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sneaky-or-luckyfox · 1 year

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How To Turn A Bad Day Into A Good Night

Ghost x oc

So I am writing a Cod fanfic with an oc I made, and sometimes, if an idea comes to me, I'll write it down and focus on that for a while, but this... is too cute and wholesome not to share...despite ghost almost beating someone to death and even if it not finished

My OC's name is Crow, and she has a crow named Loki. That's all you need to know about her for now :)

Also, one more side note I've never shared anything like this kind of stuff yet, so I don't know if people will like it, so I am gonna be nervous? and sorry, one more thing I know no one gonna give a fuck about this, but I am Disxelict... :| I have a thing that makes it so I mix up letters and shit! NOW READ! and enjoy <3

Crow was racing to find someone, anyone. She had tears running down her face, and some bullies took her mask. Ghost and Price were walking down the hallway. They both saw her running ahead. Ghost caught her as she was running past “Crow, why are you crying,” Price asked “And where’s your mask” Ghost asked. Crow still crying and trying to catch her breath “They…called me names and…and told me I wasn’t *sniff* good enough to be here. Th-th..then they ripped my mask off my face and passed it around to one another while I tried to get it back” “WHO!?” Ghost asked, getting angry. “Ghost calm down Crow is already worked up we need to calm her-” Ghost was gone. “down” Crow was still crying. Price sighed and looked at Crow. “Wanna hug kiddo” Crow nodded as she whipped a tier from her eye. Price gave her a hug. Crow mumbled something into his shoulder. What? She looked up at him and said up? *Sniff* please? Price looked down at her. She was like a child looking up at her father for comfort. He gave in and picked her up. Gave in and picked her up and brought her to her room. He set her on her bed and set her down and he sat next to her. “Are you feeling better kiddo?” She whipped another tier from her face “I guess” Crow said. The new rookies are rude. She whispered. Wait, the new Recruits did this. Price said. Crow nodded with a whine. Price rubbed his face and looked up and said “Typical Recruits” know stay here while I go find Ghost before that poor soul gets killed by that lad. Crow flopped her head on her pillow and gave a thumbs up.

When Crow explained what happened to her, Ghost wanted to teach those new recruits a lesson for hurting his sweet little angels. Ghost’s eyes burned with rage as he walked down the hallway. He was like an angry demon after hearing some demon clip her wings. As Ghost was walking down the hallway Soap and Gaz were coming into the barracks. Move Ghost said to them, and they did. Ghost was going on Soap asked, “Some Rookie were being rude to Crow and took her mask.” Soap and Gaz looked at each other as the ghost left them. 20 bucks say Ghost beats the crap of the rookie who took Crow’s mask Gaz said with a smile. Soap gave Gaz a look. “Gaz…I am not gonna make a bet with you that I know I’ll lose. Also, this is Ghost we’re talking about of course he is gonna win.”

Ghost found a group of rookies, one was waving Crow’s mask around like he just won a game. “Hey rookie, where'd you get that mask?” “Some chick, why do you care” Some of the other rookies were getting scared “Dude that’s Lieutenants Riley aka Ghost.” One guy whispered to the guy with the mask. “Just because he wears a dumb skull mask doesn’t mean he's better than everyone here.” “That's not why I wear the mask you fucking bastard give me that mask you have there.” Ghost was trying to resolve this peacefully but the urge to punch this fucker was getting very close to happening. “And if I don't," the rookie said with a smirk. “You’re gonna regret crossing paths with me, " Ghost said.

“Hmm… whoops,” he said dropping the masked ghost watch as it dropped to the floor it didn’t break but the mask got a chip in it. Ghost picked it up and noticed Gaz and Soap behind him turned to them. “Soap holds this for me will ya.” Soap looked at him and asked, "What are you gonna do?” knowing what was about to happen, the Ghost took a deep breath “WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE FROM THE START.” Ghost said, turning as he landed a punch on this guy. Now a circle started to form around them as they fought. Soap and Gaz heard a sigh behind them.

“Da- captain aren’t you gonna do something like break them up.” Gaz said looking between the fight and Price. “I should but…that rookie had it coming though. But I am also wanting to see if Ghost is gonna stop or beat him till he’s dead.” If he does the second one I will. Soap felt a tug on his shirt “Hmm? Oh! hey, Crow you alright?” Crow had grabbed a gator that she used to wear She didn’t say anything, just looked at her mask and back up at Soap “Oh, right here Ghost got it back for ya,” she looked up from her hands to Soap and softly said, "Where is he?”

“Where do you think he is, kiddo?” Price said. she looked towards the middle of the circle. He was beating up that guy you started making fun of her and took her mask. She watched as he did. Ghost caught a glimpse of her look, he then looked rookie and dropped him, and walked away towards her.

Price's eyes followed Ghost, he could help but smirk at him. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Crow left while Price had some bring that poor soul to the nurse and talk to the rookies about what happened before the fight and after the fight.

They went to Crow’s room. She put her mask on her desk and curled up in a ball on her bed. Ghost sat down in her bed and scooped back to the wall next to her. Gaz took her chair at her desk and sat down on it backward, and Soap sat on the floor. Gaz was playing music thru Crow’s speaker while Ghost had started rubbing Crow’s back while Soap held her hand. She wanted to hold someone's hand and Soap’s hand was the one she grabbed. “Hey, there’s a carnival in town, and we get in free. It might be fun,” Gaz said Crow sat up when she heard carnival. I love Carnival! She said, letting go of Soap’s hand. That could be fun, I’m in. Soap said. I guess I’ll come, Ghost said, “Prices came into the room Ghost I wanna talk to you.”

Everyone watched as Ghost got up and left with Price. They left and the others just stayed in silence, until Gaz said, “So the carnival is a yes for everyone.” Soap and Crow nodded then Loki flew and landed next to her. She started to pet the crow.

After a while, Price came back with Ghost. Ghost sat back down in his spot. Price leaned in the doorway with his arms crossed. “I heard you lot are going to the carnival in town. Mind if I join?” He asked. Sure said Gaz as everyone side-eyed Ghost.

If you want more I’ll give ya more just need to know if others like it too!

#task force 141 #ghost x oc #simon ghost riley #modern warfare2 fanfiction #modern warfare2 ghost #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #modern warfare 2 oneshot #wholesome #cute

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limoneads · 1 year

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who are your top three favorite game of thrones characters and why?

i spent wayyyy to much time thinking about my little dudes. this took me like four hours because i kept going back and deleting because i couldn't decide on them oops. i know it's taken me literally forever to answer this, but i've been thinkin thoughts in my car. and i'm going to go by book only characters from the first two in the series bc i like the way they're characterized a lot more and they're the ones i'm most familiar with. i also want you to know that i'm incredibly incoherent

jon snow. i know i'm basic for this one. i know i am. but he's the game of thrones version of an anime protagonist. i think that this is extremely funny- in one chapter, he crushes a frozen lemon with his fist and it's never elaborated on again (??? what was the reason for this??), he has a literal albino pet wolf who's name is ghost :) who he loves very much, he's fiercely protective over his friends and new brothers and also just, like, a good dude?? he just tries to stand up for what's right, and in a world where pretty much every character is just trying to get more political power, it's a refreshing choice. i'd also like to mention that he's fourteen at the start of the books, and he gets to be an all around edgy westerosi teen, but he's also just a good kid and i think that's so lovely of him. there's a line of him showing his cool new sword to his wolf and he goes something like "look it's you :)" bc his broskis made him a new pommel in the shape of a wolfs head!! absolute lovely moment. every so often, you're reminded he's just some kid. he loves his family so much and i'm sad that he only gets a few scenes with them at the beginning of the book. okay, by family i mean arya, but they're really cute. he's really close with his little (half) sister arya and messes up her hair a lot. he gives her a sword as a parting gift :) and they're kinda the closest sibling pair in the stark family because they look the most like their dad and are often the ones most at odd with catelyn, their mom (but not his mom biologically. his dad, at the end of a war, just brought back a baby and was like "this is my son" and she hasn't been able to love jon ONCE). you kinda get the feeling that she's the only one who never judged him for being a bastard while still understanding what it means. they're relationships is just cute. you also get really banger character moments that i still think about, like him getting drunk at the fantasy version of the thanksgiving kids table and then yelling and crying at his uncle that he's "never going to father a bastard". or when he threatened to kill some dude in his sleep with his giant pet wolf for being mean to the new guy, sam. i'll admit his chapters are a bit boring in the sense that it's not a lot of stuff that happens plotwise for like the first 40%ish, but i got excited every time it was his turn to get a pov bc it's mostly him with his bros in the nights watch, being a weird snarky emo boy and i- i love him sm.

i debated heavily on wether it should be robb or catelyn stark. they're pretty conjoined in my mind though, so i just put them both in a giant paragraph. but i'm gonna start with cat because she's one of the most complex characters in the books to me. cat is kinda in her flop era for like the first ten percent of the first book. she's horrifically abusive to jon snow, the bastard son of her husband, because she views him both as a threat to *her* children and as a reminder of her relationships pitfalls with her husband. her motherhood and her grief are central to her as character themes, as well as her preoccupation with duty and honor. i'm now going to take this time to talk about my son, robb stark and the genetic eldest daughter syndrome they both have. cat grew up as lady of her house, her mother dying and leaving her to take up a maternal role in her household. she got betrothed to her husbands brother when she was twelve and never complained because she was trying to do what she thought she was supposed to do. "i always did my duty". something similar happens to her son when his father, cats husband, leaves with his two daughters to be an advisor to the king at the time. i think it's mentioned that, despite being the heir to winterfell, his family's giant castle, no one had ever seriously taught him about ruling a place like that?? which. okay. he's already thrust into taking up a paternal role to take care of his remaining siblings. he loses his mother for a time. when bran is in a coma, she shuts everyone out, focusing on taking care of her son. in doing so, she neglects to care for her two other children, robb and baby rickon. this leaves robb alone, now without his mother to guide him (he's also like 15 at this point) he's now ruling winterfell and acting as a father to his youngest sibling. she actually does leave when someone tries to kill bran with a dagger- seeking justice out for her son. the goes on a little journey (which is like most of her journey in the books but i'm glossing over it because it was kinda boring rip), and when she comes back she takes incredible psychic damage from seeing her son having grown up so fast. and i'm like, babes you're responsible for this. she always is so taken aback by how old he's starting to look. he grows a weird teen boy beard and she takes psychic damage. she's basically his biggest political advisor in his campaign as king in the north. maybe my thoughts aren't that complicated on that, but they both adhere so strictly to a code of honor and duty- it makes me mentally ill. and to know that it gets robb killed!!! they change this up in the show, and it isn't until the third book but knowing that robb betrayed his political alliance bc he made a mistake by sleeping with a girl and then marrying her the next morning bc it was the right thing to do and sticking by her?? the parallels with him and his dad... i feel like evaporated milk.

howland reed. i can't really explain this one so much. never actually shows up in the books but has inexplicably strong dilf energy. one of like three good dads in the entire series. absolute unit on the basketball court. more fun in my head than cannon. if hbo ever does a roberts rebellion prequel i will have my ass parked in front of that tv screen so fast you won't even believe

and now i ask who your favorite three star trek characters are. thank for trying to teach me how to do the things on the tumblr :)

#asoiaf #this ended up being so long #i apologize

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princess-pill-enjoyer · 2 years

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I took 100 around 5ish cause my grandma came over and I thought I seemed off cause I wasn't being as bubbly as usual. It did help some. I wanted more but it was purely for that purpose and i didn't want to risk them noticing I was high. I also talked out an ongoing problem between me and my best friend. It was really good actually. But we did touch on some shit with differences between how she treats me now and how she was before and it's got me feeling. Hurt. Ngl. Really hurt. So to avoid crying the whole night I'm going to be taking 300-400 so I have a harder time thinking on it

AFTERMATH

I ended up taking 350. Well. 350 cause I'm not counting the 100 I took earlier in the day. That was for the most part nonexistent by the time I got to taking the bulk of it. I was planning on keeping to the lowest amount possible so I started with 150 and took 100 more as I thought it was needed. Though uh. I ended up crying anyway so plan didn't work out amazingly. Just like.. I hate that while her and her girlfriend are happy and they got what they wanted I'm still longing for something I can't have you know? I'm sure she doesn't even miss the days of us talking 24/7 cause she can just fill that with her partner but me? I can't. It's never as fun with anyone else.

Uh. Well I think that should go into notes but. Whatever that's there now lol

Right now I'm feeling kinda lightheaded and loose. I feel like I'm just like. Flopping over the place. And I'm tired. Not super tired but. I could definitely stay in bed all day if I really wanted to. My heart's been a little sore these last few days too actually. It was a lot worse yesterday before I started taking more but now it's not that bad. It's like.. semi hurting now but not really. And uh I dunno how to explain it but like. I feel like it's not like it ain't even beating really. Not to say it should be pounding or anything. I know that ain't great either. But I can't feel it at alllll. I wonder if that means something

Talking is kinda hard. The wittier part of my speaking is lowkey gone for the moment. Everything is a little slower mentally so by the time I think of something it's already onto the next thing. Ig? Prolly not the best description

I am real sleepy and I feel kinda out of it. I'm sure its cause of the jump from my max doses being like 200 lately and just skipping straight to 350. That and I drunk a monster with it so.. doesn't help lmao. I'm gonna be resisting the urge for more for the time being cause this state is really annoying and I don't want to risk going back to sleeping all day and only waking up for more pills

This is a afterthought I wrote the aftermath at around 2ish and it's now 6. I'm still pretty okay with not getting high tonight as the stress of thinking about all that mess and crying had triggered some depersonalization. Well. I call it brain fog.

It's not uncommon for me tbh. Even before I got back to benadryl I did this. Ig it's just my brains way of keeping me from stressing/crying endlessly on shit that won't change. I mean... it works. I can't really think period when I'm like this. I don't know how to describe it.

It's like I'm here in person and I know how to get through all the basic shit I do in a day, but me as a person isn't there. Like. Most conversations I'll have I will pretty much parrot things I'd usually say in that situation. Though it's really hard once it goes outside of shit I've already said or heard about in the past cause thinking up specific responses is really difficult. It takes me a lot longer and requires a lot of focus. So usually I just avoid speaking where I can when I'm like this.

But that being said me being basically a shell of myself for the moment I don't think it'd be a good idea to mix a deliriant into it. I don't hallucinate when I'm on it or anything but it does make thinking harder. So it really wouldn't make any sense to mix my already barely thinking brain with pills that also make it hard to think.

It's been okay today. The brain fog has stopped me from being so upset about how things worked out and my perception of time is gone so today has been breezing by. I kinda want to take a nap tho

NOTES/EMOTIONAL SHIT

Lots of shit just happened all at once. Stepped in dog piss soon as I woke up and discovered that she also shit right next to my bed. This ofc wss after barely getting any sleep. And I also have 4 first degree burns on my lip so that's fun. This is on top of me catching my fucking shirt on fire yesterday. I already wanted to bury myself and cry

It really didn't help that we had company today. I just wanted to get high and sleep but I had to pretend like I was happy and excited. Which led me to take that first dose

Uh now it is. Semi better. I was having some issue with my bsf feeling distant lately but we talked it out and it feels like a huge weight off my shoulders. I'm glad me and her were able to get everything out without it being an argument. It's a real rarity sometimes you know? I feel like for most it has to hit the fan where talking about it is unavoidable and I guess it semi did. But I dunno like. We just casually were talking about stuff and it made me feel really happy.

But even with that being said it did come up how she treats me vs how she did. And she did bring uo that her girlfriend wasn't comfortable with how we were before and it's like. A flip switched for her. I dunno if she says it cause she know she's supposed to or if she means it but either way. It stings a lot. On one hand I'm really happy that she's so upfront and blunt about it now. It makes things a lot less confusing. It still kinda is but. Nowhere near as much. And I love that she just lays it out instead of like. Hopscotching over it like I feel like everyone else does. But seeing how different she treats me and how vocal she is about her girlfriend now being her first choice over me just. Really hurts. I dunno how to word it so she doesn't sound like an ass. Cause she's in the right entirely. And I'm glad as long as she's glad I prefer that she just makes thing black and white as possible. But it just. Really sucks that I got dropped just like that. And I'm sitting here feeling the same way I have for a... looong time now while she's completely moved on from it and calls her girlfriend her wife

It makes me feel really bitter towards her at times. Cause on one hand, its really frustrating that she had to tell her girlfriend that she'd treat her like she treated me. So she KNOWS it was good and she knows we had fun and she's just. That part of our friendship is just gone now for me. I hate it. It makes me so angry. Why couldn't I be enough you know? And why did i get the short end of the stick? Theyre both happy now and im stuck here holding back tears just reminiscing on the past. And it makes me even more frustrated that im just. On my own on that stuff. I can't talk to her about it and I really don't want anyone else in that way. The thought of replacing her is. Nonexistent.

Yeah uh. I dunno. I won't tell her any of this cause she feels guilty enough for retracting her feelings for me after I've already fell for her and shit but. It just. I wish things were different. I want her to be happy but I wish I could be happy as a result of it too. And I feel so horrible at times. There's days i get so jealous I wish that her girlfriend would just. Evaporate. I just want things to be back to how they were. I miss it so much.

