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credince--writes · 1 year

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Even after she vomited, the damage had been done by the drug in her system.

Aside from the man, and many strange looks that Ghost had been given while he carried Jitters on his back to his room, they arrived. Not wasting any time, he gathered his things and left the room without another word.

The phone of what he assumed to be the Russian agent sat in his pocket.

There couldn't be any other explanation.

It would fit in perfectly with the missions.

But he still wished he was wrong.

Knocking on the door of Soap's hotel room, he let himself in with Jitters card. Pushing the door open to be met with Soap, naked on top of the sheets splayed out with the bartender from earlier. Bottle of whiskey half drank sitting on the nightstand with their disheveled bodies.

"Get the fuck up, Johnny." Ghost yells, setting Jitters down on her bed and checking her pulse.

He groaned, lifted his head, and looked at Ghost, a dazed look in his eyes. His hair was disheveled, pushed off to the side. "The hell are you doing here?" He slurred.

"Get up MacTavish. That's an order."

As he stood, Ghost grabbed boxers off the floor and threw them at him.

"The fuck are you doing in my room Simon- can't you see I'm busy?" He yells back, the woman below him sturring.

"You need to sober up, and fast. You're running my patience."

Soap stumbled out of bed, pulling his boxers back onto his legs before he grumbled, rubbing his eyes and reaching out for the bottle of whiskey on the nightstand.

Ghost lunged forward, slapping the bottle sending it clattering to the floor, and spilling all over the carpet.

"What the fuck, Simon?" He asks loudly, slurr appearing in his speech.

"What's going on?" The woman opened her eyes now, looking up at the commotion.

"Get the fuck out." Ghost hissed.

"What?" She stared, mouth agape.

"You heard him." Soap hissed. "Get outta my room."

She made a sound of distress, before rolling out of the bed, finding her outfit, and pulling her shirt on over her head. "I thought you'd be different John. But I guess I was wrong- all you do is make promises and lie." The woman hissed.

"I don't even know ya' fuckin name you slag." He threw back, tossing her shoe at her.

"Fuck you!" She yelled, giving him the finger and storming out the door.

He turned, looking up at Ghost, "God, they are so annoying. Can't get the fucking hint-"

Ghosts hand reached up, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him into the bathroom, throwing his body forward and pushing him into the shower.

Soap fought back, of course, but in his drunken state, he was quickly pushed down into the bathtub where Ghost turned the shower on, on cold to blast down on his face.

"What the fuck!" He yelled.

"You need to sober, up, and real quick Johnny." Ghost hissed.

"For what? We're off!" He wails back, bringing his hands up to fight off the spray of cold water assaulting his face.

"And we'd still be off if you hadn't of gone and brought in another one of your cheap fucks." He dully replies.

Soap was spinning, the shock of water brought him out of a few levels of the pool of drunken confusion he'd been swimming in. The cold water set his senses ablaze, finally fighting Ghost off and turning the water and standing in his boxers.

"What the fuck is going on?" Soap asks.

"You broke your promise." Ghost replies, his voice normally void of emotion cracked with anger.

Betrayal.

The sound of his voice was enough to sober him up immediately.

It was the sound of hurt, and he'd only heard it a few times before.

"What's happening?" He asks again.

"You." Ghost snaps, stepping forward and getting in his face.

Soap pushed back, raising his voice. "Where do you get off blaming random shit on me, eh? Don't stand there all high and fuckin' mighty with that mask on your face. If you're mad and ya' wanna talk, take it off and talk to me like a man!"

Ghost stopped, staring him down. His gaze was colder than ice, but it burned on his skin just the same as a red-hot iron.

He reached his hand up, grabbed the bottom of his mask, and pulled it off his face. Throwing the mask at him and pushing him up against the wall.

"Tell me then." He spat. "Tell me why I had to pull Jitters out of a fuckin' Russian operatives room, bash his skull in and make her puke the spike he gave her out in the toilet, huh? You got an answer to that?" He waits a moment, not letting him respond. "You don't. Cause you were too busy being the selfish bastard you've become since your mother fuckin died. I was fine with it when you could keep your self-depreciation to yourself. But now?" He stops, pushing his hands and his chest and walking away.

"You've put your team at risk Johnny."

"Simon-"

"No. No more empty apologies and promises. Get your shit together, we're leaving."

Ghost left the room, letting Soap lean against the wall and let the words absorb into his mind.

...

