch—”--Buddy

Buddy gets nailed in the face by a beach ball.

“… Sometimes I wonder how you are an agent here.”--Arcee

“Same thing Arcee. Same thing.”--Buddy

Bulkhead

He is walking on eggshells around Buddy.

Bulkhead likes Buddy and all, but they give him mini spark attacks every time they get hurt.

Most of the time it ends up with him taking Buddy to Ratchet or giving them a first aid kit and asking if there was anything else he could do.

“Are you sure this is all you need? I can always get you to Ratchet.”--Bulkhead

“Thanks for the concern, Bulkhead, but I’m fine.”--Buddy

“You missed the second step at the top of the stairs and faceplanted on the ground.”--Bulkhead

“And? I’ve done worse things than that.”--Buddy

“Care to elaborate?”--Bulkhead

“Nah.”--Buddy

Bulkhead does question from time to time about them being qualified for being an agent but remembers that if they are Fowler’s partner then that meant that they brought something good to the table.

When the switch is flipped, he thinks that it might be an imposter. Bulkhead thinks its another fake Wheeljack incident all over again.

The Buddy he knows isn’t that serious.

But it is them.

The look in Buddy’s eyes is too familiar to him. He had seen that look all while he worked in the Wreckers.

Hard eyes, No remorse eyes, Dangerous eyes.

Bulkhead is on edge the entire time Buddy is like this. He is so glad that they go back to their normal selves.

He does ask Buddy about it after the whole ordeal is over.

“So… what was that all about?”--Bulkhead

“What thing?”--Buddy

“The thing when we were on the mission. That thing.”--Bulkhead

“Oh, I just get a bit serious, that’s all, no harm.”--Buddy

“You threaten to beat a MECH soldier with their own arm if they didn’t give you the key card.”--Bulkhead

“Yeah? Its just a little serious.”--Buddy

“…We have different definitions of serious Buddy.”—Bulkhead

Wheeljack

When he met Buddy, he thought they were a random klutzy civilian. Wheeljack did not expect them to be an agent like Fowler.

He silently questions Buddy when they meet again but has learned better to judge someone’s first impression.

“So, you’re Fowler’s partner?”--Wheeljack

“Yes, and you’re Bulkhead’s partner?”--Buddy

“Yes, I am. Though you don’t look like an agent.”--Wheeljack

“What makes you say that?”--Buddy

“Your hand is stuck in the vending machine.”--Wheeljack

“I paid for my muffin. I’m going to get my muffin.”--Buddy

Wheeljack gets the Buddy talk from Bulkhead. He thinks at first that Bulkhead might have been exaggerating when he said that it was as if Buddy turned into a different person.

He wrote it off as a laugh.

Until he saw the change himself.

It was a bit unsettling, but he doesn’t have much time to poke at it

He sees the changes in their body language and the shift in their eyes.

Wrecker eyes.

Commander eyes.

Soldier eyes.

Like Bulkhead, Wheeljack is happy that Buddy gets back to normal. He does understand that Buddy wants to keep certain things out of their personal life, but it was scary to say the least.

“Buddy?”--Wheeljack

“Wheeljack, fancy meeting you here.”--Buddy

“One, I live here. Two, how did you get inside the vending machine? There’s not even a dent in it?”--Wheeljack

“I work in mysterious ways Wheeljack, now if you’d be so kind and pass me the crowbar.”--Buddy

Ultra Magnus

Magnus actively questions why Buddy is an agent.

They held no backbone, no discipline! They give him a spark attack every time they move awkwardly.

“Ultra Magnus, sir.”--Buddy

“Soldier… may I ask how did you get into this situation?”—Ultra Magnus

“Well, it involved a banana, some orange juice, a broom, and a Roomba with a switch blade.”--Buddy

“…”—Ultra Magnus

“… You regret asking, don’t you?”--Buddy

“I regret asking.”—Ultra Magnus

Magnus comes from a good place but the way he says it comes off the wrong way. He gets the talk from both Fowler and Optimus.

He somewhat understanding afterwards.

Magnus had seen some fellow soldiers act like this before, but it seemed like millennia ago. He is the easiest to transition with when they flip the switch. Afterall, he had some experience with bots that acted similar to this.

He secretly doesn’t like this change.

While he can appreciate the seriousness needed for the situation, it felt as if he where fighting alongside a stranger rather than a fellow companion.

He relaxes a little when Buddy goes back to normal.

Magnus does apologies to Buddy for the comments earlier.

“…”—Ultra Magnus

Buddy hanging upside down from some wires they got tangled in trying to get a paper airplane down for the kids.

“…”—Buddy

“Tell me the story later…”—Ultra Magnus

“Okay, Magnus.”--Buddy

Smokescreen

Nervous and excited are two words to describe him when he is with Buddy.

Nervous because he genuinely thought that Buddy was dying the first time, he was exposed to their shenanigans. Excited because they were as up tight as the rest of the team, and they were an agent.

“So how did you and Fowler meet?”--Smokescreen

“Well…”--Buddy

“They ran into the wall right by our boss’s office. They had a bloody nose and I helped them with it right before our boss said we would be teaming up.”--Fowler

He has defended Buddy’s actions to teammates that have made a slight jab at their clumsiness. This was before he knew about their more serious side. Smokescreen thought that it was just their personality, nothing more.

It wasn’t until he accidentally made an insensitive comment about Buddy’s personality does Optimus give him the talk. Smokescreen honestly doesn’t believe it for a second. He thinks it’s a team prank.

There was no way that Buddy would act like that, ever. He eats his words when the switch is flipped.

Smokescreen is floored with how Buddy starts acting.

Buddy starts acting like a hard-core commander, like the ones that were on Cybertron and he does not like this.

Smokescreen physically exhales when Buddy goes back to normal.

He makes sure to apologizes for the comment later.

“C’mon Buddy we have to go!”--Smokescreen

“Coming ‘Smokes. I’m—”--Buddy

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“…Are you dead?”--Smokescreen

Megatron

Megatron has only managed to capture Buddy one time and he has to say that they are a hard thing for an organic.

There is some respect earned after the round of torture dealt with. He believes that they are just another hardened soldier by the way they acted around him during their time together.

He does a double take when he sees surveillance footage of them slipping and face planting on the ground.

He has to ask Soundwave that if that was the human he tortured not too long ago.

Megatron is in denial that that klutz is the war harden organic that he tortured.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“That’s not them.”--Megatron

Starscream

Starscream was the bot that was in charge of torturing Buddy.

He had to admit it, but Buddy was a tougher nut to crack compared to the other human pet. This one didn’t pass out till much later than the other one.

But Starscream hated this one. They had the bearings to call him out while they were getting tortured.

He was familiar with the look in the humans’ eyes.

Cold and unforgiving eyes.

Eerily similar to of Lord Megatron’s own optics.

He swears to squish that human again when he gets the chance. Starscream is convinced that the human on Soundwaves surveillance is simply another human.

All humans look the same anyways.

That human did not have the same look in their eyes.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“Tsh. Humans are such a klutz.”--Starscream

Soundwave

Soundwave took a bit of a liking to this human.

The human had some witty banter and an air around them that was all too familiar on the Nemesis. He can respect them so much.

A soldier to a soldier. The eyes tell everything.

He found the surveillance footage of them outside a remote convenance store slipping on a puddle. Soundwave shared it with the rest of the higher ups.

Not many believe that the human was the same one that was on board the Nemesis not so long ago. He knows its them and is a bit curious about who they really are now.

Maybe a visit could be required…

Buddy slips on a puddle.

Soundwave saves the video for later.

Knockout and Breakdown

They don’t know too much about the human that was recently tortured and rescued.

All they know from the gossip vine was that this one not only didn’t squeal anything but also made comments on Starscreams ability to torture.

Knockout as much as he doesn’t like Humans does want to meet them.

Breakdown meet them too. Anyone who has the bearings to talk back to Starscream is okay in his book.

They saw the surveillance of a human falling in a puddle and are confused.

They don’t get that it was the same human that was there.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“Ow! That looked like that hurt.”--Breakdown

“Those pants are definitely ruined.”--Knockout

Dreadwing • Dreadwing had heard stories about the human that back talked Starscream over a torture session. • He never meets them though. Dreadwing does not have time to deal with this sort of thing even though it does spike his interest a bit. • He doesn’t think too much about the video of the human falling. • Everyone falls what’s the point?

• Buddy slips on a puddle. • “…Okay?…”--Dreadwing

Shockwave

Shockwave doesn’t know the human existed until Starscream came in to complain about them.

He doesn’t care about them. They have no part in his projects or the cause.

Shockwave sees the video and is one of the first to link it to the previous human that was tortured.

Though their behavior was… illogical for such an agent of their stature.

Simply illogical.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

Shockwave’s illogical senses go off.

“…Illogical…”--Shockwave

Predaking

Predaking hears about this human pest from Starscream’s whining and the gossip vine in the Nemesis.

When he manages to get a hold of the data pads to gain knowledge about himself and his brethren, he also saw the footage of the torture session. Never had he felt much pity for an organic life form than at that moment.

He found himself cheering at the human talking back to Starscream but also wincing when the blows were delivered.

The next video he saw was the same human slipping on a puddle.

He is confused.

How could the fearless human from the previous video be the same as the careless human that couldn’t even move past a puddle be the same.

He is going to visit them one of these days to get an answer.

“This is Autobot base—”--Ratchet

“GET SOMEONE HERE NOW!”--Buddy

“Buddy!? What’s going on!?”--Ratchet

“YOU’RE DRAGON IS CHASING ME! HE’S ASKING SOMETHING ABOUT A VIDEO? I DON’T REALLY KNOW! GET SOMEONE HERE, NOW!”—Buddy

“Human, are you and the one on video the same?”—Predaking

“WHO ARE YOU?!”--Buddy

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avocado-writing · 5 months

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Hello! Today is my birthday (well, in one hour it will be) and I was wondering if you could write a story with Crowley and Aziraphale with reader perhaps set in the tltdatsib series/world where it’s like the past sometime (whenever you’d like) and maybe Aziraphale (or Crowley) gets jealous that reader is paying more attention to the other and angst to fluff perhaps with makeup sex? Thank you! New to the fandom and love your work!

notes: I’m certain it was your birthday like two months ago by this point but uhhhhh enjoy!

pairing: aziraphale x reader x crowley (tltdatsib-verse)

rating: E

Crowley is jealous.

He thinks he’s doing a pretty good job at conveying it: huffing, sitting down heavily, crossing his arms (though definitely not pouting) but you and Aziraphale haven’t picked up on it.

For the amount of time you’ve been together, sometimes it does end up that two of you will spend more time together than all three. He’s had countless times when he’s headed off with Aziraphale around the world for work reasons, and he can firmly remember some stints in the seventies when the two of you hit the road to follow your favourite bands on tour.

Still, though. He doesn’t like it when it happens to him.

You and Aziraphale have been going to night time classes. He’s not quite sure what classes, neither of you have let that slip, but what it has meant is that you and the angel have been around each other incessantly. Together. He feels a bit elbowed out of it all, like the two of you have some little secret to giggle over.

Crowley swirls his wine in his glass and mopes a bit before swallowing it down, harrumphing quietly to himself as he hears the two of you open the door to the shop and walk in laughing. Probably at some private joke that he won’t be privy to.

“And I was just— oh, hello, Crowley. Why are you sitting in the dark, my love?”

He looks over to you and notices for the first time that he’s not bothered to put the lights on. He flinches as Aziraphale hits the light switch and the bookshop is bathed in a warm glow. The two of you carry on as if nothing is amiss; Aziraphale puts the kettle on, you hang up the coats.

“Have you just been there since we left?” you asked, concern creeping into your voice. Crowley takes another quaff.

“Maybe. Not sure why you’d care.”

He sniffs loudly and out of the corner of his eye he can see your confusion.

“Love, what’s the matter?” you ask, crossing your arms, fully in no-nonsense mode. Aziraphale pokes his head out of the kitchen.

“Is something happening?”

You gesture for him to follow you. The kettle sings and turns off, ignored, and the two of you plonk down on the sofa either side of Crowley.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, gently but firmly, laying your hand on his knee.

“Well, maybe you’d know if you weren’t constantly disappearing off to your evening classes without me…” he knows he sounds petulant but honestly he sort of doesn’t care. He enjoys being petulant sometimes.

“Oh, Crowley,” you say softly, “we didn’t think you’d want to come, my darling.”

“I don’t want to come!” he snips, then deflates a little, putting down his wine, “But I would have done it if you asked.”

You and Aziraphale exchange a look. Ah. There it is. You’ve been around long enough to know that misunderstandings happen when communication doesnt. Either side of Crowley, you both take one of his hands.

“Crowley, dear. We weren’t excluding you to be unkind. We just didn’t want you to come because… well…”

“Look. We’ve been going to swing dance classes. And we’re really bad at it,” you finish. Aziraphale shrugs and nods. Crowley furrows his brow.

“What?”

“We’re so utterly pants. We can’t swing dance to save our lives and we’ve been going for weeks now.”

“We’re getting better!” Aziraphale says, “We don’t stand on each other’s feet half as much any more. But truth be told we are the worst in the class by a large margin - and we don’t want you to watch us dance until we’re worth watching.”

“It’s pretty humiliating. We were hoping one day we’d be able to show you properly. We wanted you to be impressed.”

Oh god. Crowley feels awful. The two of you weren’t trying to exclude him, you just wanted to be good enough to show off. He groans and buries his face in his hands.

“I’m an idiot,” he sighs.

“Well…”

He shoots you a withering look, but ends up smiling.

“My dear, you have to tell us if something is bothering you. Neither of us would want that,” Aziraphale says.

“If you’re feeling neglected you just need to say, and I’m sure we can make it up to you…”

This is all the incentive Crowley needs to allow the two of you to begin to touch him.

You kiss him first, long and slow, before freeing his lips for Aziraphale. Crowley loves the slick slide of his husband’s tongue along his, the way the angel’s warm hand skims the plateau of skin revealed as his shirt is lifted up. You work your way down Crowley’s body and end up on your knees between his legs, your hands making light work of his jeans.

“Ahh, there we are,” you sigh, finding him half-hard and stroking him to his full length. You take a moment to inhale the musky scent of him before you touch your tongue to the tip of his cock, and he bucks as if you’ve run a thousand volts through him.

“Shit—!”

“Language,” Aziraphale mutters against his lips. The demon’s shirt is hitched higher, Aziraphale begins to run his thumb in a circle around the peak of his nipple.

“Such a lovely boy,” you hum as you press kisses down the length of his shaft. Crowley doesn’t identify as male necessarily, but he does enjoy hearing you call him a ‘lovely boy’. It makes him feel small and safe, adored.

He relaxes into the couch and lets you both take care of him. By the end of the evening, and several orgasms later, he can tell you’re both very sorry for making him feel ignored. But if this is the way you make it up to him, maybe he doesn’t mind too much…

tags: @angiestopit @foolishprincipalitee @smile-eywa @staygoldsquatchling02 @underratedboogeyman @specter-soltare @candlewitch-cryptic @cool-ontherun-world @emilynissangtr @willbedecided @bdffkierenwalker @cool-iguana @ilyatan @civil-groupie @willyoubethepookietomypookster @lxsm2 @clarina04 @wtfhasmy-lifecometo @mrgatotortuga @wereallbrokenangels @night-affiliate @silcosmoke @kimqueenofhell @chewbrry @bajablast23 @h3k3t @am-i-obsessed---maybe @bakerstreethound@a-mediocore-writer@darktealrat @chaospossum @belilwen @rex-ray @hunterispunk

#aziraphale x reader x crowley #crowley x reader x aziraphale #good omens x reader #ineffable husbands x reader #Request #fic: the light the dark and the spaces inbetween

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Hello! Can I request a jinx, Ekko, vi and Caitlyn separate of a readers ex gf or bf coming around and trying to get back with them and how they react to it? Thank you!

Oof, an ex can really mess things up, or at least make shit awkward even at the best of times.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Caitlyn x Reader

Tags: fluff, slight angst, established relationship, hurt/comfort, kissing, jealousy, feelings of insecurity, PDA, showing off

A/N: Trying to write some more Arcane content cause I've been stuck creatively with it for a while ugh.

