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forever-rogue · 1 year

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if i may. Dad!Nurse! Steve Harrington where his little girl is sick with the flu and crying for her dad to make it better and he does everything to help and is all worried and loving 🥺🥺

AN | Okay but no; nurse dad Steve to the rescue🥺 This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve

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Steve Harrington could handle this.

Totally. Absolutely. No doubt about it.

He worked in the ER and constantly handled a myriad of emergencies and situations that had him thinking and needing to use his wits and keep his cool. So…realistically he could handle just about anything.

But he was terrified of the idea of having to watch your daughter alone for the weekend. Despite his assurances that he could manage (he could kick himself for being so stupid), he suddenly felt so unsure and nervous. You had a weekend work conference to go to that would keep you aware for a whole two and half days. You’d been reluctant to leave your husband and your daughter, but he insisted that he’d manage, that he didn’t want you to miss out the conference. And so you’d accepted what he said and left.

Now Steve was home alone with his four-year-old daughter. Fuck.

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He’d managed to survive the first alone without any issues. These were his days off, so he was able to be home and tend to the house along with his daughter. She’d been at preschool until the mid-afternoon, and once he’d picked her up the two of them were having fun. He really did adore his daughter, and more than anything he was nervous he’d somehow mess something up. He wouldn’t; you knew he wouldn’t - he was an amazing, doting, loving father.

He’d even made her favorites for dinner, which currently consisted of dino nuggets and mac and cheese and the two of them watched a movie before it was her bed time. Things had gone off without a hitch; he was sure he could use that to his advantage when he asked about seriously trying for baby number two. Look honey, I kept her alive for three days all by myself - want to have that next baby? Yeah, something like that would work anyway.

He was reading in bed, missing you and the late night conversations the two of you always had. But it wouldn’t be terrible - he could handle two nights on his own. Even if it really sucked. Any worry or self-pity he had was quickly wiped away when he heard the tiny knock at his bedroom door. He’d left it half open and looked up to find his daughter looking at him, the same big, soft brown eyes he had staring back at him.

“Daddy,” she poked her head into the room, looking at him nervously. Steve dogeared his page and put the book on his bedside table before motioning for her to come in. The small girl padded into the room and he instantly spotted the tear tracks on her cheeks as she sniffled.

“Camila,” he cooed softly, moving so he could easily pick her up. She ran the rest of the way over to him, throwing herself into his arms. He picked her up and settled her in his lap, tenderly wiping away the few remaining tears, “oh baby. What’s wrong, Cami girl?”

“I don’t feel good,” she pouted, her bottom lip trembling with effort as she tried not to cry again. She reminded him so much of you, how resilient and independent you were. She hated asking for help, wanting to do as much for herself as a four-year-old could, so he knew something was up if she was coming to him late at night when she should have been sleeping.

“Oh sweetheart,” he brushed a few rogue curls out of her face before kissing her chubby little cheeks, “what’s wrong? Why don’t you feel good?”

“My tummy hurts,” she frowned, “and I feel all cold, even with my blankies.”

As Steve listened to her, he placed his hand against her forehead and frowned when he felt how warm she was. He paused for a moment and inwardly groaned when he remembered that the flu was going around right. It usually disproportionately affected children, especially school age children. And here she was, going to preschool almost every day with a bunch of other kids. She’d had her flu shot, but there was only so much that would do and so many precautions they could take.

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, my love,” he pulled her onto his chest so he could hold her properly. Cami buried her little face into the crook of his neck as he soothingly rubbed her back up and down, “I’ll take care of you, okay? Daddy’s got you.”

“Okay,” she sounded so feeble and meek that it broke his heart. He wished he was the one having to experience this, not his baby girl.

“I’m going to get up and get a few things, okay?” he whispered softly, “you can sleep in bed with me tonight, does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” he delicately moved her so she was on the side of the bed that you normally occupied, covering her with the soft blankets, “can you bring me Peter?”

Peter was the stuffed bunny that she’d had since the day she was born. She’d gotten it from her aunt Robin and loved it more than any other toy, “of course. I’ll be back in a few minutes, Camila.”

She murmured something, burrowing her face into the pillow, seeking some sort of relief. Steve looked at her for a moment and shook his head sadly; this was his baby girl and she was sick. He couldn’t do anything about it except try to make her feel better while she fought it off.

He went down the hall to her bedroom and grabbed her bunny before stopping in the bathroom and grabbing a thermometer, some acetaminophen, and then made his way into the kitchen. He grabbed a few water bottles to bring with him but paused before leaving, staring at the phone. Before he thought too much of it, he grabbed the cordless headset and dialed the hotel room number you’d given him. He hoped you weren’t sleeping yet; he didn’t have to wake you on top of it all.

It rang a few times before he sighed in relief when he heard your soft voice, “hello?”

“Hi angel,” he ran a hand over his tired face, smiling when he heard your little sigh of happiness, “did I wake you honey?”

“Hey my love,” you’d only begin for the day but you already missed him and Camila more than you cared to admit, “I just got out of the shower. Stevie…I miss you.”

“I miss you more than you can ever know,” he admitted with a warm chuckle, “god, it’s been less than a day and I feel so lost without you.”

“I’ll be home soon,” you promised, your heart clenching softly at the realization of just how much you missed the two of them, “what’s wrong, love?”

“It’s Cami,” he admitted after a few moments of tangible silence, “she woke up and said she’s not feeling good. I think she’s got the flu, I was just about to take her temperature and see if I can make it so she can at least get some sleep.”

“Oh no,” your maternal instinct immediately ramped up; you wished you were home with the two of them, “poor little thing. Do you want-”

“No, no, no honey,” he immediately shook his head as if you were there, “I don’t want you to worry, or jump on a plane to come home. I just wanted to let you know, but I’ll take care of our baby.”

“I know you will,” you laughed softly, “I don’t think there’s anyone I’d trust more. If anything changes or you need me…let me know. I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

“I’d expect nothing less,” he promised, “I also just wanted to hear your voice…”

“Such a sap, Stevie,” you teased, but honestly? You missed his - all of him - too. The two of you were such suckers for each other, “it’s not too much longer. I’ll let you go, okay? Try and get some rest, there’s no use worrying about something we can’t change - I know you’ll take good care of her. I love you both so much. Tell Cami I said hi, yeah?”

“Of course,” he promised softly, “I will. I love you too, honey. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed, “good night, Stevie.”

He returned the sentiment before hanging up the phone and setting it down with a small sigh. He felt better after talking to you, but he still worried about his daughter; he was always a worrier. He couldn’t help it, it was just a part of who he was.

He gathered up the supplies he had gathered before heading back to his bedroom. When he quietly popped inside, he was relieved to see that Cami had fallen asleep. Even if it wasn’t for long, he wanted her to be able to get some rest. Steve placed Peter the bunny next to her so when she woke up she’d have him. The rest of his supplies went on the bedside table.

He gently climbed back into bed, doing his best not to disturb the small girl and snuggled up next to her. Realistically he knew that he should be able to sleep just fine and she would wake him up if and when she needed him. He also knew that this would be a sleepless night for him. Camila had never really been sick before and while he was used to dealing with sick children at work, it felt different now that it was his daughter. It felt horrible.

Exhaling softly, he tenderly brushed her hair out of her face before grabbing his book to read. Might as well do something with his time, right?

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“Daddy?” he’d noticed her stirring and was already prepared to give her his full attention. He glanced at the alarm clock and saw that it was nearing four in the morning. His poor baby girl. She turned around so she could look at him, her eyes dazy and face slightly flushed, “‘m thirsty, Daddy.”

“I’ve got some water for you, Cami girl,” he cracked the top of one of the water bottles before carefully handing it to her. She took it in both hands and chugged it down, finishing almost the entire bottle before Steve slowed her down, “slowly sweetheart, you don’t want to make your tummy ache from too much at once.”

“Okay,” she handed him back the bottle before she realized that Peter was next to her. She squealed in delight before grabbing the stuffed bunny and clutched it tightly to her chest, “you brought Peter!”

“He was missing you too,” he smiled gently at her, “can I take your temperature? And I’ve got something to help you feel a little better.”

“I’m cold,” she pouted as he grabbed the thermometer and stuck it in her mouth. She already knew the drill and had opened her mouth. Steve tutted at her lightly, already planning to grab her a few more blankets that should help. He pulled the thermometer out when it beeped and read the little screen. 101. A mild fever but nothing too bad, fortunately.

“You’ve got a little bit of a fever,” he grabbed the acetaminophen and water bottle, “this will help and I’ll get you some more blankets today? I want you to rest and your fever should break soon.”

“I miss Mommy,” she pouted as he popped the medicine into her mouth and handed her the water to finish off. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Steve; oh no, she absolutely adored her father almost more than anything, but she loved you too. She was used to having both of you around.

“Me too,” he agreed, “I talked to Mommy while you were sleeping and she said to tell you hello and that she loves you. But she’ll be home soon.”

“Good,” she gave him a firm little nod, “can we have dino nuggets later?”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her lightly before kissing the side of her head, “we’ll see, Cami. Right now I want you to try and get some sleep, okay? Once you’re up we can see about getting some nuggets and a nice warm bath.”

“Will you stay with me?” she looked at him with big, soft doe eyes and he nodded. As if there was anywhere he would rather be.

“I will,” he helped to tuck her back under the covers, making sure Peter was with her, “I’m going to grab a few more blankets and I’ll be right back.”

She was already fast asleep by the time Steve made it back with a new load of blankets. He bundled her up as best as he could, hoping her fever would break soon. All he could do was keep an eye on her wait.

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The next two days passed in a much smoother manner than that first night. Cami was about to sleep off her fever and slowly began to feel better with each passing hour. Of course, it probably didn’t hurt that he was indulging her every whim and fancy to the best of his ability. He wouldn’t call his daughter spoiled…she just wasn’t told no very often. But on the flipside, she rarely asked for things and was always polite and kind to everyone. She was a good kid, after all.

But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t more than ready for you to come home. He was practically counting down the hours - you were too. You’d been a little sneaky and told him that you’d be home a few hours later than you really would be, wanting to come home and surprise the two of you.

When you did, when you finally made it home and let yourself into the house as quietly as you could, you found the two of them at the kitchen table, eating exactly what you expected - man n cheese and dinosaur nuggets. It was such a simple but beautiful sight that melted your heart.

“Hello my loves,” you whispered as you set your bag down. Both of them turned to look at you, eyes widening in excitement before rushing over to you.

“Mommy!”

“Sweetheart,” felt a small pair of arms wrapped around your legs and another pair of arms around your shoulders as your two favorite people enveloped you with love, “you’re home early!”

“Surprise,” you leaned in and kissed him softly, wishing you could have more, more, more but remembering that your daughter was still right there. You’d have all the time with him later, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispered in return before picking up Cami and balancing her on his hip so she could get a kiss too. You brushed her rogue, wild curls out of her face before pressing big kisses to her cheeks.

“Hi Cami girl,” she looked so happy to see it that it made your heart melt, “I’m so glad you’re feeling better. Daddy took good care of you, huh?”

“Mhmm,” she grinned happily, “we even got to stay up and watch princess movies!”

“Oh you did, huh?” you looked at your husband, who gave you a sheepish smile accompanied with a shrug that said what can you do? You touched his cheek affectionately, “I’m glad you’re feeling better, my little love, and I’m glad you took such good care of her, my love.”

“Do you want some nuggies, Mommy?” she asked excitedly and you couldn’t turn down that adorable face, “we made lots!’

“I couldn’t think of anything better.”

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Steve was already in bed, eagerly waiting for you as you finished your little night time routine. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d miss just sleeping next to you. But then you appeared, all big smiles, soft eyes, and cozy pajamas that consisted of a pair of old shorts and one of his sweaters. It was easily his favorite sight in the entire world.

“You’re so beautiful,” you playfully rolled your eyes before walking over to him, taking the outstretched hand that he offered you. He threaded your fingers together before pulling you into his lap. He leaned against the headboard as you straddled his waist and rested against his bent legs, “god, I missed you so much. And you were only gone for three days.”

“I missed you too,” you admitted, reaching over and gently tracing along some of his freckles. You liked mapping them out with your fingers, and even more so with your lips, “next time there’s a conference or anything that requires me to be gone, I’m bringing you both.”

“Same here,” he laughed softly, taking your hand and bringing your hand to his lips and reverently kissing your palm, “three days was too long.”

“But at least I know that the two of you are able to survive without me,” you teased and a pretty flush of pink rose up in his cheeks, “you did great, Stevie. Seriously.”

“I will admit that I was a little nervous,” he confessed quietly as you giggled at him, “it’s a lot of pressure taking care of a young, sick kid on your own!”

“I know,” you acknowledged, “but you did wonderfully.”

He hummed in content as the two of you looked at each all starred-eyed before exchanging soft, sweet kisses. He pulled back after a few moments and you could see that there was something on his mind. You tutted lightly before putting a finger under his chin and turning his face up to yours, “I’ve been thinking…”

“Uh oh..”