There's this small hope that me showing that I won't like. Hate her for this and I continue being just as good of a friend to her as I always have, maybe if someday things don't work out she'll see me. But then it makes me wonder. Am I okay being her second choice? Is that really being the second choice anyway? But I feel bad for even thinking that. I want her to be happy and I know if things go wrong between her and her girlfriend she's gonna be crushed.

i just hate that thought things were mutual and she said it wss. Then completely flipped the script and left me here on my own. This is my very first love and it's just. Wild. That I'm navigating it on my own. And I feel stupid honestly. I've only been on one relationship in my life and I thought that was love cause I was so tore up about it for so long. Tho as i got older i saw more and more that our relationship was nothing but me being emotional support for him. But now that I'm seeing what it actually is I just. I hate it. It felt. Magical. When I thought things would work out in the way I thought it would. But as more and more time goes on I feel like I'm golfing onto something that doeent exist anymore and it makes me feel like an idiot. Why do I keep misreading things this hard? Why am i always left on my own by then end of it? And it makes me not want this sort of thing period. I couldn't imagine how badly I'd hurr off of losing someone that actually did love me in that way but loses the feelings within the relationship. I don't want to experience anything near this hurt again. It's so confusing and I feel so lost

Sigh. I swear. Whenever this whole love shit comes up I ramble so much. It's never fully satisfying. I always feel like I'm not expressing things correctly and it frustrates me so much. I just want to cry and go to sleep. And atp. I'm tired of writing about it. I just don't want to think anymore.

#dph #benadryl #dph addiction #diphenhydramine #vent #trip reports #excessively long

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thesoundofmadness · 2 years

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Here's another fic owo. Also idk how to share the A03 link, but my profile is The-Master-of-Song

Howard hears the door open and lifts up his head. "Finally!" He groans out. Randy slowly walks into the room.

"Took you long enough!" Howard says to him. "I've been waiting all day!"

Randy doesnt respond with his usual "i'm sorry" or give Howard an excuse as to why it took so long. He doesn't respond at all. He just gives Howard a frightened look and walks upstairs. For some reason, he was still wearing the ninja suit.

Howard quickly follows him. They go to his bedroom. Randy takes a seat at his desk. He stares down at the floor, wide eyed.

"What the juice, Cunningham?!" Howard almost yells. "First you take hours to fight some mcfist bot, then you ignore me?!"

Randy just stares down at his hands. He looks.... scared, horrified even. Howard examines his hands. There were.... dark red splotches all over his hands, covering the black of the suit yet hiding in the red accents.

"Cunningham! Did you get hurt again?! Oh why didn't you tell me?!"

Howard turns around. Randy's breathing becomes heavier. He sounds like he's wheezing for air like he can't breathe at all. Tears start to drip out of his eyes.

"I.... it...." he starts to say.

"Woah, hey, Randy. No need to cry." Howard's tone of voice immediately changes from annoyed anger to comfort. Whatever happened must have been bad for Randy to start crying. "Look, i'll be right back, okay? I'm just gonna go get the first aid kit. Just take a few deep breaths."

Randys chest feels tight. His body feels like lead. His stomach keeps flip flopping like he wants to vomit. The tears won't stop flowing into his eyes. The words won't come out.

"It.... it isn't.... mine...." He says slowly.

Howard freezes. "....What?"

Randy goes quiet. He starts shaking. He felt hot, too hot to be wearing the suit. But he can't bring himself to move.

"Randy, what do you mean it isn't yours?" Howard asks. "It has to be yours!"

"No it.... Mc-McFist.... he g-got in the way and I...."

Howard stares for him at a minute, confused. “But the blood…. Oh… Oh…. Oh…! C-Cunningham you didn’t-”

"I-I tried to fix it!!!" Randy cries out. "I tried!! I tried too!! But.... I...."

"Slice knowing ya!"

The sword slices through the robot with ease. Suddenly, he hears a scream. He draws back his sword as the metal clashes against the floor. The tip of the sword is covered in red.

"Shansty! What’s this red stuff?" He can’t help but poke it. "It's sticky! What kind of robot has red sticky stuff in it?" He wipes it on his chest, spreading it. "Oh don't tell me this is the goo thing again!"

He looks down at the robot. More red stuff was gushing out. He can't help but notice another robot arm inside, a suit, and.....

He takes a step back. His eyes widen in realization.

That robot wasn't just a robot, it had McFist inside of it. How could he forget that? And when he sliced open the robot, he.... The red goo isn't goo, but...

The sword drops out of his hand and clashes onto the floor. He suddenly can't move. He can't talk. He can't breathe. His stomach flips over twice. McFist is dead. McFist is dead. He killed him. He killed him.

The Ninja Nomicon begins to buzz. He hears loud footsteps coming closer. His body begins to move without him telling it too. He jumps out the window.

"But.... but he tried to kill me first!" Randy cries out after minutes of silence. "He.... he sent dozens of robots after me.... He kidnapped me to kill me.... I.... I was just defending myself...."

He looks towards Howard for something, anything. But Howard is just frozen in shock.

Randy suddenly falls to the ground, and screams. Screams louder than ever before. And just starts sobbing, repeating "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry" over and over and over again.

It's been a few hours now since it happened. Howard has gone home, unable to process that his friend actually.... Randy stares blankly at the ceiling. The house is quiet. His room is pitch black.

And he can't feel anything.

No sadness, no remorse, not even anger. Just empty.

It would be a lie if he had said he hadn't wondered what it was like to be a murderer, to end a person's life with your own hands. When he imagined it, he expected.... Something. Any sense of guilt, fear, paranoia, possibly even a rush of adrenaline. Not this empty, numb feeling.

Surely Viceroy had found McFist's body by now. He doesn't know where Viceroy was when it happened. How will he react? Horrified, confused, angry, maybe? There's no way he wouldn't know the Ninja did it. Would he send a robot after him in revenge? Or maybe.... maybe he's on the ninja's side on this one. McFist had been as cruel to Viceroy as he had to anyone else, maybe even more since he was his right hand man. Would he go to the public with this, or would he keep it to himself? One way or another, the public is gonna find out McFist is dead, but unless Viceory or McFist's wife says something, there's no way the public will find out it was the ninja who did it. The public can't know their protector is a murderer, can they?

What about Howard? Randy would never lay a hand on his best friend, just the memory of having to fight him as the tengu makes him sick, but..... Would they stop being friends? Randy can't imagine a life without Howard there by his side. He doesn't want to. But Howard… he left so suddenly. Usually he would just spend the night, or at the very least tell Randy he’s leaving. But this time, he just left without a sound. And, Howard can't be friends with a murderer, can he?

And the Nomicon.... The Nomicon was shocked. It tried to urge him to use the Art of Heal on McFist, but he jumped out the window before he could do anything. What would it do with him? Maybe it will force him to give up the mask and mind wipe him, making him forget he ever did it. He didn't mean to do it, but.... the Ninja can't be a murderer, can he?

He finds there's a part of him that was.... glad it happened. Glad he was the one to do it. After all, McFist did try to kill him not only that time, but so many times before Randy lost count. He put not only him in danger, but the entire city. He did his job by taking down McFist. Now, hopefully, the robots would stop attacking him. He can sleep peacefully knowing there's nothing out to kill him. What was this feeling, catharsis? It felt.... oddly better than anything he's ever felt. Like his revenge had been served.

Kinda a shame McFist had his last words ever said to him be a stupid pun, though.

#rc9gn #randy cunningham #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #randy cunningham ninth grade ninja #ask to tag

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butmakeitgayblog · 3 years

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City of Angels: Just a Little Doped Up

Also available on AO3

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Lexa ached seeing her wife in pain.

Ached.

The weeks leading up to the big day had left Lexa feeling emotionally drained; a jittery ball of nerves bouncing from one room of their apartment to the next, testing out any and every remedy she could come up with to alleviate her wife's discomfort. Weeding through half-hearted protests of, "I'm fine," and diligently argued pleas of, "I'll do it later," Lexa clawed, begged, borrowed, and stole her way to this particular finish line.

After a month of grumbled fights and empty threats of a contentious divorce if Clarke didn't stop rescheduling, Lexa could only manage a haphazard sigh at being on the receiving end of her wife's icy glare when they'd finally led her away.

Because Clarke had eventually agreed to the procedure, albeit with an air of begrudging resignation, having spent the days leading up to the appointment grumpily preparing Lexa for what to expect.

And she thought she did know what to expect. Lexa had fully anticipated the swollen cheeks and glazed eyes that greeted her when the nurse had called her back. She'd expected the blood tinted dribble of drool that leaked from the lax hang of her wife's mouth. Even the wobbly chin and glistening sheen of tears upon seeing her again didn't lead Lexa to think a single thing was amiss.

But this?

She certainly hadn't anticipated this.

"Who the hell is that?"

"Pardon?" Lexa mumbled in return as she continued to read through the clipboard in her hands, a sigh escaping her at the fifth question in a row.

"I thaaaid," Clarke pushed out with a glassy roll of her eyes, "who the hell is that?"

Slowly dragging her eyes up for a moment Lexa flashed a pleading, yet overly-saccharine, look of love at her wife.

"Clarke?" she said as sweetly as she could manage.

"Hu?"

"Shhh. Just for a little bit, okay?"

Lexa watched an affronted frown pull at her wife's lips, cheeks stuffed with enough gauze to render any threat from the look quite moot. Shooting the disgruntled love of her life another smile, Lexa turned back to the discharge sheet she'd been attempting to fill out.

"Is she always this… lively?"

A cough of laughter jumped from Lexa's chest as she dotted the final 'i' in her last name. Handing the clipboard back to the waiting nurse, Lexa grinned over at the woman now fighting through a series of torturous looking blinks.

"You have no idea," she whispered. "But this is rare form, for sure. You'd think a doctor would-"

"Oh no," the nurse, Monroe, interrupted, shaking her head ruefully as she moved to slip the clipboard in its holder. "Doctors make the worst patients. If they're not pulling the MD card on you, they--"

"Heeey you. C'mere."

"-- Act like a fool?" Lexa finished for her, tossing an exasperated look toward the caregiver in charge.

Turning to the sound of her wife's call, Lexa had to swallow the urge to laugh. Despite Clarke's best attempt at what Lexa knew to be her sultry voice of seduction, the growing puddle of spittle escaping the loose sling of her mouth was enough to kill any hope of that particular mood.

"Yes, my love?" she soothed anyway, rolling the wheeled stool she sat on over to catch her wife's searching hand. "You feeling okay?"

"Yeah," Clarke hummed, her words sticky, and slow, and slurred. "There's thit in my mouf."

"It's gauze, sweetheart," Lexa said, leaning down to press the whisper of a kiss to the swollen curve of Clarke's jaw. "You had your wisdom teeth taken out."

"They took my teef?!"

Seeing the flash of indignant anger in Clarke's eyes, Lexa immediately moved to intercept Clarke's free hand that had sluggishly tried, and failed, to fly up to her mouth.

"You asked them to, remember? They were hurting you."

Clarke shook her head, her eyes turning watery along with her words. "I wouldn't do that."

"I promise ya, hun," the nurse chuckled as she moved to Clarke's other side. "You did."

"But I hate doctorth."

"Amen, sister," Monroe hummed as she took Clarke's wrist and did a final check of her vitals.

Lexa watched as Clarke's eyes seemed to spin in their sockets for a moment before landing on her again, a smile blooming on Lexa's lips at her wife's adorable befuddlement.

"I lub you," Clarke slurred with doe-eyed conviction, picking her head up just to have it fall back a second later. Letting her wandering gaze loop around to her opposite side, baby-blues turned to the nurse instead. "I lub her, ya know."

"I should hope so," the nurse grinned as she placed Clarke's hand back down. "Otherwise the whole marriage thing would be kinda awkward."

"Yeah," Clarke said in a lazy sigh. "That'd be weird… Like we were straight--."

"Okay, Clarke," Lexa tried, shooting Monroe an apologetic smile. "Why don't we just-"

"But I'm in lub with her," she rolled on, pausing for a moment to noisily smack her obviously numb lips. "She's an angel, ya know?"

"She seems like it."

"No. No," Clarke shook her head defiantly. "You don't get it."

Releasing a nervous laugh, Lexa squeezed the hand in her grip in warning. "Clarke--"

"She's an angel. Like with the flappy wingth one. A halo and… 'N a harp, I think. Birkenstockth."

"Well those are certainly all words," Monroe smiled down at the babbling patient.

"She fell down a cliff to lub me," Clarke crooned in high-pitched broken words, her lip starting to tremble again with emotion.

Running a soothing hand through blonde hair, Lexa shook her head at the nurse holding back laughter as she stood to lean over her doped-up wife. "Clarke, sweetheart, shhhh, okay? We're gonna be going home in a minute, so just rest. If you talk too much, the swelling will be worse."

"Thee, look," Clarke said, ignoring Lexa entirely as she flopped a hand in the general direction of Lexa's face. "She's still got a lil thcar on her eye... I kith it when she's thleeping."

Head rolling back towards the nurse, Clarke looked up with a deadpan warning.

"Don't tell her that though."

"It'll be our little secret," Monroe winked before moving toward the door. "Okay, Mrs. Griffin, I'm gonna go get you the rest of your aftercare info and a wheelchair, and then you can get this one home."

Lexa breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Thanks, Monroe."

"No problem, just sit tight."

The door clicked shut as the woman left, Lexa taking her seat again to fire off a text to Raven to let her know they'd be done soon. A hush fell over the room as she slid her phone back into her pocket before lifting her head… and seeing her wife glaring daggers at the closed door.

"What?"

Blue eyes rolled to her with what Lexa supposed could be defined as righteous indignation.

"I think that bith was flirtin' with me."

"Clarke," Lexa gasped and her mouth dropped open. "Do not call her that."

"She got all winky with me," Clarke argued, mimicking the move by seductively winking with both eyes. "I know what that meansth."

"Sweetheart, she was not flirting with you."

"She's trying to busth up a happy home. Make me get a divorce."

"She wasn't. She just thought you were being goofy."

"I'm not goofy… You're goofy."

Lexa simply sighed. "I am goofy, you're right."

"I know," Clarke nodded as Lexa tucked back a wayward curl behind Clarke's ear. "... 'N fuckin' 'winky' out there-"

"Clarke, stop."

"You tell her to sthop," Clarke frowned. "I'm married and she nid- no- needs to knock it off."

"I'll tell her that, okay?"

Clarke merely sighed, head falling to the side as stared over at Lexa through several slow blinks. "I can't feel my lipth."

"They're still there. Pretty as ever."

"I think they took my tongue away."

"I hope not. Definitely need that for later."

Clarke perked up at that.

"Are we gonna have thex later?"

"No," Lexa chuckled. "You're high as a kite, love. And you're going to be in a lot of pain in just a little bit, so I think it's gonna be a while before-"

Her words cut off as Clarke's bottom lips scrunched together, eyes filling with tears yet again.

"Oh, don't cry," Lexa hushed through a laugh as she scooted closer, carefully cradling her wife's face in her palms. She swept the pad of her thumb along the delicate row of lashes, collecting the dewy droplets before they could fall.

"You don't wanna have thex with me anymore," Clarke sniffled.

"I always want to have sex with you, Clarke," Lexa assured with a smile, rolling her eyes at the entire trainwreck of a conversation. "But you just had surgery, so for now you have to heal first."

"... Heal first?"

"Yes," Lexa nodded definitively. "Heal first, then sex. I promise."

Clarke seemed to debate the matter for a moment, her eyes shifting in and out of focus as Lexa ran fingers through the tendrils of her hair.

"Okay," Clarke finally conceded, giving a lazy shrug of her shoulder as all traces of sadness suddenly vanished from her face.

Lexa snorted as she pulled back, glad to have seemingly navigated that particular minefield successfully. A quiet knock on the door pulled her attention away as the door eased open and Monroe walked backward into the room.

"Alright, Clarke," she announced, pivoting around to pull a wheelchair up to the side of the recovery chair. "Your chariot awaits, m'lady."

"Oh look, winky'th back. Mleeeh."

Monroe's face pulled to the side in confusion, her gaze darting to Lexa who could only close her eyes and shake her head in answer. Biting her lips to seemingly hold back an amused response, the nurse gave a tiny nod of understanding as she moved to help the patient currently losing a battle with a blanket.

"Alrighty. Anyway. Ready to head home, Mrs. Griffin?"

"Griffin-Woodth," Clarke immediately groaned as she lumbered to her feet, one arm hooked through Lexa's while the other elbowed the nurse away. "We're a team."

Monroe lifted her hands up in surrender when Lexa grunted against Clarke's struggling and gave up on their coaxing method of transport, instead moving to wrap an arm around Clarke's waist to bodily shuffle her into the wheelchair. Easing her wife down in the seat, Lexa dodged a sloppy kiss aimed at her cheek.

"Hang on, sweetheart, you're bleeding again," she rushed out before Clarke could become emotionally unglued at her rebuff, mechanically moving to ransack the sterile tray still off to the side to grab a few fresh bundles of gauze.

Squatting down, Lexa tipped Clarke's head forward by her chin, thanking everything holy when her wife let her mouth fall open at her urging. Swapping out the soaked gauze for fresh ones and escaping unscathed from the teasing nip of teeth at her fingers, Lexa tenderly wiped Clarke's chin clean before tossing the rolls in the biohazard bin and moving to wash her hands.

"Well at least we know she's all set for home aftercare," Monroe said with a grin as Lexa shook her hands off and wiped them dry on a few paper towels.

Ears pinking at the statement, Lexa ditched the towels in the bin as well and made her way back over. "Yeah, sorry. Force of habit. Working inside of a hospital and being married to a doctor for four years, you just kinda get used to it."

"A lot of spouses can be a little put-off by the blood and drool."