It was like being really, really, drunk.

It was like embodying a sock puppet.

But full of sand.

And everything was too bright.

And every time she could feel something touch her it was like a cold, slithery snake wrapping around her body to do only one thing her body could compute-

kill her.

There would be voices around here sometimes.

Other times it would just be silence and the feeling of how heavy her body was against whatever she was laying against.

She notices that she'd moved like she wasn't on something stationary.

And she could hear the wind.

And sometimes voices.

They were familiar but were hushed and cold.

It was feeling powerless.

To how her body moved.

And was struggling to remember anything of what happened.

How she ended up here,

what was going on and who she was with.

The first thing that she was able to move was the tips of her fingers.

Maybe a wiggle of her toes.

But her eyes seemed like they were slathered over with a thick layer of cement, super glue, and tape.

She became aware of the feeling of something wrapped around her arms, and her legs.

Setting off alarm bells in her mind.

The air around her would get warmer, lulling her back into the dark nothingness of sleep.

And she'd drive back into consciousness, at the speed of a coast.

It was a fight and a surprisingly emotional one at that.

It was frustrating, to not be in control of your body.

Not to even open your eyes.

And it was terrifying.

At first, she was able to move her eyelid.

Progress.

Horrifyingly frustrating progress.

Maybe she was safe, and this was just a really, really bad hangover.

That would be too good to be true, wouldn't it?

She closed her hands into a fist, feeling the pads of her fingers dig into her palm.

Open.

Open them.

Open them- or you're gonna die.

And she opened them.

Almost regretting it when the light took her vision over like a flashbang.

"Goddddd....." She groaned, dragging it out while she started moving her shoulders and arms.

Looking around, she realized she was in the back seat of a truck, laying across the back seats. Duffel bags filled the void under her, and she couldn't help but realize she'd been tied up with ratchet straps.

She wanted to sit up, really wiggle, and get the straps off of her body but it just didn't seem in the cards.

It felt like she'd been filled with lead.

The sound of the door of the truck opening, followed by the dinging of the dash aggravated her even further, but she didn't dare move.

"She still back there?"

"Yes."

Soap?

Ghost?

She was sure of it-

was it a hallucination?

If it was, she'd rather close her eyes and enjoy the illusion of safety for just a moment longer.

She blinked, a few times, trying to clear up her vision as best as she could.

The agitating sound of a bag crinkling caused her eyes to flash open.

She let out a long, frustrated groan.

The sound with the bag immediately stopped.

"She's awake."

Ghost.

That was Ghost.

There was some shuffling before she heard the door close and the back door open. The feeling of fresh air hitting her scalp helped drag her out of her daze.

Soap.

She rolled her head back, looking up at him.

"Off." She croaked out. Her voice was so hoarse- her mouth was so dry. Her throat hurt as if she'd swallowed glass. Her arms wriggle against the straps.

"Yea I'll get em' off." Soap leaned forward, unraveling the straps from her body and tossing them into the footwell. "How're you feeling?" He asked, rubbing her arm.

"Dogshit." She groaned, rolling sideways and trying to push up with her arms.

It was a pathetic sight, really.

Even now, conscious, she couldn't move. She couldn't do anything really than just feel the pain her body screamed of.

The weakness her body radiated.

"You should go back to sleep." Soap said softly.

"Johnny." She whined.

It was soft,

it was raw.

It was painful.

It was a call for help.

"Tell me what's going on?" He asked, keeping his voice low.

"I have to pee." She whined, trying to push herself up.

Soap's head raised, locking eyes with Ghost's.

"Good thing we're at a toilet." Ghost said, pulling himself up into the driver's seat.

"Yea, they're just over there-" Soap started to offer.

"I need help." She spat out, angry at the fragility of her state.

"Oh." He said. "Maybe Ghost will-"

"No." She cut him off. "You."

He really, really didn't want to.

Drag her into the women's restroom?

Help with her business?

Oh, God.

"Ok. Ok, Let's get you up then." He says, reaching over and starting the slow process of helping her out of the truck, and slowly leading her towards the rest stops Women's Restroom. They were lucky, no one was around. It would've been horribly suspicious for him to be dragging her into a restroom.

He helped her get into the stall, opting for the large bathroom stall at the end of the row. Awkwardly standing there, waiting a moment and quickly turning and facing his head against the wall.

"Stop acting like a baby." She groaned.

"Not my first option to be in here." He shot back.