Jinx wouldn't take it very well, someone trying to come between you two now that your relationship is just getting started. She doesn't want to think that you'd leave her but she believed that before about others too.

Noticing that you have no intention of that but that its your ex who is being the pushy one here she goes into her scary, protective mode. She doesn't kill your ex, not right now at least, but she'd not above some very well illustrated threats and maybe a few little bombs thrown in their direction.

"Don't let me see ya talkin' ta sugar here ever again. Ya had your chance and you blew it. They're with me now, ain't no way I'm letting ya have them now that you've come crawling back. Come on sugar, I'm taking ya somewhere more fun, where this loser won't disturb us."

Vi isn't afraid to break a few bones for you, or be the cause of broken bones for you. Your ex has nothing on her, everyone knows that. But... call her a little evil, she has something better in mind then just walking up and decking your ex in the face.

Kissing you right in plain view. That hurts more then any punch she could throw, letting your ex know how good you're having it with her. Looking over there before spinning you around and pulling you into her lap is all part of her showing off, well that and flexing as she spins you around and drags you past your ex, flipping them the bird while you have that goofy, happy smile on your face.

"That's your ex huh sweet stuff? Man, did your taste improve when you met me. Raised your standards sky high I bet. They were good to you right? Need me to go back in there and teach them a few lessons? Oh, well... I'm actually a little disappointed. I always wanted to be the cool girlfriend who kicks the ex's butt."

Ekko is protective over you, like he is of everyone from the Firelights. Of course he knew one of the Firelights was your ex so there was no getting away from the awkwardness of the situation even if he tried to.

He starts walking around holding hands, kissing your cheek and whispering in your ear, a sort of passive aggressive show of your relationship to everyone else. He won't be hostile to his teammates but he needs to let your ex know that he no intention of just letting them walk into your relationship.

"They still following you around Firefly? I know its sort of inevitable, just wanna make sure you're doin' okay. Sweet that you think I'm being cute but I'm actually trying to be intimidating here. Not working is it? Should I bring out the mask? No cause you can't kiss me when I have it on? Not funny."

Caitlyn is more used to seeing her exes and hiding away. She doesn't have many but they're usually somewhere at her parents parties. Getting to play the jealous, overprotective girlfriend is new for her. Doesn't need to try very hard, her sharp looks do wonders.

Or horrors in the case of your ex. She keeps a protective hand on the small of your back for the rest of the night and makes sure to cast one last glance at your ex, smirking at them, looking very smug when you leaned to kiss her cheek.

"We should get going now darling, there's only so much angry staring I can do when you look so ravishing at my side. Do you think I sent the message loud and clear? I suppose I could have done more but... well I think I caused enough scenes at events in the past. Thank you for that kiss, I think that was the final nail on the coffin for them."

#arcane #arcane x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #ekko x reader #caitlyn x reader #arcane imagines #arcane headcanon #league of leguends #league of legends x reader #league of legends imagines #league of legends headcanons

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panda-writes-kpop · 28 days

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look at me! look at me!

a/n: @sanccharine apologies for the late fic... 🧍‍♀️ but it's done and it's fluffy!! everyone say yay!! happy late birthday, my friend ❤️

tw: alcohol consumption, paladin schemes, poor taste in party games

related fics: sorry for party rockin'!, we're never getting back together (like ever?)

♡ Masterlist ♡

summary: you invite chou tzuyu, a girl you know nothing yet everything about, over for a quiet night of studying. things don't go to plan as you're invited to a party and forced to reveal your feelings for each other in a not-so-glamorous way.

You usually don't have time for parties. With classes, hobbies, and friends in the mix, you're squeezed for time on a regular basis. Although you try to find time to go out and have fun, life usually has other plans for you.

So here you are, 6 p.m. on a Saturday, doing homework for a class.

What a life.

Your phone rings with a familiar tone. You didn't have one set for most of your contacts except the Paladins, your family, and Chou Tzuyu.

Since the sound emanating from your phone is one of Hongjoong's mixtapes that he sent to you, you know exactly who's calling you.

"Hey, Tzuyu," You answer the phone before pausing your typing at your computer, "what's up?"

"Do you mind if I come over and study? There's so much noise at the house, I can't concentrate-"

"No problem," You answer quickly, albeit a bit too quickly for friendly chatter, "You need a ride?"

"Yeah, that'd be great. Are you sending an Uber?"

"Nah, I'll ask Katie. She won't mind." You pull the phone away from your ear after turning on speaker mode.

Although Katie was the affectionate boomer hater, she'd gladly bend over backward to please you. You often wished that she'd take care of herself as well as she took care of you... but you didn't mind using your "Katie's Favorite Paladin" privileges every now and again.

You hear Tzuyu sigh as something in the background hits a wall and shatters.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes. See you then."

Ever the punctual woman, Tzuyu ends the phone call before you can engage in any friendly chatter. You wonder if you'd even call yourself friends - sure, you two hang out a lot, but all you talk about is classes, homework, or your friends' stupid antics.

You want to know more about her - who is Chou Tzuyu, really?

And why do you have a crush on her?

"Thanks for letting me study here tonight. If I had to mediate another fight, I would've lost it." Tzuyu mumbles as she unloads her stationary onto your desk.

You grab a chair from another room before moving your shit to the side. She offers you a smile before opening her laptop as you sit down and start to work on your own things.

"Hey, you two need anything?" Katie peeks into the room as you two look up at her.

"I'm good, thanks." Tzuyu says as you nod.

"Since you pre-made some snacks for us, I'm alright."

"You didn't have to-"

"No, it's no trouble, Dami called me earlier and I've been making food since. I trust that you two will leave some leftovers." Katie pushes away Tzuyu's concern before grabbing a set of car keys. "If you two change your mind, the party's only a block away. Feel free to walk over and join the rest of human civilization."

With that, Katie heads out of the apartment, leaving you and Tzuyu to your own devices.

"Do you want to order a pizza or something?" You ask as you close your computer.

Katie's pre-made snacks are now nothing but crumbs - perhaps you can shoulder the blame to King again?

Yet again, Katie and Tzuyu were friends, so she'd hopefully let it slide.

"I'm full, thanks." As always, she doesn't offer any friendly chatter.

Tzuyu quietly packs up her things, but she doesn't make any effort to leave the apartment. Neither do you, but you can't find the words to say in order to engage in any meaningful conversation.

"Are you in the mood for some hell-raising?" You ask as you grab your phone. "I don't know if parties are your style, but the Paladins make them fun for everyone."

"I'll go if you do." She softly says as you grab your jacket.

"Let's get going, then."

(You really need to work on your conversational skills.)

The party was already hectic when the two of you arrived. People were already drunk (people being two of the three older Paladins - at least Neon had his shit together).

"I thought this was supposed to be 'an intimate gathering among friends'?" Tzuyu quips as she leans against the door.

"Word gets out fast, I guess." You shrug before making your way towards the kitchen. "Katie?"

"In here!" She yells over the buzz of the crowd as the two of you file into the kitchen. "I'm a bit busy, but I'm glad you could make it. Feel free to mingle if you two would like. Oh, and could you two keep an eye on King and Sparrow for me?"

"I thought that was Neon's job?" You ask as Katie scoffs.

"First off, he's terrible at that job because he usually gets drunk with them. Second, he and Siyeon went to get more booze," Katie smiles to herself before adding, "I'll have to thank Ryujjn later for hiding the rest of the booze."

"You're such a little shit-"

"-I prefer the term matchmaker, thank you very much." Katie corrects you. "Now go find the other boomers before they fuck up my plan."

"You have a plan?" Tzuyu tilts her head as Katie laughs.

"Oh, I always have a plan."

"Because I'd rather not have to get infected by a parasite to get your attention. Being bitten by a vampire sounds less painful." Tzuyu says before you cough into your drink.

After hustling the crowd for a little bit of money, since you know how drunk Sparrow and King can get, Katie invites the gawking crowd to play another game.

"How about we play Spin the Bottle?"

It was a terrible idea, really, since tempers had already been flaring a bit. But what was wrong with a little more chaos?

You had joined the small crowd that was headed towards another part of the living room. You noticed some familiar faces - Katie, Jinsoul, Dami, Ryujin, and Heejin, among others - but Tzuyu hung back from the crowd.

"Come on over and observe the chaos. You don't have to play." You mouth to her as you make eye-contact with her.

"Are you sure that you don't mind me watching?" She says as you nod to her.

She walks over as people start to make another circle - this one is more messy, but you take a seat in between Katie and Ryujin.

Katie takes the bottle and slides it towards Jinsoul on the other side of the circle.

"You should go first since you didn't get to play Truth or Drink." Katie smiles at Jinsoul, who eagerly grabs the bottle from the floor.

"Let's make this party interesting." She spins the bottle as Tzuyu takes a seat behind the seated circle.

You find yourself holding your breath as you watch the bottle spin around and around on the floor. Nervousness develops in your stomach - not because you're nervous about kissing one of the girls, but you're more nervous about kissing a girl in front of Tzuyu.

You weren't sure exactly what the two of you were - friends? in the talking stage? two acquaintances? study buddies? somewhere in-between?

But she always made time to see you. Between her extracurriculars and the hefty class schedule, Tzuyu had little time to spare. You didn't fail to notice that she didn't have homework to work on when you agreed to study together. You'd even catch her staring at you sometimes, when she didn't catch you first.

You never called each other friends or anything more, but you want to know more about Chou Tzuyu. What were you doing together when you didn't even know what you were to each other?

You're playing with fire when you talk to Tzuyu. You fall deeper for her, unsure if she feels the same way.

Now, as the bottle slows down, it feels like the flames are burning you alive.

But you're lucky as it lands on Heejin, who happily accepts a cheek kiss from her friend.

This was a truly terrible idea, you think to yourself, as Heejin grabs the bottle and spins it.

Maybe you'll make it out of this without ruining whatever you have with Tzuyu, or without embarrassing yourself.

Of course, nothing was ever that simple.

Heejin's spin landed on Yeji, who drunkenly chased the former around until a kiss was successfully planted on Heejin's forehead.

Yeji, after three failed attempts, managed to spin the bottle enough for it to land on Ryujin. Cheers erupted as the first lip-to-lip contact was made.

Then the drama starts as Ryujin spins the bottle and it lands to your right.

The neck of the bottle points directly at Katie, who stares in shock before leaning over to look at Ryujin.

You feel like you're in-between something serious as Dami, on the other side of the circle, looks on with curiosity.

Ryujin moves to the side before pulling Katie close. The two share a quick kiss before returning to their spots. Katie takes the bottle in her hands, but she quickly shakes her head and hands it back to Ryujin.

"You should go again. It's only fair since you didn't get to play earlier." Katie says as Ryujin nods in agreement.

"Sounds good to me." Ryujin spins the bottle as Katie nervously bites her lip while staring at a single spot on the floor.

You offer her a sympathetic pat on the back that helps relax her a bit.

Katie sighs in relief before muttering, "I knew things were going to get tense, but I was hoping that I would be outside of the drama."

You smile to yourself as the shenanigan-making Paladin gets bitten in the ass by a product of her own design.

"You shouldn't have played with fire if you didn't want to get burned." You tease as she scoffs.

"That's why I wanted to sit next to Ryujin. The bottle never lands on the person next to the spinner." She says as the bottle Ryujin spins on lands on you.

"I wish the situational irony was less subtle." You grumble as Katie offers you a quick side hug.

"You shouldn't have played with fire if you didn't want to get burned~"

"Very funny." You roll your eyes as you face Ryujin.

"I get to kiss two Paladins in one night? I should buy a lottery ticket or something." Ryujin smirks before leaning in to kiss you.

You nervously bite your lip before starting to lean in - Tzuyu won't mind, right? It's just a silly children's game.

One that could ruin any chance of you two being more than friends.

Luckily, your lips never meet Ryujin's as Tzuyu hauls you off of your feet and drags you into the kitchen.

"Wait a minute-" You try to protest, but her grip on the back of your shirt is ironclad as she pulls you away from any prying eyes.

A few mutters ring out from the group your left behind, but screams quickly take over as another victim is selected.

"What was that about?" You say as Tzuyu lets go of your shirt.

"I didn't want you to kiss Ryujin."

"Yeah, I figured that one out when you hauled me away from her in a hurry. It's almost like you're the one who wanted to kiss me." You joke, just as you always do with all of your friends.

She looks away from you, towards the window that faces the street.

She's deadly serious.

You feel like a total jerk.

Tzuyu navigates towards the door with disappointment on her face as you trial after her.

"Wait, hold on, I didn't think you seriously liked me-"

"-of course I did! Why else do you think I want to hang out with you and do homework? I don't even have homework half of the time!" She sounds exasperated as she pauses her stride to glance at you.

"I wasn't really sure if we were friends or if you wanted to be more." You offer her your hand, and she takes it. "I'm sorry if I gave mixed signals or if I pushed you away from me. I didn't mean to, at all."

"I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean to pull you away from your friends. I just didn't want you kissing any other girl at this party.." She trails off before you encouragingly squeeze her hand.

"-besides you?" You smile at her. "Don't worry, you're the only one I've thought about kissing all night."

You lean forward and kiss her cheek. Tzuyu offers you a wide smile, one that you've rarely seen.

It's enough to tempt you closer as you pull back and go for her lips this time.

Unfortunately, your bliss is short-lived as Sparrow slams the door open. You and Tzuyu immediately part - she's red in the face as you're trying to wipe her lipstick off your face.

"King got mud on my shoes, that motherfucker!" She screams, completely unaware to your presence. "NEOOOOON!"

She hollers for the oldest Paladin before stumbling into the living room as a mud-clad King walks into the house.

"Have I ever told you about the one time-" He says to absolutely no one before wandering into the kitchen.

Kim Lip follows closely behind, throwing you a wink before shoving King into the kitchen to give you two some privacy.

"Your friends are something, but mine aren't much better." Tzuyu laughs before sliding in next to you. "Shall we rejoin the party?"

"Yeah, otherwise Katie will be making up all sorts of lies about me." You mutter.

"C'mon, lovebirds, join the fun! We swapped games, and Twister's getting pretty intense!" Katie yells as the crowd screams in unison before someone falls to the ground.

It's never uneventful around her, but you don't mind having a slice of normalcy with Tzuyu. Especially since she's holding your hand and kissing your face every once in a while.

Hopefully, the blackmail isn't as bad as what you have on the other Paladins.

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38sr · 11 months

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Hi! I really love the way you color, and I was wondering If you could make a tutorial about it, I of course completely understand if you Can't/don't want to do it thanks in advance If you decided to do it and have a good day/night.

Hello hello! Ooooh, a color tutorial! I've never done one before so I'm not sure if I'll be any good at it haha. But I don't mind sharing my thinking process when it comes to coloring my works. So when it comes to color, I very much have a traditional painter's approach since that's how I learned color in art college. My painting professor never allowed us to use black or white paint, we could only use other colors to create darker colors or new colors altogether. And you're probably thinking, "What the hell? That's insane." And I wouldn't blame you haha. But this approach helped me a lot to not rely on tints (colors mixed with white) and shades (colors mixed with black) when I color. For the most part, I purely thinking about value and hues when I'm coloring.

Finding the right values:

So for this drawing, I did two different takes (one with direct harsh lighting and one without). The reason why I'm showing this is because when it comes to color it's very important that your values aren't clashing with each other. When I started out, all my coloring felt flat because I was using colors with the same values so there was little to no depth. A lot of people don't realize this but color does have value!

If we put the primary colors on greyscale, you notice how each color has its own value. Blue tends to be a dark value, red has a mid to dark value , and yellow is a much lighter value. This is why if you ever look at my work, the color I use for shadows lean into blue/purple tones. You can also have warm shadows since red does have a deeper value compared to yellow. But these values are when the primary colors are at the highest saturation. What would happen if we knocked down the saturation levels?

The values start to become more similar. Since we're not always using the most saturated colors, it's important to understand the values behind the colors you'll use. Once you unlock that, you can pretty much do whatever you want with color haha. That's why I hardly ever use black or white in my digital art when mixing (also I don't mix color with a brush, I just pick from the color wheel which might be insane).