"She drools when she sleeps anyway," Lexa shrugged, gathering up the paperwork they needed and stuffing them inside Clarke's purse. Placing the bag over her shoulder, Lexa leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her wife's forehead. "You ready to go home, love?"

"Mhmmmm," Clarke hummed with a dopey bob of her head.

Lexa held the door open as the nurse started wheeling Clarke out, her eyes doing a scan of the room to make sure they had everything. A quick jog let her catch up to the pair as they neared the patient checkout, Clarke babbling Monroe's ear off the entire way.

"Hey, sexy," a voice shouted as the doors of the clinic slid open. "Get your fine ass over here."

Lexa smiled at the call as she looked up from the soggy flow of words her wife was directing at seemingly no one in particular.

"Wabeeeen," Clarke called back in a throaty haze of excitement, her head and hand not holding an ice-pack wobbling back and forth in a bizarre kind of drugged-up celebration dance. "Baby, Waben's here."

"I know," Lexa said as Monroe wheeled them toward the SUV parked by the curb. "She drove us here. And now she's gonna give us a ride home, remember?"

"That'th nice of her... She's tho nice," Clarke sniffled as they pulled to a stop. Lexa could barely hold back a sputter of laughter at that, giving Clarke a conciliatory nod.

"Sure she is. We'll go with that."

"Jesus, Griff, what'd they do to you?"

Lexa's head snapped up to level their friend with a warning glare after blue eyes turned to her and started welling up all over again.

"Because ya look great!" Raven very expertly added, pulling her lips back in apology before spinning around toward her car and opening the door. "Okay, let's get you up and in, princess. Chop chop."

Scoffing at that pathetic display, Lexa pulled the purse off of her shoulder and shoved it in Raven's general direction as she rounded to the front of the wheelchair.

"You ready to get in, love?" she asked as she squatted down in front of her wife. "Me and Monroe are gonna help, okay?"

"No."

"Clarke--"

"I can walk mythelf."

"Let us help."

"You really shouldn't walk by yourself, Mrs. Griffin."

Clarke scowled at the nurse, a mumbled "Griffin-Woodth" floating between them as Lexa straightened back up.

"Don't make me do it, Clarke."

Blue eyes swung back around to her, a defiant glint coloring them… once they'd stopped rolling in Clarke's head.

"You're gonna be mad at yourself later," Lexa reminded. She waited a long moment as her wife stubbornly stared back. Shoulders slumping in defeat, Lexa stepped aside with a sigh and nodded toward the car.

Raven smiled and shook her head as she raised a knuckle and rapped twice on the darkened window.

"You owe me five bucks, Woods," Raven said as the door popped open.

"Yeah, yeah," Lexa frowned and shuffled aside to make room. "Excuse me for siding with my wife."

"Well in all fairness, it was a really dumb bet."

"Thank you," Lexa drawled as her friend stepped out.

Anya only shrugged as she closed the door behind her. Stepping to the wheelchair, she pulled up the sleeves of her long black coat and smirked down. "So we meet again, Clarke."

"Anya!" Clarke cheered, throwing her hand up to awkwardly pat the woman on the arm. Twisting around to look at the nurse behind her, Clarke hushed her voice and added, "She's an angel too, ya know?"

"Is that right?"

"Mhm. Our guard- our garden- our gardenia angel. But she kinda thucks at it. Don't tell her I thaid that though."

Anya's spine snapped to attention at the words, her glare darting between Lexa and the nurse eyeing the strangeness of her thick, dark outfit in the middle of L.A. heat with curiosity. Letting out a nervous chuckle, Lexa minutely shook her head and grabbed Clarke's hand to get her attention.

"Yes, sweetheart, everyone here's an angel. Let's get you in the car now, 'kay?"

"Yes," Monroe said as she seemed to blink herself out of whatever thoughts she'd been having, instead walking to the side of the wheelchair and flipping on the breaks. "Time to go, Mrs. Griffin… Woods. Griffin-Woods," she tacked on at the narrowing of Clarke's eyes before glancing up at the woman across from her. "You wanna grab that side?"

"Don't worry about it, just step back," Raven said as she helped Lexa guide the nurse up and away. "It'll be easier this way 'cause grouchy ass likes to fight anyone helping her."

With that, Anya crouched down and slid one arm beneath the bend of Clarke's knees, the other snaking between her arm and waist to wrap around her back.

"Up we go," Anya murmured and lifted Clarke out of the seat, ignoring the lazy protests from her passenger as she kicked aside the wheelchair with ease. Monroe grappled to grab and right the seat as Lexa refused to look at her, instead letting her head fall into her hand at the entire display.

Raven opened the backseat door as wide as it would go when Anya stepped forward.

"Clarke, tuck your head into me like you do Lexa," Anya said as she bent to scoot the woman through the door of the car, only to yank back a moment later with a garbled yell of disgust. "Not like that!"

"Anya--"

"She licked me!"

"You thaid like Lexa."

"Why did I agree to not film this?" Raven groaned and flopped back against the side of the car.

"Can we please get this shit show on the road," Lexa sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she took control of the chaos and began rattling off instructions. "Clarke, no licking. Anya, just get her in the car. Raven, you agreed because your friend, my wife, is a very well-respected doctor and teacher, and having a video of her licking a random woman's neck wouldn't be great for her career. Now, go start the car. Monroe… I don't even know. Thank you? And I'm sorry about all of this."

The nurse simply smiled as she reached down to unlock the wheels again and looped around back toward the clinic. "Don't worry about it. Happens more often than you'd think. She'll be out of it for a bit, but just roll with it. Keep everything clean, read the aftercare instructions, and call if you have any questions."

Exchanging a final nod of goodbye, the nurse left the group and went back inside.

"Okay, put her in, Ahn. I'll meet you on the other side."

With a disgruntled huff, Anya gave the woman in her arms another wary glance and moved to settle her into the backseat. Lexa rushed around the back of the SUV and flung the door open, slipping in and across the bench seat in the back as Anya leaned in and set Clarke down.

"Hey, Clarke? I'm gonna buckle you in now," Lexa said as she accepted the seat belt clasp Anya stretched out for her.

Clarke glared between the two of them, her hands swatting at her sides. "I'm not a child. I can do it mythelf."

"You just licked Anya's neck in the middle of a parking lot," Raven pointed out as she started the engine. "And that was after you told a random stranger that she's a whole ass angel."

"Yeah, she told her I was one inside as well," Lexa said as she clicked the buckle in place.

"Hence why we're not exactly trusting you or your motor functions right now, babe."

"But she is an angel. You are an angel," Clarke hummed, sending a hazy look of adoration to her wife while Lexa draped a blanket over her lap. "You're my angel."

"Say angel again," Raven snorted and slipped on a pair of sunglasses.

"... Sure doesn't fuck like an angel though."

"Ew, no!" Anya thundered and flung herself backward out of the door frame, dramatically heaving twice before slamming the door shut hard enough to rock the entire car.

"Clarke," Lexa hissed as her wife continued to leer.

"Huh?"

Anya grunted as she whipped the front door open and climbed in. "Why did I agree to come to this?"

Clarke's lips pooched as she sent a very wet sounding smooch in Lexa's direction. "Don't be mad, baby. I like that you're nasty in bed."

"Oh my G-- Lexa, will you please muzzle her. No one wants to hear this."

"Speak for yourself," Raven gleefully cut in as she started to pull away. "Get it, Griff! Tell us the really freaky shit."

"She lets me--"

"Clarke!" Lexa yelled while leaning forward to get her attention. Glazed eyes blinked at her in slow passes as a pout spread across Clarke's face. Sighing when she was sure she had her wife's attention, Lexa reached up and tugged a curl of blonde behind her ear. "... I promise you, whatever it was you wanted to say just now, you would wholeheartedly regret saying it later. Especially to Raven."

"That's fair actually," Raven called back as she moved them through midmorning traffic.

Clarke shifted to reach for Lexa's hand, assuring her in what Lexa supposed could be a valiant attempt at a whisper. "Don't worry, baby. I wasn't gonna tell 'em about the butt stuff."

Eyes sliding closed as a chorus of retching mingled with cackling laughter from the front seat, Lexa sat back in her seat and ran a hand through her hair.

"Not a word."

"I'm not saying anything," Raven choked out through the dying rolls of her laughter.

The car fell quiet as they drove, Lexa looking out the window and letting her mind drift. She watched the cars and hills of the outskirts of L.A. fly past as they wound their way home. Despite… well, everything, she was glad this was finally over; the final expense officially checked off of their list of 'to-do's'. She idly tapped her fingers on the leather of her seat and admired the green hillsides, smiling to herself as she thought of what came next.

They hadn't told anyone when they'd made the decision to start looking through private listings, Lexa having sworn Anya to secrecy until they'd figured out an actual plan. She wondered if she'd miss the familiar drive to their apartment, the only home she'd truly known on Earth. She was excited, if not a little nervous, but ready to take the next step with the… absolute mess of a woman beside her.

Letting her head lull back over to check on her patient, Lexa startled a bit to find watery, blue eyes already staring back.

"What's the matter?" she hushed in a soft and concerned voice, scooting closer as she reached up to brush away a rogue tear.

"You're really hot... And tho pretty."

Rolling her eyes at the dreamy words, Lexa grinned back. "Not as pretty as you."

"My wife'th gonna be tho mad at me," Clarke whined and shook her head.

"... Why is your wife going to be mad at you?" she asked with a quirk of her brow.

"'Cause I think you're really hot," Clarke confessed through a fresh wave of tears.

"Seriously can you like, knock her out or something?"

"Shut up, Anya," Lexa said as she scooted the remaining distance between them. "Clarke, darling, I promise, your wife won't be mad at you for thinking I'm hot."

"How do you know?"

"Because she's your wife, genius," Anya drawled. "I still can't believe they trust that woman with human lives."

"You're just a little doped up right now," Lexa soothed even as reached out to flick her friend on the ear. "Don't worry though, I'll take care of everything. You just relax."

Clarke blinked owlishly at her for a minute, Lexa clearly able to see the cogs grinding to life through the fog of the drugs. She smiled and nodded as Clarke's face suddenly lit up, eyebrows shooting upward as her mouth dropped open.

"Oh yeah," Clarke beamed, her head wobbling back and forth as she flopped around a little in her seat. "That is you, innit. I forgot, ha. That'th crazy."

"It is."

"Man, I am high."

"You are."

"You should kith me."

"I should not."

Lexa nearly groaned as soon as the words left her mouth.

Clarke's face fell into a devastated frown, her lip trembling as her head fell to her shoulder. "You don't wanna kith me."

"Clarke, no, that's not it--"

"I knew it. I'm tho ugly now you won't kith me anymore."

"Oh my God, stop. Just, hang on," Lexa huffed. "Raven, do you have napkins or Kleenex in here? Anything?"

She waited as Anya rifled through the glovebox, accepting the fistful of napkins along with a deep look of disdain when she passed them back. Gently cradling her wife's chin, Lexa tilted her face back up.

"I'm gonna make you a deal," she murmured as she dabbed away as much blood and spit from Clarke's lips as she could. "I will kiss you. But. You have to let me kiss you. You just sit there, okay?"

Clarke bobbed her head in a tiny nod, Lexa's heart squeezing tight at the sad but hopeful face still cradled in her palm. Once she deemed those lips as clean as she could ever hope for given the situation, Lexa tossed the soiled napkins into the seat beside her.

Bringing her other hand up, Lexa held her wife's face between her palms, a smile spreading over her lips as she took in the sight of her. The sight of laugh lines that had begun reaching out from the corners of baby blues, their recent appearance reminding Lexa how happy their life together had proven to be. She admired the few twists of grey that weaved in and out of silken blonde, the effect of them making the woman look all the more distinguished.

Running her thumbs over the apples of delicate cheekbones, Lexa leaned in and gently pressed a kiss to her wife's lips. She hummed at the familiar feeling, soft and sweet as ever, her movements steady and light so as to not cause any pain. Pulling away, she left a last peck on Clarke's upper lip, forever a slave to sealing the little beauty mark with a kiss.

"Better?" she whispered as she watched Clarke's eyes flutter back open.

Clarke was quiet as she stared back, a long moment passing before she heaved a defeated sigh.

"I couldn't feel it."

Lexa did her best to bite back a snort of laughter, head dropping forward as her chest shook with the effort. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'll kiss you plenty to make up for it when you feel better, I promise."

"We're here, lovebirds," Raven announced as she pulled to a stop outside of their apartment building. Lexa squeezed her shoulder over the top of the seat in thanks as she reached for the handle. "I'm gonna stay here so my lazy ass doesn't have to find a place to park, but I'm gonna call you guys later, okay?"

Grunting in acceptance as she opened her door, Lexa hopped out and ran around the back of the car to meet Anya on the other side. A few petulant protests and a very one sided bartering war later, Lexa pressed the button to shut the doors of the elevator in their building.

Sighing as she all but collapsed back against the rail of the elevator, Lexa reached out a hand to nudge her friend's shoulder.

"Thanks again, Ahn."

"Yeah, whatever," Anya grumbled, adjusting her grip on the woman sagged at her side.

If Lexa had had the energy she would've laughed at the pair of them, knowing full well Anya was supporting every inch of the woman's weight despite Clarke's staunch insistence that she could walk.

She reminded herself that her wife's stubbornness was part of why she loved her.

"Okay, here we go," Lexa rallied as the doors slid open on their floor. "Last stretch, love, and then you can rest."

"I wanna make nachos."

"Yeah, we'll have to see about that," Lexa shook her head as she jogged ahead to unlock the door, holding it open as Anya all but dragged Clarke through the entrance of their apartment.

"Where should I put her?"

"Bedroom."

"No," Clarke said with enough ferocity it startled the pair, taking Anya particularly by surprise when she elbowed her way out of the hold and launched herself toward the couch.

Lexa felt her heart jump up into her throat as Clarke nosedived toward the cushions, landing face first into the set of pillows.

"Clarke!" she yelped, darting around the couch and crouching over her. Biting back a twitch of annoyance, Lexa pulled the woman upward and helped her flip over. "Jesus, you have got to be more careful. You could've really hurt yourself."

"I'm fine, baby," Clarke slurred, glassy eyes shining behind the low droop of her lids. "I don't feel anything. You could punch me right in the mouf and I'd be fine."

"I'm not going to punch you."

"I might."

"Goodbye, Anya. Thank you for helping," Lexa blindly called over her shoulder, "but you can go now. Raven's waiting."

"Right, right, right," Anya said, rapping a knuckle on the wall as she turned to go. "I'll leave you to take care of the little missus. Call if you need anything. Feel better, doc."

"Byeeeeeeeeee," Clarke sing-songed out to her before the door closed, shimmying in place as Lexa helped her adjust on to her back. "She's gonna go makeout with Waben."

"What else is new," Lexa grinned and pulled the blanket off of the back of the couch.

Lexa moved to take off Clarke's shoes and socks, leaning down to peck a quick kiss to the wiggly toes before tucking them under the blanket as well. After placing the shoes in their home along the front hall of their apartment, she moved to ditch the balled up socks in the laundry despite the disgruntled yowl from the plump feline stationed on top of their washer.

The jingle of Penny's collar followed her as she went about collecting the supplies listed on the aftercare sheet, piling a tiny tray up with gauze squares, water, pain medicine, and snacks.

"That'd not nachoth," Clarke said with a sleepy grump of a frown as Lexa laid the tray on the coffee table beside her.

"Not nachos. No crunchy stuff, unfortunately. Doctor's orders. But may I offer you a bowl of our finest applesauce?"

"This is bullthit."

"I know."

"You did this to me, and I'll neber forgib you."

"I know."

"Will you cuddle wif me?"

Smiling down at her wife, Lexa simply nodded and quickly tied her back into a ponytail.

"Scooch," she hummed, toeing off her shoes before gingerly climbing over to the opposite side. Lowering herself as gently as possible, Lexa fit herself into the snug space between her wife and the back of their couch. She wriggled down enough to make sure she was safe from knocking into the already swollen jaw.

"Better?" Lexa whispered as she rested her head on Clarke's chest and draped an arm around her waist.

"Mhm," Clarke said, the drowsy weight of her hum sounding peaceful and warm.

"You can't sleep with those things in your mouth."

"Not thleepin'."

Giving up that fight before it could start and deciding she'd just slip them out once the woman dozed off, Lexa snuggled in deeper, breathing in calming lungfuls of her wife's scent.

The day had been insane, which after four years of marriage she was generally used to, but overall Lexa couldn't help but pat herself on the back. She knew when the medicine started to wear off they'd both be in a world of pain, but for now, she let herself relax into the peace of the moment.

Which was promptly broken by the faint buzz of Clarke's phone.

Sighing in annoyance, Lexa dug her hand under the blanket and into Clarke's pocket to pull it out. She thumbed in the passcode, muscle memory having her click 1203 for their anniversary without a thought, and tapped to open the notification.

Asshole (11:42 a.m.): so... you're gonna tell me about that butt stuff thing later right?

"For fuck's sake, Raven." With a disgusted sigh, Lexa closed out the message and slapped the phone on the table.

Snuggling back into the snoozing body beneath her, Lexa decided she'd just have to deal with that later.

#sorry for the ugly ass moodboard just go with it #clexa #clexaweek 21 #clexaweek 21 day 6 #day 6 magic #CoA

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This is calm, and it's, Doctor #10

Warning: mention of penis, but no touchy touchy of anything like that

My house keys were on the same keychain as my car keys. I told Spencer which one was for the front door, and he opened it, letting me in first. I walked in and started my 'getting home routine'.