“Hey,” he gently squeezed your side as you squirmed in grasp, “Cami’s in preschool now, and we’ve discovered that I can manage a kid on my own for days…I-I guess I’m just kind of wondering what your thoughts are about trying for that second kid?”

Your face lit up and Steve took that as a good sign. You were silent for a moment before reaching for his hand and settling it on your tummy, “how about in like seven months?”

“Oh,” his eyebrows rose in confusion. It took him a second to process but he nodded; it was you that was doing all the hard work realistically. He could easily hold off on trying for a while, “okay, angel. We’ll start trying in the new year.”

“Stevie,” you were laughing now; he was so smart and so wonderful, but he was so oblivious at times, “I didn’t mean…waiting. I meant…how would you feel about meeting your new daughter or son in seven months?”

“I…what?” his mouth opened and closed a few times and then it hit him, “you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed softly and his whole expression practically melted into heart eyes and a big lovesick smile, “I found out a few weeks ago…I’ve just been wanting for the perfect opportunity to tell you. And I guess now is as good of a time as any. Surprise, my love!”

“Wow,” he exhaled shakily before laughing you into his chest and kissing you softly, “what a perfect surprise. That’s…fuck, that’s wonderful. I love you so much. You, Cami, and the new baby.”

“Blob Harrington number two,” you teased, causing him to groan softly. You’d referred to Cami as Blob throughout most of your pregnancy because she just looks like a blob! He nudged his nose with his before brushing his lips over yours again, “I love you too, Steve. So, so much.”

“Oh my clumsy girl,” affectionate fondness laced his words, “I’m going to be thoroughly outnumbered. Three girls against me? Unfair.”

“How do you know it’s gonna be a girl?”

“I just know,” he insisted cheekily, “it’ll be a girl.”

“Oh,” you stook out your tongue at him, “wanna bet on it? I say it’s a boy.”

“You’re on,” he held out his hand, “it’s a girl. Terms of winning to be determined.”

“Just…don’t ruin it for yourself or me this time,” he had accidentally spilled the beans with Cami, not that you minded, “so no close looks for you at ultrasounds.”

“I’ll accept your terms,” he agreed as you shook his hand, “I love you, angel.”

“I love you more, Steve.”

“Impossible.”

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rxmqnova · 3 months

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Lizzie & sister

R is a YouTube er who does pranks. R's new target (by popular demand) is her famous big sister.

- maybe the feather and shaving foam prank. - fake phone calls - fills car full of balloons?

Stuff like that maybe ? ...... THANKS 👍

SURPRISING MY SISTER WITH A BRAND NEW ROOM

NO ONE'S POV "Hey, guys, it's Y/N and welcome back to my YouTube channel" Y/N smiles, greeting all of her subscribers.

"For this week's video… I decided to… pull out a few pranks on my sister Lizzie" She announces, making a mental note to add an applause later.

"You, guys, wanted Lizzie to be in my videos, so I thought that this would be a great opportunity. She won't be really happy about it, but what wouldn't I do for you, guys" Y/N sighs, adding a chuckle at the thought of all those pranks she's prepared.

"Alright. Right now I'm at Lizzie's house. She's still at work and will be for a few more hours, so I thought that it would be such a great idea to wrap her entire bedroom in wrapping paper. So let's start with that" She announces, taking the camera and walking upstairs to her sister's bedroom.

She bought tons of red wrapping paper this morning and already brought it to the room, so now she just needs to wrap everything. Oh boy, Lizzie won't be happy…

After filming a few more scenes, she gets to work, wrapping every single item in Lizzie's bedroom into wrapping paper.

It takes hours, but now it's finally done and to be honest, Y/N is actually pretty proud of her work.

"Well, this is the final product. I think it looks quite awesome. What do you think, guys?" Y/N questions, showing the room from every possible angle on camera.

"I mean… Lizzie's definitely going to kill me, but I really like it. It actually looks so cool. Oh boy, she's definitely going to make me clean this up" She sighs with a chuckle, filming a few more scenes before going back downstairs.

She sits on the couch, thinking what could she entertain herself with until Lizzie arrives. She's planned 2 pranks on her sister.

The first one is wrapping Lizzie's entire room in wrapping paper which she only just finished. And the other one is to fill her sister's car with balloons, but that needs to wait until Lizzie arrives home.

"Oh, hi, Y/N/N" Lizzie smiles, stepping into the living room where Y/N still is. "What you're doing here?"

"Well, I thought I'd come to surprise my sister and guess what. She wasn't home" Y/N says, standing up to give her sister a hug.

"I'm happy to see you. I'll just change real quick and be right back, so we can catch up on everything" Lizzie presses a kiss to her little sister's forehead, earning a smile and a nod from her.

Just in the moment when Lizzie starts walking upstairs to the direction of her bedroom, Y/N grabs her camera and follows her sister.

"Oh. My. God. Y/N! What did you do?!" Lizzie says as soon as she opens the door of her bedroom, her voice filled with anger.

"What? You like it? I think it looks good. I thought your room needs a bit of a color, you know. And red really suits you, so you're welcome" Y/N teases, only to receive a death glare from her sister, her head even tilting slightly. "Oh no, the headtilt. If these are the last few seconds of my life, I just want to say that I love you, guys, and-"

"You better clean that up right now, Y/N. I have a few friends coming over in like 3 hours, so you better hurry up" Lizzie states, patting her sister's shoulder before walking out of the room, forgetting why she went here in the first place.

"Alright, I guess I won't get any appreciation for my work, so let's get into cleaning" Y/N sighs, putting the camera on the nightstand and getting into work.

It takes much less time to clean up than it took to make it and Y/N's now carrying tons of wrapping paper to her car.

And then comes the last prank… filling Lizzie's car with balloons. She has some blowed up balloons in the trunk of her car already, so now she needs to blow up the rest and put them into Lizzie's car without her knowing.

And that successfully happens. She places Lizzie's car keys right at the same spot she took them before, flopping on the couch and waiting for the right opportunity.

"I need to head out to buy some drinks. You want anything in the store?" Lizzie questions, taking her car keys.

"I'm good, thanks" Y/N smiles.

"Alright, I'll be back soon" Lizzie announces, walking out of the door and Y/N's quick to follow with her camera in her hand. "Y/N, I swear to god-"

"Surprise!" Y/N cuts her sister off, receiving just a glare from her.

"Y/N, I need to go to the store" Lizzie sighs. "I'm taking your car, this better be cleaned up until I come back. And don't even think about pulling another prank on me" She warns, raising an eyebrow.

"You're no fun" Y/N sighs, taking her car keys out of her pocket and giving them to her sister.

"I love you too"

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eddiesgorlie · 1 year

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Her protector (Austin edition)

Austin Butler x Reader (Elvis version is coming soon!)

Summary: Austin, Y/n’s best friend comes to her rescue on her birthday when her abusive boyfriend gets angry.

Warnings: Abusive partner, broken glass, domestic violence, blood, smut, oral F receiving, after care.

Jamie, my boyfriend, I loved him but he had a temper, but doesn’t everyone? Austin, my childhood best friend hated him for that. Yes, Jamie hit me more than once but I said the wrong thing and it set him off, I shouldn’t have pushed his buttons. Today was my 30th birthday and Austin was coming over to celebrate, my two favorite men in the same room, two arch enemies in the same room. It was Sunday so I knew not to even make a peep to Jamie until half time of his favorite football teams games. I stood in the kitchen making my birthday cake, red velvet with pink cream cheese icing. It was 12:30 and Austin was arriving at 1:30. Finally at 1:00 I had the cake baked and almost cooled so I decided to get dressed, I wore a black sweetheart neckline above the knee dress with flutter sleeves. I put my apron on to protect my dress as I frosted the cake, just as I was carrying the glass bowl of frosting, my cat was behind me and I tripped over her, the glass bowl shattering, small pieces of glass were in my hands, mittens the cat, of course unscathed.

“Babe? Can you help me? I’m sorry to bother you!” I yelled. I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me, angry. Fuck fuck fuck. “What did I tell you about bothering me during my games? Get your ass up.” He spat. I tried to stand up without feeling the glass imbedding in my hands, failing miserably I whined. “Oh shut up.” He said. The moment I stood up he pushed me against the wall. “Are we clear?” He said through gritted teeth. “Crystal.” I spat. “Watch your tone!” He said as he punched me across the face. Just then, the front door opened and Austin watched as fell to the ground, landing on broken glass. I was dizzy and vision blurry, all I could hear was yelling and the sound of skin hitting skin until a loud thump hit the ground. “Come ‘ere.” He said picking me up bridal style. I screamed and kicked until I open my eyes to see Austin holding me. “Its just me, your ok.” He said with sad eyes. “Don’t look back.” He said. I nodded and leaned my head against his chest. He walked out to his car and laid me in the backseat, sitting next to me as he looked me over for injuries. I shook, skin pale as I was in shock, he’d never hit me like that.

“Look at me Y/n.” Austin said. I met his blue eyes, mine filling with tears. “Your ok now, your ok. Are you hurt at all?” He asked. I showed him my hands that were now bleeding a lot worse. “Let’s get you to my house, I’ll take care of you there.” He said, kissed my forehead and got in the drivers seat. I whined as the shock wore off. “A-austin.” I said. “What’s going on? Do you need help? Here I’ll pull over.” He said. “No!” I yelled. “Hey, what’s going on, talk to me.” He said. “Are we almost to your house? M-my hands hurt.” I said. “We’ll be there in a couple of minutes and I’ll get that all taken care of.” He said.

The rest of the drive was silent which was very strange for Austin, he always had the oldies station on the radio. It made me upset since I knew I was the reason it was silent, we should be at the house right now, Austin, Jamie and I should be enjoying cake but instead I had to mess it up. “We’re here.” He said, putting the car into park. He opened the car door for me and helped me out. “Go lay on the bed, I’ll grab the first aid kit.” He said, nodding towards his room. “Okay.” I said as I walked to his room. I made myself comfortable on his bed as I inspected my hands, they hurt, almost as much as my face hurt. He walked in to the room with a washcloth and first aid kit, I opened my mouth to talk but quickly tasted iron on my tongue. “Austin.” I said. “Yeah?” He asked, setting his “doctors station” up. “Is my nose broken?” I sighed. “Let me look.” He said. His gentle hands carefully touched my nose as he inspected it. “It doesn’t look broken, I think it’s just bleeding.” He said. “Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. Humor is in fact my coping mechanism. “Hey, don’t cry.” He said. “Do you have any tampons?” I asked, slightly laughing through my tears. “No, I don’t.” He said, grabbing tissues from his bedside table.

“Doesn’t your girlfriend have any?” I asked. “Nope.” He said. “Oh, she’s one of those girls that likes to play it risky.” I said. “Y/n, we broke up 3 months ago.” He spat. “I-I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. “We haven’t talked in 4.” He said. “4? That can’t be right.” I said. “It is, want me to pull up the texts? Lot’s of one sided conversations.” He said. “I’m sorry, he- he just didn’t want me talking to a lot of people. I’m sorry about your girl.” I said. “Yeah, I know. It’s fine, we never really romantically connected in my opinion.” He said. I held the tissue to my nose as I thought back on our history together. Of course, when you’re best friends at such a young age and you grow into teenagers and hormones kick in you get curious, he was the first boy that ever touched me and my first kiss. It was so special but of course, I played it off after with an “Ew” like he did, I always have wondered if he meant that “Ew”.

I watched as he grabbed tweezers and started moving towards my hand to take out the glass. “Are those eyebrow tweezers?” I asked. “Yes they are, they’re all I have. I can use my big fingers instead.” He said with a laugh. “I think your fingers are quite nice, actually.” I said, not thinking about what I’d just said. His cheeks tinted pink but he brushed it off. “Are you going to go back to him?” He asked. “Um, I might. I love him, he just has his moments, like all of us.” I shrugged. “Oh, all of us hit their girlfriends over a football game, even when they’re hurt?” He asked. “I don’t mean it like that, he just handles his anger differently.” I said. “Oh ok, so when he punches you thats just him expressing himself?” He asked. “Drop it.” I said. “Fine.” He spat and continued his torturous work on my hands.

“Fuck!” I yelled as he worked a large piece out of my skin. “I’m sorry, it’s almost out.” He said. “Oh that’s all you’re sorry about?” I said. “I’m sorry for commenting on your relationship.” He sighed. “I’m 30 now, you have to let me make my own choices.” I said meeting his sad eyes. “I just don’t want you getting hurt again.” He said. “I’ll think about it. What do I do though? He supports me.” I said. “You can stay here.” Austin said as he carefully wrapped my hands in thin layers of gauze. “No way, with all the girls you bring in here I don’t want to hear… y’all.” I said. “If you’re here, I wouldn’t want to bring any girls home.” He said, his eyes meeting mine. There was something different in his eyes, a questioning look. “I don’t want you to have to quit your bachelor life because of me.” I said. “It would be the best thing I’ve ever quit.” He said, his face inching closer to mine. I felt his breath fan over my lips before I leaned forward and crashed my lips onto his. His hands buried into my hair, pulling me impossibly closer. I moaned as his tongue made it’s entrance into my mouth, massaging against my own tongue.