While it's not wrong to use white or black to create darker/lighter colors, color in real life doesn't always act that way. Shadows and highlights can have color. For myself, letting go of white and black has opened a world of color combinations that I didn't think of before taking my first ever traditional painting class. Now, I can freely pick colors and experiment with palettes since I've blocked out what values I need (like the image below).

Even if I'm using blending modes like in the next image, I'm always thinking about making clear value separations. If I can't understand the image in black and white, then I'll have a hard time seeing it in color.

And when you get very comfortable, you can start placing characters in different color environments and match them (which essentially is the job of a color designer in TV animation).

The right image is the official color palette for my character which already uses a lot of blue/purple for the shadows. But on the left side, she's in a night-time environment so I leaned even more into the cool colors to the point that the white T-shirt is actually a very very light purple/pink color haha.

Or like this example where the left drawing gives a more sunset/golden hour lighting while the right one is more blue hour/night time lighting. But you can read the colors clearly 'cause the values are clear to begin with. While that wasn't really a tutorial this is pretty much my thought process when I'm coloring my digital works. ^^; I very much do follow an academic approach to color theory but even then I think it's okay to break the rules. As long as you have understanding of colors' value, I think you'll be able to unlock any color style you want! I hope that answered your question and was helpful!

#digital art #digital illustartion #color #anon #ask #send me anon #send me asks #color theory #tone and value

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mvltisstuff · 11 months

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hello!! i absolutely love, love love, your buck fics, cowboy like me was so good. i was wondering if i can request a fic? buck and reader are best friends too stubborn to realize their feelings and have to share a bed for some reason, buck for some reason knows this trope and prepares themself like “i can do this, they’re my best friend it won’t be weird” so morning comes and he wakes up but they’re not cuddling and he gets gets disappointed and that’s how he realizes his feelings and maybe a confession. thank you if you do this but no worry if you don’t get to it. take care ❤️

sweet nothing - e.b

summary: basically for the request above :)

evan buckley x reader

a/n: i was so so happy to see that someone requested something and i hope you enjoy it! 🩶🩶 i’ve never done a one bed trope before so hang in there. i’ll be editing this a little later as i am going out but i wanted to get this up for you!

edit: omg i lowkey read this wrong i’m so sorry i can def write it again if you’re not a fan of it

y/n and buck have known each other for years, working together at the station. they meshed so well together and they realized that their connection might be stronger than a normal one between co-workers.

they started hanging out more and more, going to bars and getting dinner. they’d go to parties together and they talked all the time. having to deal with the repercussions of being a first responder, they found comfort in each other. after a death or near a death, they’d go back to someone’s place, hoping to bring normality back to the day. the bad days and the good days, they were always there.

it’s hard for buck not to get attached to someone so easily after dealing with people leaving. he never received affection from his mother or father, and his sister leaving so soon changed his view on things. his ego might be big, but it’s not big enough to prevent him from clinging to someone who shows him an ounce of love.

they were scarily similar, and they knew it. that’s why they were friends. they could talk to each other and actually understand each other after not having anyone for years.

they both know they’re more than friends, and everyone at the firehouse teases them anyway. buck normally has no problem with admission, taking girls home and letting them forget him the next day. he cannot admit his feelings for y/n after all these years. whether it be encouragement from eddie or bobby, the fear of ruining the best relationship he’s ever had outweighs that.

after a crazy day off, driving around the city and doing anything they can imagine, they realize how late it is and start to drive home. bucks mood of the night goes from pure happiness to dread. he doesn’t want it to be over, because any time that is spent with her is more time that he feels like nothing could stop him.

“buck, where are we?” y/n asks in the passenger seat of his jeep.

“oh, we’re um… at the place i went a few weeks ago. i just-“

“don’t know how to get back?” she finished his sentence and he gives her a look.

“yes, i do actually! we just have to go down that freeway.” he tries fixing the situation, not wanting to leave her stranded in the middle of nowhere. “ok, i have no clue where we are, but it’s fine! we have google maps.” buck pulls out his phone and sits on the app for minutes, praying that the little loading sign goes away. some small part of him wants to turn on airplane mode and hope she doesn’t notice, so they can stay together for a little while longer. she looks over to the phone and sighs.

“just pull up to that gas station over there. i have to pee.” she says, and he starts driving over to the dark gas station with the 24-hour sign. after she runs in, she runs back out with a ton of snacks and drinks.

“i thought you were just using their bathroom?”

“what? it’s just a few snacks, what’s wrong with that?” she laughs and throws them back into the car as he’s waiting outside too, filling his tank.

“did you buy a map in there too?”

“very funny, buck. like you can read a damn map.”

“i could if we were stranded somewhere! and oh, take a look around.” he acknowledges the fact that they don’t know where they are, but can still make fun of each other and laugh.

“listen, let’s just drive around for a bit and see what we find.” y/n recommends. buck grumbles and gets back into his car, turning on the engine.

it mutters and doesn’t turn on, he tries again and realizes it’s not going anywhere. he keeps playing around with it before y/n interrupts him. “i think it’s broken, buck.”

“it’s a jeep, it’s fine!” he says, trying to defend his precious car.

“ok, well. i’m gonna go inside and ask where any hotels are.” y/n says, and buck runs his hand down his face.

“get a bag of doritos while you’re at it.”

after minutes of waiting, y/n comes out of the gas station and walks over to the car. “did you call a truck?”

“yeah, they’ll be here soon.”

“well, get your walking stick, partner because the nearest hotel is a mile away.” she says sarcastically, grabbing her stuff out of his car.

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“we’re sorry, ma’am but all our two guest rooms are full for tonight,” the hotel receptionist tells them.

“shit, ok. do you have any other available rooms?” buck peeps in and asks.

“we have a one person room on floor 3, it has a full bathroom and everything.” after the exhaustion of the night and having to walk around looking for this hotel, they basically will crash anywhere.

“we’ll take it.” they both say simultaneously.

they climb up the the room with their arms full of stuff they don’t even need. they swing open the door and make their way inside. “ladies first,” buck says, leaning against the door.

“thank you very much, sir.” y/n replies and places some of their goodies on the tv stand. “this is nice, i guess! we could fit in here if we really wanted to.”

“yeah, i can stay on the floor and you take the bed.” y/n laughs at his request and he gives her a confused expression.

“really, buck. we all know you’re picky about your sleeping situations. take the bed. i’m fine on the floor. ladies always take the bed.” she smirks at him.

“oh, well if you put it like that, i’ll take it,” he says, throwing himself on the bed. “you’re gonna sleep in jeans?”

“well, i didn’t bring an overnight bag. it’s fine, it’s just for one night.”

“i have en extra shirt in my car, just wear that. it’s big on me, so it’ll be like a dress!” he tells her. “a nightgown for the queen herself, if i must say.”

“you didn’t bring it in? you even brought your med kit?”

“you never know, y/n. what if you cut yourself open? you never. know.” he jokes.

“whatever,” she smiles and laughs. “i’m going to wash my face and i’m going to bed.” she walks into the bathroom and buck stays on the bed. he doesn’t want to leave her on the floor, but he doesn’t know if he could contain his thoughts if they slept together. that sounds really awful, but that might make him spit out words he doesn’t want her to know.

when she comes back out, buck is stripped of his shirt and left in his pants. her heart rate noticeably speeds up, and she doesn’t really know what to say. she’s seen him without a shirt, but spending the night together? she’s in for a hell of a night. her mouth is slightly open, and she closes it again, realizing he’s looking right at her. “like what you see?” he says, looking up from his phone. she shakes her head and turns around. she pulls on his massive shirt and now it’s his turn to have an internal freak out.

seeing his name on her back and his shirt on her body might send him into arrest. her soft hair falls down her back after she pulls out her bun and she runs her hands through it. buck looks around at her body, her shoulders peeking out through the top and the neckline down. he shakes his head and forces his eyes to look back down at his phone. she gets down on the floor, pulling the blanket over her and laying on the few that she placed under her. “g’night, buck. go to sleep.”

“n-night, y/n.”

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buck stays on the bed the whole night, being able to sleep peacefully in the quiet room. y/n on the other hand, feels like she’s gonna fall through the floor. she hates the floor, she would’ve taken the bed, but his comfort was more important to her.

she loves him, she really does, but both of their stubbornness and lack of acknowledgement of their feelings prevents her from making any moves. but she swears this hard, itchy rug might be the death of her.

buck feels the corner of the blanket get pulled up, and a light hand on his shoulder, pulling him out of his slumber. “move over, i cant stay on this rug.”

even the deep sleep he was in couldn’t keep his mind from going places. he was so happy, probably too happy. “yeah-yeah, of course.” he says, moving his body. he was wide awake now, turning to face her. “you know, i’m really happy we got stuck here together.”

her faces reveals a bright smile and buck can still see through the darkness of the room. “me too.”

they both turn over and fall asleep, trying to quiet the thoughts in their head. the ones that have been begging to be released for months.

when they wake up in the morning, y/n feels so much better. the sun was shining lightly through the shades and she rubs her eyes. she looks over and buck, whos much closer than she thought.

she realizes their closeness, his arms wrapped around her and their legs tangled together. her head is right next to his, their foreheads practically touching.

she thought about moving from her spot, it physically, she couldn’t bring herself to. the warmth of bucks body brought a whole new feeling. she felt at peace, which sounds silly but she felt like she could take on anything as long as he was there. it was her opportunity to be with him, being as close as ever.

he woke up from his own sleep, eyes fluttering open and his breaths were deep and slow. he looked up at her, and smiled when he saw how close they were to each other. “hey,” he says, with a raspy voice morning voice and y/n feels grateful to even hear one word.

“hi,” she whispers back to him. “sleep well?”

“i slept great, i wonder why,” he looks around and then lands his eyes back on her. “i’m glad you’re here.”

“you know, i kinda thought i was dreaming when i woke up,” she speaks. “i’m glad i wasn’t.”

“i’m glad you weren’t dreaming too.” he pulls her in, wrapping his arm around her lower back. he leans in, planting a sweet kiss on her lips. they stay in this position for a while, taking the time to spend with each other after waiting the past few years in hiding.

“uh… we should probably, um, get up?” she smiles and is practically speechless. she tries to form the words but really doesn’t want to go anywhere.

“nah, let’s stay here.” he pulls her in and rolls over her, but keeping his weight off. they whisper sweet nothings at each other and she giggles at his soft kisses all over, finally relieved that they can be together without the fear of ruining something great.

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Working Title | Chapter 20

Pairing: Dieter Bravo/OFC Series Rating: Mature, 18+ Word Count: 5.4k Series Masterlist | AO3 Chapter 20 Chapter Summary: The girls head to LA for the audition. Chapter Warnings: Brief alcohol mention. Swearing. Alternating POVs. Some angst, Body image issues. People being mean online. Allusions to Dieter's past. A/N: I can’t believe we’ve made it to the penultimate chapter of this series. This has been my first foray into fanfic writing and these two mean so much to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and thank you for reading and spending some time in this little world!

“Cheers,” Sam smiled clinking the neck of his beer with Dieter’s glass.

The two made some small talk, mostly about the show and whether or not they thought it was actually going to be picked up or not.

“Do you have anything lined up after this is done?” He studied Dieter, who sat absentmindedly swirling his Old Fashioned in one hand.

“Nah, I haven’t come across anything that interests me. Might take some time off.”

“Must be nice,” Sam scoffed, wincing as he ran his hand through his hair. He hated it when his mouth worked faster than his brain. “Sorry, that probably sounded worse than I meant it. I just…I’m not in a position to take a lot of time off you know?”

Although he had been working for a while, Sam still hadn’t gotten his “big break” so every project felt really important to him.

“No man, it’s all good. I get it, I’ve been there. Hell…five years ago no one wanted to hire me. I’m just now starting to get people to somewhat take me seriously, again,” he chuckled to himself as his mind wandered to a dark place before quickly returning to the present.

“Well, they can’t take your Oscar away huh?” Sam offered a small smile and cleared his throat to change the subject. “You thinking of going out to see the girls sometime in Toronto? I’m trying to plan a trip.”

“Yeah, I was …ah…actually thinking of maybe renting a house out there. You know, since I’ll have the time,” Dieter scratched the back of his head.

“No way! That’s an awesome idea! Belle must be so excited about it…” he scrunched his face and Dieter took a sip of his drink. “She knows right?”

“I haven’t told her yet, I kinda wanted it to be a surprise,” Dieter smiled softly.

“Oh well, I’m sure she’ll feel a whole lot better taking the job knowing you’ll be there,” Sam offered, taking a swig of his beer.

“She say anything to you?”

“Not in so many words. But based on what Indy and I were talking about…you know…with she and I…I can only imagine the same applies to the two of you,” he set his beer down and looked Dieter in the eyes. “She’s fallen really hard, you know that right?”

Dieter chuckled, “Well however hard she’s fallen I’m like 10 times worse.”

Both of their phones buzzed at the same time as they both quickly lunged for their respective devices.

“Ah, well looks like they made it on the plane,” Sam smiled, tapping away.

Belle: Made it on the plane!

Dieter: I hope you have a safe flight. Try and sleep. You’ll be there when you wake up.

Belle: I wish I could sleep on planes. I’m checking what movies they have

Dieter: Do they have any of my stuff? That will make you fall asleep. 😜

Belle: No silly watching it would make me miss you too much.

Dieter: 💗

Belle: gotta go - they’re telling us to turn off the phones. I love you 😘

Dieter: Wait! Since I can’t hear you say goodnight, can I get a picture?

Belle smirked, feeling the warmth in her cheeks as she snapped a quick selfie.

Dieter: Good night beautiful. Tell me when you land. xo

Indy sported the biggest smile as she switched her phone to airplane mode. Glancing over she caught you staring at your lock screen �� a selfie of you and Dieter from your hike around Waimea Canyon.

“Thanks for coming with me B,” she nudged your arm with her elbow, pulling you out of your daydream.

“Of course, this is exciting. Are you getting nervous?”

“Nah, I got this,” she winked.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah babe, of course,” she turned her body towards you. “What’s up?”

“Have you and Sam talked about things? Like what’s going to happen next?”

Indy looked down, playing with the hem of her shirt with a small smile. “Yeah…we’ve talked about it. Truthfully it makes me a little scared. I really like him B and I…I don’t know what’s next for us. Sure he can come out and visit, but he needs to work too.”

“For what it’s worth, he really likes you too,” you covered her hand with yours, rubbing circles with your thumb. “And I think he’s a great guy so I’m rooting for you.”

She rested her head on your shoulder, “Thanks B. At first I thought this was going to be just some on-set fling or whatever but I can see this going somewhere,” she smirked as you looked at her with a silent squeal.

“I knew it,” you winked.

“Try and get some sleep, ok? I know how you get,” she smirked as she rummaged through her bag to find the novelty sleeping mask you got her years ago. The “Sleeping Beauty” stitching, a nod to her Disney Princess past, was starting to fade. She put on her noise-canceling headphones and was asleep before the wheels left the tarmac, leaving you to sort out how to entertain yourself for the next five and a half hours.

You aimlessly scrolled through the various television shows and documentaries given as in-flight entertainment options, unable to find something that grabbed your interest. Once the flight attendant delivered your ginger ale and pretzels, you decided to get serious about finding a movie. Doing some quick math, you figured you could probably watch at least two.

When you reached the “C’s” in the menu, your stomach did a little flip seeing the thumbnail for Cliff Beasts 6. You remember when the movie came out and how you had to drag Indy to go see it, tolerating all of the teasing because you just had to see the latest Dieter flick. You’ve endured so many different films and TV shows just to get a chance to watch him; Cliff Beasts 6 was no exception. His over-the-top, cartoonish accent made you laugh despite the absolute trainwreck of a plot.

Seeing Dieter on the little screen mounted in the seatback in front of you gave you butterflies. The last couple of weeks were such a whirlwind. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever meet him in person let alone everything else that’s transpired. You felt like you were living in an alternate reality.

With a smile now permanently affixed to your face, you watched and focused less on the movie and more on how quickly you’ve grown to love this man. His nervous energy, his smile, his laugh, his hair, of course. The way he knew how to strike that balance of gentle and comforting with a little edge that made you want to give him anything and everything. By this point, you were about halfway through the movie and your eyelids were starting to feel heavy.

