Okay I've got THOUGHTS that I can't really expand on rn since I'm at school, but I would LOVE to hear about anything you have to say on the 'trio spending some time at Robby and Abbot's' situation, i love the concept.
(And also in a post you mentioned a Will & Harrison drabble, I would be REALLY interested)
Robby hadn't started the day planning on hosting three of his coworkers in his house. But what was he supposed to do when he overheard Santos and Whitaker debating on if they had enough extra cash to buy on a space heater. It was supposed to get down to the negatives tonight.
It wasn't like it was the first time that he and Jack had hosted medical students or residents. They had two guest rooms, and an air mattress. Luckily it was early enough that Jack was still awake and sent him a thumbs up to the text. The fact that it was three people and not two, did come at a surprise. But Robby had already offered, he wasn't changing his mind now.
"Any dietary restrictions?" He asked, once they were inside and had been given a brief tour of the house.
"No-"
"Mozart doesn't eat meat." Santos said over the protests. "And Huckleberry hates apples. No idea why on that one."
"Spaghetti sounds good?" Jack asked, leaning on his crutches in the doorway. "It's quick and easy."
"Sure."
"Sounds good."
Solace just nodded, his eyes scanning the house. He hadn’t taken off his shoes, nor let go of his bag. A hand still wrapped around the strap. He didn’t look great, rotations probably were kicking his ass. Even twenty years away from them, Robby remembered how hellish they had been. It did make him want to wrap the med student - kid really - in as many blankets as he could find.
"Do you need any help?" Whitaker asked, "I'm decent in the kitchen, unlike those two."
"I can cook" Santos protested.
“I’m decent with a knife if you need anything chopped.” Solace added quickly. But there really wasn’t much to do besides boil the water. Robby even found the pre made salad kit in the back of the fridge.
Dinner was fine, good even. For as quiet as Solace had been, he was happy to talk during dinner. He was apparently doing a pediatrics rotation right now, and seemed to be enjoying it well enough. It was a shame, Robby thought he could do well in Emergency medicine. He had been shockily calm during Pittfest. Although he might need to have a little bit more empathy for his patients. But that could be taught, it wasn't always a skill that came easily.
He watched in amusement, as both Santos and Whitaker took Solace's distraction to sneak more food on his plate. And then he had to fight back a smile when Solace snuck it right back on their plates.
"Thank you for the food" Solace said, after they had finished, still painfully polite, tense as a wire. His bag was on the ground by his feet, shoes still on, jacket on the back of his chair. His eyes flickered, window, door, window. A fair cry from the cocky med-student Robby remembered from the Ed. He glanced at Jack with a raised eyebrow. You seeing this? Jack nodded, shrugging his shoulders. Not much we can do about it, right now.
Jack was right, but Robby couldn’t let it go. Something wasn’t right here. He had the sinking feeling that there was far more to Solace than he had realized. And he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
“So, Janine sent her guard dog over here, instead of addressing me herself,” The woman bites out, a sneer spread across her face. “How brave.”
“I was never her protector, she was mine,” Melissa corrects her, the anger coursing through her veins is heavy, almost weighing her down. She steps closer to Mrs. Teagues, daring to go toe-to-toe. “You don’t know her, because you never put in the time or the effort to. But if you did, you would know she’s always the one protecting everyone else.”
The woman looks entirely disinterested, “I’d like to speak to Janine now, but this little chat was lovely.”
Melissa’s not about to let that happen, “She’s not interested in speaking with you, so here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna turn around, walk out those doors, and pretend like you never got the idea to walk through ‘em.”
Mrs. Teagues scoffs, “you can’t keep me from seeing my own daughter.”
“So she’s your daughter now? Is that it?” Melissa tries endlessly to be the bigger person, but this woman is testing her restraint like no other. “Because for the last ten years it seems she’s just been someone you can’t bother to answer the phone for.”
“My relationship with Janine isn’t any of your business, frankly it never should have been to begin with.” The appalled look on her face is one Melissa wishes she could wipe right off it. “But that’s always been Janine, the victim in every story—especially her own.”
Melissa isn’t playing this game anymore.
“Out. Get out of my school.”
She shakes her head, a smug smirk still on her face. “You can’t do that.”
“Just did,” Melissa advances an inch closer, almost daring the woman to say another word. “Get. Out.”
Mrs. Teagues seems to wise up and realize she doesn’t want whatever problems Melissa promises to deliver her. With an exasperated sigh, she turns and leaves, but not before shooting Melissa one last glare.