He pulled away from me to catch our breaths but never disconnected our bodies. He pulled me into his lap and started his assault on the sensitive skin of my neck. “Aus..” I moaned as he nipped at my skin. “God, I love you.” He said meeting my eyes, his full of love and lust. “I love you.” I said, grinding my hips down onto his looking for some type of friction. His hips bucked up against mine. I reached down towards the hem of my dress and looked at Austin for help. “Help me? My hands.” I said. His hand reached behind me and slowly dragged the zipper of my dress down, my nerves on fire with every touch. He pulled the dress over my head and my arms rested at my sides. “These were meant for him to see, weren’t they?” Austin asked, playing with the little bow on the front of my pink bra. “Yes..” I mumbled. “And this pretty wet pussy?” He asked, his fingers rubbing over my slit through the fabric of my panties. “Yes.” I said. “Did he ever eat this pretty pussy?” He asked as he hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, a big wet spot left on them. “Yes.” I said. “Did he make you cum?” He asked, his lips placing kisses on my inner thighs. “No.” I said. “Well that explains why you’re so wet for me, you’ve had to take care of yourself for so long.” He said.

“Yes…” I moaned as he licked a stripe up my dripping pussy, my injured hands carefully burying themselves in his hair. “Oh my God!” I yelled as he took my clit into his mouth, sucking and slightly nipping at it. “Good girl.” He said against my pussy, the vibration making my legs shake. “You’re close, aren’t you?” He asked. “Very.” I said, just as his fingers dipped inside of me, curling against my G-spot. I felt a strong heat building before it snapped, a gush of liquid coming out of my pussy. “Oh my God!” I yelled as I humped his face. Austin, my best friend Austin, made me squirt. My legs shook and my vision white as I rode out the orgasm, Austin not quitting his assault on my pussy. “What a good girl. You got your cum all over me.” He said, rising from the floor as he pulled his soaked shirt off, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He hovered over me and lightly stroked my cheek where a bruise was forming. “Are you feeling ok?” He asked. “I’ve never felt anything like that before, it was amazing.” I said with a small laugh. “I love you.” He said, his lips connecting with mine. My hand carefully reached down to his pants and squeezed his hard cock.

He pulled away from the kiss with a groan. “You need a little help there?” I asked, smiling. “Only if you want to continue.” He said. “Yes.” I said. He stood up from the bed and unbuckled his belt and pulled his black jeans from his body, his boxers following, revealing his large cock. He climbed back on top of me and unclipped my bra before lining up with my entrance. He stroked himself a few times and pushed in, stretching out my walls. He held my hip with one hand and took my breasts in the other, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “You feel amazing, better than I imagined.” He said, his lips placing kisses on my breasts as he thrusted into me. “You’ve imagined this before?” I asked breathlessly, overwhelmed with pleasure. “Since I was 15.” He said against my skin. “So you didn’t mean ew? That has been my daily question for the past 16 years. I said with a small laugh. “Of course not. So that means you’ve imagined this before?” He asked. “Only thing that could get me off.” I said with a moan as he rubbed circles over my clit. “Just like that.” I said.

He continued thrusting hard into me, his balls slapping against my skin. The warmth started building up again and I knew I was close. “I’m going to cum.” I said into his neck as I pulled him closer to me. “Me too, baby.” He said. Him calling me “Baby” threw me over the edge and I clenched around his cock. He thrusted into me as I rode out my orgasm. He quickly pulled out and stroked himself, cumming onto my stomach as I clenched around nothing. He collapsed onto me, his head burying into my neck. “I love you.” He said as we caught our breathes. “I love you so much, Aus.” I said.

He grabbed tissues from his nightstand and cleaned himself and I up before crawling into bed next to me, pulling the blankets over us and holding me close to his chest. “I’m not going back.” I said as I placed kisses on his chest. “Thank you.” He said, kissing my head.

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salembutnotthecat · 19 days

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3 and/or 56 for Lana/Kostya?

“Don’t touch me again unless you want me to puke on you.” / “If you don’t stop soon, we’re going to the ER.”

lana and kostya my beloveds

i love the dialogue pairing here and i feel like this fits them very well. this fic feels a little short but i tried to make it longer and it just seemed choppy to do that.

given the pairing i chose sick kostya! i hope that's okay!

if you have any questions, comments, or asks, feel free to send them!

It's only a little after 5pm when Lana get home.

The evening sun cast a warm golden glow through the windows as Lana returned home from a long day at the recording studio. The faint scent of lavender and peppermint filled the apartment. Probably from one of the several diffusers in the house, Kostya was surprisingly a big fan of essential oils and had an almost ritualistic execution of what he used when.

Lana glanced around. Kostya wasn't in the living room, the hall was dark. It's when he heard a noise in the kitchen that Lana knew where to go.

Kostya was leaning against the counter. Lana noticed the trash can nearby, a subtle indication that something wasn't quite right.

"Hey, are you feeling okay?" Lana asked, concern etched in his voice as he approached Kostya.

Kostya nodded weakly, but there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead and a tightness around his eyes that Lana couldn't ignore.

"It's just… the treatment today ran longer than usual," Kostya explained, attempting to brush off his discomfort. "I think I just need to rest a bit."

Lana's worry deepened. He knew how challenging Kostya's treatment could be, but something about Kostya's demeanor seemed off.

"Maybe you should sit down for a bit," Lana suggested, guiding Kostya to a nearby chair. "I'll get you some water."

Kostya nodded, took a deep breath. He felt sick, very sick. He knew he did. And he hated it.

As Kostya sat in the chair, trying to compose himself, Lana fetched a glass of water from the kitchen. He could see the discomfort etched on Kostya's face, the struggle to maintain a facade of normalcy despite the obvious signs of illness.

"Here," Lana said softly, handing Kostya the glass of water. "Take small sips. It might help settle your stomach."

Kostya nodded gratefully, taking the water and following Lana's advice. The cool liquid provided a momentary relief, but the underlying unease persisted.

"I'm sorry," Kostya murmured, his voice strained. "I didn't mean for you to come home to this."

Lana shook his head, his concern overriding any inconvenience. "Kostya, I signed up for this when we found out… You do not need to apologize to me."

Kostya managed a weak smile, appreciating Lana's understanding and support. He knew how hard it was for Lana to see him in this state, but he also knew that Lana would do anything to help him through it.

"Are you going to be sick?" Lana asked.

Kostya shook his head, "I don't think so."

Lana stood beside him, stroking his hand over Kostya's hair, "Can I help you at all?"

"I think I need to lie down," Kostya admitted, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to stand. "Can you… help?"

Lana helped him to their bedroom, making sure he was comfortable before sitting beside him. He brushed a strand of hair from Kostya's forehead.

As the evening wore on, Kostya's condition continued to deteriorate. The nausea that had been lingering in the background now surged to the forefront, leaving him pale and clammy. Lana stayed close, offering words of comfort and support, his hand resting lightly on Kostya's arm in a gesture of solidarity.

But as Kostya's discomfort escalated, his tolerance for touch diminished. He knew what was coming – the inevitable need to be sick. Despite Lana's well-meaning gestures of affection, every touch felt like an intrusion on his already fragile state. Lana was just messing with his hair while he read a book and Kostya tried to sleep.

"Lana, please," Kostya whispered, his voice strained, he moved slowly, breaking away from Lana, "I need… I need some space."

Lana's brow furrowed with concern, but he respected Kostya's request and withdrew his hand. "Your stomach is bothering you pretty bad, isn't it?"

Kostya nodded.

Minutes stretched into an eternity as Kostya battled the rising urge to vomit. He knew he couldn't hold it back any longer. With a sense of resignation, he forced himself to stand, his shaky legs carrying him to the bathroom.

Lana followed close behind, his worry palpable in the tense line of his shoulders. He wanted to offer comfort, to ease Kostya's suffering, but he knew that sometimes the best support was giving space and allowing Kostya to handle things in his own way.

As Kostya leaned over the toilet, he felt the familiar rush of bile rising in his throat. He retched violently, his body purging itself of everything he had consumed. It was a brutal reminder of the toll his treatment took on his body, the relentless cycle of sickness and recovery.

Through it all, Lana hovered nearby, torn between wanting to help and knowing that Kostya needed space. He resisted the urge to reach out, knowing that touch was the last thing Kostya wanted at this moment.

Once the worst had passed and Kostya leaned back against the bathroom wall, panting and exhausted, Lana approached cautiously. He wanted to offer comfort, to reassure Kostya that he wasn't alone in this struggle.

But before Lana could say anything, Kostya spoke, his voice hoarse but filled with a hint of humor despite the situation. "Don't touch me again unless you want me to puke on you."

Lana couldn't help but chuckle softly, the tension easing slightly. "Noted," he replied with a gentle smile.

Unfortunately. The night only seemed to get worse. Whatever happened with the longer treatment was making Kostya sicker and sicker.

As Kostya continued to be sick, Lana's worry deepened with each retch and gag. He paced outside the bathroom, torn between wanting to help and feeling utterly helpless in the face of Kostya's suffering.

"Kostya, this isn't normal," Lana said, his voice tinged with concern as he hovered by the bathroom door. "I think we should go to the ER. This could be something serious. You never get this sick from treatment…"

Kostya, leaning against the bathroom sink and trying to catch his breath, shook his head weakly. "No, Lana, please. I can't go to the hospital. I'm exhausted and they'll just want to run a bunch of tests and its just because the treatment was stronger and longer on top of it. Seriously, please. I don't want to go through that."

Lana's frustration mingled with his worry. He knew how much Kostya hated hospitals, especially given his current health condition with aplastic anemia. But seeing Kostya in such distress was tearing him apart.

"I don't want to risk it, Kostya," Lana insisted, his voice firm. "If this doesn't stop soon, I'm taking you to the ER."

Kostya managed a nod, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Okay, okay. Just… give me a moment."

Lana paced anxiously, every minute feeling like an eternity as he waited for Kostya's nausea to subside. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kostya straightened up, his breathing steadier.

"I think… I think it's passing," Kostya said, his voice still weak but with a hint of relief.

Lana's shoulders sagged with relief, but his worry remained. "Promise me you'll tell me if it gets worse again. I don't want to take any chances."

Kostya nodded, understanding Lana's concern. "I promise."

But just as they thought the worst was over, Kostya's efforts from being sick caused a sudden nosebleed. Blood trickled down his lip, staining his shirt as Lana rushed to his side, a fresh wave of worry washing over him.

"Shit," Kostya said, placing a hand on the wall.

"Oh god, Kostya, you're bleeding," Lana exclaimed, grabbing a tissue from the box on the sink and handing it to Kostya.

Kostya leaned against the wall, pressing a tissue to his nose in an attempt to stem the bleeding. Without a thought, he sat down. He had to sit down.

"It's… it's fine. " Kostya said.

Lana's worry turned to frustration as he struggled to contain his emotions. "This isn't fine, Kostya. This isn't normal. We need to get you checked out."

Kostya shook his head weakly, his eyes pleading with Lana. "Please, Lana. I can't go to the hospital tonight. Let me rest, and if it gets worse again, I promise I'll go."

Lana hesitated, torn between his instinct to protect Kostya and his fear of what could happen if they didn't seek medical help. But seeing the exhaustion and fear in Kostya's eyes, Lana relented, albeit reluctantly.

"Okay, Kostya," Lana said, his voice softer now. "But if it gets worse, we're going straight to the ER. No arguments."

#sickfic #emeto #emeto fic #emeto cw #emeto tw #emetophilia #treatment tw #chronic illness tw

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homiesondaweb · 9 months

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I WROTE SOME HOBIE BACKSTORY FLUFF

Been writing too much angst lately🥲

anyway this is based of my previous head cannon on Hobie's siblings. Quick recap (might make a OC post about em) Hudson and Hendricks(yea name change) are the eldest twins about 12 years older than Hobie and are 21. Henry is in the middle he is 9 years older than Hobie, he is 18. Harley is only 5 years older and she is 14 going on 15 (she helps run the community garden). Hobie is 9!

I am Black but also an American from the midwest. So if I fuck up some of the UK vernacular or whatnot y'all can correct me in the replies or reblogs. If you see this fic floating on AO3 that is also me!

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1966 Chevy C10 aka the ugliest truck known to fucking man aka Harley bedroom away from home. Given to her by her old dirt and hay supplier before he moved to Wales, the dark green vehicle that lives parked in their ground floor garage was her escape from a house full of her lanky and, damn-right charlie brothers. She has the bed of the truck softened with a scrap fabric mattress and tens of thrifted comforters and pillows. Her portable record player crones with a Betty Davis record riding the groove with a whining guitar. Harley uses a chunk of mirror propped against her stage trunk to watch herself as she sections her hair into lazy cornrows for the night.

The sky slowly crumbles into a sunset, unfurling into a cool moon, shifting the world to a soft grayscale and sepia. Streetlights outside the garage flicker on and the human officers switch their patrol lights to a slow strobing blue and yellow. Harley gives a big yawn that pops her jaw and hums along to the guitar's riffs. The sound rests really low in her throat, it nearly drowns out the sound of steel door creaking and small steps that padding in. The 14 year old pauses her humming and stretches over to see the interruption of her night routine.