The guys decided to call it a night after a couple of drinks due to Sam’s early call time (and the fact that he hadn’t read through his scenes yet). Dieter’s call time got pushed back, but he was desperate to return to his room to wallow and track Belle’s flight.

Once in his suite, he made a beeline for the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water along with a box of cookies, and went to his room. Instead of sitting on his side, he settled into Belle’s side of the bed, traces of her perfume and shampoo still on the pillow. He searched for her flight on his phone and studied the route while eating a cookie, the crumbs falling on his shirt and onto the bed.

The girls had a few couple hours until they were to land in Los Angeles and his mind was abuzz, flipping through various thoughts like a Rolodex. He hoped it was a smooth flight and wondered what Belle was doing, wishing she was able to get some sleep. He was curious about how the audition would go for Indy. He knew she was a lock for the role so he needed to stop thinking of “ifs” and start thinking of “whens.”

Sleep was a lost cause so he grabbed the remote. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep until he knew she was safe on the ground. Flipping through the channels, he came across Alien and decided to stop and keep it on as background noise as he continued to do some research on his tablet. He found a couple of places in Toronto and fired off emails to Liz so she could investigate further.

Time crawled by. Something else was on TV but Dieter didn’t pay it any mind. He was scrolling through photos on his phone, landing on a candid he took of Belle one morning. She looked so peaceful, a hint of a smile on her face as she lay on her side facing him, the sheet just barely covering her.

He closed his eyes wishing she was next to him. He ran his hand over his face, his breath hitched just a bit smelling the smallest trace of her musk still on his fingers. It sent an electric pulse down his body, remembering how just a few hours ago her mouth was where his hand had drifted to. His slow strokes picked up as he replayed some of their more intimate moments in his head. It didn’t take long before he found his release, left panting as he reached for his phone.

One more hour.

He cleaned himself up and stepped outside smiling as he looked across at the adjacent balcony, remembering that morning. He stared out into the darkness, hearing the rhythmic sounds of the waves crashing onto the beach below. It was lulling him to sleep, but before he closed his eyes he set an alarm on his phone.

You were woken up when the flight attendants made one last pass through the cabin before taking their seats for the approach to LAX. “Psst,” you gently shook Indy.

She groaned, pulling off her sleeping mask with a pout. “I need the largest, most obnoxious coffee concoction when we land.”

“You got it,” you giggled.

You reached for your phone, itching to be able to turn it off airplane mode so you could text Dieter. The moment the tires made contact with the tarmac, both you and Indy were furiously tapping away at your phones. You felt butterflies when a message came through before you could send one.

Dieter: My bed felt empty 😞 Hope you were able to get some sleep. I miss you.

You grinned like an absolute idiot at your phone at the selfie he sent complete with his signature arched eyebrow and pursed lips. He was in bed underneath the covers. His broad shoulders took up the whole frame and his hair was as unruly as ever, but what stood out to you most was his sweet smile and gentle, but tired, eyes.

Belle: Just landed 🙂 You’re still up?!

Dieter: I took a little power nap 😉

Dieter: I wanted to make sure you got there ok.

Beside you, Indy whispered into her phone to Sam using a baby voice. Normally this would have made you cringe, but seeing her this happy was actually really sweet.

Belle: All good. Safe and sound 🙂 You should get some rest.

Dieter: For later tonight? 😏

Belle: lol whatever gets you to sleep a little

Dieter: Yes ma’am

Dieter: Keep me updated. Even if I fall back asleep it will be nice to wake up to your name on my phone.

Belle: 😘

Belle: I’ll try not to bother you too much

Dieter: You’re never a bother sweetheart

Dieter breathed a sigh of relief knowing the girls made it safely. The anxiety of the last several hours coupled with the lack of sleep finally caught up to him and before he knew it, his eyes fluttered closed as his phone slipped from his hand and onto the carpet.

Getting off the plane through the airport and to the car service was a bit of a blur thanks to the small gaggle of paparazzi armed with cameras, cellphones, and ring lights. Seeing the paps at a place like LAX was pretty standard given all of the celebrities, but what was uncommon was for you and Indy to be the targets of their attention. Once they spotted you, they descended, shouting both of your names as Rhys tried his best to shield you while ushering you to the waiting car. They yelled all at once and you could only make out a phrase or two from each.

“Are you dating Dieter Bravo?”

“Did you and Dieter break up?”

“Belle, can you give us a smile?”

“What the fuck?” Indy huffed as she scooted into the back of the SUV behind you.

“How’d they know my name?” Your face scrunched up as you looked out the back window.

“Someone must have tipped them off, I swear I didn’t set that up!” Rhys looked back from the front seat before turning around to furiously type on his phone.

You and Indy exchanged a confused look. “I can see them knowing you Ind, but me?”

“Well, you are dating Dieter fucking Bravo…” she smirked, before switching to a more serious tone. “I’m sorry B, it sucks. It’s one thing if he were here with you; I know how unnerving this whole thing can be. But you rocked it! Your first paparazzi swarm!” She gave an encouraging smile, trying to make you laugh to get your mind off the path it would inevitably go down.

You sat a bit dumbfounded, trying to process. You are dating Dieter fucking Bravo. You are in love with him and he’s in love with you. But all of this kind of attention wasn't something you wanted. Your mind started to spiral thinking about what life would be like with Dieter outside of your little bubble. Whether going out on a date or taking a trip to the grocery store, he was recognizable and your life would always be on display for others to judge and scrutinize.

Deep in thought, you didn’t even register the SUV pulling up to Indy’s apartment. She quickly unlocked the door and ushered you all in, knowing there was limited time for her to take a quick shower and freshen up. Rhys stepped out to make a couple of phone calls while you laid out your kit on the vanity in her bedroom. Once you were all set up, you plopped on the bed and pulled out your phone. Even though you figured (and hoped) he was asleep, you decided to fire off a message to Dieter.

Belle: Sorry it’s been a bit chaotic but we’re at Indy’s now. Audition is at 9 so I’ll be kinda MIA - Rhys says I have some meetings today too. Hope you're getting some sleep 💕

A notification for Instagram popped up which you ignored, opting instead to clear out some emails. But then another notification came through, followed by another and another, and soon your phone started buzzing with texts and other alerts. As you opened Instagram Rhys sprinted into the room.

“Have you seen them?” He asked in a huff, rushing over to you.

“What? What happened? Is everything ok?”

“Y-yeah, it’s just….the photos of you and Indy are starting to circulate.” He looked a bit worried and you weren’t quite sure why.

“Circulate?” You scoffed, trying to put on a calm exterior despite the anxiety brewing in your chest. You fidgeted with the sleeve of Dieter's sweatshirt you were still wearing.

“Just the typical accounts but some…others picked it up too,” his mouth twitched as he averted his eyes.

You furrowed your brows and Rhys opened his mouth to say more as the en suite bathroom door opened.

“I’m ready!” A bathrobe-clad Indy announced before her face dropped seeing Rhys stressed and you confused. “Wait. What happened? Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, walking over to put his hands on Indy’s arms. “It’s just that the photos from the airport are starting to make their rounds.”

You can’t see the look on Rhys’ face but something in his voice tells you he’s trying to tell Indy something without tipping you off.

“Have you seen anything?” Indy looked past Rhys, her eyes boring into you.

You shook your head, “No, what the fuck guys?! I literally just sat down. Is there something I should know?”

Rhys and Indy exchanged a look before she walked past him, coming to sit next to you on the bed. “Here let me take a look.” She unlocked her phone and started going through her tagged posts.

Indy had the best poker face but you knew her tells. To the untrained eye, they wouldn’t know the difference but decades of friendship made you all too aware of her microexpressions. The slight purse of her lips, an eyebrow twitch, or a shift in her posture – she was uneasy about something.

“You’re making me nervous, Ind.” Your mind started to race through all of the possibilities but had a sneaking suspicion that the reason both she and Rhys were acting weird was because your appearance was being scrutinized. And if that was the case it was honestly so unfair. You had just come off a red-eye and weren’t expecting to have a bunch of cameras shoved in your face. You tugged awkwardly at the hem of Dieter's sweatshirt as Indy kept scrolling.

Indy let out a frustrated sigh as she put down the phone. “I seriously don’t know what gets into people. They act like they know us, know our lives, and they don’t…” She rubbed the heels of her hands into her eyes.

“What’re they saying Ind?” You say with a bit more bite than you intended. You appreciated her trying to shield and protect you from the online fodder but it was completely unrealistic to think you wouldn’t read stuff.

“Look for yourself,” she turned her body toward you, her eyes watching as you unlocked your phone and started scrolling. There was one thread of comments and replies that grabbed your attention.

>>Omg they look like a hot mess

>>They look pissed off

>>It’s early in the morning they’re probably not awake. Jeez give them a break.

>>How do you look in the morning?

>>They look kinda sad

>>Oh that’s the girl Dieter is dating huh?

>>Do you think Dieter broke up with her? Is that why they’re back in LA?

>>They haven’t posted anything together ever at least Indy and Sam kinda soft launched

>>It’s probably not serious then. Remember his last chick? Dude wouldn’t shut up about her

>>He’s definitely still shooting. I saw a photo of him at a bar in Hawaii last night

>>The guy was probably hammered huh?

>>Oh no that was probably bad news

>>Wait is THAT who Dieter is dating now? Woof

>>Guy must be desperate

>>How do you go from a Victoria’s Secret model to that?

You skimmed through the rest of it as you felt your blood pressure spiking. People were throwing out wild, unfounded speculation and there was a small contingent doing a deep dive about you and your family and friends. Your mind goes into a tailspin as you read through more. You couldn’t make out the words, but you heard Indy next to you on the phone trying to get in touch with Sam, frustrated when she got his PA instead.

Meanwhile, you felt that all-too-familiar pang in your gut. You experienced a taste of this when you and Dieter were first spotted in public, knowing that it wasn’t going to be the first or last time people would make comments about you. But something about this felt so unsettling and so invasive. You were a normal person trying to support her friend on what was essentially a job interview. It also made you uncomfortable that the focus was on you and not Indy – she’s the star of the show here not you. Why aren’t people coming up with theories about why she’s in LA when she should be on set in Hawaii too?

The conversations around Dieter were also surprising and a bit confusing. You were on what you thought was a Dieter fan account yet people were speculating about everything from the two of you breaking up to him cheating on you to you both getting secretly married. It hurt to see so many quick to paint him in a bad light – assuming that he had done something wrong.

Indy hung up the phone and you could feel her eyeballs on you but you just kept scrolling.

“What are you thinking B?”

You shook your head, “This is all so confusing. How does us at the airport turn into all of this,” you waved your phone around.

“It, unfortunately, comes with the territor-”

“Can it Rhys!” Indy snapped. “That’s not helpful right now. Look, apparently Sam and Dee went to the hotel bar after we left, had a couple of drinks, and then went back to their rooms.”

“Wait, you don’t think he actually….”

“No, no not at all,” she squeezed your leg. “No. And it’s ridiculous the way these people spiral off the smallest thing…have you tried calling him?”

You shook your head, “I’m pretty sure he’s asleep. He had a later call time than Sam and sounded like he was up most of the night.” Your mind drifted to a negative place briefly before shutting down that train of thought.

“Well, just try, I’m sure Liz is lighting up his phone too.”

“She is. We’ve been texting,” Rhys chimed in.

You called Dieter a couple of times and it went to voicemail. After the third failed attempt to reach him, you took a deep breath, took off the sweatshirt, and looked at Indy, resolved to not let this derail an important day for her. “We need to get you ready.”

“O-ok, yeah, c’mon let’s go.”

Since it was part audition/part screen test, you were thankful to just have to do minimal makeup and a simple blowout, allowing you to go on autopilot and think. You suddenly felt like you were back in your apartment after you found out Ryan left. The thoughts of unworthiness were quick to make themselves known after they’d been dormant for weeks – the weeks you’ve known Dieter. You were happier, and stronger with him, and being apart only made you see how weak and fragile you were.

You were annoyed at yourself that comments from people you didn’t know could affect you so much. But words hurt. And it doesn’t help that so many of them keyed in on parts of your body you were self-conscious about. But then there was another voice trying to push through to remind you that all of those things they called out were the things Dieter loved. He celebrated your body, eager to show you his appreciation as you became more comfortable with him.

Thoughts then traveled to Dieter, wondering what his state of mind would be like when he finally woke up and Liz brought him up to speed. You smiled a bit to yourself knowing that his first thoughts would probably be about you and wanting to check if you were ok. But you knew his next instinct would be to turn inward. He hadn’t shared everything, but there were demons from his past he still had to contend with every day. And you couldn’t help but think that seeing people attack you because of your relationship with him was going to send him down a self-loathing spiral.

For a brief moment, your mind wandered to a territory that scared you – whether all of this was worth it. You continued to work in silence, catching Indy’s eyes in the mirror every so often. She acted like she was rereading her lines but you knew she was trying to gauge your feelings and meet you where you were.

“Ok, ready.” You set down the can of finishing spray and fluffed up her hair in the mirror.

“Wanna talk about it?” She grabbed your hand, stopping you from quickly packing everything up.

“There’s nothing to talk about. C’mon, we’re going to be late.”

“Of course there’s stuff to talk about.”

“I’m. Fine.” You snapped, instantly regretting losing your temper. “Sorry Indy, I…it’s just the same old shit when it comes to,” you motioned up and down your body. “I don’t want to talk about it. It’s not a productive conversation.”

She didn’t push it and just hugged you, figuring an embrace would tell you more than she could with words. Rhys interrupted your quiet moment urging you both to get a move on so you weren't late. Indy did one last sweep of her apartment, hoping it would be a long while before she saw it again.

Dieter tossed and turned all morning, his hands seeking Belle only to find an empty, cold space next to him in the bed. He was about to close his eyes again and will himself to sleep when the hotel phone came to life with a shrill ring. Covering his face with a pillow he reached for the phone and brought the receiver to his ear.

“Yeah?”

“Well thank fuck you’re alive. Goddamit I’ve been calling you and texting you all morning. I was about to go get them to open the door if you didn’t pick up. Where have you been? Are you ok?”

This wasn’t the first time Liz had woken Dieter up and berated him, but something about her tone this time caught his attention.

“Lizzie,” he cleared his throat, starting to sit up. “What’s wrong?”

“Were you asleep? You know you’re due on set in like half an hour, right?”

“I forgot to set an alarm…didn’t get much sleep last night. I wanted to make sure the girls got there ok. Are they ok? Did something happen?”

“Where’s your phone?” A slight hesitation in her voice.

“Uh, I thought it was right here…” Dieter felt around the bed before peeking over and seeing the phone face down on the floor. “Ah there it is, must have fallen….holy shit, what the hell happened?”

Dieter turned over his phone and was pretty sure he had a notification from every app. He saw a bunch of missed phone calls from Liz and Belle, hell even Sam and Meredith had rung him. His list of missed texts was from the same bunch with the addition of Danny, Indy, and even Rhys.

“Goddamit Liz. Gimme the rundown. Are they ok?” Dieter swung his legs around, feeling dizzy as the adrenaline coursed through his veins.

“She’s fine Dee, they’re ok. The damn paps swarmed the girls as soon as they left the airport. Couple of the blogs caught it and it’s what you expect – people talking about her, how she looks, and trying to find out more about her and Indy. Luckily she’s a smart girl and has a lot of her shit locked down so there’s not a ton for people to find. But it’s only a matter of time before someone comes out of the woodwork wanting their 15 minutes.”

Dieter scoffed, knowing that all too well. When he was at rock bottom it felt like every person he’d ever met was willing to go to a gossip rag to talk about him. It was the usual suspects - jilted lovers, disgruntled past co-stars or assistants, all the way to his old dog’s vet. Anyone and everyone who wanted to give their two cents about Dieter found a way to get their story out.

His annoyance turned into a feeling of helplessness. He knew how these comments would hurt Belle and with her so far away he couldn’t be there to comfort her. Hell, she wasn’t even gone for 12 hours. It was unfair that he couldn’t protect her from a life he’d unfortunately grown accustomed to. He worked a lot on himself to build back a fraction of the confidence he used to have. It still stung to see things written about him, so he could only imagine the negative headspace she was in because of this all.

“I need to call her.”

“That’s not it Dee,” Liz cut him off before taking a deep inhale. “They’re also talking about you. People have no idea that she’s there for Indy’s audition. They’re assuming both girls left set early due to an incident.”