Let her have her dramatic moment if it helps her sleep at night, Melissa thinks. She feels her blood pressure lowering, hoping to never see the woman again—for her own health if nothing else.
When she feels a hand on her shoulder she startles, reflexes kicking in. But then she turns to find Janine, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
“Thank you, Melissa.” Janine whispers out, barely holding back her own tears. “I—you didn’t have to, I never should’ve asked you—”
Melissa pulls her into a tight hug, allowing her time to process her emotions. “You didn’t have to ask me, Janine, you never have to ask me.”
And if she feels tears staining her blouse as Janine melts into her arms, she doesn’t breathe a word of it to anyone. Sometimes even the best protectors need a little protecting.
‣Ofc! Here's a small drabble for you :D Also sorry for the late reply I was busy writing part 4 for the divine one. Uh hope u like it.....?
✎...Includes : Kaeya and Albedo
❬Tw : hugging? if your not into that- but for most part this is mostly Fluff... ❭
The ever so snowy dragonspine covered in never melting ice and snow. With its cold and unforgiving weather it's surely worthy of being called as Mondstadt's most dangerous area. To you however it's not. It is your safe place. A place away from those who had harmed you before.
It was a cold place indeed and tonight was supposed to be another cold evening yet you who had been sandwiched between two men *cough* Kaeya *cough* Albedo *cough* you felt nothing but warmth. Was it from the heat of your cheeks? Or was it from the warmth radiating from the two bodies hugging you? You're not really sure.
Though it's embarrassing, you have to admit, the feeling was nice. Being in the presence of these people calmed you down—they were the only one who showed you affection and kindness while everyone despised you.
They both adored you the way you adored them. And as much as you wanted to go back to your old world.....you wanted to stay like this, and it's not like you have a way go go back anyways So it won't be that bad if you stayed a little bit more right?
and they were housemates (musings) | bakugo katsuki x fem!reader
warnings: 18+! swears, bakugo’s beefy arms
a/n: been thinking about this a lot. a real lot.
part 1 | part 2
You sigh, again. Fingers centimetres from your phone tap the surface of the table, brain trying to focus on the textbook open in front of you, while your eyes wander back to that pesky phone.
“Oi,” Bakugo’s stare is on you from across the dining table, protein shaker gripped in both of his big hands as it rests on the surface. You absentmindedly watch the condensation drip down the side of it and pool slowly over his fingers. “Hey, dumbass?” He tries again, moving it out of your line of sight.
“Hm?” Your eyes jump up to his, take in the fleeting look of concern in his features, before it scrunches back into it’s resting-scowl-face.
“You’re upset.” He states, leaning back and throwing his elbow over the back of his chair, hand gesturing at you.
“Nah, I’m good; swear,” you flash him a grin, look down and try to find the place in your book where you left off. But you can feel his eyes on you; another thing to worry about. “Aren’t you going to the gym?”
“I was,” he says, in that tone that screams I already told you, “fifteen minutes ago.” He explains, irritation coating his tone.
You throw him a fleeting smile, a quick: “okay, sweat a lot.” Before giving the textbook your full— unfocused— attention.
“I’m not going until you tell me what’s wrong,” he pushes, and you catch his arm flex as he takes a sip of his drink out of your peripherals.
You’re distracted again when your brain decides to give said arm your full attention, counting the little silver slithers of scar tissue wrapping his forearm, his bicep: one, two, three, four—
“Alright, I’m serious now,” he slams the shaker back onto the table, “tell me, or I’m taking you with me to the gym.”
“No...” is your immediate response, the whine in your throat even irritating you.
“So, tell me! You’re clearly not fucking focusing.”
“Language, Katsuki!” You shoot back, deepening his scowl.
“Fine, don’t tell me.” He grumbles with finality, pushing out of his chair and digging his hand in his pocket, pulling out a fiver and slamming it onto the table.
Great, a tantrum.
It’s a knee-jerk reaction, “He dumped me,” slipping from your lips, forehead hitting the table, hand reaching for your phone.
“What?” He asks as you unlock your phone, bringing the conversation back up.
“I think we should see other people,” you read aloud, “you’re not into me like I’m into you.” Tears well in your eyes as you scroll down the convo, you sending message after message and getting no response.
“Wait, rewind,” he starts, annoyed. You look up just in time to see him fall back into the chair, scowl deep and teeth bared. “He did this... over text?”
“Huh? Yeah?”
“What a fucking coward,”
You laugh humourlessly, “no doubt.”
“Well, why the hell are you wallowing?”
“Because.”
“Because why? He’s dead fucking weight—“
“Oh my god,”
“You’re way better off without him!”