It's shaped lika palm tree, outlined in muted pink with their bare feet slapping around on the cement. Sleepy gray eyes met hers before they lighten to hazel for a moment, then back to sleep gray.

"Comin' ta bed?" Hobie whispers, voice all low and raspy. Harley helps the wire of a little boy clamor over the raised gate, he settles his head on her shoulder after. She chuckles and smears some leftover mango butter on his nose before her hands are back in her head.

"Inna bit. Thought I might sleep down 'ere though. Let my Baney Bart lil brother have the whole bed. You've got ta start wearin' yer socks to bed, ice foot." Harley teases and Hobie whines, then snuggles against her side.

Harley thought that now with Henry moving in with Rembrandt to the Canal flats would have given her the incentive to claim his room for her own and finally stop sharing both room and mattress with her baby brother. It wasn't easy though, ever since she came on the scene when the twins 7 and Henry was 5 the Brown siblings instinctively cuddled. Like cubs or kittens of some kind.

Hudson and Hendricks would sleep on their stomach, shoulders piled on top of each other or an arm around the other's back. Henry uses somebody's calf as a pillow and his foot always ends up in Hudson's face. Harley found her spot cuddled over Henry's stomach and when baby Hobie joined the mix she always woke to her shoulder being smothered in his drool and soft snores. They were like cats in that way, if one sibling saw the other napping, they were gonna share that sleep.

It has peter off some, Henry started sleeping over in the art alley with his mandem. Hendricks working overnight security with Pa. Hudson staying with Imani more days out the week(they all wait for the couple to announce the true reason why she was getting rounder). Harley sleeps in the truck when her band mates sneaks over after the city curfew because their fam is off it or someone is sick with radio or the flu.

But even with growing apart. A cuddle wassa cuddle and baby Hobie was gonna get his full of them. Of course Harley was still gonna share a bed with her little Barty when requested. Hobie starts to fade down to their true colors as sleep wraps him up,

"Oi! No sleep yet lil boy. Gotta put the 'fro up." She whispers tugging at the puff on the top of his head. Hobie grumbles, going cut yellow with crankiness. Harley counters it with a pink kiss to the top of his head and lets the stocking-band out that release his coils. Hobie blinks blearly in his slumped sit as Harley sloppily parts then flat twists them down into four rows. He gives a little sigh at the cool feeling of mango butter to his scalp but grumbles when she ties a scarf over them. Harley chuckles as she releases his ears from under it and scoots the front back.

They both know that damn scarf will be half way across the room and on the floor with her bonnet by morning. He cuddles into the front of her, stuck lika kola instead of a boy, smushing his face to her shoulder. Harley rubs his back and hums out the Buddy Miles intro that is stuck in her head as she feels around for her phone. Hobie blinks again as he watches her raise the antenna on top of it then pop in the code for someone. It rings loudly and they both wince before she lowers the volume and tilts the antenna to the right.

"Headin' ova?" She asks and a voice hums a soft no. Hobie sighs, that was Donovan.

"Dottie and Kirt's gots lead or radio. Feelin' weak me-self, keepa eye on ya water, yeah? Think OsCo is doin' flushes again." He warns softly.

Harley tenses at that. She sits back some and uses her free hand to inspect Hobie's face. She blinks hard and they both revert to true colors. All warm brown skin, black hair and steely eyes. She gives a sigh of relief at seeing that the whites of his eyes as fine, not any spots of yellow. No dryness to his pallor, just sleepy.

"Where you in the fountains today?" She asks and Hobie shakes his head.

"Wit Pa tuday." He mumbles to her, she lets him relax back and resumes petting his back.

"Thanks for the heads up Vonnie. I'll come by wit some bone soup and a filter from Hud in the mornin'.

"You're a dove Harles. Oíche mhaith a chroí."

Hobie gives a fakes gag as Harley blares pink then clovers sketches, Gaelic love poems and the expert of Romeo and Juliet having it off etch over her skin in cursive for a moment before she simmers back to sepia.

"Bon lannwit, Mon kè." She says back and hangs up. Harley stashes her phone back under the mattress before turning off her record player. With a practiced ease she carefully slides Betty Davis back into the paper sleeve, then lays the mirror chunk down on a quilt.

"Ann kouche, pinèz." Harley yawns and clamors out the truck bed with Hobie still clinging to her. They make their way up to the flat and to their room. Hobie is nothing but soft breath so it startles Harley when he speaks.

"You gonna live wit Donovan one day? Like Henry and Huddie?" Hobie asks. Harley kisses his cheek and lays them down in bed. She lights a lavender incense cone, then pops it in the holder.

"Maybe one day."

"Gonna marry 'em?"

"Can't get married. He's too Irish. Laws will bang us."

"You don't care." Hobie giggles and Harley smiles real big at that.

"Who said me and Van ain't gonna bang the laws back bruv? Don't worry bout it Barty Bug." She tells him when she lays down fully and loops an arm around his shoulders, Hobie puts his head over her heart.

"You gonna runaway? You two go off?"

Harley hums.

"Where imma go, bug?"

"... Cuba or Panama, like uncle."

"Too much sun for Donovan. He'd cook."

"Uhm… Canada. Like Erika's family?"

"Too cold. I'd freeze to death."

Hobie pouts at this point, turning into her elbow so he doesn't have to see the sleeply mirth in his older sister's eyes. Her black nails gently grasps his jaw and turns his face back to her. The both flare into blue and black ink and mapwork.

"What's with the questions. You think imma leave, love?"

Hobie nods in embarrassment but softens as Harley kisses his forehead.

"Not without you buggy. Same things goes for Hudson, Hendricks, and Henry. Same thing for Ma and Pa. No way I'm leavin' you even if the Queen, her corgis and the PM demanded it. Even if Von proposed right here. Which is stupid I'm 14, he's 15 and we've had lead poisoning on and off since we was little. So don't worry about Cuba or Canada, hell even Wales. I'm your big sister, we are Browns and some right punks. Labels are nothing but when you put in the care and obligations that comes with the title. Well, you're pretty fulfilled by em. And that means we stick together always. And care for each other always. So don't you worry your head about my crush. Don't worry about seeing my back out the door."

Hobie just snuggles her closer at that. Harley chuckles and cuddles back.

If there's one thing Hobie believes in, without a question, it is his sister.

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Oíche mhaith a chroí = Irish Gaelic - Goodnight, my dear

Bon lannwit, Mon kè = Haitian Creole - Goodnight, my heart

Ann kouche, pinèz = Haitian Creole - Let's go lie down, Bug.

#Hobie Brown #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown fanfiction #black oc #spider punk #spiderman across the verse #spiderman astv #astv hobie #black reader #getting ready for bed trope

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 8 months

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NCT Spooky Season [Day 2]

Tombcraft

TW: Undead(?), Slight Body Horror Genre: Romance Pairing: Park Jisung x Reader YN Pronouns: Not specified Word Count: 1.0K Prompt: "Can I put my tomb next to yours?"

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Notes: Spooky season is officially here! And since I skipped 20 days of NCT for Christmas last year, what the hell, why not do spooky season instead? Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

It was the hottest game on the market right now, Tombcraft. You play as a living person designing their tomb for once they kick the bucket and head to the afterlife and, for organization nuts like you, it was simply perfect.

Or maybe it just gave a breath of life to those who no longer had it.

"Gosh, I missed having bright eyes like that," you watched your character move about their freshly decorated tomb and, to the corner of your screen, you saw the join request from your boyfriend, Jisung. You rolled back on your chair. "Jisung? I'm literally right behind you, you can just ask," you laughed.

Both you and Jisung actually died quite a while ago, freak accident, go figure, turns out when you get hit by a truck you don't get isekai-ed into a new world, nah, you just die. Luckily, you both were buried together so you ended up popping into the after-life at the same time and now you were existing just as you had lived. Living in a small crypt and in debt, turns out your life's debts are simply transferred to your death. And yours combined with Jisung's was just a trainwreck, if you knew you'd still be working a minimum wage 9-5 in the after-life maybe you would've tried harder to stay in the land of the living.

Jisung, though, seems to have no regrets. If anything he got bolder after being separated from the mortal world, and such was clear when he asked you to live- er- rest in the same crypt and now you've just been chilling playing this video game together. He looks around and smiles.

"Just in case! Sometimes you get so in the zone," he says, adjusting the screws in his head, "well?"

"Yeah, duh," you accepted his invite and Jisung's character appears on screen.

"Whoa, your tomb is so nice," Jisung comments. "Wish our house looked like this," he looks around your shared room and it was, as most crypts are, desolate.

"Would be nice to afford our own tomb," you sighed.

"Hey, wait, actually! Would it be cool if I put my tomb next to yours?" He asks.

"Stop! We could be neighbors!" You grinned. "Do it!" And, in seconds, his character successfully transfers over to your world and he takes the empty lot next to your tomb.

"Oh, darn, I didn't think this through," he says, staring at the literally empty lot, "the burden of creative freedom," he sighs.

"Hey, let's build a tomb together!" You offered, "it'll be fun! The one I'm in was one of the premade ones," you navigated your character to the empty lot, watching your two avatars interacting.

"Yes, that would be great," he says, "I was thinking of doing a classic mausoleum type?"

"Whoa, that's classic, classic," you muttered. "We have the funds, why not go gothic church?"

"Oh, I've always wanted a gargoyle!"

"Me too!" You beamed. "Wait, let me sell my tomb so we have enough."

"Maybe we should hold off on that for a second," Jisung waves his hand, "we still need a place to live for now," he says.

"Ooh, are you asking to move in with me?"

"(Y/N), we've been buried together for, like, ages."

"I know! But I still get giddy talking about it! Makes me feel alive, ya know?"

"I don't, actually."

"Oh, right!" You both laughed.

"I wonder what the others are up to," Jisung hums. "I miss our old friends," you heard the hint of sadness and you snapped your fingers.

"Wait, Jisung! This game has an option where we can play multiplayer with the living world!"

"Are you serious?!"

"Yeah! Let's try getting into contact with one of our old friends," you opened the search tab and Jisung wheeled over to you. "Let's try Mark, he'll lose his head when he sees it's us!" You put his name into the search bar and after a few minutes the user 'Tigrrr' popped up. You opened the chat with him.

YN: Mark, it's (Y/N) and Jisung!

MK: HUH??? No way, whoever you are I'm gonna block u

YN: NO DON'T IT'S REALLY US

MK: Sure!

"Quick! Type something only we would know!" You slid the keyboard to Jisung and he went to work.

YN: Hyung! It's really us! Remember that day before we died we went to the beach together and you got really drunk and told us that you thought that almond milk came from cows who only ate almonds?

MK: omg

MK: send a pic rn or i won't believe u

YN: dammit mark

"Get over here," you pulled Jisung closer to you and took a quick picture and sent it.

YN: (Image)

MK: OH MY GOD IT'S YOU TWO

MK: Ew, you're missing a chunk of flesh on your face, (Y/N)

MK: I GOTTA GET THE GUYS

YN: Okay!

"Wow... that went smoother than I thought," Jisung hums. "I hope they don't mind that we're like... dead."

"Wow! Rude!" You pointed at the comment he made.

"I mean... you are missing a chunk of your face."

"Because you bit it off!"

"I tried to kiss your cheek!"

"And now it's gone," you puffed your cheeks(?) and crossed your arms. Jisung sighs and wraps his bone arms around you.

"And I'm missing my arms."

"Yeah... if only we had enough to replace them," you nuzzled(?) into the bone. "Anyway, looks like we got more people joining our server!"

"Yes! Finally!" Jisung scrambled back to his chair, ready to commune with the living.

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rosebloodcat · 4 months

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Ramshackle Fits A Little Too Well

(Or, Crewel learns what can happen to a dorm when there is no one taking care of it for 50-some years)

AN: I started writing this one on a lark, but I really liked it so I figured, why not post it? There are a lot of little background things that I haven't gotten into in this story but I may get to them in a later chapter. But I'm down to explain if people ask, so go ahead if you want to know what's up.

I mostly wanted to get into the horrors of a house that's been abandoned for years at a time in this chapter, and I'm quite pleased with them so far.

Maybe I'll get to the rest of the cool things later. XD

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Crewel wasn't a fan of the Ramshackle Dorm. As far as he was concerned, it was an eyesore on the esteemed Night Raven College's campus. He'd never understood why the Headmage hadn't had the place torn down and replaced with something more useful to the school after the dorm had been shut down.

Although, at the moment, he supposed it was a good thing that he hadn't done that. Since it gave them a place for the magic-less puppy to stay after the school carriages accidentally snatched him.

(They needed to have that checked out. The carriages picking up people who weren't even students was a problem.)

He was uncouth and unrefined, but at least he seemed to be sensible.

The puppy had taken time to approach each teacher after class and warn them that some of his assignments may be turned in late throughout the year, as he had to do repairs to the dorm he was staying in along with the work he needed to meet the school's criteria. And the unspoken fact that he would be doing all that by hand on his own, as the barely tolerated familiar staying with him would be all-but-useless for such a task.

Crewel did have to give the puppy credit. He wasn't afraid of hard work or getting his hands dirty.