“What incident?”

“Well, no theory has stuck yet, but it’s the greatest hits.”

Liz didn’t have to spell it out for Dieter to know that once again his past was coming around. He ran his free hand through his hair and then down his face as he tried to quell the frustration. It felt like no matter how much progress he made, people only thought of him as that womanizing, drug-fueled party animal from years ago.

“I need to call Belle.”

“They’re in meetings right now. I’ve kept in close contact with Rhys. He was there when they saw the photos and started reading through the comments.”

“How’d she take it?”

“As best as you can imagine. Rhys said she kind of shut down on the drive over but turned it on once they got there and started meeting with everyone.”

Dieter’s heart sank, imagining the spiral she must be on as she tried to keep it together for Indy. All the studio execs probably had Google Alerts set for both of the girls as a precaution and as a means to suss out any potential liabilities and issues, so they no doubt knew about Belle and Dieter’s rumored, but very real, relationship. It pained him that he couldn’t be there to comfort her; maybe if he was with her the focus could have been on him instead.

The smallest hint of a smile came across his face. He felt a combination of pride and awe in her strength – that she could compartmentalize all of these feelings and seemingly put on a brave face for Indy’s audition. She was stronger than she gave herself credit for.

“I need to talk to her….do you know how much longer they’ll be?” Dieter tried to sound even keel but he knew Liz could see right through it.

“I mean, they should probably be done soon. They have to get back to the airport, their flight leaves in a couple of hours.”

Dieter took a deep breath, trying to quell his anxiety. “Well, I’ll have my phone on me. Maybe if I can get downstairs Mere can get me ready and I can - ”

“Dee,” Liz cut him off. “Listen, I know your first instinct is to try and fix this, but she’s a big girl. Being with you isn’t going to be a cakewalk, you can’t shield her from this kind of stuff forever.” He stayed quiet for a moment, rubbing his temples. “What’s bothering you champ?”

“I…I just don’t want all of this to scare her off…like it’s going to be too much. That I'm too much. She didn’t ask for any of this, you know? What if she ends up deciding she’d rather not deal with it?”

“Dieter,” Liz paused, knowing she needed to be a bit more delicate than her normal tough love. “You love her right? And she loves you? Shit is going to be hard. I know it’s scary, but you have to just trust in each other. What do you want from her?”

“I don’t want anything from her. I…I just want everything with her.”

“Well, she’ll be back in…” Liz checked her watch, “eight hours. You can profess your ever-dying love then.”

He rolled his eyes and laughed. “Thanks. Hey, did you see those emails I sent you?”

“Yup, we’re checking them out – I’ll make sure we check out potential security issues to see if anything is an immediate no.”

“Thanks, Lizzie. I should probably get downstairs. Hey, I’ll have my phone on me. Anything else happens…anything…you call me. I don’t give a shit if we’re filming, you call me.”

“You got it champ….it’s all going to be ok, Dee.”

Previous chapter / Final chapter

A/N: So I know I haven’t always been the best with updating, but the last chapter is written and it will come out on Feb. 26!

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coolcoolcoolbutwtf · 5 months

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Receptionist Danny working in the main Wayne lobby

First few days at the job site and Danny was already regretting getting this job.

Why?

Because this exact scenario had been repeated five times already just today. Not as persistent as THIS one though. God he is so tired of this bull. It got tiring after the third time now he's just tired and annoyed.

A bad combo considering Danny the "Town Menace Phantom" Fenton was beginning to lose the little patients he had left.

' just count down from ten like Jazz had taught me years ago'. Danny gave a sigh and kept repeating the mantra in his mind.

He has to stay strong he fought ghost for years! What is a few minutes worth of questions from a few eager journalist? He could handle Wes how could they be any worse?

Oh who was he kidding certainly not himself! Not after having suffered a day full of questions about shit he didn't know squat about.

This situation with this gender bent Wes was WORSE considering Danny couldn't just tell her to piss off. The others had just asked a few questions or had gotten turned down regarding questions. Not TO bad. He could handle it. He still kinda liked this job. Well, he likes the work benefits. It was the main reason he applied after all.

So give him some credit this was the sixth harpy "journalist" to come sniffing around after having gotten wind of a new employee in the main office. Though their sources must be bad. He was just a receptionist! Not the new head of the financing department or Bruce Wayne's new secretary, leave him alone!

He doesn't know what the company boss does??? Why ask him? How would lil' old receptionist Danny Fenton know!

Has he not suffered enough?? His suffering with this specific harpy had been going on for the past twenty five minutes.

"So, where does Bruce Wayne leave for during his meetings? A new woman? Man? Trouble in the family?"

Vicky Vale as she had introduced herself before had officially made Danny hear his last strained thread of patients fraying. He could only take so much before the menace in him gott done with this nonsense. Time for Ms Vale to go away, fuck off and not come back. Danny menace mode ON now.

Smiling the most customer service™ smile he could manage Danny responded in the flattest tone he was capable of.

"Well to fuck your mom of course, Ms Vale."

And of course at just the moment the older receptionist Ms Linda Smith that had been in charge of showing Danny the territory before retirement finally came back. With two coffee cups in her hands. She had taken off on her break the moment she spotted Ms Vale walking towards the front desk. She promised to grab him a coffee on her way back. Truly abandoning him to the wolves. Or wolf. She had bribed him and Danny hadn't even known what kind of suffering awaited him. Ms Linda had started speaking.

"Okay Danny no we don't---

Danny didn't know exactly what was up with the big boss and his family. Something was definitely up but he didn't think it was bad.

"And your dad, because we here at Wayne enterprises support the LBGTQIA community. Thank you and leave.

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Thank you for reading! I might do some more for this idea again. This is basically just the idea by @some-rotten-nest link below. I've had a similar idea about Danny being an evil assistant before. Not a receptionist though. It was fun writing this I keep thinking about all the interesting scenarios that could play out in this (Au?) Idea. Also I just wanted to test the waters. I've never written anything and actually posted it before. I hope this was okay. Um bye and have a good day oh am I kidding have a good night!

This idea is based on this https://www.tumblr.com/some-rotten-nest/725017913035276288/danny-fenton-a-new-receptionist-at-wayne by the amazing @some-rotten-nest ! I was just so inspired by it, all of my creative instincts were just itching to make something for this<3

>:D

#danny phantom #batman #writing #fanfic?#not my idea

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chrisevansonly · 11 months

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Overprotective (harry’s angel au)

pairing: harry styles x female reader (angel)

summary: the constant travelling has you feeling a bit under the weather, but with a few minor cramps harry is sent into dad mode…

warnings: mentions of bedrest, mentions of cramping nothing serious, other than that none:)

a/n: just a little protective and worried dadrry fic i wanted to do, as always thank you for reading and enjoying my work it means the world to me🥹

Shit, that was the one word to describe how you were feeling at this moment, the constant touring really taking its toll on your body. It made sense considering you were nearing the 5 month mark in your pregnancy, so not only was your daughter far more active, you were sleeping less, dealing with some pretty bad back pain and now you’d started experiencing slight cramps every few hours.

You’d already checked in with your doctor while you were in London before Harry played two nights in Coventry, and she had assured you both it was completely normal and to take it easy. When asking if you were okay to continue on tour with H, she gave you the green light. Harry had been extremely cautious with you over the past few days, really taking your doctors words seriously, ensuring you were comfortable and resting as much as possible. He was in ‘over protective dad mode’ as you’d been calling it, you knew he was only worried about you and your baby girl so you wouldn’t fault him on it.

“What are you doing?”

Your hands froze, your eyes moving up to see Harry standing at the entrance of your closet looking down at you as you sat crossed legged packing your carryon full of outfits for the tour

“Packing…?”

“I see…any reason why?”

Here he was, dad Harry checking in on you knowing you were technically supposed to be relaxing in bed

“Well we go back on the road tomorrow so..”

“Uh huh”

“I had to get some packing done H, i’m fine”

He shook his head motioning for you to get up, his hands outstretched for you to grab onto

“I told you i’d pack for you, you’re supposed to be in bed and relaxing y/n”

“I got bored! All i’ve been doing is laying around, it sucks!”

He helped you up before you frowned, crossing your arms because let’s face it, you were tired of being ‘lazy’ and getting nothing done

“Angel you’re supposed to be resting, I know it’s boring and you’re getting antsy but we leave for tour again tomorrow and I don’t want you overexerting yourself”

You went to fight him on it again before wincing as another cramp hit which sent Harry a bit into a panic and he was quick to wrap an arm around your waist

“This is what I mean m’angel, come on, sit at the end of the bed and you tell me what to pack for you okay?”

“Okay”

Once you were sat down and Harry was content that you were okay and your pain dissipated he crouched down and rested his hands on your thighs

“Y/N, I love you so much and I know lately you’ve been feeling frustrated with bed rest and not being able to do anything, not to mention i’ve been a bit overbearing which honestly I won’t apologize for”

He smiled after hearing you laugh at that, albeit the few tears slipping down your cheeks out of a mix of probably exhaustion and hormones

“A bit overbearing…but I know it’s because you care, and I love you for it plus you’ve been very entertaining over the past few days”

“Well that’s good then, gonna keep me around?”

His face dropped in faux shock as you paused to think, a smile creeping up on your lips

“Yeah we’ll keep you around”

Leaning forward you placed a kiss to his lips before leaning back

“Now, I got halfway through packing before you interrupted me..”

He laughed loudly before nodding in agreement

“Well I better get my girls packed then huh?”

“Yes please and thank you most perfect husband in the world”

You watched his cheeks flush at the new title you’d been calling him, it wasn’t common knowledge to everyone yet but you and Harry had gotten married, you’d celebrate and have a ceremony after your baby girl got here, but you both wanted to get married before she arrived. So doing so in front of your family and his was just perfect for the two of you, going out for lunch and celebrating just between the families was a memory you’d forever cherish

“Love it when you call me your husband…”

“Well I love it when you call me your wife..”

“Cause I got the prettiest wife around don’t I?”

You shrugged

“Yeah you got pretty lucky”

“I certainly did”

He placed one more kiss on your lips before making his way towards your suitcase and letting you point out what you wanted to take and didn’t, and of course he was the worlds best packer, so maybe it wasn’t so horrible being on bedrest…Harry might just be the new family packer

and let’s be honest, he was okay with that..

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formulalfc · 5 months

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hear me out!!! lance x virgin!reader where they are dating and they haven’t really done anything yet and she goes to a race with him and it’s also the first time they stay the night together and seeing him shirtless in just his boxers does something to her and she is like “i feel weird.” and lance is like “baby whats wrong” and she is liek “it’s tingly down there like idk” and lance is like “ohhh…” and he touches her for the first time and by the end of it she is like i did NOT know that’s what that felt like.

omg i am loving this, thank you for your req and i hope you like!!

okay so you guys have like just got back to your hotel room after the vegas gp and you're so glad to be back because you've been feeling weird for a while now. like when you were watching lance race you just like couldn't sit still and you have this like weird feeling in your belly that you've never had before. and so as soon as you get back you flop down on the bed, eyes following lance as he shuffles around the room and you start to feel a bit better, content now that you're back in a safe space without loads of people around you. but when he starts to undress that weird feeling comes back again, you're getting frustrated cause you can't figure out why you feel like this but you know it has to be something to do with your boyfriend. and so of course you speak up and tell lance that's somethings wrong and he goes into full mother hen mode, feeling your head for a temperature asking you how you felt. and you're telling him that you feel really tingly in your stomach when you look at him and you don't know what it is. you see the look of realisation cross his face and he's kinda smiling to himself as he tries to figure out a way to explain. but instead he tells you he can make you feel better and to lie down and trust him. and he's taking your clothes off and you're a bit confused at first, not really sure on how that's going to help, until he's gently caressing you from over your panties and you feel soooo much better now that he's making you feel good. and you finish sooo quickly cause he's so good at what he's doing, and he's asking you if you feel better or if you want to carry on, cause he will go take a cold shower if you don't want to do anymore. but you're looking at him and telling him you want him and so he's getting you ready for him, loving look in his eyes the whole time. and he's kinda emotional cause like you trust him so much and he really appreciates it cause he has always had to work so hard for peoples trust and approval and here you are letting him take complete control of the whole situation. when he feels like you're ready for him he's so slow and gentle with it, taking it as slowly as he can, pressing kisses all over your face to distract you from any pain you might be feeling. and when he's finally in you both groan cause it feels so good and your urging him to move and he does but he keeps it all soft and slow but he's making sure to hit that spot with every thrust. after you guys are finished you're just lead their in complete shock before rolling over to tell him you had no idea that sex was that good or you would have done it wayyy sooner. and he's laughing and pulling you into him and realising that he's definitely so in love with you.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

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softpascalito · 6 months

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Pedro Pascal Kinktober Day Nineteen

Brushing Teeth - Joel Miller/F!Reader

Summary: Grief is cruel and just because you and Joel live in the safe haven that is the Jackson community it does not mean you're immune to it.

Possibly the saddest (but also kinda best) thing I have written so far.

Relationships: Joel Miller x F!Reader

WC: 2400

Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Established Relationship, jackson era, No use of y/n, Crying, past trauma, Survivor Guilt, Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Tooth Brushing, This is like seriously sad pls beware, Author has already scheduled a therapist appointment

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notes: a huge thank you to my beta babes maria and aura for reading this a month in advance. i love you both so much.

this is a really, really sad fic. it's likely not gonna go the way you think. please continue with caution <3

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Circles

He died just after sunrise.

It had been supposed to be a simple shift, guarding the perimeter from one of the high posts along the fence that stretched around Jackson. The wood had been icy, slippery. There had been a railing. But when his heart had failed and he had collapsed to the ground, slipping over it like an ice rink, it hadn't been able to stop his body from falling.

There was nothing that could have been done. He had been old, older than most. Even with modern medicine, his condition would have caught up to him sooner or later.

Fate had decided on sooner.

Word hadn't reached Joel before he had left for patrol and so he had spent the day clearing Infected and checking the lookouts, unaware of the tragedy that had, for once, struck within the very borders of home. It wasn't until he came back in the early evening, that he noticed something was off.

There were no children bustling around on the playground, no adults studying the notice boards to see which movie was on tonight or who offered guitar lessons. Curtains were drawn shut. It was quiet.

The somber look on Tommy's face, who was waiting for Joel at the stables, was enough to send him into a panic.

Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?

Tommy must have seen it coming because he had already raised his hands, as if surrendering to his brother, ”They're both fine.” Joel nodded solemnly as Tommy explained, repeating the events of the day in a few words.

He could live with that. As long as it wasn 't Ellie. Or you. Never you.

Ellie had spent the day with you, trying to look after you, doing the best she could. She was waiting in the large armchair in the living room, as close to the front door as she physically could.

Joel practically barges in, his gaze quickly checking the adjacent rooms. When he sees Ellie, he immediately relaxes a bit, knowing that at least someone has been here. Someone who kept watch.

“How is she?” He asks, disregarding any need for a greeting towards the teenager. She doesn't seem to mind, instead hopping up from the seat and walking with him, the pair quickly moving through the hallway.

“I gave her some food. I don't think she ate any of it. She wouldn't talk to me either. I'm sorry, Joel, I-'' He quickly shakes his head. He'll take care of Ellie, reassure her that she did a good job, which he undoubtedly knows she did. But Ellie is not the person in this house who needs him the most right now. Ellie is not the person who lost someone today.

“Later, okay?” Joel demands softly. His voice carries an underlying, stern tone that he rarely uses anymore. In other circumstances, Ellie would get mad at him, but she understands. He is in survival mode. He is making sure the people he loves are still there. He is scared.

Joel remembers your form that he had left behind this morning. Still in bed, sleepy, only reluctantly pressing a small kiss to his lips, the sweet promise of a few more minutes of sleep too tempting to ignore. He remembers the night before, the bubbly, talkative personality you usually have, that is a just little too much for him sometimes.

Your world had changed in just a few hours, a few minutes. And he hadn't been here.

Why had he not been here?

“Are you okay?” Ellie asks hesitantly and only then Joel realizes that he's stopped in the middle of the hallway. He continues his steps.

“Why wouldn't I be?” Ellie gives a shrug next to him but Joel barely notices, still too caught up in his thoughts.