"Hey google, I'm home." I said, smirking at Spencer.

All of the lights in my lounge room and kitchen came on and music started playing in the background. My house wasn't anything fancy, so I enjoyed little upgrades where I could get them. Spencer looked up from what he was doing, to see everything in action, his mouth slightly agape. He finished closing the door, ensuring that it was locked before finally coming inside to look around. I showed him around the basic parts of my house.

Firstly the kitchen, which was to the left of my front door,

"Feel free to get yourself a drink or anything you like while you're here." I told him, gesturing toward the fridge and cupboards, continuing my tour of the house. next was the living room, and then into the hallway where the bedrooms and bathroom reside. Once we had reached the bathroom, I realised that I was desperate for a shower.

"I'm gonna have a shower, and then we can put some aloe gel on our burns." I told him, walking into the bathroom with a towel in my hand. Spencer followed me in,

"You know, you really don't have to-"

"I told you, I would look after you That's also been the job assigned to me, so it's what I'm going to do." he interrupted.

"What are you gonna do, shower with me?!" I laughed.

"If I have to!" the comeback was unexpected, and suddenly, there were butterflies in my stomach at the thought of he and I being naked together - showering together.

I told him to sit on the toilet if he insisted on not leaving my side and he did. I hopped into the shower - still fully dressed- and closed over the curtain. I undressed, throwing y clothes over the top of the glass walls, hearing the soft 'flop' as they hit the ground. Turning on the shower, I realised that Spencer probably needed a shower, too.

"You haven't showered yet, either..." I called over to him, peaking through a gap I made in the curtain, and his head tilted up to look at me, "You're welcome to join me. At least you'll be right here if anything happens." my tone was more suggestive than I had intended, but I ran with it. Spencer stood up almost immediately,

"Would that be alright with you?" his question came out fast, and I nodded.

"Yes, Doctor, that's fine with me." I said, looking at him. His nose and cheeks were red, his hair frizzy from the excitement of the day, and his skin dry from the salt water.

I popped my head back into the shower, closing the curtain over once again, and he got undressed. once he was done, the shower curtain opened and he stepped in. I took the brief moment that he was looking at the ground, to look him up and down, my eyes growing wide when they landed on the place below his belly button. He had finally made it all the way in, and I stepped back, snapping my eyes away from his body and up to his face. He laid his head back into the stream of the shower, rinsing his head, droplets rolling down his face as he did so. His long fingers ran through his hair, ensuring all of it was wet, the veins in his forearms, protruding through his skin - from being dehydrated, I assumed.

He turned to face the stream one his hair was wet, and started rubbing his face and chest. I looked over his body once again, admiring the length of him. His back was long and toned. as my eyes traveled down his body, I noticed a scar just above his knee. Before I could return my eyes back up to his head to ask about the scar he turned around, and everything was on display. I suddenly stopped, my eyes growing wide again and my mind filling with thoughts that no one should have about a co-worker. I snapped my eyes back up to his head, my finger pointed out toward his leg.

"I got shot." he said, looking down at the scar continuing to explain about how he got shot, he suddenly stopped when he noticed all I was doing was nodding. "Are you okay?"

Honestly, I was just trying hard to get the thought out of my head, thoughts of him naked. even though, I didn't have to think about it, he was right there,

"Yeah, I..." I hesitated which only made him more concerned, "Look, you've got a really nice body." I said to him, trying to redirect my attention anywhere but there.

"That's not what's bothering you, please tell me what's wrong." he pressed, and I couldn't take it anymore.

"Spencer, your penis is quite big." I said as quick as I could while focusing my eyes on the shower wall.

"Oh... Well the average size of a penis in the US is approximately three point six one inches while flaccid, with an erection they are approximately five point one six inches. Mine is slightly bigger than aver-"

"Spencer, you don't have to say anything. I shouldn't have been looking in the first place." I interjected. Even though I loved to listen to him list of facts, this was one I didn't need to know. I got out of the shower not long after that, I had made things awkward by saying what I did. I got out and grabbed my towel off the rack. barely wrapping it around myself before heading to my bedroom.

I sat on the edge of my bed, my towel coming slightly unwrapped on my back. My head fell into my hands and I sighed.

"Why do I have to be so awkward?" I whispered to my self, "Idiot!"

"Y/N.." Spencer's voice called from the door and my head snapped up to see him standing there, towel around his waist, "you're not an idiot. If you don't want to do anything like that again, we don't have to. I accepted your offer, not only because I really needed a shower, but because I wanted to be close to you, too." his voice was soft and sincere.

I looked over his body, his hair had been pushed back out of the way, a few stray droplets falling down his face. As well as the few stray droplets falling down his body and being soaked up by the towel. My eyes made their way back up to his beautiful chocolate browns, they were staring at me, looking for some type of answer.

"Spencer... I want to be close to you, too. I don't want anything bad to happen, because I like you Spencer. I really like you." My voice cracked slightly at the thought of losing Spencer. It was silly to be feeling this way, we haven't even known each other that long.

He walked over to me and cupped my face in his hands - forcing me to look into his eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll be right here whenever you need me." his words were soft, but firm. Tears brimmed my eyes and soon started rolling down my cheeks. I was pulled into a hug, and Spencer stood up, taking me with him, my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. I buried my face in his neck as I started sobbing.

He held me there until my body had calmed, his arms were holding me so close against him. I pulled back, looking him in the eyes, keeping my hands on his shoulders. His eyes were tinged red, and tears were welling on his lower lash line.

"Don't cry for me Spencer, please..." I pleased softly, the sight breaking my heart. He tried to blink it away, but it fell down his cheek instead. I wiped it with my thumb, "Thank you for being here."

He didn't say anything else, only pulled me back into him. we were tangled together once again and I wanted to stay there forever.

Alas, it was not to be, He soon enough puled back once again, bringing once hand to the back of my head and guiding my head toward his own, only to kiss me on the forehead before putting me back onto my bed. My legs had managed to undo his towel, as it fell once I was detached from his body, my own towel following suit.

I grabbed my own towel, averting my gaze from his while he scrambled to catch his before it hit the ground. I let out a small laugh, which caused Spencer to laugh, too. It was good to see a smile on his face.

Spencer left to go get a new change of clothes and I pulled out a nightie from one of my drawers. This nightie is one of my favourites, the soft flowing material, lined with lace. It hugged in all the right places and flowed everywhere else. I slipped it on, throwing my towel on top of my drawers and headed for the kitchen.

I made my way to the fridge, bopping along with the music that was still playing in the background, and opened it. My eyes landed on the bright orange bottle of Sunkist, Ironic, I thought to myself as I grabbed it. I shut the fridge as Spencer was making his way into the kitchen, and I offered him a drink. I grabbed out two glasses, set them on the bench and poured, finally sliding his glass over the bench to him.

"So, what brings you here?" I asked him, trying to make any sort of conversation happen.

"I am here, looking after you - like I was told." he said, seeming genuinely confused on why I would ask that question.

"Spence, I - I was just trying to make small talk." I told him, and he admitted he was not very good at small talk. He didn't really understand the point, when there are so many other things to talk about. Fun new things to learn, he didn't understand why small talk was even a thing people did.

I was interested to learn new things, always up for a challenge to test my brain. Spencer was extremely happy to tell me fun facts, while he did repeat a few things I had heard before, I never stopped him, instead asking more in-depth questions about certain things that really intrigued me. He was so happy to be talking, after being cut off so often by everyone else, I would never have the heart to tell him to stop. But all good things must come to and end.

Soon, my back started hurting and the yawns escaping me, came at closer and closer intervals. I looked at the time displayed on my microwave 0124 it read.

"We should probably go to bed, Spence." while he was sighing contently a himself after finishing another fun fact. We had ended up on the lounge, opposite ends from each other, our legs tangled together. "Are you coming?" I said getting up from the lounge, looking down at him.

"I didn't think you'd want me to be in bed with you." he was taken aback at my proposal and there was no way he could hide the sight excitement in his eyes.

"Don't be silly, come on." I said, tapping his shoulder as I walked past him and down the hallway, gesturing for him to follow when he hesitated.

I made it to my room and climbed into bed, getting under the covers. I called out for google that it was bedtime, and the lights turned off and the music was replaced with Rain sounds. Spencer was climbing into bed as I was pulling up the covers. I laid my head on my pillow, laying on my side, facing him. He mirrored me, his head on the other pillow. I didn't want to close my eyes, I just wanted to stare at him, his features lit by the gentle moonlight seeping through the window.

He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, it was a sight to see. I had got so lost in thought, admiring him, I didn't realise I had scooted closer to him until he wrapped his arms around me. I smiled at myself, and fell asleep there. Safe in the arms of Spencer Reid.

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shortie-babe · 3 years

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Y/N turns into a baby pt 2

Obey me x reader

y/n means your name

Summary: You volunteered to help Solomon with one of his spells, But the spell was a flop and messed up. Turning you into a baby. Now the brothers and undateables (plus one made up character) have to take care of you. Lets see how they do!

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They go inside and all the brothers see you as a baby. They were all surprised not knowing you were a baby. “Why is y/n a baby?!” everyone shouts “and why is that demon holding her?!” mammon yells pointing at her. Lucifer sighs “can you guys just be quiet for once.”

Lucifer ended up telling the brothers every little detail because they kept bothering him about it. You were sitting on the floor next to him playing with some blocks, but then you see Belphegor sleeping on the floor.

Doesn't surprise you at this point. You crawl over to him and poke at his cheeks and play in his hair. Until he got annoyed and opened his eyes, but then he saw you and calmed down. “Oh hey, y/n..” Belphegor says in a sleepy whisper. “Hewo..” you say back at the same voice level.

You let out a tiny yawn. “Sleepy?” you give him a nod. Belphegor opens his arms inviting you to cuddle with him. You crawl into his arms and snuggle into his chest. You two drift off to sleep.

Asmodeus noticed and made sure to take plenty of pictures because “you two are just so adorable i can't!” mammon would have also taken this moment to take pictures to sell them, but his jealousy got the best of him.

You woke up from hearing arguing. You didn't like loud noises but you wanted to help, and stop the arguing. You walk to the kitchen and hear Mammon and Leviathan.

“Just give me back my money you scumbag!” Leviathan shouted

“I told ya i dont have it! I'll pay you back just not right now!” Mammon started shouting back at his brother.

You peek your head in to make sure it was safe. You walk to mammon and grab his shirt and pull on it to get his attention. He gets confused and says “huh?” then sees you holding his shirt in your hands. “mommn, stop with screms..”

“O-oh, sorry treasure.” he pats your head, giving you a worried look.

Mammon picks you up and you give him a hug. “We will continue this later, scumbag.” leviathan says back. “Hey! Have more respect for your-” “hey, y/n! Why don't we go watch some anime!” you give a nod while hugging mammon. Leviathan tries to pull you from mammon, but you wont budge. “Nooooo, only if mommn can too!” Mammon feels like he won. He's very happy while leviathan is annoyed. “But y/n mammon doesn't like anime, so come on.” you shake your head, holding onto mammon tighter.

“Come on y/n! He's a scumbag why do you wanna hang with him so much?!”

“Hey! You're just mad because she chose me!” mammon sticks out his tongue. Leviathan hit mammon on the head. “Ow! Hey! You're so lucky I am holding y/n or else!” mammon gave Leviathan the death stare. “If ya two dont shut youw mouwhs i’m gonna just go and leave you two here” you stare at both of them.

“Fine. mammon can come.”

“Yayayayayay!”

You do grabby hands to leviathan to make him come to you. He was confused but still came towards you. You kiss leviathan on the cheek and that makes him go red. You were too cute. Mammon got jealous and asked for one too. And you kissed mammon on the cheek too.

You went to Leviathan's room to watch anime with him and mammon. Mammon didn't want to watch it but he stayed there just to cuddle you. Leviathan let you choose the anime but with everyone of the anime options he gave a long description of it. You ended up choosing the second one.

You were happily cuddling mammon while you and leviathan watched the anime. There were plenty of opportunities to take photos of you and mammon took all of them. Belphegor ended up joining you three. He also wanted your cuddles. He wasn't distracting because all he did was sleep so no one just kicked him out. You four fell asleep halfway through the anime. Scarlet came in to grab you, she was gentle but you still woke up once. “H-huh..? R-ruby were we goin?” you say sleepily rubbing your eyes. “Sh, it's ok y/n. I'm just bringing you to your room so you can get proper sleep.” scarlet gives you a grin. “O-oh..can rudy sleep with meh?” scarlet gives you a nod.

You two make it to your room and you two fall asleep quietly. It was the next morning, You were at breakfast and so was scarlet. Everything was quiet but then Lucifer spoke up.

“Mammon, asmodeus, Belphegor, leviathan, and i have some business to do for lord diavolo.”

After breakfast you were in the entrance hall clinging onto Lucifer begging for him not to leave. “Bubu, pwease don't go!” You had tears running down your face. Lucifer picks you up and hands you to scarlet.

“ i have to y/n. You're gonna have scarlet, beelzebub, and satan here. And you're gonna be a good girl for them.” Lucifer stares at you while you sniffle and wipe your eyes. “You're gonna be good for them right?” lucifer says strictly. You give him a nod and say “mhm”. Lucifer pats your head and whispers ‘good’. They all head out saying bye.

You start crying again. “Hey y/n..shhh..it's okay!” scarlet wipes your tears away. “Why don’t I bring you to satan? He can take care of you while i finish my school work.” you give scarlet a nod. Scarlet brings you to Satan's room, You two were standing outside of his door.

Scarlet gives Satan's door a knock.

To be continued.

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what-is-your-plan-today · 3 years

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Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby.

Day 19: Sparks Fly

Warnings: Bad Language words and a tiny bit of smut (NSFW, 18+)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: My penultimate instalment in this little series, and it’s been a pleasure to write with @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @jennmurawski13. And, I think we can all agree, our boy has shown growth.

Well, in some areas…

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"That's it, baby." Ransom hissed, his jaw set as his teeth grit together. His hands were on your hips as he pulled you down onto him, slamming up to meet you with every move. You groaned, your hands tight on his shoulders as you could feel another orgasm brewing. Ransom's hand moved up under your top and gently tugged at a nipple and that was it, you were done. White, hot pleasure burst through your body and your head fell back, mouth open as a broken cry escaped your lips before you collapsed forward, head resting on his shoulder as he picked up the pace. "God, you look so good all fucked out,” he grunted, “no one can fuck you like I can, Princess.”

At his words, his hips stuttered a little as he came with a low growl, stilling before he sagged back against the cushions of the couch.

The pair of you sat still for a moment, chests heaving before Ransom raised his head from where it had flopped against the back of the couch and he moved, pulling you a little closer.

"How long is that round gonna to keep you satisfied for?" Ransom hummed gently into your ear as he kissed your neck. You shifted to little to look at him, smoothing back that stubborn piece of hair from his forehead and shrugged. "Blame the spawn." You gently kissed him before you smirked. "Am I tiring you out, Tiger?" "In a word, yes." He drawled. "You woke me at two a.m. declaring you had a ‘problem’ you needed me to help you with and since then you've had me fuck your brains out twice more and it isn't even two in the afternoon yet. Frankly, I'm not sure how much abuse my dick can take in a twelve hour period" "I don't know what's come over me." You sighed and as soon as the words left your mouth you groaned as you knew you'd just handed him a golden opportunity to make some dirty comment.

"No idea, but I know what came over me." He smirked, "you."

"Walked into that one didn't I?"

"Fraid so, Princess." He grinned, kissing you again and your stomach chose that moment to give a huge growl.

"Hungry?" He asked sarcastically and you snorted and gave a nod. "Okay, get off my cock and I'll get you something to eat."

"You're such a charmer." You snorted and he shrugged as, with his help, you climbed off him, crossing your legs as you could feel his release dribbling down your inner thigh. He arched an eyebrow at you as he also stood, pulling up his boxers and jeans.

"Is there a problem, Princess?"

You slapped at his chest and he laughed, catching your wrist gently before he kissed the palm of your hand. "Go sort yourself out and I'll fix us lunch. And by fix I mean warm up the reminder of last night’s fajitas."

"Ooooh." You nodded eagerly. "They were good!"

"Yup." He popped the P. "I did well. I think we have enough cheese still grated, there's salsa..." he pondered before he looked at you "I'll set it all out on the table"

"You know, I gotta hand it to you, your after care has improved dramatically over the years.”

"What do you mean?" Ransom frowned.

"I mean that you used to simply wipe your dick in my hair and leave."

"Don't exaggerate, Y/N" he rolled his eyes before he smirked, "I used to wipe it on your panties."

“You’re disgusting.”

“Says the woman with a load of my come dripping down her legs.”

“RANSOM!” you exclaimed, shoving him gently and he laughed, stepping backwards a little before he cast you one last smirk and headed out of the lounge.

**** Ransom pulled the bowls of fajita mix, salsa and cheese out of the fridge. Thanks to his fight last time with the damned plastic wrap and fucking Tupperware lids, this time when he’d ordered his shopping he’d had the foresight to order disposable aluminium foil containers instead.

He tossed the food nto the microwave and hesitated before he decided three minutes should do it. He shut the door, selected the programme and pressed start before he turned to find the spare wraps. As he did so he could have sworn he saw something in the corner of his eye, a blue flash. But when he looked round there was nothing.

Shaking his head, thinking he was probably hallucinating thanks to the fact he was utterly spent as a result of Y/N being constantly horny over the last twenty-four hours (not that he was really complaining) he moved to grab the wraps and tossed them down onto the counter, before he reached for two plates.