But he had begun to wonder if, perhaps, such a task would be too much for a single student to manage alone.

The buckled floor he'd found when the student led him to the mostly cleaned sitting room certainly suggested it. (Sort of cleaned? It seemed cleaner than the great of the place at the moment. The whole place was still repulsive.) It was the first of many clues as to the house’s state.

Though he couldn't help raising a brow at the chairs lying on their sides near a very large garbage bag. And with the windows wide open as well, the curtains he knew had once been there were gone.

Upon closer inspection of the heaps, he could see rubber gloves and a rather sharp-looking knife lying there as well. The puppy caught the look and let out a huff.

“Yeah, you’re gonna want to sit on the plain wood chairs in here, Prof. Anythin’ with cloth on it is a giant mold patch now thanks to the leaky roof and the cracked windows. I’m carving as much of it off as I can to throw it out.” He rocked back on his heels, nodding to the garbage bag. Well, that explained that. “Might be able to salvage the wood parts, but the cushions are goners. Grim is outside with Ace studying because this shi- er, stuff was making him sick. I’ve been tying a rag that I got from the school store over my face to keep from feeling the same.”

Ah, mold. Yes, that made sense for how old the dorm was and how long it’s been since anyone was staying there. Of course, there would be- Wait.

“Leaking roof?” he asked, a trickle of alarm in the back of his mind. Water leaks could do a lot of damage, but when it froze and melted during the winters…

“Oh yeah, the roof’s got a lot of them. Found out during the storm a couple days ago. Had to dig through every closet I could find to get enough buckets for ‘em.” He let out a gusty sigh, scratching at his still-growing mustache. He glanced upward with a grimace. “I’m dreading when I finally get to clearin’ out the top floors of this place. Which is why I wanted to ask you about stuff for clearing out mold.”

He pointed to a door further down the hall, his jaw setting.

“Especially for the bathroom down there. I think one of the old students forgot some medicine in the cabinet when they left the dorm. I wouldn’t be surprised if it could get up and walk by now if it felt like it, so I need something strong to get rid of it. Even if I can’t use the bathrooms very much right now.”

“And what makes you say that?” Crewel asked. Surely the bathrooms weren’t that disgusting.

“Cause the pipes might blow if do.”

What.

“The pipes have probably frozen over multiple times over the years. So it’s probably messed them up a lot.” He continued, not even noticing the way his new teacher had frozen. “If you send pipes into full use after something like that, it can cause the weakened seals to burst, and you can’t just patch ‘em or else you might end up breakin’ them up in your hands. I’d love to hire a pro to take a look at ‘em and see how much can be safely patched and how much would be better off replaced but…”

He shrugged helplessly at Crewel. He didn’t need to finish the sentence.

Because of his arrival, he had nothing but the clothes on his back. And he certainly had no money to do all the repairs and refurbishing that Ramshackle needed to be inhabitable for a student. Surely the headmage was allowing some form of budget to cover the boy’s efforts to restore the dorm? He wasn’t expecting the boy to do it all out of his own pocket by working at the school store, was he?

The boy certainly couldn’t ask his parents to help pay for it all…

“And how much of this is our esteemed headmage helping cover?” The puppy tilted his head in confusion. He felt his heart sinking. “The headmage has given you a budget for this work, hasn’t he?”

“No? He hasn’t really said anything about helping cover the repair costs for this place. Ace, uh, one of the Heartsyble guys, has been helping with food ever since he got booted from his dorm for eating a tart from the communal fridge without asking first. Most of it’s dry stock but… Yeah.” He looked a bit uncomfortable, glancing back toward the kitchen.

(By the Seven, he didn’t even want to think about the state of the kitchen if the rest of the building was anything to go by.)

Crewel was rapidly re-evaluating the knowledge he’d had about the dorm, the skills of his student, and the stupidity of the headmage for just dumping a student there without even considering the health and safety risks of them staying there.

He took in a breath, held it, and then slowly let it out.

“We will make a list. Of the essentials needed for this building to be comfortable, and safe to live in for however long you’re going to be here. I will call the needed people to get price evaluations and speak with the headmage about setting a repair budget for your work.” He looked down at the student in front of him, who stilled at the sharpened edge of his gaze. “If you are going to be doing the work restoring this building yourself, then you need the funds to do it right. Now, show me the rooms you’ve been looking at using and we can start building up the basics.”

This was going to be far more work than he had been ready for, never mind a lone, magicless student that had been abducted and left to (practically) fend for themselves. (The dorm barely counted as a safe place to stay in its current state.)

And Crewel fully planned to make Crowly share in the misery as well, until he put in the work to fix it.

(Crowly was not ready for the list of extreme hazards that their student was facing being thrown on his desk by the furious Crewel. But it took very little persuading to set a budget to rebuild the dorm. They could justify why the abandoned dorm needed this much work to the school board later. For now, they needed to ensure their student wasn’t poisoned by airborne mold spores or worse while they were stuck at the school.)

(Cab was just happy when Crewel told him that both a plumber and a handyman had been booked to come by in a few days to take a look at the bathrooms and Kitchen.)

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tascha-schwarz · 2 years

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Imagine… waking up next to Barbossa on the rainy morning

A gust of wind flaps the window open, blowing the curtains to the sides and revealing a picturesque view in the predawn twilight of the upcoming day.

Cool air that breaks into the room disturbs your sleep, sending shivers across uncovered parts of your skin. Your eyes flutter open. You leisurely turn around on your pillows to check if the man you fell asleep with, the one you love more than anything in the world, is still sleeping. It doesn’t surprise you to find out he’s not. Leaning on the headboard, he smiles instead, fondly looking at you. Vibrant glint of his eyes suggests he’s spent a while like this. You can’t help but answer his smile, and your lips stretch in a silent “good morning”.

“Long awake?” you mumble sleepily and reach out to him. Still lacking on strength in your limbs, you softly caress his face in a feeble attempt to pull him into a kiss. Barbossa instantly heeds to your gesture and sinks lower. His hand lands on your hip, and you feel his grip tighten slightly as a gentle evidence of passion that never stops flaring within his chest. With little pressure he rubs your thigh and glides back up to the curve of your waist, drawing you closer. He’s just inches away. Warm spark of happiness lights up his eyes, and you can no longer take yours off him.

“When yer beside,” his eyebrows twitch slightly as he watches you with endearment, “I lose da track of time.” Smiling tenderly, he removes a strand of hair from your face and kisses you softly. Astounding, how delicate is the touch of a man of such a severe – many would say threatening – appearance.

“Hector,” you chuckle quietly under his lips. You know he can spend an hour like this, just admiring you.

It’s murky outside; the sky is covered with dark dense clouds, which daunt to burst in downpour any moment. The last week wasn’t favorable for sailing, and you’re happy to spend a few extra days with Hector on land, in the peaceful solitude of your new house.

Barbossa bought this house for you, but you never happen to be alone here: either he stays with you in between the raids, or you accompany him on board, and the rest of the time the house remains empty, for how long – depends on the course his ship is keeping, be it just a couple of weeks or several months.

Cold wind blasts into the room with another powerful gust. First drops hit the eaves with impudent loud clatter, and the sky releases a torrent of rain straight away. The lightning splits the vault, chased by the deafening thunder roll, that shatters the air with frightening intensity. You shrink, hiding your head in your shoulders.

“Come ‘ere,” Barbossa turns on his back, and stretches out his arm, inviting you into his hold. You snuggle next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He pulls the blanket up, thoroughly tucking you in, and wraps you up in his strong arms. You close your eyes and relax in comforting tightness of his loving embrace. For you there is no safer place in the world.

“Sleep some more. It’s too early,” he mutters tenderly, and you feel his hoarse voice vibrate softly in his chest, complemented by quiet rhythmic heartbeat. You take a moment to listen. Here he is, alive, all yours. Every night you pray this heart would never stop beating, not in your lifetime. You can’t imagine your life without him and will unhesitantly sacrifice yours for the sake of his.

“No,” you whisper, “don’t want to leave you alone.” You try to fight sleep, unwilling to waste a single minute that you can spend with him, but the warmth of his body and the soft shelter of blankets pull you back into a dream, and you realize you’re guaranteed to lose this fight.

Hector laughs. “Ye don’ look like leavin’!”

“My body will stay with you,” you murmur drowsily, “but not my conscious mind.”

“Tha’ will do,” he tilts his head and presses his cheek against your forehead. “Fer another half an hour, a’ least.” His beard tickles your face, and you smile. You shift in his arms, nestling cozily, rub your head against his shoulder and nuzzle into his neck. Stroking his chest, you plant a kiss on a random spot where your lips could reach when you stopped moving and finally ease off.

“I feel so good with you, Hector,” you whisper, slowly drifting into slumber.

“Me too, me dear.” His lips touch your forehead, and a large hand lands softly on your temple. “Sleep tight. I’ll be there,” his quiet voice calms and gives comfort while the storm rages. “I’ll always be there...”

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gennyanydots · 1 year

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The Chase part 1

Rhett Abbott x f!reader (with the last name of Cook)

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Summary: It’s summer and one of Cecelia’s friends has a horse for sale so she sends Rhett over to check it out. The horse isn’t the only thing he’s checking out.

“Rhett!” His mother called from the house.

Rhett sighed. He’d just come in from checking the fences in the upper pasture. All he wanted to do was take a shower and maybe lay down some. It’s the hottest day it’s been in a while, and he had worked up quite a sweat just riding around. The sun was high in the sky by the time he made it back to the barn. When he got off his horse you could tell exactly where on his leg came in contact with the saddle from the sweat. Thankfully his mom waited until he was able to cool his horse down in the barn to turn him out before she called for him. He felt absolutely gross but when his mama called, he knew better than to ignore her.

He headed to the house and into the kitchen where he found his mother doing a few dishes at the sink while a sandwich sat at the table, “Yeah?”

“Can you do me a favor?” Cecilia asked her son over her shoulder as she continued her job.

Well, looks like no rest for Rhett. He should have known better. There’s always something that needs done around here. Depending on the ask maybe no shower either.

“O’course, what do ya need?” Rhett asked with his proverbial fingers crossed for that shower. He didn’t shower before heading out early this morning knowing it would just be a waste.

Cecelia finally turned around with a dish rag in her hands, wiping them both off, “Ya know how Amy’s done with school for the year? Well, she’s been askin’ about ridin’ some lately and there ain’t any way I’m gonna teach her and your father doesn’t have the time and I’m not sure about you or Perry teachin’ her. Perry doesn’t seem to have that sort of focus and if I have you do it I’m worried you’ll just stick her on anything.”

“Aw c’mon mom I would never let her get hurt,” Rhett said shaking his head at his mother. Just stick his niece on anything? Doesn’t his mother know him better than that? He would never let anything happen to Amy. He’s loved two women in his life, his mother and his niece.

His mother shot him a look, “Still, I mentioned it at my book club this week and Margaret Cook, you know the Cooks right, anyways she said her sister’s daughter was visitin’ for the summer to help ‘em out. She’s an elementary teacher somewhere up North and so Margaret roped her into doin’ the ridin’ camp for kids this summer on their farm. They normally do lessons but figured a weekly camp would be good for the summer.”

Rhett nodded along, still not sure what this had to do with him.

His mother continued, “Margaret also mentioned havin’ an older mare that would be perfect for Amy. She used to be a trail horse. Margaret showed me a picture and she’s real pretty, Rhett. Named Rainbow. A paint. So, I was wonderin’ if you’d go take a look at her. See if she’s worth buyin’ for Amy. Margaret said they’d keep her there for the summer if Amy went to the camp which would work out real well. I asked your father, but he said he was too busy to check ‘er out and I’m just not sure where Perry is.”

“When do ya want me to go?” Rhett asked. This shouldn’t take too long. Maybe his nap wasn’t off the table.

“Well Margaret said her niece was teachin’ a lesson this afternoon that was wrappin up around 4:30. If you went around then you could see her teach and can check the horse out,” his mom offered. “I would feel better knowin’ about the teacher and the horse.”

Rhett nodded, “That’s understandable.”

“I really appreciate this, Rhett,” Cecilia said with a warm smile at her youngest. “Now eat your sandwich.” She nodded towards the table, and he grinned and sat down and ate while his mother finished the dishes. He hadn’t guessed it was for him but he’s not one to turn down a meal.

Afterwards Rhett headed to his room and got a small nap in and was able to shower before he needed to head out. Rhett figured making it there around 4 would give him ample time to watch the class and be able to judge the teaching. He made sure to let his mother know before he left, so she knew that he was keeping his word to go. She smiled and waved him off as he drove away.

The Cook’s farm wasn’t too far away. Only took about five minutes before he was heading up their long drive towards their barn. Wouldn’t be a bad drive every day to take Amy here. They had a large indoor riding arena next to their barn and a matching outdoor arena next to that. There were five horses in the area with a kid on each. A woman stood in the middle of the arena. There was a little parking lot area that Rhett parked in. Getting out he could hear the woman in the center shouting out a few things to the students. He headed to the arena and stopped before some metal bleachers. Rhett assumes for the parents to be able to watch their students. He leans against them as he watches.