"...I'm sorry." She sighed.

She finished her business, and he helped her up once again, helping her to the sink to wash her hands.

"Don't be sorry." He started. "'s not your fault your in this mess."

She made a hum of acknowledgment, him helping her to get back into the truck.

"Where are we?" She asked.

"On our way to Mexico." Ghost said, looking back at her. "How're you feeling?"

"Like... I don't even know how to explain it. Hollow and full of sand?" She offered.

Ghost nodded, starting the truck.

Soap went to leave after getting her situated in the back of the truck.

"Johnny?" She all but whispered.

"Yea?" He turned, not yet closing the door and checking up on her.

"Can you stay?" She asked. She didn't make eye contact, as if she was ashamed of asking.

His gaze softened. He nodded, lifting her upper body and placing him in her lap while he sat in the back with her, closing the door and nodding to Ghost to start moving again.

"I'll stay." He replied back, patting her head softly as she dozed back off to sleep.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x oc #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish #Jitters Au #cod mwii #Soap cod #COD #simon ghost riley #Simon 'ghost' riley x reader

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quiveringdeer · 2 years

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So yk how u did what it would be like to date connie and added pics?? Is it OK if u do the same thing but w/ eren?? ALSO ILY AND UR WRITING

A request!? I feel like a legit fandom content creative now! Also you're so sweet thank you so much! 🥺🧡 I hope you like this nonnie!

As much as I hate to admit it, Eren is hot. 😮‍💨

And he's that effortlessly grungy kinda hot. But like is his hair shiny cause it's luscious and taken care of, or is it shiny cause it's oily and he needs to go use the separate shampoo and conditioner you replaced his ridiculous 3-in-1 with?

Whatever the case, you love him but damn can it be hard sometimes. Eren's passionate. SO passionate. He's quick to run off at the mouth when he thinks someone's outta line and speak up about injustices when he sees them. Situations with the first one sometimes lead to physical altercations. Luckily he knows how to fight and has that special whiteboy privilege that keeps him from getting into deep deep shit. But doesn't mean he comes out unscathed. And so there's a good handful of photos in your camera roll to document his injuries.

Kay next bit my brain took me on a tangent of seriousness. So feel free to ignore! Lots of me projecting to be honest.

Back to his passion about justice. It weighs real heavy on him learning more and knowing about all the different oppressive systems that the world's structures were built with. And while he's outspoken and tries to participate in grassroots organizing when he can, mostly like doing physical labor things. It helps him channel his emotions into productive things.

Patience isn't his biggest strong suit. And the slow progress of, well progress, takes a toll on him mentally a lot of the time. Making him withdraw and isolate. It can be tough to deal with, especially when all this shit is even more directly impacting your life. It can lead to some big blow ups and it takes, ironically, a lot of patience and commitment from both of you to work through them.

Lucky for you both, Erin's family--including his found family friends--quickly accept you into the family. They've all been dealing with Erin's passion bullshit and trauma a long time. So they're happy to step in or lend support when things get rough.

In the long run it strengthens your relationship because you learn to be completely open and honest with eachother and focusing on better articulating to communicate clearly the things bothering you both instead of him shutting you out and leaving you without support.

But it's not all depressy stressy and gloom!! With his friends quick to accept you completely into the fold there's bound to be plenty of antics and laughter. Can't help to be, especially with the trio of Connie, Sasha and Jean. Watching Eren throw his head back in laughter is always heartwarming. And kicking back with everyone, no matter where, just getting to be, and exist is always a comfort.

#it was hard to choose photos for this #wasnt sure in what direction or traits to highlight #i got pulled on a tangent so basically just a cameraroll full of eren being pretty to look at 🤷🏽‍♀��#eren x black reader #eren x reader #aot x black reader #aot x reader #nat writes #nonnie #nat talks aot #eren jaeger #eren jaeger smau #eren jaeger x black reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot smau

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moonsfavoritedaughter · 5 months

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okay i feel like im gonna regret this later but i just have to get smthn outa my system real quick...

i saw a custom ai intros video of mortal kombat 1

the characters were hvaing a christmas party...