And then he saw it again. A little spark of blue, coming from the microwave.

Frowning, he moved towards it, as the blue sparks became bigger, and bigger until there was a sudden eruption of flames inside.

“What the fuck!” he yelled, quickly moving to the socket on the wall. He yanked the plug out, but the flames didn’t die down.

“Shit, shit, shit!” he spun round before he spotted the little fire extinguisher hung on the wall that had been there since shortly after his incident with the eggs. He pulled it down, staring at it, before he realised he hadn’t the foggiest idea how to use it.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” he yanked at the pin and deployed the handle as best as he could following the instructions on the side. A stream of foam shot onto the floor and, satisfied he’d figured that bit out, he moved to the microwave and hesitated, before he pushed the button to open the door. It swung open and instantly the flames licked up the side of the appliance, and he quickly sprayed the fire down with the foam.

By now the smoke detectors were blaring out and he heard Y/N shouting as her footsteps sounded in the hall.

Crap. Crap. Crap.

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“Oh my God!” you shrieked, your hands flying to your mouth “Ransom, are you ok?”

“Yeah, fine.” He grumbled “The microwave isn’t.”

“What the hell happened?” you asked, moving to his side to examine the inside of your appliance which was now nothing but a sopping charred mess.

“It set on fire.”

“Yeah, well I can see that.” You rolled your eyes “I mean how?”

“I dunno.” He sighed. “All I did was chuck the bowl of fajita stuff in there, and then all these blue sparkle things started and-“

“Wait” you turned to him, and gave a groan “Tell me you took it out of the foil container.”

“Was I supposed to?”

“Fucking hell fire Ransom!” your voice became high pitched “Yes, yes you are. Everyone knows metal can’t go in a microwave! You could have hurt yourself or burnt the house down or…”

At that your rant stopped, as the smell washed over you. Bunt food with a distinct metallic undercurrent.

“Oh, shit…” you pushed him away and spun for the sink but it was too late, you vomited all over the floor causing him to jump back with a yell. He wrapped an arm round you and steered you to the sink where you continued to heave even though there was nothing left to bring up. Eventually, you stopped and wiped at your mouth as Ransom ran the tap and gave you a glass of water.

“You okay?” he asked, his hand rubbing your back and you nodded, turning to look at him.

He didn’t need you to voice your next instruction. He simply sighed, pulled the offending microwave towards him and picked it up, carrying it to the door.

“I’ll get rid of this and fetch the mop”

Well, if nothing you’d finally taught him to clean up after himself. And you, in this case.

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jasontoddshoe · 4 years

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Strictly Business // Jason Todd

Chapter 10 - Jason

Warnings: injury, swearing, pain, crying, blood

Everything happened so fast. After the gunshot rang through the large office followed by your body falling to the floor, Jason didn't even register his finger pulling his own trigger. A second loud gunshot rang through the office right into Sionis' hip. He yelled out in pain, clutching his hip as he doubled over.

From there it was a blur, the next thing he remembers is Tim and Damien running into the room and Jason held your body close to his, applying pressure to your wound.

"We heard the gunshots, Batman and Nightwing are on their way here" Damien stated, making his way to Sionis' now also unconscious body. Tim rushed over to Jason and you, assessing the situation.

Shortly after Bruce showed up and with the help of Damien lugged Sionis out of there as Tim tried his best to help you. Jason felt useless at the moment, all of his knowledge of wounds went out the window as he held your unconscious body close to his.

"He shot her Timbers" Jason felt his eyes starting to water up but he swallowed back his tears. Tim could hear how Jason sounded choked up but knew better than to tease him right now.

"I know Jay, just keep pressure on it ok?" Tim replied softly, fumbling through the things in his belt trying to find something to help. Jason decided he was taking too long and yanked off his jacket and tying it around your wound tightly. "Good thinking, but your jacket's gonna get ruined"

"Do you really think I give a shit about that right now?" Jason snapped, locking eyes with Tim through his helmet. Tim looked slightly startled but shook his head. "Do you think Alfred can help her?"

"Yes, I'll take her back. She can't get on your bike like this" Tim answered, standing to his feet.

"Fuck that, you take my bike back. I'm taking her" Jason spoke up, standing up with you bridal style in his arms.

"Jay I don't think that's a good idea, I should-" Jason cut him off.

"I said I'm fucking taking her, it's my fault she's in this situation anyway" he snapped again, this time voice cracking. "I'll meet you at the manor. Fucking hurry"

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Jason burst through the doors of the Batcave. Upon hearing the news of you getting shot, Dick decided to stay back and help Alfred prepare everything he needed to fix you up. Jason laid you out on the bed, untying his now blood covered jacket from around your waist. Alfred carefully took some scissors and cut the top of your suit off. He cleared off the dried blood before looking over at Jason who was watching intently with tear filled eyes. His helmet was off and now people could see him, so he was doing his best to not cry.

"Master Jason, I think it best you don't be here for this" Alfred commented warily, glancing from Jason's face over to the table of surgical tools.

"No I need to, I need her to stay alive. I can't leave her alone right now, I can't" he rambled, catching Dick and Tim's attention.

"No Jason, what you need is to stop being a stubborn asshole and listen to your fucking family. You don't need to watch her get cut open" Tim finally snapped. Jason went quiet and recoiled into himself slightly.

"Alright, fine. But as soon as she's done let me know" he mumbled before picking up his jacket that he dropped on the floor.

"I'll take you upstairs" dick said quietly, going to start walking that way.

"No. Don't fucking coddle me. Help her" Jason replied, giving you one last look before he made his way up to his room.

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Warm water ran down Jason's muscular back as he hung his head under the shower head. It soothed his aching muscles, giving him the only form of relief he's felt for hours. The stream near his feet turned a slight pink as he cleaned blood off of his knuckles, with a sting as the water ran through the fresh cuts.

He placed a hand on the cold tile wall in front of him, shifting most of his weight into his shoulder and arm. Leaning his head back, he let his face get pelted with water for a split second before pulling away. He wiped his face, standing back up straight as he did so.

His hand reached forward and shut off the water. Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed a towel and dried off his hair before wrapping it around his waist.

When he stepped from the bathroom back into his room, he passed your bag. He stopped for a moment and stared down at it. Fuck he felt awful. He felt terrible that you got shot, even more so because you wouldn't have even been there if it weren't for him. But what really got him was he caught himself acting like you were dead.

He was moping around like a lost puppy because you weren't there anymore. This made him realize that he can try and fool himself and other people all he wants, but he really does love you and need you in his life.

He sighed quietly before pulling on some boxers and sweatpants. He hung his towel on his bathroom door and flopped onto his bed. He slowly pushed the comforter aside to lay underneath it. He knew for a fact that he wasn't gonna sleep very good, maybe even at all, til he knew you'd be fine, but he also knew that everyone else was worried. Not only for you, but for him. It's very clear how hard Jason's taking this, everyone can see it. Dick especially knows because of their little heart to heart, which is partly why Jason lashed out at him and Tim so much. He had a feeling Dick wouldn't have been able to hold that in too well and he would've told one person who can keep a secret like that and would actually care, which would be Tim.

After a few hours of tossing and turning, Jason huffed and got up. He silently made his way to the kitchen to get something to eat. The lights were on in the house but he didn't see anyone around. He assumed they're all in the cave or asleep. It was nearing 4 am after all, so he wasn't surprised he was alone.

He grabbed out a glass and filled it with water, deciding against drinking anything with caffeine or alcohol. After downing the whole glass he decided to make something to eat, which is what he originally came down there for anyway. He decided on just a grilled cheese because when didn't feel like doing or eating much.

Apparently he was hungrier than he thought because he ended up eating the whole thing in about two seconds flat and even making another one. Right as he finished off his second, Alfred came upstairs from the cave. This immediately caught Jason's attention, making him sit up straighter and look at the older man.

"Ah, Master Jason. I was coming up to look for you" he commented quietly. Jason nodded, awaiting any news that he had. "Miss (Y/n) will be alright, lucky for her Black Mask must have pretty bad aim. The bullet didn't hit any vital organs. I was able to take the bullet out, she should be fine after she rests and heals up" Jason let out a sigh of relief as a small smile came onto his face.

"Thank you, Alfred" he said quietly. Alfred gave him a small smile in return, along with a nod.

"Of course Master Jason. She's not awake yet, and I don't think she will be until the morning. Please get some rest yourself" he stated, putting his hands together. "If you don't mind now, I'll be heading to bed" Alfred turned and started heading to his room.

“Goodnight Alfred” Jason mumbled, turning to stare at the sink that was now full of his dirty dishes. Your voice rang through his head, telling him to clean up after himself so Alfred doesn’t have to. He stepped forward and turned on the water, making sure he cleaned the dishes really good. Alfred just saved your life for him, the least he could do was the dishes.

Once he finished up he glanced toward the hallway Alfred had recently emerged from. He wanted to go see you. See for himself that you were ok. But he shouldn’t. Alfred told him to go to sleep, and he was normally right.

So against his gut feeling, he turned and trudged up the stairs back to his room. He laid back down and forced his body to sleep.

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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"Doppelganger" *Part 17*

WHOO, y'all I really didn't think I had a lot left in me and then this just came pouring out. Wow. So yeah after about 3 hours and some crying and a breakdown later, here's another chapter. Definitely gonna get to 20. Oh yeah.

Warning: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. This one kinda got too close to home, but I made it that way so I have no one to blame but myself. If it hits close to home for you as well, I'm so sorry. Also if you're sensitive to....idk I guess I'll just say "drug use"? Use caution when reading.

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That Monday you went to class for the first time since you had been abducted. You slunk into class and sat in the back trying to remain unnoticed, but everyone instantly turned to you.

"Oh my god Y/N! Are you ok?!" One student asked you.

"How scary was it?" Another one asked.

"Was Nevada good in bed?" One girl asked you, causing three girls to hit her and shoo her away.

"I um...I…" you tried to breathe, but the questions and chatter kept coming. It was too much for you to handle. You grabbed your stuff and ran out of the classroom, down the hall.

"Hey sweetie are you ok--?" A young Hispanic girl asked you. It took you back to when Gabi had befriended you. You backed away from her and ran out of the building into the quad. You were hyperventilating, you could barely see in front of you. You collapsed onto the grass, crying. You hit your speed dial to call Chloe.

“Hello?”

“Ch-Chloe, I--” You could barely breathe, you were crying so hard. People were starting to stare, you had to get control of yourself.

“Y/N? Oh my god babe are you ok? What happened?”

“I...I need you…” You gasped, trying to get up and duck behind a building where no one could stare at you.

“Oh, oh honey I’m across town right now. Otherwise you know I’d come right down there,” She apologized. “Why don’t you call--”

“I can’t call Rafael,” You cut her off. “I don’t want him to know how fucked up I still am about all of this, we just started to get back to normal,”

“...Um okay, well I don’t know what you want me to--”

“Forget it, I’ll be fine,” You hung up the phone before she could say anything else. You felt bad for being so short with her, but you weren’t exactly yourself right now.

You really didn’t want to have to use Rafael as your crutch, your lifejacket. He had his own life, his own career. He didn’t have time to babysit you. You took several deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. You glanced around the corner, fewer people were in the quad now. You calmed yourself down enough to walk over and sit under a tree, breathing in the spring air.

You were just starting to calm down when your phone rang: RAFAEL CALLING.

Dammit Chloe…You reluctantly answered the phone with a fake chipper voice. “Hey baby!”

“Hola mi amor, Como estas?”

“I’m fine, Raffi…”

“Are you sure? Because Chloe just called me and--”

“She shouldn’t have called you,” You grumbled.

“Y/N, look baby if you’re in distress--”

“I’m not in distress, Rafael. I’m fine,”

“Are you--”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m sorry Chloe called you. I’ll see you at home,” You hung up the phone abruptly. You instantly felt guilty; why were you taking it out on him? He was just trying to help. But you didn’t want him worrying about you, that was the whole point. You just wanted to forget about everything for a while. You laid down under the tree and closed your eyes, enjoying the sunshine on your face.

-------

Meanwhile

Rafael really didn’t want to betray your trust, but he didn’t know what else to do at this point. You clearly needed outside help and you refused to let him give it to you, so he felt like he had no choice. He went down to the precinct and into Olivia’s office.

“Rafa,” Olivia stood up as he walked in.

“Hey Liv,” He nodded, giving her a small hug. She walked back around her desk as he took a seat.

“What’s up?”

“It’s….Y/N,”

“She’s having trouble dealing with her trauma, isn’t she?”

“...Yes,” He nodded sadly. “And she won’t talk to me. She won’t let me talk to her about it because she doesn’t want me to think of her as a ‘victim’ and--”

“Well of course not Rafael, you’re her--” She paused. “Are you two still engaged?”

“YES, Olivia,” He sternly replied. “We’re still engaged,”

“Okay, sorry,” She bit her lip. “Anyway, of course she’s not going to want to discuss her trauma with you, you’re her loved one. Would you want her to see you as a victim?”

“...No,” He shook his head. “But she needs to talk to someone,”

“Are you suggesting I talk to her?” Olivia half laughed. “Because that’s probably worse than talking to you--”

“Why? She won’t feel ashamed telling you things, she doesn’t care what you think of her,”

“Well, gee thanks,”

“You know what I mean,”

“Yeah I do. She doesn’t like me,” Olivia pointed out. “Which means she won’t be as open to me, you know that,”

“Well, I mean if any of the other squad members come to her she’s just going to be upset more and more people know about her, and I just thought---” He sighed and held his head in hands. “I just-- I don’t know what to do, Liv,”

Olivia came around her desk again and put a hand on Rafael’s shoulder. “...I’ll try, if you really want me to,”

He looked up and gave her a small smile. “Thank you, Liv,”

-----------------

That Night

You had come back to Rafael’s after your little meltdown. While you were at school, a very kind gentleman found you lying under the tree and noticed you needed a bit of shall we say, a chill pill. You had gladly taken a few and popped them on the way home, and you were currently sleeping it off in the front of the TV when Rafael came home, and he wasn’t alone.

“Y/N….Baby?” He called, but there was no answer. He gave Liv a worried look as he dashed through your living room, to find you unconscious on the couch while Netflix was asking “ARE YOU STILL THERE?”

“Oh my god, Y/N! Baby, baby are you okay? Y/N, wake up!” Rafael violently shook you as Olivia started to call for a bus. She stopped dialing when you groggily awoke, stroking Rafael’s face with a sleepy smile.

“Heyyy, baby--” You kissed him deeply.

“Are you--- are you high, right now?” He looked at you horrified.

“What? No! No….maybe a little bit,” You bit your lip trying not to giggle at his very serious face.

“God dammit-- Y/N, carino-- why--?”

“Oh my GOD,” You suddenly noticed Olivia standing behind him. “What is she doing here?”

“She came to--”

“Oh my god, you told her to come here didn’t you? You’re kicking me out, aren’t you? For HER?”

“What? No! Jesus Christ, Y/N what exactly did you take--”

“Oh yeah, let me just tell the ginger snap here what drugs I’m on, and then she can throw me in jail and have you all to herself!”

“What the-- alright that’s it, you with me,” He grabbed your arm and started dragging you to his room. “I’m sorry about this Liv,” He looked at her apologetically.

“Oh yeah, sorry Olivia, wouldn’t want to interrupt your romantic evening with my fiancée,” You mocked, making Rafael walk faster. He pulled you into the room but you were so out of it you flopped onto the bed like a rag doll.

“Jesus-- Okay seriously baby, you need to tell me what you took,”

“No! It was nothing, it was just something to calm me down, it’s not a big deal--”

“It IS a big deal!” He yelled angrily. “Look at you! You can barely sit up!”

“I’m fine! See?” You sat up for about 10 seconds before falling back down on the bed again. You started giggling uncontrollably until you saw Rafael’s face. He wasn’t angry anymore he was...sad? Scared? His eyes were filled with tears, his hand was over his mouth.

“....What is happening right now?” You blinked several times, trying to clear your mind. Seeing Rafael in distress suddenly made being high not so fun anymore.

“...You know this is how I had to see my dad every day when I was a kid,” He said through choked back tears. “You know how traumatic it is to see you like this Y/N I don’t know why--”

“What?” You suddenly sat up quickly, holding on to the edge of the bed to keep you upright. “I...no, you said he used to beat--”

“You think he was SOBER while doing that?!” Rafael yelled louder now, and became more angry.

“...No, I guess not--” You hung your head down, mostly because it was difficult to keep it upright.

“I...I can’t talk to you when you’re like this, I just can’t,” He threw his hands up and walked towards the door.

“Rafa I--”

“Just sleep it off, we’ll talk later,” He snarled and slammed the door.

Almost immediately you burst into tears; how could you have done this to him? You hadn’t really thought about his whole dad situation, but now that he said it out loud it made perfect sense.

You just wanted to feel better, without causing him grief. And instead you had caused him heartache and pain. It made you hate yourself more than you already did.

And to top it off, Olivia was now out there with him in the living room, probably comforting him. Holding him while he cried about how you hurt him. You were driving him right back into her arms, no potions needed. You wanted so badly to just go in there and tell her to get the fuck away from your man, but you still couldn’t stand. You just laid there and cried until you fell asleep.

------

Hours later, you woke up to a dark room once again. It was 10:30. How long had you been out? You cautiously opened the door, but the living room was dark. Rafael wasn’t there?

“...Baby?” You called through the apartment to make sure, but sure enough there was no answer. You flipped on the light to see a note with your name on it. Oh god.