“Alright we’re going to try trotting again, okay? What do we need to remember?” The woman calls out. Clearly not from around these parts. If Rhett had to guess she sounds like she’s from one of them upper midwestern states. Not the Dakotas though. Indiana maybe.

All the horses are stopped along the fence of the arena with a child on each one. Small hands went up in the air at the question and the woman points at one girl, “Yes, Sara?”

“Keep our heels down!” The little girl called out.

“Exactly! What else?” The woman asks then points at another hand. “Yes, Mikey?”

“Keep our hands down so we don’t yank on their mouth,” a little boy called out.

The woman nodded, “Right! So, we have heels down and hands down but what about our legs?”

Little hands shoot up again.

“Yes, Maddie?” The woman calls.

“We keep our legs wrapped around our horse to keep us up,” another little girl says.

The woman smiles, “Yes! Good job, Maddie! Now what do we say when we want to stop as we lightly pull our reins back?”

All the little voices call, “Woah!”

“Fantastic, friends! You are all so smart,” the woman says as she walks over to the white horse in front. “Okay Mikey, are you and Snowy ready?”

Rhett chuckles to himself. Kinda ridiculous name for a horse.

“Yes! We’re ready!” The boy says confidently.

The woman smiles, “Okay push him forward.” The little boy kicks the horse lightly with his heels and the woman walks alongside the horse. “Mikey, now you’re gonna squeeze your legs and say ‘trot!’” Mikey follows the instruction, and the woman stays running alongside the horse. “When you get close to the others bring him back to a walk. Okay now! Give a half pullback and a ‘woah’.” The boy does as she asks the walks the horse to the end of the line and stops with another, “Woah.”

“Great job, Mikey! Was it less scary this time?” The woman asks. The little boy nods, “I felt much better! I didn’t fall!” The woman smiles, “Snowy wouldn’t let you fall, sweetheart. He’s too good of a boy.”

The woman walks back to the front and does the same with the next student until they all have a turn. “Okay, it’s time to cool down. Let’s walk them out and drop our stirrups. Do some little circles with our ankles. Go backwards then forwards. Wiggle your backs out. Wiggle in your seat a little. Give your horse’s neck some scratches. Tell them how good they are.” After a little while the woman helped all the kids dismount and had them heading into the barn to hand off to a ranch hand before they all took off their helmets and went running to their parents excitedly.

The woman was still inside the arena cleaning up cones. Rhett didn’t know who he was supposed to be meeting with, but he figured she would be as good a place to start as any.

Rhett walked towards the arena and called, “Excuse me ma’am?”

She looked up from what she was doing and walked over, she was prettier than Rhett expected. Though he’s not sure why he expected her not to be. He was taken from his thought when she said, “Hi! Did you need help with something?”

Rhett nodded, “Yeah, my mother sent me over here to take a look at a mare for my niece. Rainbow.”

“Oh! You’re one of the Abbotts, right?” She asked. “My Aunt said someone would be by to look at Rainy. You want me to go get her?”

Rhett nodded, “If it’s not too much trouble. “

She smiled. Rhett liked her smile. Made her look even prettier.

“No trouble at all! Do you want her tacked up?” She asks.

Rhett nods, “Yes please. Thank you, ma’am.”

She smiles at him again. God he wanted to keep that smile on her face.

“Goodness where are my manners?” She says with a laugh. “I’m y/n Cook.” She held out a hand towards Rhett.

He gave a little half smile and shook her hand, “Rhett Abbott but you knew my last name already.”

She laughed and nodded, “Yeah, I did. You’re that bull rider everyone’s been talking about in town, right? Some hometown hero?”

Rhett blushed and shook his head, “Ain’t no hometown hero but yeah I ride.”

“You any good?” She asks as she heads towards the barn.

Rhett stands there for a second. Should he follow her? He decides he should and follows behind, “I’m alright. Win some. Lose some. All depends on the day.”

She goes into the barn, but Rhett stays in the large doorway instead. He doesn’t want to assume he can just walk right into someone else’s barn. His eyes look down the row of stalls looking for Y/N. After a minute or so she comes out from one of the stalls with a beautiful brown and white horse on a lead rope. She walks the horse over to Rhett and smiles, stopping in front of him, “This is Rainbow or Rainy as we usually call her.”

Rhett took a step into the barn to look her over. Rainy looked about 13 hands tall. Her mane was split brown halfway then changed to white. She seemed calm even with a stranger examining her. She let him pick her feet up with no problem. Didn’t even flinch when he ran his hand down her neck to her withers.

Y/N watched Rhett closely while keeping a loose hold on Rainey’s lead. After a few more minutes Rhett’s eyes found hers and she asked, “Do you want me to grab her saddle now?”

Rhett nodded and she quickly put Rainy in the crossties and headed towards a room off to the side in the barn. Rhett scratched Rainey’s nose as the two waited, which Rainy seemed to be all about. She even started to lean into his hands for more and Rhett laughed.

“I see you found Rainy’s favorite scratchy spot. She’ll do just about anything for scratches,” Rhett hears as he turns and sees Y/N with a saddle on her hip. She walks over and holds the saddle out to Rhett, “Can you hold this please?”

Rhett holds out his hands, “Oh uh sure.” He barely has time to get the words out before Y/N is placing the saddle in his hands. She grabs the saddle pad off the top of the saddle and slides it on Rainy before taking the saddle from Rhett’s hands and placing the saddle on top of the pad. Rhett went back to scratching Rainy’s nose as Y/N quickly tacked Rainy up.

“Do you want to ride her, or do you want me to ride her so you can watch?” Y/N asks. “Cause if I need to drop the stirrups, I’d rather do it now.”

Rhett thinks for a minute, “You ride her. Then I can watch.”

Y/N nods, “Arena or trail?”

Rhett shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“Why don’t we do both so you can see all of Rainy’s good qualities. My boy is already tacked up from a ride this afternoon so you can ride him if you’d like. Pretty annoying following a horse on a trail,” Y/N offered.

“Sure. That sounds good,” Rhett says, and Y/N undoes the cross ties to take the lead and halter off and put Rainy’s bridle on. Rhett was glad to see Rainy took the bit with no fuss. Rhett then was handed Rainy’s reins and told to take her outside which he quickly did.

A few minutes later Y/N came out with a beautiful sorrel quarter horse that looked about 16 hands tall and brought it alongside Rainy and said, “This is Rusty. He’s my big baby.”

Rhett nodded at the horse, “Hello Rusty. Pleased to meet ya.”

“He’s pretty easy going so don’t worry. I doubt he’ll be anything like those bulls you ride,” Y/N says with a laugh. “He’s pretty lazy sometimes. Only time he gets going is if he sees barrels to race, then he’s running.”

“That what he does?” Rhett asked.

Y/N shook her head, “Not anymore but they’re still his favorite. We stopped that a long time ago but every once in a while I’ll pull them out and let Rusty run his heart out.”

“Why’d you two stop?” Rhett asked looking over at Y/N

“I got a big girl job. Couldn’t spend my time barrel racing anymore. So, we retired. We didn’t do anything big. Just a few fairs once upon a time. Rusty was fine retiring to a life of leisure rides and mints,” Y/N said. Rusty’s ears perked up hearing ‘mints’ and started to nose at Y/N’s hands then pockets while she laughed.

Rhett smiled, “I think he knows that word.”

“Oh, he does. Doesn’t know where I started hiding them from him. Tried to get him to stop biting at my pockets but it hasn’t seemed to work,” Y/N said as she shoved the horse’s head away from her pockets. “Quit it, ya butthead.”

“Butthead?” Rhett said with a laugh. “What is this the first grade?”

Y/N smiled and nodded, “It is and just for that now you’re a butthead.”

Rhett laughed, “Well that’s the first time I’ve been called that since I was like eight.”

“You’re welcome,” Y/N said then stuck her tongue out at him. She then switched him horses and checked Rainy’s saddle before stepping up onto Rainy’s saddle and throwing her other leg over to sit down.

Rhett swings himself onto Rusty’s back and the two were off at a leisurely pace. It’s been a while since Rhett rode without a real purpose. Sure, he was watching how Rainy handled herself, but it’d been a long while since he rode without it being a chore. Just riding to ride. It was nice. Rusty seemed like a mild-mannered horse. Seemed to get along with Rainy.

“Does Rainy get along with others well? We got some at home, so I was just wonderin’,” Rhett said a little louder than normal, so you’d hear him.

Y/N half turned in your saddle, “She does. She’s not one to put up a fight. Just goes with the flow.”

Rhett nodded, “That’s always good.” That’s what Amy needs.

Y/N nodded, “I’ll be sad to see her go if you guys end up taking her but I’m sure she’s going to a good home.”

“My niece’ll love ‘er. She seems like a sweetheart,” Rhett said looking at the horse but he’s pretty sure he meant it for the rider too. Y/N seemed really nice. Going above and beyond what a typical seller would do. She even let him ride her own personal horse. He knew the Cooks had plenty of horses. Heck there were five tacked up from the lesson, but Y/N put him on her horse instead.

Y/N flashed him a smile, “She really is! I’m sure you guy will take good care of her if it all pans out.”

Rhett nods, “Promise we would.” And they would. Rhett would make sure of it.

The two went back to just riding in silence. It was nice, peaceful. The whole ride ended up being about a half hour but felt like longer to Rhett. Maybe because he’s not one to slow down so being forced to felt like forever.

Not that he minded. It was a nice change of pace to his bull riding and who wouldn’t want to ride alongside a pretty girl? Not that he can make a move. This is a business transaction. Or at least it might be. Not between him though. He’s just checking out the merchandise.

When the two horses finally stood in front of the barn Y/N looked over at Rhett, “Did you still want to see her in action in the arena?”

“I prolly should. Make sure everythin’ is good,” Rhett said with a shrug. If he didn’t, he’s sure his mother would ask about some specifics that he wouldn’t be able to answer. Not that he even knows what he’s looking for at this point. Seems like a fine horse to him. Would fit in with the others at the farm. She seems real gentle, would be a great first horse for Amy.

Y/N nodded and swung her leg around and dismounted easily off Rainy with Rhett following suit. They switched horses again and Y/N led Rusty into the barn and came out a few minutes later with a smile on her face as she shook her head, “Sorry I was accosted for some mints. He’s such a ham sometimes.”

“I’m sure he only gets them sparingly and isn’t at all spoiled,” Rhett says with a snicker. She seems like the type to spoil her horse. Like he’s her baby. Coo and fuss over him. Rhett understands. He takes good care of his horse but he's not one to spoil 'em.

“Mr. Abbott!” She says with a fake gasp. “How dare you make such accusations.”

Rhett laughs and shakes his head, “You’re right. I do apologize, darlin’.”

Y/N walked up to Rhett and took the reins from him, “Oh, I’m darlin’ now?” She smirked.

Rhett shrugged, “If you want.” He wants. Pretty little thing like her? He’d be happy to call her darlin' every day.

“I’ve heard about you, Rhett Abbott,” Y/N said walking the horse towards the arena. “The sweet and seemingly shy younger brother who charms the pants off any girl he sees.”

“Now, I wouldn’t say that per say…” Rhett said with a shrug. He knows what he is. He won’t deny it.

Y/N laughs as she opens the gate then brings Rainy inside the arena, “Oh yeah what would you say?”

Rhett thinks for a minute then says, “I’m just tryin’ to practice for my future wife. By the time I find her I’ll be able to blow her mind.” It’s as good of an excuse as any.

“Well, that’s one way to put it but live your best life, I guess,” Y/N says with a shrug as she shuts the gate.

Rhett shrugs, “I am.” It’s how Rhett lives. It’s been fine for him. He’s not interested in anything long term. Hell, anytime he rides could be his last. He doesn’t want to put some girlfriend through that type of panic. He’s seen it. The tears. The fighting to get to her man when something happens. He doesn’t need that. He’s good with his life. Only sometimes does he wish for more. Mostly at night if he goes to bed alone. Someone to hold wouldn’t be so bad. Someone who stayed by him. Who chose him for him. Most of the time women are just interested in Rhett for his riding, for the notoriety - not that he has much. He’s still just Rhett Abbott from Wabang. Sure, he’s a good rider and a hard worker but that’s not too special most men in Wabang were hard workers save for the Tillerson's.

Y/N nods, “Then that’s all that matters.” She steps up into the saddle and swings her leg over. “So, what do you want to see Rainy do?”

“You’re the one sellin’ her, darlin'. Show me what she’s got,” Rhett said and sat on the bleachers by the arena. He spreads out with his elbows on the seat behind him and crossed his ankles.