He needs to see you. See that you are fine, just like Tommy had promised. Not truly fine, maybe, but alive. Breathing.

As they reach the old, wooden staircase, Ellie stops, taking in Joels gaze, that to her, still seems miles away, ”She wouldn't leave the bed. I barely recognized her.”

Joel just nods, his worry growing with every word. His grip on the banister tightens slightly, knuckles turning white.

“Go see her,” Ellie whispers and gently nudges him.

“Right.” That finally gets Joel to move again, his voice a little higher than usual and trembling slightly. Ellie knows he is close to crying. She presses her fist into his back a little harder and he nods again before he hurries up the stairs two steps at a time.

It's not until he reaches the end of the landing, until he is two steps away from the bedroom door that he slows down. Once again, uncertainty takes over his body. What does he say? Do? He's not equipped to handle this, he's not good with emotions, much less sad ones.

He's not sure what happens. An instinct takes over, steering his body steadily towards the door and pulling his fingers towards the brass handle. Maybe it's some old, parental instinct from before the outbreak, that he still carries buried in the back of his mind. Either way, he sends a silent, thankful prayer that it's there, that it allows him to continue putting one foot in front of the other despite having no idea how to.

The wooden door creaks slightly as he pushes it open. It's a familiar sound, more comforting than unnerving.

Joel is greeted by cold and darkness. He shivers as he steps into the room:'' Jesus Christ.” He mutters under his breath. He doesn't have to wait until his eyes adjust to the light. He can find his way in the darkness.

He quickly turns the radiator higher, another familiar noise flaring up. Familiar is good. Familiar is safe.

He doesn't want to turn on the big light but he finds the switch for the small lamp in the corner and finally, he can take in the scene before him. His gaze is immediately caught by the bed in the middle of the room.

Whenever he goes out on patrol and you get the bed to yourself, you make use of his absence by occupying the entire bed, sprawling yourself out in the middle of the worn-out mattress. More than once, he had to physically fight you if he wanted his side of the bed back.

Now, however, you aren't in your usual position. You are curled up, tucked into the far corner of the bed, blankets and pillows wrapped around what Joel can only assume to be your body, some of them resting against the headboard.

It almost looks like you are trying to protect yourself, shield yourself from the grief that is knocking on the door downstairs, that is coming the same way he just has, slipping into the dark, cold room. A nest, to fend off the grief. Joel knows it wont work. He has tried.

A few of your limbs poke out from holes in the fortress of pillows and blankets and Joel softens slightly as his gaze wanders over them. He suddenly wants to run again, but he is afraid it'll startle you so instead, he approaches slowly, softly, like one may approach a wounded animal.

The bed dips slightly beside you as he sits down, his strong arms immediately wandering under the covers, searching for you. He finds the fabric of a shirt first, and then there's skin. Soft, gentle skin and he wants to cry with the familiarity of it. Looking down, he isn't surprised to see the shirt he had discarded last night, his favorite green flannel, now wrapped around your trembling body.

The thoughts come back. A small body, wrapped in a flannel shirt. He has seen it often enough to fill several lifetimes. He doesn't mind it anymore.

He knows it's a lie. He does mind it.

They had wrapped Sarah in flannel.

He can still see her. Still see the shirt, stained with blood. There had been so much blood.

Joel thinks about his daughter, his everything, his whole world, taken from him, wrapped in a shirt and buried in a backyard under a tree somewhere in Texas.

Joel knows he can't have these thoughts right now. He takes a deep breath, filling his lungs until they feel like they're bursting. He pushes the thoughts away. Later.

His right arm finds your hair and you finally make a noise, whimpering softly at finally, finally having him here with you.

The blanket is gently pulled to the side, allowing Joel to see your face. Your hair is messy, your cheeks tear-streaked, eyes red and puffy from crying. You look like you have just been through hell.

Joel reminds himself you probably have.

His insides clench as he pushes down his own tears. And then you open your mouth.

“It was supposed to be my shift.”

That's all it takes. He hates himself because he's supposed to be there for you, he's supposed to be strong. But the fear is stronger, the knowledge that he could've lost you today gripping him again and not letting him breathe.

He leans forward in an attempt to hide his tears, his face, his own sorrow and you break too, shamelessly sobbing into his chest. You stay entangled like this, bodies pressed tightly together, you crying loudly and him crying silently. It feels like a long time. Your voice becomes hoarse but the sobs wont stop. You're not sure they ever will.

Joel moves, eventually, kneeling down on the floor so that his face is level with yours and he can study your face. His hands remain on your skin, not once breaking contact. He rubs small circles into your skin, caressing every part of you he can reach.

Nothing can touch you as long as he does.

“Gonna help you a bit. That alright, darlin'?” He mumbles softly. Your answer comes automatically, the same one you've given Ellie throughout the day, ''I'm not hungry.”

“I know you ain't,” Joel mumbles. He lets it slide:” But we should clean you up. Just a bit.” He promises as he leans forward and kisses your cheek. You don't struggle as he picks you up more carefully than ever, hoisting you onto his hips and wrapping his arms around your legs to keep you upright against his chest. It's almost like being carried by a father.

Joel takes you into the bathroom, sitting you down on the counter. There is a bald patch on the wall where a mirror used to be until he gave it to Ellie. He always gives.

Patiently, he waits until the water is lukewarm and then begins wiping your face with a washcloth. You probably smell but you can't bring yourself to care and neither does Joel.

He moves on to your hair, untying the knot that once resembled some sort of hairstyle and brushing through it with his fingers for a moment before tying it back again. His movements are so gentle, so smooth. You watch as he grabs your toothbrush, gently wetting it and putting some toothpaste on, his left hand all the while remaining on your thigh.

Joel gently nudges the toothbrush against your mouth and you dutifully open up, allowing him to start brushing your teeth, still as gentle as he can.

He can feel the sadness again, threatening to overwhelm him. He brushes in small circles.

The last time he had done this was with Sarah. She was eight. She had been sick then, caught a stomach bug at soccer camp and thrown up for days. Joel had dragged his mattress to her room, sleeping beside her.

He moves on to the other side of your mouth. More circles.

Sarah had vomited on him, in the middle of the night, staining both the carpet and his pants. He hadn't batted an eye, just stripped the beds and taken her to the bathroom to clean her up. All he had needed was for her to feel better. And if him enduring it would lessen her suffering, he would have chosen it time and time again.

He doesn't say this. He thinks he may, some day. But not anytime soon.

Circles. Joel brushes in circles.

When he's done, he holds a cup to your lips and you lean sideward, spitting into the sink. He is still caressing your thigh, a constant, reassuring touch. He brings his other hand up to your face, using his thumb to wipe the last bit of toothpaste off the corner of your mouth.

“Let's get back to bed, hm?” You don't trust your voice again yet so you just nod and sniffle a bit. As he picks you up again, you feel another wave, a nauseous wave of grief coming down on you. You think he feels it too because he grips you a little tighter. You start crying again.

You return to the mess of pillows and blankets that still cover half the bed. But now he is there with you. His too large frame under the covers next to you, watching with sad, brown eyes as you curl up against him. He pats your hair, leans down and gently presses a kiss to your forehead. It has been ages.

The small streak of light that falls through a hole in the blankets reflects in his broken watch for a split moment. He looks down at it, the motion so familiar still. And he knows. He knows how you feel.

“Get some rest, babygirl,” he whispers. He'll do right by you. He won't let you go through the things he did. You close your eyes, taking in his smell, his warmth. It feels different now.

It could've been her. It could've been her. Thank god it wasn't her.

You're still in his arms, you're still here, still breathing, chest falling and rising in a semi-steady rhythm. He makes the choice in that moment. Or, he realizes it. He feels like he has made it a long time ago.

He will endure it. He will endure everything if it just takes away a little of your grief, of your pain.

He doesn't need to say it. It's an unspoken truth.

Joel Miller will be there.

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misspickman · 8 months

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tim and helena for 29?

"Do you know how to use a first aid kit?"

A string of colorful swears falls from Tim's mouth as he combs through the thick black hair with his fingers, looking for a wound or a bump. Helena has so much hair. It's absurd. It's not making any of this easier. It has always been on his mind; why don't they tie it back? Stephanie, Helena, Cassie, he's gotta ask them. Later.

Amongst the sticky strands of hair there's blood coming off of the back of her head, which is bad.

“Ow,” she croaks and Tim's shoulders slump. He was afraid she'd passed out. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, it's not great.” She groans. Tim silently agrees. “You're bleeding.”

Helena groans again around a swear. Tim can't tell if the crease between her eyebrows is caused by pain or plain frustration at their whole situation. He holds her head steady.

“Kid,” she squints at him, and Tim tries not to bristle at it, “did they take anyone else?”

No, and that is the single good part, isn't it? Everything else can go to hell. “No.”

She tries to nod. Tim snaps at her to not move. Maybe he's being too grumpy for a helpless civilian in danger, but that too is what he is so grumpy about.

The tricky thing about being a vigilante with a secret identity is holding one intact in situations where some more-luck-than-sense assholes get a drop on you in civilian mode. There is, Tim has discovered during his years in the business, a whole new type of frustration you unlock at times like these.

“What do you remember?” he asks, forgetting himself and taking on the role of the defender instead of the other way around. It's a hard habit to crack. Especially now, when his brain can't help but blur the lines between Helena and Huntress, and his own identities. Aren't they the same? He knows the answer is no. Doesn't make it feel any less like there's a thin membrane about to pop between them.

Helena gives him a curt recount of events, slurred and painful to listen to in a way that makes him wary. She needs to get to a hospital. He should get her to Leslie. He so does not have a handle on this situation.

“This is so damn stupid,” Helena says, voice airy and thin. Tim silently agrees. He tries to think of a way to persuade Helena to take off her mask so he could check her pupils. By the way, hi, I know who you are already, so it's chill. It's me, Red Robin. Your Robin, remember? Of course she would. That's exactly what would be the problem.

“What about the boy?” she asks.

Of course Helena would still find a way to think of someone else's wellbeing before her own even when she's bleeding on the floor with a definite head injury. It's what makes her a good vigilante; Tim would call it admirable, if it weren't making his job at the moment more difficult. Admirable, yet so frustrating.

“He'll be fine—stop moving. I managed to call the ambulance before they got to me.”

“Oh,” Helena exhales, with something like a surprise in her voice. Tim is offended for a moment before he catches himself, though he doesn't find calling for help the most demanding or heroic of acts, even for a civilian. He could have done more. He must have—he should have felt it when the panic started overflowing and everything went off the rails, and done something. A million excuses swarm his brain and he stomps them out. Not the time.

At least Helena got to punch some to-be robbers. Tim tries not to be bitter about it. He shouldn't be, considering how it's ended. But really, it had not even been night proper yet. How quickly can a teacher run out of school and be ready to punch criminals?

He checks the bleeding, making sure it's nothing more than a surface wound. Mask or not, her left eye is visibly swollen shut. He can still tell that she's staring up at him as well as she can, probably woozy but still trying to keep focused. He doesn't like it, her watching his unmasked face this up close. For a moment he's almost thankful for the concussion.

He resists the urge to list her the sustained injuries that he can see like they would in costume. It nags at him, sits underneath his tongue, as he tries to avoid making eye contact through the mask. It's really annoying being on the other side of this.

“Hey, kid,” Helena grits out, voice faint, “Do you know how to use a first aid kit?”

Does he—of course he does. Tim opens his mouth to snipe back and remembers, right. She doesn't know. To Helena right now, as bruised and concussed as she is, he is just a random student with a serious bedhead from his recent library nap, and a hostage. He knows what she must be feeling; the frustration and shame at being rendered helpless when others' lives depend on you.

Luckily for her, Tim knows what he's doing. But she can't know that. Better play it cool.

“Uh. More or less.”

Out of her belt, Helena pulls out a small, impromptu first aid kit. Tim nearly hisses at her not to move, again, as she flinches in pain. “Good enough. Can you—please.”

The fact that she pleads is proof enough that she doesn't recognize him. Tim wants to be proud, but the whole situation would be ten times easier if she just knew.

He does a quick job of wrapping gauze around the wound, all very practiced and swift in a way that would probably be a tell if Helena wasn't so out of it. There's a strong urge in him to put her head in his lap—it would be more comfortable than the cold, dirty floor of the back of the van, but that'd be just stupid. He holds her head instead, gently, to minimize any movement.

Just as he puts away her kit, she stirs.

“Hey,” it falls from his mouth a bit too loudly. He's not nervous. Being cool, calm and collected at times like this is a must-have skill, once he's had more than enough practice at. They've been in way worse situations than this, too, so why does he feel so shaky? “Don't do that.”

Helena mutters, like she's just remembered something, “I'm going to throw up.”

“Try not to?”

She rolls to her side and throws up. Tim tries to gather her hair up and hold it away from her face as she retches, and also avoid getting thrown up on. When he's sure she's done, he helps her lie back down away from it and wipes away the edges of her mouth.

“I think…” Helena grumbles, and groans. “I think I have a concussion.”

Tim sighs. “You think?”

Maybe that was too harsh. It's just hard to keep himself in check and be a good, scared citizen when it's Helena he's patching up. He tries to muster an apology but Helena snorts, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. His intentions aside, Tim feels his shoulders drop in relief.

He can see her squinting at him with her good eye. It feels much like being scanned, even with the state she's in.

“You're…” she trails off, again, and that's a bad sign. At least she's still mostly aware of her surroundings. “You're very relaxed. About all this.”

“Well, you're here to keep us safe, aren't you?” he mutters. Flattery, a shot in the dark. Keep her busy, or something.

Helena scoffs. A gentle smile spreads across her lips. It's one that Tim is very familiar with—or used to be, back when they ran as Huntress and Robin more often. It would usually be followed either by a careful flick of his ear or a hand mussing his hair. He almost moves out of her reach instinctively, but the hand doesn't come.

The van stops. They both stop breathing.

Not thinking, Tim whispers. “We've stopped.”

“No shit.”

“This is perfect,” he continues, eyes glued on the back door and the footsteps nearing it, “or very bad.”

Helena groans. “They have guns.”

And they have the element of surprise. Maybe. It's worth a shot. What else is he supposed to do? Keep sitting here helplessly?

They only had one gun, and only two of them fit in the front of the van. Tim remembers watching most of them scatter when shit hit the fan, before he got thrown in here. He can totally beat a gun and two guys.

“It's worth a shot,” he says. He can hear voices outside—two, he was right. They're arguing. Not much of a unified front, are they now?

“No plan B?” Helena asks. She doesn't sound happy about this, but she is also way less upset about it than Tim would assume, or than he would be if he was in her spot.

He shakes his head. “We don't need it. Have some faith in me, would you?”

Helena tries to push herself up. Tim glares at her. Instead she grabs at her belt again and hands him a throwing knife. It's a small thing, heavier than it looks, and fits between his fingers nicely.

“I always do,” she says, and ignores Tim's frown. “That doesn't make this plan suck any less.”

***

He visits her in Leslie's clinic afterwards. Stupid idea? Maybe. He bets on her still being passed out, and loses. It's Leslie's fault, too, for giving him no warning.

He freezes at the door the moment Helena's tired brown eyes zero in on him, costume on, and he knows he's been caught. It makes him feel uncomfortably young. Like she's caught him cheating on an exam or something equally stupid and mundane.

She smiles; Tim considers backing away. It wouldn't do him much good.

“Doc tells me a very nice young man brought me here,” she says, in a mockingly light tone, as Tim sits beside her bed. He hands her a jello that she immediately puts aside, face scrunched up in disgust. “You know anything about that?”

Tim makes a face, feigning ignorance, and watches her squint. “I guess you owe him a thanks.”

“I suppose. Too bad I don't know who it was.”

Rude. Tim bites his cheeks to keep his cool. “Can I eat that?”

“Of course. Consider it a thanks.” She leans over a bit to knock their shoulders together, and Tim just barely resists the urge to tell her to stay still, please. But Leslie said she's fine, not much to worry about, so maybe he's being dramatic.

He pulls down his cowl and shakes off his sweaty hair. There's a domino mask underneath, always, just in case, but it feels pointedly comical now. Sure enough, Helena snorts at it.

“I don't know what you mean. I just got here.”