“No, no no no no--” You raced over and opened the paper, praying to God it wouldn’t say what you thought it would.

“Y/N-- Went out to clear my head, think about things. There’s food in the fridge I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be back?” You read out loud. When? Tonight? Tomorrow? A week from now? You started to grab your phone to call him, but before you could the door swung open and Rafael came sneaking in-- with Olivia.

“Oh my, Oh my god--” You wanted to vomit right there. They were both clearly a little tipsy and giggling, but when they saw you they straightened up quickly.

“Hey baby, you’re up,” He smiled sweetly, walking over and kissing your cheek.

“Oh so this is what we’re doing now, is it? I get high and upset you, so you go and get drunk to upset me?”

“What? No, I just-- we were just--” He looked to Liv.

“Y/N listen, we were just--” Olivia tried to explain.

“Oh I think you were JUST LEAVING, bitch,” You growled, starting to charge her but Rafael grabbed your arm.

“HEY, leave Liv alone,” He told you sternly, almost glaring at you. You had been here before, this was too familiar. You looked at him in surprise, then turned to Olivia with anger.

“...You did it again, didn’t you?” Hot tears stung your eyes as you swiped your arm from Rafael’s grasp.

“Did what?” Olivia asked, oblivious.

“You dosed him again, DIDN’T YOU?!” You started to charge her again as you screamed, but this time Rafael grabbed you by your waist.

“Y/N! Nobody fucking dosed me, you wanna talk about dosing? Let’s talk about how I found you earlier,” He barked.

“That was completely different--” You started to defend yourself.

“Why? Because you wanted to feel better?” He asked you angrily. “Because I went out and did the same thing, and just because you’re insecure about Liv and I, suddenly she has me under a spell?”

“This isn’t you,” You shook your head with tears rolling down your cheeks. “It just isn’t, I know it’s not,” You looked to Olivia, who still retained her confused look.

“Olivia, can you--?” Rafael looked at her while nodding at the door.

“Yeah, of course, I’ll-- talk to you later,” She gave a little nervous wave before walking out and closing the door behind her.

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“See? Are you happy now?” He threw up his hands. “I didn’t go after her like a little love spelled puppy, Y/N,”

“You don’t have to mock me--”

“I told you I wasn’t under anything! You think that just because I’m mad at you, suddenly I must be under some kind of spell? Because, what? Because I can’t be mad at you, because you’re ‘going through something’? What about me?! What about what you’re putting me through?!”

“I’m trying NOT TO!!!!!!” You screamed.

“Yeah well you’re doing a hell of a job,” He laughed sarcastically, walking through the living room to his room.

“Rafael, Rafa!” You chased after him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--”

“To what, Y/N? To get high in the middle of the day on god knows what? Or did you not mean to get caught?” He sneered as he started to get undressed.

“I just wanted to feel better!!” You stomped your foot.

“I don’t make you feel better? You need drugs for that?!” Tears came to his eyes. He couldn’t believe what you were saying.

“No!!! I just--” You paused, trying not to cry. “I just don’t want our relationship to be you constantly comforting me, or-- or taking care of me, like I’m a child!”

“Yeah well you’re sure as hell acting like one,” He tossed off his pants and dress shirt and stomped into his bathroom to get a t-shirt to wear with his boxers.

“....Why are you putting clothes on to sleep?” You asked him cautiously; you both usually slept naked in each other’s arms all night.

“Because I’m sleeping in the guest room, you can have the bed,” He pushed past you and out the door heading down the hallway to the guest room.

“No, no no no no Rafael don’t,” You quickly trailed him, grabbing his hand and making him face you.

“Why? I don’t make you feel better, why don’t you sleep with your pills?” He narrowed his eyes at you as he pulled away from you and started to walk away again.

“.....Please….” You softly whimpered, making him stop in his tracks. He didn’t turn around, he just looked at the ground and sighed.

“...Please don’t leave me alone,” You sounded like a little girl scared of the dark, but you didn’t care.

You couldn’t pretend that you didn’t need him anymore, because the truth is you did. You needed him by you every second of every day, you felt absolutely helpless without him. And you hated it. But you couldn’t hide it anymore.

After a long pause, Rafael turned back to face you, tears were streaming down your face. You looked so small and pitiful, he instantly regretted yelling at you like he had. He walked back slowly towards you, taking you in his arms and rubbing your back.

“I’m never going to leave you alone, carino,” He whispered as you sobbed into his chest. “I promise you,”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I’m so sorry about today. I just--”

“I know,” He nodded as he walked you back into his room and sat you on the bed as you pulled your clothes off. He took off his clothes and crawled into bed next to you, listening to your cries die down.

“I’m sorry I went out with Olivia, mi amor,” He apologized into your ear as he spooned you. “I knew how much that would hurt you and I did it anyway,”

“...It’s fine,” You nodded, even though you weren’t sure it was. But, you knew on some level that being high in front of Rafael would upset him and you did it anyway, so you couldn’t really hold onto it.

“....You really do need someone to talk to though, baby. Even if it’s not me,” He whispered, kissing the back of your neck gently. “Please?”

“Okay,” You nodded as you turned to face him. “I’ll do anything you want me to Rafa,”

“I want you to do it for you,” He pressed his forehead against yours.

“I don’t care about me, I care about you!” You shook your head.

“And I care about-- see this is what I’m talking about, baby,” He sighed. “You have to stop-- punishing yourself, or hating yourself, for whatever happened. We’re never going to be able to move on if you don’t,”

“....Okay,”

“Okay you’ll do it?”

“...I’ll try,”

“Okay,” He kissed you gently. “That’s all I’m asking,”

“....I flushed the rest of the pills,” You told him softly, making him smile for the first time that night.

“Thank you, baby,” He kissed you again.

“And I don’t care if you think that you’re--- being a burden, or needy, or some kind of anchor because you need me to feel safe. I want you to feel safe, all the time. And I WANT to be the one who makes you feel safe. Not drugs, not alcohol, not anybody else. Me. And if I need to be by your side 24/7 for the time being, then that’s what I’ll do,”

“What? Rafa come on--” You started to protest.

“No, I’m serious,” He took your hands. “I made a commitment to you, and I’m damn sure going to keep it. I will protect you from now until the end of our lives. So, I’ll call Morgan tomorrow and tell her that until further notice, unless I’m in court I’ll be working from home, okay?”

“I---I can’t ask you to do that--”

“You’re not asking me, carino. I’m offering-- No, I’m telling you, that’s what I’m doing,”

“....Okay,” You nodded with a small smile, snuggling closer into his chest as he pulled you tighter.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you more than anything in the world,” He whispered to the top of your head as you fell asleep on his chest.

“I love you too Rafael,” You cooed as you drifted off to sleep.

#rafael barba fluff #rafael barba angst #rafael barba fanfiction #rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #werewolf

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fireopal-tash · 4 years

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MY FAULT!

IT'S MY FAULT!!

When Steven run away from Homeworld he just wanted to be alone, he wanted to feel safe and far from people he could hurt. And that's when he arrived at the least expected place. The Garden. Forgotten and broken. Like Spinel... I don't want to think about it.

This place was far from where he would have wanted to be, but he knew no one would be able to find him. Ever.

And oh, he was feeling so horrible... He was taller, and bigger, reminding him of what he did to Jasper. He could notice the pink all over him. It was horrifying. It was painful. Steven took off his jacket, feeling trapped.

"I don't want it!" he screamed desperate while trying to control himself "I don't want this. I don't want this power or whatever diamond-thing this is..." he groaned in pain. But he could not control it. Didn't know how. He couldn't get rid of this awful feeling that haunted him.

pinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkPINK

"Please..." the hybrid sobbed "just please, stop"

PINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINK

"STOP IT! I'M OKAY! EVERYTHING'S OKAY! I. JUST. NEED. TO STOP IT!!" Steven screamed again. And again. And again. Like a broken record. He needed to stop it and come back home. Everyone must be so worried, and so mad with him. Disappointed. Furious "No! They are not! They... They would never... The gems love me" A monster " No. No. No. Nonononono! I'm not!" But I am. I did that to her. I shattered Jasper. And I almost did the same to White "No!" I am a monster.

"Steven?"

Everything went silent.

Someone he knew was there. Here. With him. "Nononono I'm danger. I'm dangerous. Keep safe. Keep them safe" mumbled the young man, not quite aware of what was going on. Nor of who was there.

"Steven!" a pink little gem ran where Steven was. Not sure of what was happening to him. Not sure of what she could do to help "I should have told the Diamonds about this place. I should have made them come with me. Oh, what am I gonna do!?" Spinel was feeling anxious, her hands above Steven, not quiet touching him.

PINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINKPINK

"Steven, come one, tell me what's wrong. Tell me what to do" she said hastily "Let me help ya'!" the heart-shaped gem dropped feeling useless to the ground, her hands into fists, a flip flop in one of her hands held tightly. Shaking "I even got your foot thong thingy!" she replied smiling weakly at the incoherent mumbles of Steven "So please, talk to me" The murmurs stopped.

"...Spinel?" came the raspy voice. Steven was confuse. What was she doing there? She shouldn't be in the garden. It was dangerous. HE was dangerous. But the pain stopped, so it was okay. He was still pink though. Remain calm.

"Yes. Yes, Steven, it's me. Your best friend Spinel, remember?" her voice was still shaking, still with a big smile on her face and trying (failing) to cheer him up. She looked at Steven's face, or tried to. The hybrid looked away, not wanting to be seen like this. Like a mess. And Pink.

He didn't want to frighten her.

"I'm okay" he said, more to himself than her "Why are you here?"

"Why...? Steven, everyone's worried about ya'. When you... left Homeworld, the Diamonds and I went to Earth. We thought that you would be there. We wanted to know why you left so suddenly... But your friends, they said ya' never came back. So I'm here. I wasn't sure, really, but you are here" she explained giggling. Kinda nervous. Kinda glad she was right.

"Yes. I'm here, and now you should leave"

"W-what...!? Why?? If I did something bad just tell me!" Spinel had had a bad feeling since the start, and she ignored it. Never again.

"It's not... that. You didn't do anything" he tried to explain.

"I didn't... So that's why. You wanted our help, and I just" tears appeared in her eyes " meesed everything up. I was being stupid again. I should have tried to listen to ya'. I-I should have..."

"Stop! This is not YOUR FAULT. IT'S MINE!" the brunette exclaimed. He was losing control. And then he looked her in the face. His eyes were deep pink, his pupils withe diamond-shaped. Snarling.

Spinel screamed.

"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry Spinel" Steven apologised immediately. Nonono. He did it. He scared her. And now she won't even want to be here. I don't want to be alone... Steven held his own body, trying to hide himself. Trying to protect himself. His back hurt.

"Steven. I'm okay, see? It's alright. You just surprised me!" Spinel came closer, sitting next to him "I'm still here"

"You shouldn't..." he said, tired "But I don't want to be alone" his voice broke.

"I want to be here with you. You were there for me when I needed, so I will be here for you"

"No, you're wrong" Steven shacked his head "I don't need anyone. People need ME. I only need to help. To be... useful"

"You're so stubborn..." whispered Spinel without thinking.

"I'm n- Maybe I am" the hybrid hold himself even tighter "I'm stubborn. I'm useless. I'm a monster" he recited.

"Wha'?? Nooo. Of course not! You're... perfect, and kind!" replied the pink gem.

"No, I'm not. You don't even know the horrible things I did." he was getting angry. Control yourself.

"Then tell me!" Steven kept silent "Steven" nothing "Steven...?" still nothing "Steven!" she tried one last time.

"Ugh! Enough! You want to know? Okay, I'll tell you all the bad things I did. I tried to help the gems in little Homeworld and I failed. I tried gardening and I failed again. I decided to do some training with Jasper and I... shattered her!"

"Wh-"

"And I almost shattered White Diamond too! One of your friends now. So yeah, I am a monster! My fault! It's my fault!" he finished with a growl. He was feeling that same pain again. And for some reason it was even worse... It was too much. He needed to ger rid of that feeling somehow. So, he did what he thought was best. He hit the ground with all his might. Bad idea.

When Steven looked up again, Spinel was still there. Watching him. Not... scared, exactly, but worried. Her eyes wide open.

"I'm s-"

"Stop apologising" she pleaded "You're not okay. You feel bad. And you did bad things. As I did. I tried to kill you, and your planet. I rejuvenated your friends. All because of the pain I felt. You're not alone, Steven" Spinel was crying again. She, more than anyone, knew what it was like to feel like a monster. "So stop saying that. Because if you are a monster then what am I?"

"Spinel..." Steven felt guilty. He was supposed to be better... but Spinel made him realised something. Everyone he has ever met made mistakes. He was not perfect. Not even White was perfect. He was... just a kid. He felt like a kid. Even Spinel was a kid, in a way. She never had the time to grow up, like most gems he knew of. Always alone and trapped. Lapis experienced the same and she was okay. She was better now. She had him and Peridot. And he had a family, and friends. Spinel is also a friend now, he noticed "I need help" the hybrid confessed. His tears falling down on the ground "You're right. I'm not okay and I need help. So, will you help me? I... I think it's time to go home. I miss them..."

"Of course, Steven" the heart-shaped gem replied, relieved. Both stood up and hold each other. With a timid smile, Spinel looked at Steven "You know, now that we are friends I could visit you from time to time" she tried to joke.

"Spinel, you're always welcome to Earth" said the brunette with a small smile.

~TheEnd~

I wanted this two to talk with each other. They are so similar that I just... needed this. So here I am xD But also, I wanted to do this for the other fans who also wanted this to happen~ UwU <3

If this is a ship or not, it depends on the reader, so not hate please!

Hope you all like it! And sorry for any mistakes, I'm Spanish ^w^'

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elusive---ivory · 4 years

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Little Clown pt 3

MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU FILTHY ANIMALS!!! It Christmas Eve, and here's my present to you guys 💕💕💕💕 You all are amazing and spectacular. This is a long one boys so hold on tight.

PAIRING: Arthur Fleck/Joker x Oc

WARNING: Smut (in the first half), Sub!Joker, and choking.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Taglist:

@princessgeekface @gloomyladyy @memory-mortis @mijachula

Sandy woke up to the soft sound of water running. She got up noticing her lack of clothing. Last night, Arthur and Sandy had a lot of 'catching up to do'. She smirked, walking into the bathroom, seeing Arthur already in the shower. Arthur's dyed green hair was dripping down his back.

"Hey, your hair is melting." Sandy joked, as she stepped in the shower with him.

Arthur chuckled, turning around, kissing Sandy's cheek.

"Everyone's looking for you. You know that right?" Sandy spoke softly, as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I know. I'm famous. More so than that Bruce Wayne kid." Arthur bragged.

Sandy laughed. "Joker has really made a name for himself."

"You know it. I'm the king of Gotham." Arthur pulled Sandy close to him. "And you're my queen."

Sandy smiled, but her smile shifted into worry.

"What's wrong?" Arthur smirked, with brief concern in his eyes.

"It's nothing, dear." Sandy threw her hands around Arthur's neck, pulling him into a his.

Arthur kissed down her jaw to her neck.

"Arth-" Sandy's moan was cut off with a hush.

"Joker." Arthur whispered, nuzzled into her neck. Arthur bit her neck hard, drawing blood.

Sandy pushed Arthur away. "Fuck, Arthur. That hurt." She yelled.

Arthur laughed. "I'm sorry. It wasn't meant to hurt you."

Sandy smirked. "Looks like I gotta hurt you now."

Arthur's interest was peaked. He turned off the shower nozzle.

"I'm gonna hurt you so bad." Sandy drew out the word 'bad'.

"Oh? How are you going to hurt me, Sandy?" Arthur teased.

"You'll see." Sandy leaned over biting Arthur's ear.

Arthur moaned, laughing. "That didn't hurt."

Sandy pulled back, placing her hands on his jugular. She tightly squeezed it.

Arthur gasped. His eyes widened as Sandy smiled sweetly, squeezing harder.

"Sandy. S-sandy." Arthur choked out.

Sandy chuckled. "Oh, baby. Doesn't it feel good."

Arthur nodded. He felt her long nails scratch down his neck, leaving marks.

Sandy took her hands off Arthur's throat. "Lay down." She demanded.

Arthur obeyed, feeling his blood pressure rise. He felt mesmerized by Sandy. He had never seen her so dominant before. It was almost if she made a transformation herself. In this moment, he didn't feel like he was inside Sandy, but inside someone controlling her.

Sandy got on top of him, putting her hands back on his throat.

Arthur grabbed onto her hips as Sandy grinded onto him, rocked back and forth on him. He felt himself be in and out of her without lifting a finger. He felt the pressure rise inside of him.

"Tell me, Joker. Could Harley ever ride you like this? Could she make you her bitch? I didn't think so. You know damn well that I can fuck you better than that ditzy blonde. You're already yearning for me, boy. You just try to cover it up with your tough guy person. I know that's all a facade. Doesn't it feel good, Artie. Doesn't just feel like heaven?"

Sandy smirked, keeping a tight grip on his neck, but leaving it a little loose. Red marks appeared all around Arthur's neck as Sandy dug her nails deeper.

Arthur went wild. He had the biggest grin planted on his face. The feeling was too much. He gasped tiny moans as felt himself release. He tilted his head back, breathing heavily.

Sandy let out an breathy moan, leaving her hands to go limp, and fall onto Arthur's chest.

Arthur looked at Sandy with half-lidded eyes. His hand crept up to her cheek, rubbing it softly.