and i swear to god i need more of this kind of nsfw humor in my life more often cuz seeing kitana and mileena have a discussion over if kitana is sluttier for having a threesome under the christmas tree or if its mileena for lap dancing everybody and using a candy cane as a strip pole was just so fucking funny

alright thats it, i just wanted to say it out loud cuz if i didnt i wouldnt have been able to sleep lol

happy christmas btw, if any of yall see this, wanna tell me what that big chubby fat communist gave u for free? (i know its santa i just like calling him a fat communist cuz i feel like its funny, no offense ofc)

idk if i should tag ppl but ill do it anyways, if you guys dont know what the fuck was i talking about at the start just dont ask, dont make me feel embarassed for getting something outta my head

@h0ly-tea @3-kids-in-a-trenchcoat @gloriousvermin

#trans #trans fem #transfem

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autumn-foxfire · 1 year

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I had one strange dream. So we're in this dark location, which looks like a cross between a fun house and some building with winding hallways. The POV has you climbing upwards through something that feels like the walls have the quality of a bounce house, but more solid. And that's when you're in the hallways, and somehow I'm just gonna assume I'm moving through Hawks' eyes here, we see a door and we're like "yeah no, we're cutting to the chase here" because we're impatient, so we're skipping to the final location instead of preparing or exploring, the final Challenge- The Elite Four Battle, yeah turns out this building is apparently Indigo Plateau, but with the halls and more walking options I guess it's more like something outta BW, (ignore that I never really played those games and am going off a screenshot memory) but it's so cramped in here, and there's the first battle, for some reason Ghost, Agatha. (Okay this clearly feels like it's based off my memory of Pokemon Rocket Red Edition, which has some wild implications on what Hawks is doing here. Dw he's on the good side but man this storyline meshed with bnha? I can't imagine.)

And there's other people there, PLF minions? And instead of Pokemon we're trying to kick a soccer ball but where it sometimes looks like a strong kick, no matter how hard we push or imagine it, our movements end up sluggish and miss it. It's frustrating because we keep "seeing" a quick, fast kick they can't block but it never happens. My brain creates a question of "should we get the battle moved to an open area?" and Hawks is like "no, we need to do it here. The rooms are designed to process victories and the doors will keep opening up to where we need to go next. There's an automated system that'll make an announcement that we've won to everyone in the building, it'll be official that way." Well ok then.

Yeah there's a banner up there that shows the names of challengers, wonder what he's trying to do? I'm guessing onwards to becoming the Champion and saving the world from corruption. Scene jump. There's a pantry with a bunch of feathers, but they seem to be painted blue halfway? And lots of disposable gloves. Hawks for some reason is deciding how many gloves are safe to offer up because apparently he's still trying to infiltrate PLF and idk what the gloves are gonna do for you boy, that's better off offered to Overhaul. Scene cut. Hawks is talking to some PLF guys who seem like they're questioning their alliance, maybe to help them? Scene cut. He's now talking to Dabi and we're in a slightly bigger room, but that's because the old battle room has been cleared out of people and whatever huge blockades there were, there's now these trinkets scattered all over the ground and Dabi says he cleaned it up but my brain is grumbling because he didn't do a good job likely on purpose, so I force my dream to manifest a huge ghostly hand to push everything to the side because Dabi really could've made a pile instead of slyly grinning at us acting like that was the best he could do. Yeah great job telling the people to go away, why did you want a private audience with us, that was the real reason right? Those objects weren't there last time and imagine someone placing colorful ping pong balls neatly on the ground and saying that was "cleaned up" it looks like that's all you can do because they're each taking up a certain amount of space but they can be piled and shoved in a corner to take up even less. This is just mischievous cat/toddler behavior. Also apparently the whole "Dabi exposes Hawks' history" reveal also happened here, not sure how that played into what actions we took. I remember I really liked their dialogue and I wanted to write it down because it was Top Tier DabiHawks Convos but y'know, it's a dream and I didn't remember it waking up 🥲

Dreams are crazy XD

Not how I would expect a BNHA/Pokemon fusion to go though. Love how even in dreams Dabi is an annoying bastard and Hawks is all down to business.

#personal #thanks for the ask!!

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survivingsusac · 2 years

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It finally caught me

In the words of Doctor Walks His Cat:

“It finally caught you.”

And he said it like this because I had been doing such a spectacular job of avoiding the pandemic so far. Those super simple instructions:

1. Keep 6 feet apart from strangers

2. Wash your hands

3. Wear a mask

SUPER SIMPLE.

I will never understand why people have had such a hard time following them. ‘Cuz I do it consistently.

My work moved me to a different department when I told them I needed to come back full time. I’ve heard this new department referred to as “the petri dish” and pretty much 50% of the Covid announcement email notices the company sends out are that from this department has a positive Covid case in it.