The stark fondness on her face is annoying, really, because it reminds Tim how he messed up. It's embarrassing. He's a professional vigilante, and yet.

It also brings him at ease, because it's familiar, because it means she's okay and reminds him of her laughing at him calling her old as they rode on horseback. He would rather eat his own fist than admit that he misses the old times. That's usually the sort of Helena would be saying.

She moves to flick his ear and Tim dodges, nearly knocking over an IV stand of the empty bed beside them.

“I've known you, bird boy,” she says, smiling, “since you were but a hatchling.”

“Ugh.”

“Eat your shitty jello.”

#sorry for the lazy time skip i did not want to write an action scene #thank u for the promp<3 sorry it took so long<3 #my writing #i did try to look up more for head injuries but i got lazy and handwaved it u know. thats not the point. the point is i love them

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marymary-diva17 · 22 days

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bring peace bring broken bonds (4)

female loak x ash Navi + others

The past and people of that lani had left many years ago, had finally come back and were in her clan seeking answers for questions unknown. Taken elsewhere in the clan for the time being as everyone trying to think what will happen next, for the guest who have come form the forest and ocean. It had been many years since the daughter of toruk makto had come, now he has come.

Lani “ ……..” lani was holding some of her medical supplies as she was making her way towards the tents. Her heat had been feeling like it was race as she was making her way, towards huts that are holding the people from the past.

warrior " lani we have put our unwelcome guests in the huts like ordered"

lani " thank you"

warrior 2 " we made sure to give them some jugs of water and sleeping mats as well, there some other supplies in there as well"

warrior 3 " they have been on their best behavior"

lani " well that good I have order for some food to be taken to them later on so please keep an eye out for that, and food given to you all as well"

warriors " yes" the warriors had taken you to one of the huts one of them had pulled back the curtain door, and soon all the talking had stopped. lani soon stepped into the room she had soon saw her brother and her old friend in the hut.

lani " hello I'm one of the healer the one that had been mentioned, in the circle I will be attend to your injured and checking up on you all" you had soon place the medical supplies on the floor as they all looked at you.

neteyam " will they be staying" you soon notice the two warriors are standing at the entrance.

lani " you two can stay outside and listen I will call if there any need for help or trouble"

warrior " yes the are other warriors near by if you or our guests need anything"

neteyam " thank you" the two warriors said nothing as they soon left the room quickly.

aonung " well they don't talk that much"

lani "it has been an eventful night"

neteyam " yes"

lani " now may I see your injuries as you all seem hurt"

neteyam " oh yes"

spider " well it not that bad in here hey they even given us sleeping mats and water"

lani " drink some water it will help keep your hydrated and it will be good"

rotxo " thank you"

lani " you sit here now" lani is looking at neteyam who soon sat down a few feet from her.

lani " umm not that bad these cuts and bruises will heal over time"

neteyam " thank you as we had said we ran into some trouble"

lani " yes I can see that clearly now"

aonung " thank you for attending to us and thank you for make sure my mate is okay" lani was not that shocked at her brother and aonung had become a couple, it was easy to see that had been a connection between them.

lani " you are welcome hey this ointment will help heal the cuts it cold"

neteyam " I can take it"

lani " okay" lani had soon place the ointment on neteyam cuts getting a hiss from him.

spider " hey what happened to our mighty warrior"

neteyam " oh hush I look better then you fool"

spider " hey don't hate me because I'm so wonderful" lani had giggled a bit getting everyone attention.

lani " sorry I didn't mean to be rude but it good to see you all in cheerful mode, after being brought here in these time of conditions"

Neteyam " it okay"

spider " so your clan is something interesting"

lani " thank you for those words"

neteyam " I'm neteyam I'm the son of Jake sully toruk makto"

lani " yes I have heard about him and the other leaders in the other hut"

aonung " yes they are our father I'm aonung his mate as I had mentioned is my brother rotox"

rotxo " hello"

neteyam " that spider and these are some other friends of ours as well"

spider " hey"

lani " hello now that you are done let me check on the rest of you" the group had nodded their heads and you had attend to them one by one. Soon they were all attend which was a good thing in the end.

spider " so do you always look like this or do"

rotox " spider"

spider " hey I making small talk here"

lani " it okay not it for important situation and see that we have guest here of such a high rank, during trying times like this it was important to dress that part"

spider " oh so you done have all these makeup on"

lani " nope I dress like all the other members of my clan but do to my rank, I had been asked to dress the part today to attend to you all and speak as well"

neteyam " well that explains why you had been able to get the warriors to wait outside and speaking with olo'eytahn Ookek like that"

lani " yes I'm jot just a healer I have many important roles in the clan, and speaking up for you all is the right thing and the will of eywa something we shouldn't forget"

aonung " yes"

neteyam " who was the women standing next to him"

lani " she is varang a very important and well respect women in the clan, it will be wise not to get her bad if you wish for help for questions and help you all seek"

aonung " she a bit scary to me"

lani " it will be good for you not to speak that out loud aonung if you wish to speak with her, ookek and amoyi in the morning tomorrow"

neteyam " sorry for my mate behavior at time he can be a fool"

lani " it okay"

rotox " I hope we can speak with olo'eythan tomorrow"

lani " you will I know that to be the truth"

aonung " what are you going to do when you see amoyi again ma Neteyam"

neteyam " I just need to have some words with him and I hope he didn't break the promise he made me all those years"

lani " amoyi will return later this evening and be told you all will see, him tomorrow no need to overwhelm yourselves it will not be good"

neteyam " yes you are right .... you are very good on clam people down"

lani " thank you"

warrior " excuse me some food has been brought to this hut if they wish to eat"

neteyam " thank you"

spider " I can use a good meal"

lani " come inside and bring the food I will go attend to our other, guests please eat enough food and drink water later get some rest later in the evening"

neteyam " yes and thank you once again"

lani " your welcome" lani had gather her stuff and soon left the hut right away, as she looked back at the group she was happy to see them all again. Now it was time to face the rest if her guest as she made her way towards the hut.

warrior 3 " they seem to be very upset their voices our giving me headache "

lani " I will attend to them and see if I can make them clam down"

warrior 4 " as you wish" once again the curtain door had bene pushed back for lani to entered the room, when lani had looked into the room she had seen jake.

lani " hello I have come here as a healer to attend to all of your injuries, after everything that had happened to you all today"

Jake " oh yes thank you"

tsu'tey " there are warriors posted outside of our hut"

tonowari " do you know where they are keeping the boys"

lani " they are in the hut a few feet from you all they are also guarded as well, now please sit down so I can do what it needed"

Jake " yes right away" Jake had sat while lani started attend to his injuries.

Jake " have you seen our young man that came with us"

lani " yes they are doing well I had made sure to patch them up, like for you all they have some water and sleeping mats ... it will be good for you all to drink some water to hydrate"

Jake " yes thank you for attend to them"

lani " your welcome"

tsu'tey " you seem to be a still healer for someone so young"

lani " thank you I had learned since I was very young and now I'm here"

tonowari " your clothing and jewelry give the sings that you from a high rank family, and very important as well that olo'eythan ookek listen to your words"

lani " yes that is true and one of the young man named spider had asked about my clothes as well"

tsu'tey " he my son sorry for his rude behavior"

lani " there was nothing to apologize for it okay"

lani " this ointment will be cold for a bit"

Jake " understood" lani had placed the ointment on Jake and soon enough he was good.

lani " okay i will attend to who is next"

Jake " thank you for help us and others"

lani " your welcome it my duty and the ways of eywa as well" lani had nodded her head as she stated attending to the other, she was keeping limited eye contact with them.

olo'eythan " when do you think we will be able to speak with ookek"

lani " you will speak with him tomorrow as him and council need time to think, your coming like this during hard time is not a good sign"

tonowari " yes we should of seen that happen"

tsu'tey " who was the women near him that was speaking"

lani " she is varang like I had told your son she important women in the clan and has everyone respect, so if you wish to keep anymore trust you have with the clan and relationships you shouldn't make a enemy out of her"

olo'eythan 2 " words coming from a young woman that seems to know little of the world"

tsu'tey " be nice"

lani " olo'eythan I will tell you it will not be wise of you to insult anyone in the clan or our ways, as they might sour any image that clan members already have of you"

tonowari " we are deeply sorry"

lani " it okay but it will not be good to rush into a meeting right now, as you and your sons need rest and to think about what you will say next .... as whatever you have come to say to him will need to be thought out well"

olo'eytahn 3 " are these orders young lady"

lani " no they are words of advice take it from someone who has lived here and learned the ways"

Jake " thank you young lady we will be taking toward words to heart"

tsu'tey " brother we will need to get in contact with norm and the others"

lani "you all can do that tomorrow all the human stuff you had, will not be given back until after you speak with the council"

Jake " you seem to know a bit about the human the rda"

lani " yes we all know the war going on with them and have heard your tales and warnings about them, they have made some tires to come here but failed"

tsu'tey " maybe we can talk to them about that as well along with the whole ookek issues"

Jake " I just need to have some words with ookek and that son os his, and getting my questions answered"

tonowari " yes it has been far to long"

lani " I have news to share like I shared with your son toruk makto, who wished to speak with ookek but he will not be back until every late ... once he is told of your arrival he will be discussing, with ookek and Varang about this mater so you will speak with him tomorrow morning"

Jake " oh thank you for tell me that"

warrior 3 " the group is now ready to feed the olo'eythan and their second in command"

lani " good I will let you all eat and get some rest tomorrow might offer you some of the things, you had come here looking for at the moment" some people had come in carrying food for the group as lani got up, she had looked at the group looking at Jake. She wanted to be happy to see him after this long and show him his grandkids, but she felt angry towards him as well. She was making her way back home when she someone ahead of her. Soon enough she had looked up and saw Amoyi standing there, no words had been spoken as amoyi soon walked toward her and hugged her. Lani really need his hug right now, the couple soon went home.

amoyi " so they are really here"

lani " yes and they deemed answers"

amoyi " answers for what ma lani"

lani " well coming from what I have heard about about you and Ookek, and it all leading to me"

amoyi " umm it be many years why do they care now"

y/n " I don't know my husband"

amoyi " it okay ma lani more will be discussed in the morning, now let get some rest it be a very long day" lani had nodded her head as the couple soon went to bed, lani had thought about what had happened today she really wanted to know why they were all here and what do they need. She was praying to eywa that she will get some understanding in the morning.

The next morning

Varang " so lani tell me what have you learn about our unexpected guests"

lani " well they have come here to speak with Ookek and amoyi, and it seems like they demand answers to their questions"

Varang " ......."

Ookek " I have a feeling all these questions lead towards lani"

Varang " yes that has to be true"

Amoyi "The warriors had told me they were talking last night on, who from each group will speak for them"

Varang " last night lani was with them attend to them and you think, either her father or brother would of know it her"

lani " well it seems like they have failed to notice that"

elder " what are we going to do about them the clan and other clans, don't like the idea of them being here if they are here to cause trouble"

elder 2 " yes the mighty toruk makto hand over his own daughter like it was nothing, for many years he didn't come but now he is here why"

Varang " it hard to say if he has the error of his ways"

lani " amoyi what promise did you make with my brother, he mentioned a promise the two of you made"

Amoyi " I promise to be a good mate or husband to treat you well, along with make sure no harm comes to you"

lani " well you have honored that promise"

Varang " we will let them ask their questions"

Lani " I wish to see my brother and friends and speak with them"

amoyi " are you sure"

lani " sure as I will ever be"

Varang " Then I approve of your plan lani we will have guards there as well"

lani " thank you"lani soon made her way back to where her brother and friends are being held. She didn't have all the jewelry and outfit like last time, but she still had the makeup and headdress as well.

lani " hello"

neteyam " hello will we be able to speak with the olo'eythan and amoyi"

lani " yes but I have come here to speak with you all, at the moment"

aonung " that some good news ma teyam"

neteyam " yes it this but I just hope to speak with amoyi for my sister"

spider " yes for lani we are doing this for her"

lani " there will be no need"

rotxo " what do you mean do you know where lani is"

neteyam " please I need to know we came here for her and many other reason" lani soon looked at the group had said nothing as she walked towards a jug of water and grabbed a clean rag. She had wet the rag and soon wiped it on her face, cleaning off the makeup on her face as she soon looked at them. Once they saw her face they all become shocked silence had filled the room, as lani was looking at the people from the past as they looked at her. Silence is everyone company as no spoke as they try to understand what is happening right now.

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crabonfire · 2 years

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Mercs when your sick :(

warnings: none!!

characters: all mercenaries

note: sorry if these sicknesses r badly described,,usually whenever I get sick my Asian household gives me a cup of tea to drink and oil to rub on my stomach to feel better...and it works? so I'm not very into how Americans or other people do it 😭😭

♡Scout♡

• usually, you and him would have breakfast together so you'd have time with each other before matches start. So when he waits for you to wake up and notices your still in your room, he gets a bit worried.

• he'll knock on your door waiting for an answer. When he doesn't get one, he'll force himself in. did you die??? are u good

• then when he notices your stuffy nose and irritated expression, he goes full on panic mode.

• he's never had to care for sick people before...uhh...

• "Shit, you don't look too good Y/N...uhhh fuck-"

• asks you what's wrong, lists every little thing you say and runs off to medic.

• "Ah, a common fever, a cold, nausea...alright. Just make zhem drink zhis before zhey eat anything. If zhey start to experience headaches too, give zhem zhese."

"Thanks doc, I mean it."

• he runs back to you and starts explaining, "UH so uh...the doctor said-"

• insert really poorly explained explanation

• after he's done that, he will stay by your side all the damn time until you feel better.

• "You uh...ya feelin' any better toots? ya need anything? Water? No? Okay, just checkin'."

• after he realises your okay, just a bit under the weather, he pretends like he wasn't worried as hell. But it's pretty obvious, I mean the man is clinging on to you and cuddling you in bed. The way he's holding you feels like if he let's go his whole entire world will collapse, man is he clingy.

• after a few, if your still sick he'll beg you to get better. Why? he can't kiss you. if he kisses you, he'll get sick too. He said "What? I can't kiss you??? Why not...I don't mind being sick with you." But also "...wait but if I'm sick then who's gonna take care of you?? Goddammit!"

• he will pepper your face with kisses all over your body, just not receiving any back. Will try to make soup for you and does a surprisingly decent job. Will MURDER anybody who even thinks of bothering you.

• "Get well soon okay? I miss not being able to make out with you. Its weird...but also I just don't like seein' ya sick. so get well soon okay? and-ask me for anything. Let big strong scout take care of you, got it?"

scout make out with me challenge

♡Soldier♡

• he's the first to wake up at 5 in the freakin morning and wakes everybody else up by yelling into their doors. he always goes last with you though, letting you get that 5 minutes of extra sleep.

• when he does get to your door, he knocks slightly less aggressive than with the others. "WAKE UP CADET! WE HAVE A FULL DAY AHEAD OF US. ITS TIME TO WAKE UP!"

• you groan loudly and wake up, stepping to the door. He's quite confused to be greeted by you, yet you have a stuffy red nose and you look like you slept in a dump. Oh boy, what happened?

• "CADET, YOU LOOK DREADFUL! WHAT HAPPENED? DID YOU GET ATTACKED LAST NIGHT?! TELL ME WHICH PERPETRATOR DID THIS TO YOU. I WILL HUNT THEM DOWN AND MAKE SURE THEY GO THROUGH THE ROUGHEST AND RUTHLESS TORTURE ANY MAN HAS TO EVER ENDURE."

"Solly, I think I'm sick- sneeze oh there it is sniff."

"SICK?! NOOOOOOOOO-"

• he's super dramatic about it, even more than you thought.

• carries you bridal style and runs off to Medic's medbay before Medic is even in there. He places you onto the patient bed and runs off to get Medic.

• "Soldier, did jou really have to barge into my room? I was very busy in zhe bathroom!"

"YES! IT WAS MANDATORY. NOW CURE THEM!"

"I'm afraid that's not how it works, but I will do my best."

• will not let you leave your room, he stands guard infront of your door to make sure nobody even dares to step foot near it.

• he checks in on you a lot, asks Engineer to make you some soup.

• "ARE YOU ALRIGHT NOW CADET? DO YOU NEED ASSISTANCE? NO? OKAY."