“You got it, Mr. Abbot,” She pushed Rainy into a walk to let her get used to her footing in the arena. Once she went around a few times she pushed Rainy to a trot with her legs and a few clicks of her tongue for one go around before switching her to a collected trot then an extended trot. Rhett watched the horse’s gait as she easily switched. He may have watched Y/N some too. She looked good riding. He can’t admit to himself what else he’d like her to ride but he’s pretty sure she’d have a beautiful form for that too. Nope. He’s definitely not thinking about that. Would she be able to keep her back as straight? Would she have that same look of determination? She’s gotta have strong thighs to hold on and Rhett would be more than happy to give her something to hold on to. He shook his head trying to rid himself of those thoughts. Y/N literally called him a whore not too long ago. He can keep it in his pants. He can. She’s clearly not that type of girl. Right? He doesn’t think so. She’s more of a take her home to mama kind of girl which Rhett doesn’t want. Right? Even if she’s so pretty and rides like a dream. Okay. He needs to stop. He can handle watching a pretty girl ride a horse. She brought Rainy back down to a walk and stopped her in front of Rhett and reached down and scratched Rainy’s shoulder. “She’s a fancy girl.”

Rhett laughs, “I can see that. I doubt we would ever have her do any of that. Too fancy for the farm.” Focus on the horse. That’s what he’s here for. He’s not here to ogle Margaret Cook’s niece. Maybe some other time. Not right now.

Y/N shrugs, “You don’t know that. Maybe Amy wants to do Dressage.”

“Is that what you taught Rainy all that for?”

Y/N shakes her head, “I didn’t teach her. My aunt got her off some princess who didn’t want her horse anymore. She was over it but she did Dressage. Or so I heard. I just made sure she remembered her fancy footwork for fun.”

“Well, damn. Glad she ended up here with your family then,” Rhett shook his head in disbelief. Who buys their kid a horse then turns around and gets rid of it? Spoiled Brat.

“Rainy’s been well loved here but I’m sure she’ll like going to a little girl who’ll dote on her and spoil her like the queen she is, the way she was meant to be,” Y/a said with a kind smile. “So, does she check out? Not that I’m the one selling her. My aunts just going to ask the minute I see her later.”

“As far as I know she’s perfect for Amy. Met all my expectations,” Rhett walked over and leaned against the arena fence and looked at Rainy. She’ll be a great horse for Amy. A perfect pick.

“Glad to hear it!” Y/N said with a big smile. She took her one leg out of the stirrup and swung it down but her other foot got caught in the stirrup. When she swung down it stayed so she had one leg awkwardly stuck.

“Shit,” Rhett said as he hopped the fence.

“I’m okay! I got it!” Y/N called. She finally got her foot out but lost her balance and fell to the ground with an “oomph.” Rainy hardly took any notice and just took a few steps to the side away from the fallen human.

Rhett was immediately by her side reaching down to help her up, “You sure you got it, darlin’?” He snickered.

“I clearly meant to do that, charmer,” Y/N said with a huff as she let Rhett help her up.

Rhett grinned as he helped to get her steady, “Is that what I am to you, charming? Cause I can work with that.” And he could. It’s way better than thinking he’s just a whore.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “We’ll see.”

“I can be charming if that’s what you want, darlin'. Is that what you want from me? Are you goin' to give me a chance?” He asked with a sly grin on his face.

“If I was to give you a chance, you’d have to be living a different lifestyle and I’m not sure you can, charmer,” Y/N said as she shook her head with a small smile on her lips. She walked over and pulled Rainy’s reins over her head and lead her to the gate and opened it and waited for Rhett to follow.

Rhett followed after the two with his hands in his back pockets and a grin on his face. He just needed to figure out how to convince her to give him that chance. He doesn't usually have to work so hard for this but he’s not one to shy away from the chase.

Rhett watched and listened in the doorway of the barn as Y/N put Rainy away. She softly talked to the horse as she get her situated the walked back towards Rhett.

“So, is there anything else I can do for you?” Y/N asked Rhett as she walked up.

Rhett shook his head, “No, ma’am I should be all set with Rainy. I’ll tell my mama about Rainy and I’m sure she’ll let your aunt know, darlin’.”

Y/N nodded and laughed, “Sounds good, charmer.”

“I’m still charming to you?” Rhett asks.

Y/N shrugs, “Guess so.”

“So, will you let me take you out?” Rhett asks. His hands are still in his back pockets but he has his fingers crossed in them. Clearly if she thought he was charming then she would want to spend more time together, right?

“Take me out where, Mr. Abbott?” She asked.

“Anywhere you’d let me,” Rhett says with a half smile. “Whenever you’d like.”

Y/N seems to think for a minute. Rhett’s starting to sweat, and definitely not from the heat of the day. Would she actually turn him down?

“How about this, I’ll give you my phone number and if after a week you still want to go out in a date we’ll go,” She offers.

Rhett grins, “That’s a fair deal.” He hands her his phone and she puts her number in and hands it back.

“Guess I’ll see you in a week, charmer.”

“Guess you will.”

#Rhett Abbott x f!reader #rhett abbott x female reader #outer range #the chase

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sirthisisa-wendys · 2 years

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Yay! I just wanted to make sure before I did😊. I love this event, the works are pure ✨gold✨ lol

I saw this one and instantly thought it would be something that rindou or ran would do😂

"You decked me in the head while you were skateboarding on the lawn."

Busted Up: Shion Madarame/Ran Haitani/Rindou Haitani x Fem!reader

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Shion Madarame: *apologizes profusely*

"Oh my god." Shion's face goes slack at the sight of the raised bump on your forehead. "Oh my god, dude! I can't believe I wasn't looking--"

"Shion, what the hell?"

The blonde hovers over you, panic flooding his eyes are you place your hand on the bump and begin to sit up. "You're such a fucking dumbass, I swear."

"I am a dumbass," he repeats, trying to help you. "I am, bro, I am."

"You gotta watch where you're slinging your damn board." You slowly stand to your feet and groan, squinting your eyes in the bright light of noon.

"I'll take you to the ER if you want," he rushes out, grabbing his skateboard as he panics.

"Do you even have a car?" Shion's eyes dart about before he says,

"No." You roll your eyes - wincing as it somehow disturbs the bump on your head - and then grab your phone, which landed on the sidewalk face-down.

"I'm calling my friend to come to get me," you gripe, sitting on the curb and cradling your head. "This is a nightmare."

"I promise it won't happen again. Campus Clown Honor." Shion holds his free hand to his heart, a smile playing on his lips.

"Campus Clown Honor," you echo, shaking your head. "Yeah, right."

Ran Haitani - "...But Did You Die?"

Ran stands over you, scrolling on his phone as you try to figure out why there's a sharp pain in your head and why a Haitani has stopped to take stock of the scene.

You glance around, rising off the pavement in front of Iota Kappa, and then spot the skateboard. "You've gotta be kidding me," you whimper, tears coming to your eyes.

"Oh," Ran looks up from his phone. "You're awake. Cool. You got health insurance?"

"No..." you reply, confused. "What does that--"

"Okay, so I can give you some cash to get your head checked out or whatever," he begins, still not looking at you. "Should cover the urgent care bill if you get one. Otherwise, I'll need you to lay low for a while."

"Ran," you grunt. "You hit me in the head with your skateboard. Don't you think you should apologize?"

"But did you die, though?"

"So you'd apologize to a dead body?" Ran stops, looks up, frowns, and then looks back at his phone.

"Nah, you're right; I wouldn't. You gonna take the money or what?"

Rindou Haitani: *whips out an ice pack*

"Okay, uh... RICE." Rindou Haitani is reviewing the tips he learned in first aid class, recalling the acronym with only minor difficulty. "Rest... Ice... Compress... and..."

"Elevate," you finish for him, and Rindou snaps his fingers.

"Thanks." But there's just one problem. There's no ice. "Uh, fuck... Maybe we could get you in the house?" Without waiting for an answer, Rindou hefts you up, slides your arm around his neck, and walks back to the frat house behind him. He enters the code to the house, and the door unlocks immediately.

"Ice pack!" Rindou shouts to no one in particular as he walks toward the couch. "Hit someone in the head..."

"How many times do I have to tell you, Rin," Izana mumbles, coming into the living room with a bag full of ice. "No skating anywhere other than on the Great Lawn!"

"I was just doing a trick!" Rindou insists while passing you the ice pack. You lay on the couch and rest the cold bag on your head, sighing in relief.

"First Ran, now you... What am I going to do with the members of this house?" Izana complains, throwing his hands up in the air. "It's like the zoo around here."

"Which is somewhat your fault!" Ran calls out from his room, but he's ignored by both men.

"Just don't tell the dean of student affairs," Izana whispers quickly. "Then we won't have a serious problem on our hands, okay?"

"Only if you buy my lunches for the next three weeks."

"Done," both students reply immediately.

#rindou haitani x reader #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani #ran haitani #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #ran haitani x reader #shion madarame x reader #shion madarame

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freuleinanna · 2 years

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So, I've finished The Quarry, right? I've played it 3 times trying different things but there's stuff I gotta say, and I'm afraid it's really bad

The game is VISUALLY AMAZING, ENDEARING... and EMPTY AS FUCK. Here's what I mean.

1. The plot is easily recognizable from the start, werewolves and shit, and that's not necessarily bad. But it doesn't play on any emotions, okay? Do you FUCKING remember what Until Dawn did to us and to Chris?? Chris who had to not once, but TWICE, decide who lives and who dies????? THAT WAS FUCKING TRAUMATIC GUYS AND IT MADE US INSANE. We had no idea how this was gonna end and what these choices truly meant, and we were scared, with blood on our hands, and completely baffled by the truth.

The Quarry doesn't offer ANY relevant or hard choices, all of them are fucking obvious. Didn't shoot were!Nick? Too naive, too bad, the whole thing was screaming SHOOT HIS WEREWOLF ASS

2. The relationships between the characters had exactly zero impact. YES I KNOW the relationship scales were removed completely, which kinda sucked, but like even major stuff? Again, in Until Dawn, if Chris shoots Ashley, she fucking locks him out of the house, leaving him to die. The Quarry?? You can do whatever the fuck you want, no one is gonna remember the good stuff or the bad stuff.

3. The QTEs are a wet disgrace. The game has literally been dumbed down, you only have to move the stick and press one button occasionally. There's no fight, there's no OH MY GOD I WAS GETTING THE WHOLE SEQUENCE RIGHT BUT PRESSED THE WRONG BUTTON AT THE LAST MOMENT AND SOMEONE FUCKING DIED IMMA GO KILL MYSELF!! No flavor in playing, you get me? Nothing is ever at stake, you have to leave the damn room to miss or screw up the qte.

4. The characters don't grow.

Hard exception: Laura, my beloved werewolf warrior, who started as a usual gal and ended up being a fucking soldier. Also, her relationship with Travis, that's really well done.

The group dynamics never change and it just gets... boring. Again, Until Dawn gave us Mike the Jock who turned out to be the gold-hearted hero, Josh the Quiet Guy aka the full-on psycho, Matt and Emily who were the Unlikely Couple but ended up stronger together than ever, Josh/Chris bromance-turned-anger, and MANY MORE. The Quarry gave us, er... a never developed Dylan/Ryan/Kaitlyn love triangle, and that's probably it? Plus, everyone sort of decides that Ryan might be into Laura - because he went with her to find Chris (which wasn't a choice as far as I know??). Wtf?? Jacob/Emma thing is never addressed either, although I know there can be a scene where they talk in the woods. Not sure what this leads up to though. The rest of the gang just sort of hangs out together, but never truly connects (exception: Kaitlyn/Dylan bromance), there are no conflicts and no affections flying about.

5. The ending was..... anti-climatic, to say the least. I'm not even spending characters on this one, it's just really, truly bad.

Verdict: I'd say, Until Dawn keeps the gold and House of Ashes gets silver, with The Quarry getting bronze. Yes, even HoA had a better, more emotional involvement. I get it if you hated the alien part, I do. Even so. But I was really, honestly still over the top excited for The Quarry, and I enjoyed it a lot. It's not a bad game, it just lacks the grit behind all the cool visuals and 168 endings. But it was fun nonetheless!

#the quarry #the quarry spoilers #until dawn #house of ashes #supermassive games #dark pictures house of ashes #dark pictures anthology #the quarry game #the quarry review #the quarry thoughts #anna plays the quarry

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notetaeker · 2 years

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November 1, 2022 - Tuesday | Fall challenges 22/30 + 18/30

I went to school to teach a class and collect all the tests that the students completed the day I was absent. I hugged a bunch of students they were so excited about to see me (the lower the grade the more excited lol) 😭 The rest of the day I spent completing a cover letter and resume for a job. A really good productive day, Alhamdulillah 🙌🏽

Best feature according to you my best feature is that im rlly funny lol tho sometimes (many times) i do pull up with the worst puns BUT other than that irl my goal is always to make people laugh lmao it prob doesn't rlly come across on here (esp on this blog sdfj b/c im always sitting here reflecting) but I am at my core a storyteller and a -tries to make u laugh-er 😌

Something you own that gives off "cozy autumn vibes" the string lights in my room and also my lamp with warm, dim light that I use for my main lighting. Every other place in the house is blinding (and cool white). The most cozy autumn vibes would also be my clothes tbh. I think almost all the clothes I have for outside wear is all autumn colors. Do you decorate for autumn? Not really, only the string lights

#studyblr #notes #studyspo #studyingunderthefallingleaves #tranquilfallbuddies #in love with this picture for today btw 😔😔#it’s my absolute favorite

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this week has been rather shitty so i would like you to know that your osamu fic on ao3 made me smile like really hard and here is some commentary to it because it really did make me squeal:

"But it still doesn’t feel good. You worked hard to land this, and now you’ll have to start all over again. Change is always hard, especially when you haven’t asked for it."