"I love you, Sand-" Sandy cut Arthur off with her lips.

"Dolly." She whispered.

Arthur smirked. "Dolly." He repeated.

Ruth woke up early. Usually, she would wake up after her mother made her breakfast, but today seemed different. Ruth noticed clothes sprawled all over the living room.

To her notice, she also saw the ashtray filled all the way up with cigarettes. Sandy never smoked that much unless she was really stressed out.

Ruth saw him in the kitchen. His green locks shined in the light of the morning sun, smoking a cigarette. Ruth hid behind the kitchen wall. Another thing she noticed was he was wearing her mother's robe. Ruth looked up at him, cautiously.

Arthur saw Ruth's copper hair again the kitchen hallway. He defused his cigarette and walked towards her.

Ruth froze as her eyes met with his.

"Hey, honey. What are you doing up?" Arthur asked, looking down at the frightened girl.

Ruth stuttered. "I was, uh, just getting some, uh, milk."

Arthur smiled. "Oh. Is that right? Ruth, is it?" He asked, trying to remember his own daughter's name.

Ruth nodded hesitantly.

"Your mother picked a beautiful name." Arthur sighed, disassociating.

Ruth looked at Arthur strangely. "Why are you still here, Mr. Joker?" She asked, still very frightened by him.

Arthur didn't understand why Ruth was so afraid of him. He didn't have his clown makeup on. "What's wrong with me staying here?" Arthur asked, kneeling down to Ruth's level.

"My mommy will be upset." Ruth said, obviously making up an excuse. Truth be told, Ruth didn't trust Joker, then again, she didn't trust really anyone. Ruth was told that people in Gotham were cruel and mean. It was up to her to fix it, and make Gotham a better place. Of course, many people would disagree with her.

Arthur chuckled. "Well, your mother would've already kicked me out if she didn't want me here."

Ruth froze. "Um, well, I don't want you here." She stuttered.

Arthur feigned sadness. "Oh, looks like I'm gonna sleep out on the streets." He mocked, fake crying.

Ruth felt bad. "I'm sorry. You can stay, but my room is off limits."

Arthur smiled again, pulling Ruth into a hug. "Thanks, Ruthie. It means a lot to me."

Sandy stood in the hallway, fully dressed. "Ruth, come over here." She called, from the living room.

Sandy sat Ruth down, gently. "I'm sure you've gotten well acquainted with Joker, here."

Ruth nodded. "Why is he here?" Ruth whispered, hushed.

"It's complicated, my dear. You see, Joker is, well, your father." Sandy uttered those words hesitantly, expecting Ruth's reaction.

Ruth's eyes widened. "This isn't true, is it? Mommy?" A tear fell down Ruth's face.

Sandy's face soften as she wiped the tear of her daughter's face. "It is."

Ruth looked over at Joker, then looked back at her mother. She furrowed her eyebrows for a sec, then all emotion wiped off her face.

"I'll be in my room, Mommy." Ruth spoke, monotonously. She pushed past Sandy, and slammed her bedroom door.

Sandy sighed, frustrated. She felt immense guilt about lying to her daughter. Keeping the charade up for this long wore on Sandy.

Arthur lingered in the doorway, smirking. "She'll learn to like me. I may not have fantastic looks, but at least I have a charming personality." He mocked, flopped onto the couch next to Sandy.

"You have good looks too. You're easy to fall for." Sandy smirked, nuzzling up to Arthur.

"Awww, shucks, Dolly. You're too kind." Arthur smiled.

Sandy smiled. "You got me falling for you even more."

Arthur smirked, kissing Sandy softly on her lips. "And, I've gotten very attached to you. I thought about you a lot. I couldn't keep my mind on anything else in Arkham. The first time you didn't show up to our visits I was worried. It was so lonely in the hospital. I just wanted you in my arms. When I was let out to the common area, I spoke to no one. I isolated myself, until Miss Quinn said I was spending too much time lingering on the past. I would roll my eyes. I didn't care much about what she was saying, but she promised me freedom. I like to think about that morning me and you met. How elegant you looked. You remember, don't you? In that very elevator, you actually talked to me, and looked at me in a way no one had before."

Arthur held Sandy close to him, softly petting her hair. "I never want to be apart from you, again, Sandy."

Sandy's head rested on Arthur's chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat from his ribcage.

"Who was Harley Quinn in Arkham, anyway?" Sandy asked.

Arthur let out a frustrated sigh. "She was psychiatrist that lost her mind in Arkham. I don't remember how, because I didn't really listen to her. I do remember meeting her in the common room."

Arthur scoffed. "She said she couldn't stand to see me in Arkham, seeing as miserable as I was. I told her that I needed someone to watch after you, so she did. Harley told me she wanted to escape this hellish life in Arkham and wanted to run away with me. I don't remember the answer, but it wasn't no. I was upset and heartbroken, because I was convinced that you left me. What changed my mind about Harley was because she threatened to hurt a kid."

Arthur paused for a second, feeling the rage build up in his chest. "Before, I even knew that she was my kid." Arthur trailed off.

A loud scream came from Ruth's bedroom. Sandy and Arthur both got up and headed for the door.

"RUTH!" Sandy yelled, kicking down the door.

The window was broken, along with vines crawling up the window.

Sandy dropped to the ground sobbing.

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More bro fic.... angst fodder kind content.

Take that can away if you can

I never see Shane works that don't go all in for romance nor explore the more realistic ugly parts of recovery, and I kind of crave That TM. So let me have at it too with the self-insert whump mumbo jumbo; no romo version.

Set post-8 hearts event- not 10, jesus-, Farmer Uidelsib is two years or so in, full house built and married to Emily. They/them pronouns, same as me.

Diverges from then on, Shane-centric from an outside POV for the most part.

I also put it on Ao3.

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A bitch bastard man and a bitch walk into a room... Chapter 1/2/3/4

"I think we should talk about this."

If the room was stifled before, this just causes the pin to drop, and the relative lull to shatter with it. I don't want a storm, but we can't pretend the sea's a slightly oversized pond if we want him not drowning in it- again, my mind supplies, unhelpful.

He's zoning out again, blurry eyes pointedly off me, preferring the turned-off TV.

Let's start easy. "Why did you come here, Shane?"

"I-I-" It sounds like an excuse building up and it bubbles out like a shaken can, "I don't- I shouldn't have-" he goes to up and leave, and we just can't have that.

I scrape my chair closer and grab his shoulder, same as before. Hopefully it's more placating than caging. "No, you should have. You did good. Seeking out, remember?"

He doesn't answer but stills.

"Like Dr.Campbell and Harvey said." I try again.

"Yeah… Yeah." Deep breathing. "I. Don't know." He searches for my face, not quite past the nose. I nod, ushering him on. "It's. Stupid." I frown and my eyebrow goes higher than before and he immediately doubles down. "I know- positiv' reinforchment and all that shit! But… It's hard." A tired hand wipes the most of moisture off his face, before it goes back to wriggle with the other on his lap. "It's so fuckin' hard. Didn't even last two seasons!-"

I cut him off. "Two seasons is a lot! One and a half too. Last time, you'd tried to go cold turkey on the spot. We know what that got us." Sea foam in the mouth and a shared cold in the early spring, on top of a Joja lawsuit. "Shit's hard, like you said. You lasted one and a half this time. Next time-"

"Why the fuck do you always think there's gonna be a next time."

This time, I still. My laidback demeanor mirror his, but so does the cold anger creeping in and tensing both our backs.

"Because. There is going to be a next time. And another after that. And another. Same way there's been next times before this one now."

What's left unsaid we don't touch.

All irritation floods from him like it's just pointless to keep it in anymore, and his forehead goes to thunk softly against the wooden surface he leaned on before. The table muffles his next words a little.

"I can't… keep doing that." I don't peep. "I can't keep rolling back down and then up and down, and up, and down. I- I just can't, Garcia- Uidel-"

"I'll drag you there." I shrug.

"But you shouldn't have to!" His voice raises and make the boards vibrate where his skin's still pressed. "You shouldn't have to-to fuckin'-" he sniffles, the following words drowned out in held-back sobs. "Fuck damn it, you- I said I- I wouldn't be a burden anymore!"

He's crying out loud now, open sorrow and no walls left. Out of all the things you could stick on the not-so amiable man sulking straight from bed to Jojamart to Stardrop Saloon to bed, you probably wouldn't think of "extreme scare of bothering anyone". Yet it's all here in how he collapses silently in the mattress, wake without a sound, keep his head down the whole time he crosses town, tries to merge himself in the fake-nice blue of the shelves at work, then corners himself right between the chimney and the bar on Emily's side, stuck in-between two sources of warmth that can never touch him unless he swings one way or the other. And he doesn't a lot, still keeping to himself strictly. You probably wouldn't think either of how dreamy he gets, hidden in his alcove but seeing everything from there.

When Harvey nerds out about classical, jazz and electro swing music down the bar to me, trying to catch me up on my fuzzy memories of arts history and the implications of breaking codes in the tempo and the leisure of each instruments; of how each note gets a specific response from the brain if done right, and can make up for caffeine deprivation in miraculous ways, when there are no more chances to push back the dread of midterms season at doctor school.

When Elliott, boisterous and drunk, arm-on-arm with an equally inebriated Leah, calls out to the whole place to hear out his latest soliloquy, and drags on the words too much, but with a voice that carries it well, all flamboyance and no limits, as his hair floats around him in a crown and he reigns over the room like a kind lion- Description all intoxicated words from your chicken man truly, not mine. I always get too caught up in the pendulum of Leah's braid and her crooked smile to quite appreciate his theatrics. But the recital rings clear, and everyone applauds the performance- because hey, you applaud a drunk guy showing off the prowess of not tripping a single word in a ten minutes tirade, but also because it really is that good! Everyone, even Shane, whose hands zipped to under his armpits the moment our eyes crossed and I met his pink cheeks with a clairvoyant smile.

Hey, what can I say. Dude's a sapiosexual. Hence why we'll never and cannot bang. That, and, uh, the being lesbian thing.

But all this is closed off and not for anyone to see behind see-through fogged windows, like those kitchen cabinets, when you can make out the piled plates all resting against the cold surface precariously, bound to crash and shatter the moment you open them.

It took a good wrecking ball of a fake-oblivious polite faced stranger and my incessant, hot pepper poppers-powered pestering, to even just crackles the glass.

The rest was all done out of his own volition. He can't see that because alcohol is a depressant, and guzzling it down leads to blurry concepts made softer always and pretty much lush in brain, and when he's off the thing, and that's rare, he instantly goes from not there to thinking he's everywhere, soiling everything and giving nothing.

His sobbing doesn't relent, and he whimpers issues of "trustworthy sack of shit", "not being worth the fucking shrink's money", "not being worth his aunt's troubles", "not being worth Jas". At some point he goes to grapple with his hair, and tugs brusquely once, then twice, then I have to reach for his wrist to make him stop, which he snatches back as soon as I make contact. But he doesn't grab anything to pull or pinch or punch again, so that's good. I stay on standby beside him, but don't touch him. He rasps more condemnations, struggles to breathe enough through the phlegm spreading in his respiratory system, and I start reenacting the steps to stop a hyperventilation in my head, and the first aid for choking, when he begins to cough violently, his entire frame upset with the movement.

He takes the tissue box i nudge with insistence toward him, and ends up spitting mouthfuls of mucus mixed with some bile in the basin under his feet. Most of it is clear and smells of fruits, not beer, so I'm not too worried. When I go to stabilize him by taking his shoulders, he grasps at my wrists to stop me- but let them stay here, while he clings. The tremors get to me now, and I remind myself that this is good, this is before the cliffs and him finding refuge to burst open, not glassily stare at the weeping clouds as he blabbers on the meaninglessness of his life.

This is… very alive.

I ought to be glad.

I let him come down at his rhythm, counting the pulses of his wrists as I feel mine numb with the blood circulation slowed down under his hold.

When he's back with a mind, I count to three, then let go. His arms flop back down, on his lap and hands dangling between his tighs. He blows his nose again.

"I'm so pathetic…"

"Yeah sure, and I'm a serial prom queen."

Instead of jabbing back and forth, we get interrupted by a soft mewling. Both of us turn to the door, that's opened slightly to let in Eryza, the pitter-patter of her paws on the stone flooring the only sound for a moment…

As we both stare in revulsion at her jaw, a single line of vomit dripping of it.

Shane puts his head down in shame, not even having the strenght to hide further.

"Sorry."

"Nah, 's okay. She's already trash, anyway."

Eryza edges closer and rapidly tour around our legs- going back to Shane's feet twice, her whiskers tickling his exposed ankles. Purring loudly, she completely ignore my chastizing as I threaten to make her diet periwinkle-based to counter-act her literal potty mouth, and she scampers to do who-knows-what in the rooms.

"Your vibes are rancid, do you hear me?? Rancid, girl!" I call after her. "I swear to Yoba, Shane, your aunt might as well have brought me a raccoon."

Turning back to him, I can see the short-lived humor of the situation was, well, short-lived. I sigh.

It's late. We're both tired. Tomorrow is sunday. It's cool. We've got time.

I don't sit back down right away. First, I put a hand down on the nape of his neck, that slides to the top of his scalp, right where he'd tug. My quota, remember?

He sniffles some, a few teardrops make their way to the planks, unheard. We stay like this for a moment.

He doesn't shake me off, but in the slow tandem his body takes, rocking lightly from back to forth, I can tell it's enough, for now.

I sit back down on my chair.

I lean on the hand I'd put in his dark purple strands before, smelling cedar wood and pine trees. I don't assume. My farm has plenty of those to stumble through. And even if he went back to the cliff, another time again. I do that too. With my own cliffs back at not-home, but close. There's a sense, in staring down what couldn't take you.

Like visiting a scene crime that you've narrowly escaped from. And pride too. And the thrill of asking- "what if again? What if this time?"- and okay, I can see why it'd be worrying to have him go there a thrice time on his own late in the evening.

But last time was fine, the one before was made fine, and he might need a bitch for a friend right now, but not a watchdog.

His forehead is back against the table.

Three fingers massage my temple. I don't know how much he'll even remember tomorrow, but it's worth the try, always.

"Shane, dude, look at me." He doesn't.

"Dude."

Still doesn't budge. I knock the wood lightly.

"Yo, punk, my eyes are up here." I joke.

He snorts, or maybe he sniffles, and his chin's now resting on the table, peering through the forgotten drinks to watch me. His hands are hidden, probably still clutching his midsection. If I went on a rollercoaster toasted, I'd probably look the exact same.

"I told you before that you literally couldn't be a burden."

He snorts for sure this time, derisive. I knock wood again. "Don't look away from me when I talk, young man. Rude ass punk."

"Bitch." He throws.

"Bitch bastard man." I send back. "Anyways, as I was saying. If I choose you're my dumb of ass to keep around, that's me, that's my decision. You can't burden me if I choose the hard mode package and roll with it. So stop it. I literally told you before, it's not about you not making efforts or burdening people, it's about people who want to deal with you, out of free will."

"Freaky."

"Oh shut up, you dramatic himbo wannabe."

"A what now?"

"Internet slang. Gotta admit you're closer to a dad bod type, but the energy's here, according to many."

He shuffles, self-conscious. "Y'don't need to remind me…"

"Oh hush you, you're perfectly fine. And Elliott would eat his dumb little lobster and pomegranate toasts off that belly if you'd grow out of your own shell and let him."

He sputters unintelligibly, red as a fecking pepper. Good. Flustered is better than self-depreciating.

But now he's pulled on his hood and the strings all the way out, and resumes to chanting me to fuck off, so that might be a good call for a break.

"I'm gonna change and clean up, you need anything? Do you think you'll go back to the ranch, or stay here for the night?" It's happened before, but you can count them on the fingers of one hand.

A long silence follows and I allow myself a quick look in the mirror. Yeah, we're skipping a shower tonight, but the simple hairbrush will not do. I look like a bird's nest that the birds fought in to know who'd keep the children when bird 2 takes off and bird 1 is left to mourn the empty space that'll never fill up the same again and the good times that won't be- wow, trauma lane much, not now, cowpal. First we buckle up our current rodeo. I walk back to the main room, now pajama-clad.

"I've got the beds for the possible kids up there, don't ask me why Robin put so many there, we're two people in a house, and I can lend you a Tee if you want."

He's anxious, chewing his thumb. "Emily won't mind?"

"She's out, sleeping at Haley's tonight. Girls' night and sisters catching up. It's important for her energy flow and karmic balance. Plus, you know she wouldn't mind, she likes you."

That makes him blush more, covering up the alcohol damage enough. I take note, but don't comment. Things for later. They pile up tonight.

"I- I can't go back to the ranch like this."

"You could. Marnie knows better than act as if you're doing this for fun, now. She'd have to understand. But you don't have to." I reassure him when agitated pupils jump up to me. Let's keep that ongoing panic attack at bay. "Either way, I won't mind."

I sit back. Stretch my arms between us. Catch his worrying hands into mine. Give him a squeeze. Tense appendages don't squeeze back, but don't pull back either. That's half a win. He stops torturing the poor things, and unfold with visible effort, like a crumpled up paper flower put on water. His head shakes, and I can't tell if it's conscious, him speaking with himself or trying to shake off a thought, or just a reflex. He visibly forces his shoulders to relax.

"I'm… not bothering you?" Righteous. Seeking vocal positive reinforcement, like a pro.

"Nope." I pop out the 'p'.

"... I think I'll, uh, stay for tonight."