• once he's sure nobody is going to bother you, he's holding you tightly and making sure you feel comfortable. it's surprisingly quiet but he doesn't want to irritate your head, from time to time he will ask how your feeling and if he needs to get more soup or medication.

• he will be very wary of you now, after you get better he will inspect what you eat and how you feel so that you don't get sick anymore.

• "WE NEED TO CHECK FOR THE GERMS IN THAT. WHAT IF IT HAS RABIES!?!? NO, I WILL EAT THAT FIRST TO CHECK."

•assure him your okay please, he will not stop this for weeks.

solly?!?!??! faints

♡Pyro♡

• you and him cannot be separated. even in matches, so when you come back looking sick he's very very worried.

• "hhudda hhuuddhaa mmddhh??" (Are you okay??)

" sniff I'm feeling a bit sick, now that you mention it."

"HHUDYDA?!?!??!" (SICK?!?!?!!)

• doesn't know what to do but first thing he does is lock you in your room, then running off to engie for help.

• " SNIFHG HENGHEE!! HHUDA HHDYYDA HUHDA HHAHD MMFHA HUDDHA HHUDA HHFHUDA HHUDA HMMH :(" ( sniff ENGIE!! Y/N IS SICK AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO :( )

"Woah easy there buddy! Calm down-calm down. Hmm..oh! We could make some soup for them? Soup helps with sickness usually. Would you like if I made them some soup?"

" HHHUDA!! :D" (YEA!! :D)

"Great, I'll start workin' on it. You go ask Medic for some medicine."

• as soon as engie says that he will RUN GALLOP FUCKING FLY OVER TO THE MEDBAY.

"Ah, hello pyro-AH-"

Pyro has both his hands on medic's shoulders, shaking him aggressively.

"HUDDHA MMFHA HUDDAHHA MHHEHUDA HHUDA MHHEEDS HHHEM!" (GIVE ME SOME MEDICINE Y/N NEEDS THEM!)

"PYRO VHAT ZHE FUCK I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU-"

• Engie overhears this and stops his cooking to give Pyro a lecture on why you should not yell and grasp your hands while you shake them aggressively, begging them for medicine. He understands and apologises, as Medic huffs and gives him the medication you need.

• when he finally unlocks the room he has a bowl of nice warm cream soup for you. He sets it aside on the table by your bed as he runs back out to get your assorted medication.

• he will spend the entire day with you, drawing cute pictures of you together and writing get well soon notes non stop.

• if your not well by tomorrow or stay sick for longer, he will leave you sweet messages while he's out on the battle field.

"Get well soon sunshine :) -pyro"

"I miss you!!! -yours truly"

"I just set 3 people on fire and all I could think about was you, love you. -pyro"

also ppl infantilize him a lot when I think he'd be a very corny partner, pyro my beloved.

♡Demoman♡

• You usually come by to check up on him every night to see if he's drinking too much or getting into trouble. Sometimes he'd get super drunk on purpose just for you to take care of him.

• but your not there, in fact now that he thinks about it he hasn't seen you all day. hmm...u good?

• he goes over to your room, half sober and notices your slumped body on the table. Your asleep? But you seem annoyed. He notices how red your face is, and presses the back of his palm gently on your forehead. My god, your burning up!

• he's been taking care of his mother for a long time, so of course he knows how to take care of an ill person.

• he'll gently carry you and place you onto your bed, then get a cold wash cloth. if you wake up in the process, he will greet you softly. this man may be half drunk right now, but he knows when he needs to sober up!

"Hiya lassie, ye slept on the bloody desk and I can tell yer burnin up! Stay in bed for a bit for me, ok?"

• he will give you a kiss on your forehead, before heading off to your bathroom and preparing you a lukewarm bath. while you both wait for the water to fill the tub, he sits on the side of the bed, placing the cool wash cloth on your forehead.

• "Heh, how could ye get sick like this? Ye must've not been takin' care of yerself eh? No worries, I'm here."

• he makes sure your super comfortable, even refusing for you to walk as he carries you into the bath. letting you undress, he waits by the tub to make sure everything feels right.

the waters not too cold right? it shouldn't be, it should be lukewarm. do you want a sponge bath instead? No? okay. that's fine.

• once you get out of the bath, he gives you everything you need. Getting you light clothing, even making you a cool drink to rid of your fever. He won't stay in bed with you, because he doesn't want to crowd your sickness. But once he knows your asleep, he will smile and leave you alone.

• if your still sick by tomorrow? he will try extra hard to make sure your feeling better, anything you want he will get. After you do feel better, he will take you out to a fancy dinner. ( some ppl keep forgetting tav is rich and I find that so funny tbh) and treat you the entire day, giving you a free day as a treat for you.

man I love tav sm

♡Heavy♡

• you two were having lunch together after a long match, you were absolutely killing it on the battlefield! though you made the mistake of not showering right after the match, making your body become drenched in sweat.

• "Ah...ACHOO!"

"...Y/N...are you ill?"

"Nah...probably just got something caught in my -ACHOO!"

• oh no!! you got a cold :(

• he gets a bit worried, but he has taken care of his entire family once when they were sick, so this is no problem.

• does not let you out of your room.

• makes you tea with some honey, and prepares you some delicious chicken noodle soup!! the best soup for colds :)

• will stay in your room with you for the day, asking you every couple of minutes if your okay. though he knows rest is important when in a cold, so he usually just stays quiet reading in your desk while he makes sure you don't wake up in the middle of the night or anything similar to that.

• honestly like...like super duper strict yet he's so sweet. if cold gets worse, he will get some medicine from Medic. Some to soothe a sore throat, some to clear a stuffy nose, all that jazz.

• "lisichka, are you feeling better? if not, Heavy is always here to help. please do not be shy to ask."

• makes sure nobody bothers you, if anybody comes to knock on your door at night all he will do is glare at them and shush them. "No, They are sick. If you do not stop bothering them I will rip your tiny head from tiny body. understand?"

• not much to say other than the fact he's not leaving your side for the day. he makes sure your 100% back in tip top shape before he even THINKS of leaving you alone while your sick.

• if you don't get better for a while, he will be extra diligent...and worried. He knows he's overreacting, he's usually someone who never does that, but what if you get sicker? a rougher disease? he wouldn't know what to do.

• though when Medic assures him its just a cold that's lasting longer than usual, he's more content with himself and tries not to worry.

• before you sleep, he will always give you goodnight forehead kisses. I can see he isn't a very romantic type of person, so moments like these is when he feels truly vulnerable with you. He blushes every time, this adorable man.

• "goodnight moya lyubov, get well soon."

I'm gonna kiss heavy💯💯💯 REAL!!!

♡Engineer ♡

• you two were relaxing in your room, he was talking about his latest invention and you were happily listening.

• but then you felt a weird feeling in your stomach, like you wanted to throw up. And...you did. You gagged and ran straight for your bathroom, throwing up in the toilet seat.

• he was quite shocked, and came after you. As you threw up, he kneeled next to you and rubbed circles on your back. "Hey hey, that's it let it all out..."

• when you finish, he's super duper worried. "Sugar-cube...are you alright? You seem a bit sick...did you eat anythin' funny?"

"Now that you mention it...Scout did give me a weird tasting can of bonk earlier."

"That scout...tell me, what do you feel?"

• he will write in his head about the things your feeling, and go straight to the doctor.

so a cold, sore throat, and slight nausea? cool cool, he's got it covered.

• "Sit tight honey, I'm gonna get some medicine for ya."

• is pretty calm honestly. he doesn't get sick a lot but when he does, he usually takes care of it so he can go straight back to work. So he's not worried or anything. he's a smart guy, of course he'd know it's best to take care of yourself.

• rest is crucial to cure a cold, so he will insist on leaving you to your room. he will check up on you every couple of hours, if your awake he'll ask if you need anything and if your feeling better.

• if you get worse, he will stay with you the entire time. leaving his work unattended just for a bit.

• very caring. each sneeze you let out or the way your tired eyes struggle to stay open makes his eart ache just a little.

"You don't need to force yourself to be awake, darlin'. I don't mind watchin' over you."

or something corny as fuck like "Even when you got that puffy red nose and those weary eyes, ya still look adorable."

• not much to say other than that honestly, just a sweet, caring and calm lover when your sick.

engie my beloved

♡Medic♡

• he knows your sick without you even telling him

• will randomly tell you to get onto the patient bed.

"Medic...what are you doing?"

"Checkup! Jou are sick mein schatz, I just need to know exactly vhat sickness it is. places gloves on now, relax. "

• checks on your eyes, mouth, all thay jazz. Once he does he asks you some normal questions.

like "How have jou been feeling lately? Any dizzyness while working?"

• after a small checkup, he writes it all on his board and gets some medication from his drawer.

"Alright, jour body temperature is unusual and from jour sore throat and lack of sleep jou may be getting a fever tomorrow or tonight. Once jou do, I want jou to take zhese. Take zhem after jou eat, three times a day, and zhis before you sleep tonight. If it does not cure by the next two days, I will give jou more to help with it. Understand?"

"Yea..thank you medic."

"Of course, take care of jourself more...and get more sleep for God's sake mein liebe."

• are you surprised he guessed your fever before it even occurs? Yeah. are you complaining? oh fuck no.

• it's amazing how he could guess, because as he said, by tomorrow morning you had been feeling terrible. As you placed your hand on your forehead, the heat it radiated was absolutely irritating.

• when you got out of the room to get yourself some food, to your surprise medic was in the kitchen...making food?

• "Ah mein schatz jour awake, guten morgen!"

"Morning medic, what'cha makin'?"

"Breakfast of course! I am making chicken noodle soup! With the help of heavy, I cannot cook haha."

outta nowhere, Heavy just appears 😭😭

"Hello."

"holyshit-hi heavy!"

Medic begins to explain your diet for the day, what to eat what to avoid, what to do and what to not do, etc.

As he does, Heavy is cutting up fruits for you. Medic says fruit is good for fevers.

Once the soup is done, Medic sits you down and let's you eat. "How is it?"

"Mmm...this is soooo good babe. You and heavy did a great job, thank you!"

"Thank you Y/N. "

"I'm glad jou like it, remember your diet, okay?"

"Yeah yeah, just leave me to eat this soup already."

With a hearty laugh, he gives you a kiss on your temple as him and heavy both go their separate ways.

• he won't really spend a lot of time with you, he doesn't want to distract you so for the entire day he let's you rest up in your room as he continues his work.

• not a very passionate man when your sick, but he really just wants you to get better, don't take it to heart.

medic cannot cook LMFAOOOOO

♡Sniper♡

• you went into his camper van already feeling a bit nauseous, but you decided to ignore it because you wanted to spend time with him.

• as he was ranting about how scout stole his kill, you very quickly felt the pressure build up and ran to the door, throwing up on the ground.

• he was very much surprised, it took him a second but he got up to check what happened.

• "Oh...uh...are you okay?"

"...mundy I just threw up-no, no I'm not."

"Sorry... uh...."

• HE DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF A SICK PERSON. IS PANICKING. AS YOU CONTINUE TO FUCKING AGGRESJVELY THROW UP HE IS SHAKING SHIVERING HIS TIMBERS HES SO CONFUSED.

He's gotten sick but his parents are the ones who take care of him...HE DOESNT MMOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF OTHER PEOPLE!!! HES A SNIPER HE TAKES CARE OF PEOPLE BY SHOOTING THEM.

•"UH...WAIT HERE."

• runs off to medic, who is very concerned to find a distressed sniper.

"Doc...uh...Y/N...is uh...throwing up a lot. uh..."

insert awkward pause

"...JUST FOLLOW ME."

• takes him to you as you sit by the camper with the most sad face anybody has ever seen.

• "Are jou alright? What are jou feeling?"

You tell him what you feel, bla bla all that jazz. Medic nods as you do and prescribes you with nausea, and a cough. pretty basic stuff.

yet...sniper is so worried. again, it's common illness! But...he's never taken care of anybody. Even as an adult without his parents usually he'll just let the sickness pass without a thought in his head.

He's a bit ashamed to say the least. Ashamed he can't take care of a common illness his lover is going through.

• will stay with you all day and make sure you have everything you need. if you feel like throwing up again he'll get you some ginger tea to help soothe it.

• will go to medic personally while your chilling and ask for tips, and medic ends up rambling about illnesses to sniper. sniper is intrigued but weirdly interested??

"And for colds, jou want to make sure zhey are warm. BUT NOT TOO WARM! rambles on"

"Ah..." He says as he nods along.

• sniper tells medic he feels a bit ashamed not being able to take care of a simple illness, Medic comforts him and tells him it's fine and reassures him that it's nothing to be ashamed of. (this is a weird friendship ik but it's cute hehe)

• he does everything medic tells him, and does a really good job! Thanks to them, your all well now.

• mundy doesn't need to be worried because now he knows how to cure the ill!! Yayyyyy

he doesn't know how to take care of a sick person LMFAOOO LOSER (make out with me mundy)

♡Spy♡

• you hadn't left your room all day, heck he didn't even know if you were awake or not.

• feeling a bit worried, he knocked on your door.

knock knock

he waits for a bit, then the door shuffles to open revealing you. but, you look different.

the red puffy nose? those tired eyes? and the way you so loosely stood? oh your sick, doesn't take an idiot to figure that out.

"Y/N, are you sick?"

"...yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's a small flu, it'll pass Spy."

"Hm, no."

"..huh?"

• will ask if he can come in and as he does, you both sit down on the edge of your bed as he asks you tons of questions.

"Have you drunk any medication?"

"Yeah, once I woke up I felt pretty sick so I went to medics and he said it was best for me to rest."

"Good, have you eaten yet?"

"No, not yet."

"..I see."

silence falls between you two until he stands up and walks out of the room without a word.

"Spy? Uh...Spy where are you going?"

"Save your voice cherie, I'm going to make you a meal. Do not leave the room."

"Oh! Uh...okay."

• then he goes, leaving you in the room. it's a bit endearing how quickly he is to make you some food just by hearing the fact you need to eat.

• meanwhile, spy is in the kitchen making the most tasty chicken soup any man has ever laid their eyes on. oh my god just describing it is making my mouf water rn...yum

• scout and demoman walk into the kitchen, scout starts to bother him and demoman is trying to get a taste of the soup.

"Didn't know you could cook, Spy. You could've been making us food all this time but you really put Engie ta do all da work? wowwww, what a friend you are." rambles on

spy is too focused on his soup to care at the moment, chopping up vegetables to put in it

demo is drooling rn trying his best not to just take a big spoonful sip of it

In the end, spy just goes off with the soup and whatever is left he stores safely and threatens anyone that eats it a butterfly knife to the back of their heads. (He's saving it for you incase you want seconds.)

Now he's back in your room, a tray in his hands with soup and a fucking tea kettle with a cup.

He places it on your bedside table, as he hands you the soup. When you take it, he starts to gently pour some herbal tea into the cup for you.

When you take a sip of this soup, all your five senses activate and its like going through a delicious savory heaven of flavor. He's such a good cook, whyd he hide that talent?

The tea stays on the tray, as he leans by the door to watch you eat, smirking as your expression turns from tired into a happy one. He's quite proud of himself.

"Spy...this is so fucking good. What the hell...cook for me more? Oh my god...im drooling."

He chuckles, his voice low. "If you ask nicely then maybe I'll oblige, mon couer."

You almost splurt out your soup, he manages to make your cheeks heat up even when your sick. What kind of man says that sort of thing? Spy, spy is.

• will listen to you blabber and compliment his soup expertise, when you ask for seconds, he gets very giddy on the inside.

• for the entire time you get sick, he comes to you when you need a meal or when you need anything. You need tons of rest when you have a flu, he knows that. So, as much as he wants to hold you and cradle you in his arms, he has to leave you be.

• He doesn't want to get infected, if so, who will take care of you?

• though after, he will envelop you in kisses. Saying how much he missed your lips on his. Buys you a gift for being so well when your sick. Honestly, this guy is crazy with gifts.

spy 💘

THE END LMFAOO

sorry if some were longer than others!! I probably just didn't know what to add. Anyways, SORRY AGAIN for not posting much. Shit has been TOUGH man. But, I'm gonna write a ton for the next couple of weeks so leave your TF2 requests in my inbox!! I'm always up for ideas :)

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