THIS IS SO ME IM LISTENING TO THE WAITING ROOM OUTRO RN TO DEAL WITH FEELINGS AND THEN I READ THIS AND I FEEL LIKE THE UNIVERSE UNDERSTANDS ME AND IT LEAD ME TO READ THIS LINE. like the validation for feeling terrible and the justification!!! ah i love this so much can you tell i am in shambles from this line alone

"It’s a pleasantly accented voice. When you rattle off your order, you suddenly find it a little less pleasant after he says, “Er. Ya sure?” This is some shoddy customer service."

reader is SO funny im laughing rn love them like from the get go im like "and then they kithed" because i love it when the first meetings are more awkward and frustratingly trying to be polite rather than cute

"So why are you crying as you finish your first onigiri and reach for the next?"

so you saw me tear up over my lil instant ramen i see. READER IS SO REAL I TOO MISS HOMEMADE COOKING I TRY TO MAKE IT MYSELF BUT IT LACKS THE HOME AND READER IS SO REAL FOR CRYING AND EATING MORE LIKE I TOO AM HUNGRY FOR A TASTE OF HOME ESPECIALLY AT TIMES WHEN IT FEELS SO FAR FROM ME

“Miya. What d'ya want to order?” “I’d like-“ “Hold up. Didn’t ya call this morning?”

samu recognizing the reader's voice >>>>>

Miya had even recognized the sniffles in your voice that you were fighting and drawn you another little cat.

he is so cute i cried a bit. need him in my arms rn

You can almost hear the smile in his voice when he says, “What’d I tell ya? I knew ya could do it.” There’s no container of sushi with a hand drawn cat this time, but there is a little note written on a napkin. It’s accompanied by an origami star. You don’t cry, exactly, but your eyes water up as you read the note. He’s proud of you. The star is to wish you luck on your continued journey. The knowledge that he’s proud - his own words - fuels you as you keep applying and interviewing, never letting rejection stop you.

HE IS THE MOST MAN TO EVER MAN NO MAN COULD EVER DARE TO ONE UP HIM FOR HE IS SO MAN THAT THE WORLD COWERS IN HIS MANNESS. he is just so cute and lovely i want to put him in my pocket and pat his head when the going gets tough

“Stop fishing for compliments,” he says, and your cheeks grow warm with delight. “Ya know ya aren’t.”

THE ONLY "YOURE NOT LIKE THE OTHERS" I WILL ACCEPT. but honestly any praise i get from samu will be praise i keep in the crevices and crannies of my heart and cranium like brain wrinkly to keep all the memories of samu like is there any other logical use for it??

“Stop clogging up the line cause ya miss me-“

shut up reader is the best part of your week aDMIT IT. You're hanging off the phone like a lovelorn teenager without a cell phone hanging around the house phone for a call from their s/o like i see the vision and the vision is pathetic samu

love love love this kissing you on the head, tucking you in soft and comfy sheets, freezing your pillows so theyre nice and cool, giving you a nice cup of your favorite drink you deserve love and patience thank you and have the nicest of days!!

Love love love you!! I have no way of expressing my gratitude or paying you back for this message is every writers dream 🫶 thank you so much angel, I hope your sleep is always restful and your food the perfect temperature <3

The universe does understand you love! Listening to waiting room to deal with feelings is so universal but trust me, everything will be alright.

I’m trying to get better at writing characters to be more human, which means fallible. It’s great that she’s still charming even if she isn’t always perfectly nice to everyone all the time!

Aw I get it too! I’m at a college far from home so I also feel the pangs of getting home cooked food. I think the only thing that can substitute for it is food that is all cooked with love, so sometimes my friends will make me dinner. I hope someone does that for you too!

And what if I said you’re his pocket good luck charm for when things get rough?

Help I totally forgot that it could come across that way when I wrote that line lol!

He is definitely lovesick!

I’m so sad I didn’t get to this earlier and now I’ll never know if you’ll see how much it meant to me but I’m cheering for you wherever you are even if you’ve forgotten about this ask!

#readers who see writers are people too >>>>#telling me I deserve love and patience made me feel all soft and warm #thank you friend ily

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Dear god he’s making macaroni and cheese and NO ONE CAN STOP HIM

Ah, one of the consequences of going through these in the order they come. Beep looked at the snacks, confused. "Those aren’t Mac and cheese..?" She thought, missing entirely where they were coming from. "I, made some awhile ago? I could make more if, anyone wants it, I guess?" Gremlin suggested hesitantly. "Eh…" The Matter grumbled. Food was the last thing on her mind.

"Yeah, fair." Gremlin nodded to her non-answer. "Don't really think anyone's hungry. Er, not that, the snacks aren't nice." Reverie backpedaled, not wanting to make his brother or his friend feel bad. "We… didn't really think anyone would want them." Luna responded, glancing away. "Just needed a distraction…" Beep figured. "Yeah…" The puff and Dream Demon conceded in unison.

Making eye contact with his niece, Gremlin continued. "…we're here for you. Both of you. Just, seemed like we were in the way for a bit." He explained. "I think Deeds-Dedede, probably wanted you in the way, heh…" Beep nervously attempted a joke, but her uncle didn't take it like one. "He, honestly, he seemed like he didn't." He thought. The Matter's only answer to that was to squint at him in question.

"I think he was pissed with me for making him take a break. He didn't want to leave you alone after he'd told you he believes in you, y'know?" Gremlin elaborated. "He was getting scared though, you could feel it." Beep pointed out, narrowing her eye further. "Oh he was, I'm not denying that. Just cause it was better for his health to take a break doesn't mean he can't still be mad at me for it." The Dream Demon replied. "Hmm…" The Matter hummed, not entirely sure how to feel about that.

"Don't you ever get mad at someone when they're right, but you wish they weren't?" Her uncle asked her, knowing he'd personally felt that way. "Like you right now." Beep answered, taking him by surprise. "Ah. Yeah, that's… that's fair." Gremlin conceded, sheepish. Seeing an opportunity to lighten the mood like his daughter had wanted, Reverie leaned in. "Not often that you're the one who's right, huh, Grem?" He taunted. "Harassing me." The Dream Demon quickly replied, frowning in an exaggerated way that made it clear it was for show.

"Well, what else am I supposed to do!!" Beep exclaimed, leaning into the teasing. It was better than thinking about how she'd scared the king. "Respect me as your fun cool uncle?" Gremlin proposed. "That's not as fun." Reverie expressed, his brother giving him a faux gasp at the audacity. "Whoa, Rev can be right sometimes too??" The Matter jokingly asked. "Hey, no, bully him instead-" The Dream Fae insisted.

"Join me, brother." Gremlin demanded in a theatrically menacing voice. "No-" Reverie started to protest, having to stop to laugh. "I can do both, c’mon Luna join the winning side-" The Matter turned to her. "Luna, please-" The Dream Demon begged her. The puff, who'd been enjoying seem them mess around, grinned. "Why wouldn't I join the winning side?" Luna questioned. "Pity?" The Dream Fae spoke up making her snicker.

"NO PITY POINTS FOR YOU-" Beep shouted, only making Luna laugh more. "Ha! Right, that's not enough." She agreed. "You would betray me in my own home?" Gremlin dramatically accused. "Absolutely!" Was the puff's cheerful response. "I can't believe you've done this-" The Dream Demon bemoaned before Beep raised her voice again. "My House Now." She declared. "Noooooooooooooooo." Her uncle wailed. For the moment, they could just be themselves. It was their break, too.

From another room, between deep breaths, Dedede heard the muffled sounds of the rest playing around. He sighed. She wasn't as broken up by his weakness as he'd feared she would be. And she was clearly in good hands. It was what she deserved, but she still deserved so much more. Just a few more minutes and he'd continue towards getting her there.

#ic #ask #anon #Beep #Gremlin #Reverie #Luna #Dedede

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dinofelissnow1985 · 7 months

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Of Birds and Butterflies

by DinofelisSnow1985

Chapter 11

When Red woke up from Sans softly calling his name, he knew immediately, that he'd gotten sick again. His skull was pounding and he felt hot and cold and uncomfortable.

He blinked blearily at Sans before turning his head away with a groan.

Sans frowned, worried. He understood as soon as he touched Red's burning forehead.

"Do you want something?" he asked, quietly to not aggravate Red's headache.

Red gave the smallest headshake, not only because of the neckbrace.

Sans frowned. "You need to eat something, Cherry. Would you try some soup? Please?"

If Sans had been an Alpha he could've just made Red eating something, but despite being in a kind of authorative position over Red as a Beta, Sans stayed patient and gentle with him, trying to convince him with reason to try and eat. Red was eternally grateful for this.

"C'n try," he slurred, giving in to Sans' gentle insistence.

Sans smiled and almost leaned in to kiss Red on his head, but got a hold of himself just in time. Instead he stroke his hand over Red's cranium and got up. "I tell Blue. You just rest and let yourself be pampered by us."

Red didn't reply.

Sans gave Red's head a last pat before leaving for the kitchen.

The small Omega didn't know how much time had passed when Sans came back, soup bowl in hands. He knelt down beside the bed and put his hand on Red's forehead to get his attention.

"Heya, buddy. I'm back. How are you feeling?"

"Tired," was the mumbled answer.

Sans smiled sympathetically. "I'll let you rest soon. But you need to eat first."

The first two or three spoons of soup were a struggle for Red, but then his body accepted the food and eating became easier.

When the bowl was empty and Red declined a second helping, Sans got a cool washcloth, wiped Red's feverish face and put it on his forehead.

Red sighed in relief, shut his eyes and was out like a light.

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Later in the night a bloodcurdling scream rang through the silent house, tearing everyone from Sleep's embrace.

While Blue checked on Saphy, Sans teleported into Red's room.

The Omega was crying in his sleep, stammering apologies and pleads for mercy while tossing and turning.

Just as Sans decided to immobilize Red with blue Magic and try to wake him from his nightmare, he heard an unmistakable snap and a cry of pain.

At least the pain made Red jolting awake. Sans was at his side in an instant, gently petting his skull and reassuring him that he was safe, that it just had been a bad dream.

It took a few minutes for Red to calm down enough to comprehend what was going on and what was said to him.

"Red, i heard something snap. Can you tell if anything hurts?" Sans asked.

Red took stock of himself focusing on where there might be a fresh pain that wasn't there before. Carefully he made small movements with his limbs, until he found something.

"Feels like i snapped mah left collarbone an' da first rib. You would hafta look, i can't move 'nough."

Sans nodded and carefully peeled back the button up pj shirt Red wore, to take a look.

Yep, the collarbone was positively broken in two, as well as the first rib, and the second had a fresh crack.

Sans fished his phone from his pocket and went to his contacts.

"What'cha doin'," Red asked. "Calling Tori," was the reply.

Red frowned nervous. "But it's da middle of da night. We shouldn't disturb 'er."

Sans gave him a deadpan look. "My dear Cherry pop, you just snapped your collarbone and a rib and fractured another one just because of a nightmare. Tori will have my skull if i'd wait until tomorrow and let you be in pain longer than necessary. Nope. I call her and go get her, so she can fix your broken shoulder."

Before Red could protest, Sans had pressed the call button and waited for the former queen to answer. After it rang several times, the call was answered by a sleepy voice, asking, "who's there?"

"Sorry, this isn't a knock knock joke."

"Sa- *yawn* Sans? What happened, my dear friend?"

Sans looked at Red. "Sorry for waking you, Tori. But Red had a nightmare and hurt himself during his thrashing. I'm coming to pick you up."

"Okay, i'll be ready, my friend," came the, suddenly wide awake, answer.

Sans ended the call and ported away, only to return the next moment, holding Toriel's hand.

The old goat monster shook the disorientation off and came over to the bed. "Hello Red. Sans told me you got hurt?"

Red nervously avoided her gaze. "'M sorry ta bother ya, ya majesty. I could've waited until mornin'."

"No Red, no. It's okay. Really. I rather you telling me right away when you need help, than suffer unnecessarily. Please don't apologize. It's fine, promise."

The emotional strain of the nightmare and its aftermath had tears forming in Red's Eye Sockets. He was still shaken by his bad dream and the fears of his past haunted him.

Sans knelt down at the head of the bed and stroke Red's head to comfort him, while Tori inspected the fresh injuries.

Carefully she put the bones back together and fused them with her Healing Magic, so they were stable.

Under the warm, caring intend in Tori's Magic Red fell asleep, purring softly.

Toriel turned to Sans. "I think it's better if someone would stay with him for the rest of the night."

Sans nodded. "Sure Tori. Just let me get you back home. Thanks for your help. It's really apprecciated."

Toriel smiled softly. "Anytime, my friend. Anytime."

Sans ported her back to her place and told Blue, after returning home.

All three of them spent the rest of the night in Red's room, Saphy snuggled up to Red's side, Blue camping in a sleeping bag and Sans sitting at Red's other side, leaning against the headboard and holding Red's hand.

If he felt a little stiff in the morning it was his business alone.

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