My hands shoot into the air. "Woo! Sleepover, baby!"

I don't catch his hands curling back on themselves, trying to capture that leftover warmth in the late summer night.

--- to be continued.

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Chikara: Zenshin suru (2/?)

Summary:Moving forward. At least thats what Ellie is trying to do. Meanwhile Colt finds trouble back home. Catch up HERE. If you would like added to the tag list, let me know.

Raiting: Mature. This series deals with violence, angst, death, sexual situations and bad choices. Read at your own risk.

Ellie sat up in disbelief oh you have got to be kidding me she flopped back down on the bed. "Oooh come on Ellie, its gonna be so much fun." Ellie rolled her eyes as she was lifted up off the bed. "Seriously Ingrid, how the hell did you end up in here? You had a different roommate." Ellie groaned, could her luck get any worse? A horribly emotional Thanksgiving, and now this, she was convinced someone hated her.

"Well," Ingrid flipped her hair and sat on ellies bed "I put in for a new roommate before Thanksgiving. She was horrible, she used to microwave liver, the dorm smelled like burnt rotten sneakers." She pointed her finger to her throat, making a gagging sound. "So they called with this opening and well, here I am!" She perked up. "Come on, there's a party tonight in the dorms across the quad, lets go."

"A party? God no. I'm really not in the mood to party, it was a long, long break and a long flight, you go on without me this time ok. " Ellie refused.

"No can do! I have watched you mope around this campus like a sad little puppy dog. It stops now! Get up, get your ass dressed." Ellie eyed Ingrid in disbelief, was she really going to allow her high school rival boss her around. She stared at Ingrid a moment longer, arms folded against her chest. "Fiiiiiiine!" She got up and started getting ready. Once she was fully dressed she grabbed Colts jacket and walked out the door.

They walked into the crowded halls of the building across the quad. The music pumping throughout, kegs in many of the rooms and almost everyone had a red solo cup in hand. "Want a beer?" Ingrid tried talking over the loud music. "No. I don't drink." She shouted back, Ingrid shrugged her shoulders "suit yourself." Ingrid paraded Ellie around, introducing her to so many people. She felt oddly out of place, but if she was going to try and move on, she figured maybe this was a start. What she wouldn't give to have Riya here with her now, but Riya was a little over an hour away at hartfeld. They were standing there talking to some girl Ingrid knew when two guys approached, one with Dark blonde hair, the other a brunette with stunning blue eyes. The girl walked away leaving the two of them, with the two guys. "Looking good Ingrid." The blonde smirked as he leaned in kissing Ingrid's cheek. "Kyle, this is Ellie. Ellie, kyle." Ellie gave him a shy wave. "Nice to meet you Ellie, this is my friend Nick." Kyle introduced the two.

Ingrid and Kyle were caught up in an intense, flirtatious conversation, leaving Ellie and Nick standing there. "So. You don't look like you want to be here." Nick finally broke the silence. "I'm not really into the whole party scene." She admitted. "Neither am I, I only came because Kyle wanted to see Ingrid." He chuckled as he stood next to Ellie. "Yeah. Ingrid drug me out. Still getting used to being friends with her, after being rivals for so long."

"Oh, so you two knew each other before college?" He quirked his brow, seemingly interested in having a conversation with her. "Yeah. We went to the same high school. Battled for valedictorian our senior year."

Nick leaned in a little closer. "And which one of you won it?" His voice low and Intoxicating. She bit her lower lip. Trying to stop the huge grin from spreading across her face. "I bet it was you. You got that smart and beautiful thing going for you." Her face was now beat red. "Beautiful huh?" She tried to even her voice, praying he didn't hear the slight tremor. "I call it how I see it. And you Ellie, are probably the most beautiful woman here." Ellie turned a deep shade of crimson, it had been a while since anyone flirted with her. She couldn't help but think about Colt, what he was doing in that moment, wondering if he even thought of her at all anymore. Ellie mentally reprimanded herself, she was trying to move on with her life, she needed to stop pretending that she and Colt were anything but a distant memory now. "Hey Nick, wanna dance?" Nick smiled wide "Lets do it."

****

California…

Colt climb off his bike and stashed it, he made his way quickly down the familiar street and ducked in the side through the loose boards. He had been coming to the shop here and there for a few months, ever since the heat from the FBI died down. He hadn't been in a couple weeks, he spent Thanksgiving break with his mom and he was itching to get back to the shop and continue his treasure hunt. He started in the back of the shop, mostly sticking to the private quarters. His pop wasn't like a regular blue collar guy, he didn't use a bank except for the legit auto shop account. Everything else he had was hidden in the shop like In the walls where one or more of his great grandparents installed a fireproof safe, Loose floorboards, hollowed out cabinets with a removable panel. Colt had found the deed to the garage, a copy of Kaneko's will leaving everything to him, the original he was certain in a safe deposit box somewhere, he knew he would have to piece clues together, it was what his dad did. He also found Several stacks of money, bonds and other property deeds.

He climbed the steps to Logans loft. He had yet to go up there, the bitter taste of Jealousy still thick on his tongue. He hated Logan from the moment he met him, he hated that a pretty boy was his father's prize poodle, he had the nice car, the good jobs, and he had Ellie eating out of the palm of his hand. He snorted, a smirk forming on his lips when that changed. He swore he could still feel the softness of her lips pressed against his, her arms wrapped tightly around him as they lost themselves in the pacific.

Colt walked through the room, stepping over debris, a gaping hole in the roof letting the moonlight shine in giving him some natural light.

He found a metal box under the burnt bed frame, he had to pry it open, not much inside except a few slips of paper and a flash drive. He checked his phone, 9pm. He had been there longer then he should. He pocketed the flash drive and descend the stairs to the bay. His eyes landed on something glimmering in the moonlight. He reached down to pick up the item, his heart caught in his chest as he realized what it was.

******

The day he took Ellie to her driving test, he wandered around inside the dmv, waiting for her to finish up. He knew she would pass, she was a natural. A rack of keychains sat displayed in front of him, he fumbled through them until he found the perfect one.

He waited outside as Ellie bounced out of the DMV, a freshly printed license in hand. "I passed, I passed!" She squealed as she threw her arms around Colts neck. "Congratulations. Here I got you something." He held out the silver crown keychain. Ellie looked between him and the key chain, as she took it out of his hand "thank you colt. But why a crown?" Colt shrugged his shoulders, "I'll tell you later, now come on let's get back to the shop."

*******

How did it get here? He knew Ellie had it on her keychain when she left for school, she hadn't been back to the shop after that night, unless. Unless she was there, sometime while he was away. He felt the lump in this throat grow bigger, she was there and he could have seen her. In that moment the need to see her, to feel her in his arms, to hear her voice, taste the sweetness of her lips. It was all too much to bare. He shook the thoughts from his head, she was at Langston, safely away from the crime ridden streets of LA, it wouldn't be long until he was with her again.

He put the keychain in his pocket, along with the flash drive and headed to where he stashed his bike a few blocks over. He kept looking over his shoulder, a nagging feeling he was being followed. He got to his stash spot, attempting to quickly climb on his bike and start it and thats when he hit him. Colt crashed to the ground with a thud, his bike coming with him. He had just enough time to roll as his attacker came down on him with a knife. He sprang to his feet, adrenaline coursing through him. His assailant charged forward, colt side stepping, grabbing the attacker by the arm, bringing his elbow down on his shoulder, the knife hitting the ground with a clatter.

The man clutched his shoulder, crying out in pain. "Wrong choice buddy. Guess you don't know who I am?" Colt spat as the man turned, baring a rage filled face. "I don't ask names, I do what im told." He circled Colt, looking for his opening when his fist connected hard with Colts jaw. The attacker grabbed the knife, as colt lunged forward, tackling him to the ground. Colts first landing blow after blow, the man lifted his hand, slicing into colts side. Fuck! Colt screamed out in pain, it only fueled his rage further as he screamed "Who sent you?" he screamed as he twisted his body bringing the mans arm behind him,incapacitating him. "Arg, not going. To tell you." Colt shook his head as he pulled his arm further behind him. "Ahhh. Wallace. His names wallace." Satisfied colt released his hold on the man, shoving him to the ground. "Of course he didnt give you a fucking name. The little bitch. He knew you'd never fucking do it." Colt circled the man, stalking him like a lion and he was his prey. The man looked up at him confused, A devious smirk played on his lips, "the names Kaneko." He let the name set in. "I'm thinking the letters M.P.C are flashing in your mind right now aren't they?" The man sat there, paralyzed in fear. "Now, you run and tell all your friends, that MPC still runs things." The man nodded his head and took off.

Colt clutched his side, the realization that he was hurt crashing down on him at once. He hopped on his bike, flying down the highway to the only place he could think to go.

He pulled up to a small house in a backwoods California town, Killed the engine and walked to the house. He reached the door, banging harder than necessary. "Colt. What the hell are you doing here?" The voice spoke through the latched door. "I know. I'm sorry but, its an emergency." He pulled his blood covered hand from his side. "I need your help."

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Stay (Yungblud x Adam fic)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21494953

Rating: -

Category: m/m

Fandom: Yungblud (Musician)

Relationship: Adam Warrington/Yungblud |Dominic Harrison

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff & Angst

Language: English

Stay

It was a late, dark rainy night with only a little city lights illuminating it. Dominic whimpered softly and rolled over in his bed before he woke up with a jerk. Gasping for air, he rubbed his teary eyes, smudging the messy makeup even more.

“That all isn't fookin' right, where is he…” Dom mumbled to himself, putting on the first shirt he saw, along with boots, and ran out of the front door into the pouring rain. He seemed to be still not fully awake as he imagined scary things that could have happened, but would not possibly actually happen. However, right now he believed in it, tears rolling down his cheeks as he was getting more and more terrified but determined to finish his journey.

Adam rubbed his eyes, cursing under his breath. He was tired and he literally was ready to kill the person who woke him up in the middle of the night by ringing the doorbell a few times already. Still, he crawled out of his bed, put on a robe and went to open the door with a short “I'm coming”.

The guitarist opened the door, not even bothering to look into the peep hole to see who was it, if it were not just some children joking. When he opened it though, there was something he was not expecting at all.

Dom stood in his doorway, looking at his feet and fidgeting with his fingers as if he was guilty. His clothes were soaked, he was shaking and it was obvious that he was trying not to sob as he bit his lower lip.

“What the fuck, it's 3am!” Adam scolded but as he came closer, he noticed the state Dom was in. He had never seen Yungblud himself be so distressed and that was disturbing. “…oh.”

“I-I'm sorry, Adam… Can I stay?...” Dom mumbled.

His voice was suddenly so small and his chubby cheeks were wet with tears and smudged eyeshadows as he looked up at the man. Adam did not feel sleepy or angry all of a sudden, instead, he got concerned as he let Dom in.

“You're shaking. Wait here for a bit,” Adam tapped the boy's shoulder gently and went into bedroom to get some dry clothes.

He returned quickly and handed his own hoodie to Dom so he could change out of his wet clothes. Dom muttered a quiet “thank you” and looked at Adam with a blank gaze, as if not sure that all of it was real. Adam looked back and his eyes lingered on Dom's pretty but lost face, turning away after to let him change.

When he was done, Dom turned to Adam and hugged him tightly, burying his face in the crook of his neck as he sobbed hard. Adam hugged back, wrapping his arms around Dom's shoulders that shook as he cried.

“Shh, it's okay,” Adam said softly as he petted Dom's messy hair gently to comfort him and then kissed him on the forehead. “So would you tell me what is it, baby? Anything hurts? Did someone die?”

With no response, Dom squeezed his eyes and hugged Adam as tightly as he could, sobbing again. Adam was seeing him so distressed for the first time and wondered what could bring him to that kind of a breakdown.

“Let's go sit down,” Adam gestured to the couch in the living room, “I'm gonna give you some candy and cuddle, but you would tell me what happened, okay?” he asked gently, looking Dom in the face.

“Mhm,” Dom nodded against his chest and let go of him reluctantly as Adam pushed Dom away a little and leaded him to the living room.

“Here, get warm,” Adam wrapped him in a blanket as he sat down. “I'll be back, just gonna bring some tea and candy,” the man said quickly while looking through the shelves.

Sitting on the couch, Dom took the edge of the blanket, that Adam had given him, and sniffed it a little. Smells like him. He decided that he had to memorise the moment as he really appreciated the care and tenderness Adam was offering. Just realising how much it actually could mean, Dom wished that everything would stay like this forever. He did not like to feel kind of weak, but he liked to feel loved.

Adam flopped onto the sofa next to Dom, interrupting his thoughts. He put two cups of tea and a chocolate on the coffee table and smiled at Dom a little. Now it looked like they switched roles for a while. Adam did not want it to stay like this from now on and that is why he tried his best to cheer up the other boy, to bring his positive self back. Even though it was pretty annoying, Adam had to admit that he already missed the loud and cheery side of Dom.

“Come on, why are you like this? Dom~...” the guitarist stretched his words while poking at Dom’s cheek lightly with a pout on his face “Just tell me so I can help. You know, I don’t wanna see you so sad, baby...”

“Now when I think of that, it sounds so fookin' stupid and weird,” Dom said and took a sip of hot, sweet tea, holding the cup with his both hands, “Thank you for this. And, I’m sorry I woke you up just because of one silly thing.”

“Hey Dom, listen to me, okay? I don’t know what is it though, but to me, things that make you fucking cry are the most serious and must be dealt with first. I’m not ever gonna ignore something that makes you sad and you know it. So just tell me. ...And, want some?” Adam took a piece of the chocolate bar he brought and offered it to his sudden guest, smiling contentedly as the he took it with a soft chuckle.

“Actually, I just had a nightmare,” the boy mumbled and looked down as if he was ashamed.

“And what was in it?” Adam raised his brow slightly.

“You died in it...” Dom said so quietly and Adam became silent for a while.

“Oh...”

Dom bit his lower lip as he whimpered softly, feeling on the brink of tears again. The thought of losing his closest person got overwhelming. He clung to Adam again, trying to hold him as tightly as possible which was soon returned by the man.

“I just thought then... If you won’t be here, whom would I kiss at shows, whom would I hug like this, who I’m gonna joke and drink and argue with, whom would I tell what I think? If not you, who would understand me as much as you do? You know how many sugars I like in my tea or coffee, you know which beer I prefer and when, every day you guess when I’m going to sleep as you text your “goodnight”, you can even fooking predict which moment will I kiss you on every show!... And how am I supposed to live when you’re not there..?! I never thought of it but now, because of that fooking dream,” Dom whispered, burying his face in Adam’s shoulder, “So when I woke up, I had to make sure you’re there, that’s why I came...”

“Oh, Dom I mean, I don’t wanna ever lose you either, baby. And what you said just now, I wasn’t expecting something like this at all... But I’m here and everything’s gonna be okay, I promise,” Adam rubbed Dom’s back and petted his fluffy hair soothingly.

Sometimes Dom was loud and happy but sometimes he also felt broken and scared. Really difficult to understand and to deal with, but probably that was one of the reasons Adam treasured Dom and his affection. Because he knew that no one would possibly be as special and loving, would smile at him happily and hug him as a greeting every time like Dom did.

“Sure it is,” Dom stole another piece of chocolate and gave a cute and genuine smile before covering his mouth with his hand to yawn.

“So are you finally better now?” Adam smiled back while patting his shoulder lightly as he kept his arm around Dom.

“Much,” the boy smiled even wider, hugging him around the neck again, “Thank you, Adam.”

“Well, actually I’m tired and what about you? Wanna go to bed now?...” the guitarist asked, pulling away.

“To be honest, I’d really want to.”

Dom got into Adam’s bed first, keeping his hoodie on and rolling around on it a little. Adam took off his clothes except the underwear and stood next to bed just to look at the boy for another time.

“Umm, what are you doin'?” Adam asked, kind of confused as he saw Dom’s motions all over the sheets.

“Warming up the place for you, of course,” Dom explained with a pout and stopped when Adam crawled into bed next to him.

“I really don’t deserve you, baby,” he laughed, moving close to the other boy.

Dom pulled the blanket to his eyes and kept them open as he stared at Adam, who was close to falling asleep, directly. Of course that thing was only a dream, but he did not want to close his eyes just yet, making sure that the man was right here. Even though Adam was tired, it was not long until he noticed the other’s kind of tense stare.

“Come on Dom, relax. I’m not going anywhere and I won’t leave you, get it?” Adam smiled lightly, trying to reassure, “Just come here,” he spread his arms.

Dom was happy for another hug and he moved into Adam’s arms quickly, snuggling to him. He soon made himself comfortable on top of his favourite guitarist's broad and hot chest, smiling widely as he felt the other’s one arm wrap around his back and another one pet his hair again.

“Now you don’t have to look at me to be sure that I’m here, so better go to sleep, baby,” Adam placed a soft kiss on top of Dom’s head, making him purr contentedly. “I’m gonna stay with you for my whole life, don’t worry.”

“You better actually do... Mhm, love ya Adam...” Dom mumbled lazily with a sigh, wrapping his arms around the man’s chest.

“Sleep already,” Adam grumbled under him, and he let his eyes slide closed.

Dom drifted off to sleep quickly, lulled by Adam’s caresses and soft blankets all around, with a smile still on his face. He felt warm and safe, and the most important, he was hugging Adam right here; this was all he needed now. Or maybe it was just because the man told him to and he complied. Dom did not like to submit, but he did like to feel loved - just like now.

#yungblud #adam warrington #fluffy #whump fic #emotional #dominic harrison #big hugs

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