“My vagina isn’t,” you mumble, low enough so that he can’t hear you.
“Your what?”
“It doesn’t matter; who even dumps people over text anymore?”
He watches you for a moment, before his trap opens again, “get your shit, I’ll take you through a workout.”
“No; god, that is actually the worst idea?”
“Hurry up!” He snaps, sighing before he downs a mouthful of his protein shake. “You can do with the endorphins,” he meets your eyes, “they’ll make you feel better, think clearer.”
There’s a staring contest, him looking down his nose at you, you glaring up at him with a cheek smushed to the table. Maybe getting out will do you good? Not like you’re actually soaking up any of the reading you’ve been doing for the past two hours.
“Fine,” you sit up, watching as your roommates scowl morphs into a cocky smirk. “But that’s ten more dollars for the swear jar, stupid.”
Deep within Wrath, Roako was carrying Laila to the home of his clan. He WANTED to have the clan's doctors come to him but the bastards kept getting delayed. Now though, he had no choice. The egg was too far along and getting heavier.
Getting to the clan, smacking a few of the idiots around and getting Laila ready was the easy part. The hard part, came with the surgery itself.
Laila's small size made it difficult to get the right amount of anesthesia and throughout the operation, she was either in immense pain or close to unconsciousness. They were able to keep her stabilized but the periodic sounds of screams and the smell of blood was attracted unwanted attention, forcing Roako to leave her to the doctor's care to take care of any threats.
The whole process only took about an hour but to Roako and Laila, it seemed so much longer than that. The egg was safe of course, it's tough shell kept it safe so it could take a little rough handling. The difficulty came from it's size and trying not to hurt Laila and more than they had to. But eventually, the egg was finally removed and the doctors were able to get Laila's body closed back up.
She was weak and she was tired. Her voice was all but gone, and she was in some serious pain. But she was alive.
Roako was planned on staying in Wrath for a while so he could make sure she recovered. The egg was sent to one of the clan's hatcheries to be cared for. The pair would decide what to do with it later but for now, it was time to rest and recover.
“When’d you start liking me anyway?” Billy chewed his lip and snuck a look at Harrington. They were laid out on top of the Camaro, parked overlooking the quarry on a warm spring night as the sun sunk below the horizon.
Steve was holding Billy’s hand and he squeezed it and shot Billy a mischievous smirk.
“You’re not going to like it,” Steve said. Billy furrowed his brow and Steve burst out laughing and turned into Billy. He patted Billy’s chest and traced the starburst shaped scar hiding beneath a thin t-shirt.
“What do you mean?” Billy said. “Tell me.”
Steve kissed Billy’s shoulder and stayed cuddled up close as he spoke. “It was after you’d been back a little while. You didn’t talk at all for the longest time. Like at all. Max said you only ever talked to her. Wore that big black hooded sweatshirt all the time. Then you started just hanging around at the video store. Like some silent...what did Max call you?”
“A wraith,” Billy said, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, Silent wraith taking smoke breaks with me, listening to me and Robin babble about whatever the hell. And then one day, we were smoking out behind the video store and you didn’t seem any different than usual. Then suddely this bird came flying kinda near you and you ducked away and your eyes bugged out like you were about to be attacked. It was kind of hilarious. Then you calmed down and you like… You took a drag, turned to me, and said ‘Harrington, I hate goddamn birds.’”
Steve smiled as if it were the most romantic tale ever told and again kissed Billy’s shoulder.
“That’s when you started liking me?” Billy said. “When I told you I hated birds?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, you total freak,” Billy said. But he raised Steve’s hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. “That bird came right at me though.”
Prompt: Buck accidentally slips but Eddie catches him, which leads to the realization that Eddie loves the way his hands fit completely over Buck's hips.
“Woah!” Eddie catches Buck around the waist, pulling him back onto the sidewalk. “You good?”
Buck blinks, realizing that in his google search quest to find out if there was a world record holder for specifically most chili hot dogs ever eaten in one sitting, he nearly walked straight into the bike lane. “Sorry, yeah, thanks.” Buck looks down. “You can, uh, you can let go now, weirdo, I’ll pay attention to where I’m walking, promise.” he teases.
Eddie realizes with a start that he’s still gripping, perhaps a smidgen too tight, at Buck’s hips. His hands envelop Buck’s hips completely, and his thumb, he is suddenly acutely aware, is grazing the skin underneath his t-shirt, and it feels hot, like that part of Eddie’s finger that initiated this touch, is burning.
“Yeah, sorry.” He steps away, pries his hands back to his side.