So guess who, with her compromised immune system, found a way to pick up Covid anyway?

If you guessed me, you guessed right. I now get to be an announcement email notice to the company. I’ll probably have to sanitize my own space when I get back, too.

I’ve been symptomatic for 8 days now, but they’re winding down now so that’s a relief. I know the CDC says you’re supposed to “stay home and isolate if you develop symptoms.” Work only gives 5 days of Covid leave though and I literally can’t afford to not work, so I go back to work on Monday. One of my good friends at work was all bent outta shape about it, saying that coming back prematurely, getting worked into the ground, and then it gets worse.

Well, yeah. But I don’t have any sick time available so the only days I have will be those five days of Covid leave the company will allow.

He tells me, everyone knows that COVID takes two weeks standard to get over; they're ridiculous. My friend wants me to come back, he just also cares that my well-being is a priority.

Well, that’s not how this cookie crumbles. If you’ve been here a minute you’re aware that this cookie crumbles in the strangest, most inconvenient ways possible. And then, sometimes for good measure, matches get lit, and the crumbles burst into flame.

On another note, my mom/rock has been telling me that since I withdrew from school to focus on making money FOR school that I seem happier and more relaxed. Which makes a ton of sense to me logistically. My high functioning anxiety presents as perfectionism and people pleasing. These are phenomenal traits for customer service which I work in, but STRESSFUL traits for a student learning a new career in a new field that they’re not accustomed to. Which is where I find myself when I’m in school. I’m sure you’re picking up what I’m putting down.

I find myself fighting my own body (which is my everyday anyway), the pandemic virus (which I was hoping to avoid and FAILED at), and a work system (which I surrendered to REAL quick because work speaks my love languages—food, friendly people, and health insurance.)

Surviving Susac,

Aurora

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loousir · 3 years

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[Gorgon] Some Secrets Should be Said

Gorgon Male x Unaware/Oblivious Male Reader

Eros

Warnings: Tiniest ammout of homophobia/racisim, smoochin in a supply closet, YOU MAY BE IN HIGHSCHOOL BUT YOU ARE 18

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It was an early Monday morning. The usual early birds were arriving at school, you being one of them. Rumor was going around of a new student getting enrolled. There were only three high schools in this small town; One for monsters, one for humans, and one for both. You were enrolled in the one that shared with monsters. The overall relations in the school were good, other than the typical high school antics.

You had just been dropped off by your sibling and we're walking into the building. A few people smiled your way and you smiled back, heading to your first hour. The teacher was a Satyr and she was a bubbly as ever, happy to see you in the morning. "Good morning (Y/n), we have a new student coming today." Your ears perked up and you looked over to her.

"Ah, we do? So the rumor was true after all?" She laughed and said, "Yes! He's gonna make a bit of history here." You became confused at her statement as you walked over to your seat. "What do you mean by that?" You asked setting your bag on the table. "I might get in a bit of trouble for telling but..." She walked over, her hooves clacking on the floor as she did. She leaned in on the table, "He will be the first Gorgon to be enrolled into the school!"

She seemed overly excited about the new student but you smiled at her enthusiasm. "You seem awfully happy about that. Is he in our class?" You asked, sitting down in your chair. Her smiled seemed to get wider as she nodded. You paused for a moment and leaned back. "Does that mean he's gonna sit by me?" She nods again. "Yep! You are the only one without a table partner. I'm sure you'll be fine. He's a nice kid." She ruffeled your hair and you swatted her hands away. "Auntie, you know I'm taken right?" She isn't your biological aunt but she's very close with your mom so you call her it for fun.

She laughed and walked away saying, "He's a cute one." You sighed and rolled your eyes as you pulled out your phone. You opened Snapchat and sent a message to your boyfriend.

You took a cute selfie, looking down at the phone while your forehead rested on the table.

Aunties super excited about our new student.

Ngl, I kinda am too. She said he was a Gorgon and I think she's onto my facination with cute snakes xx

You sent the snap and put your phone face down on the table before resting your face on your bag. A minute or so passed before you got a message back.

It was a black screen but he usually sent one. Admittedly, you have never seen him but you respected that since you fell in love with his personality, which was charming as ever.

Don't go cheating on me now ;)

I might just have to show you I'm cuter xx

You smiled and took another selfie.

So that means I get to see you then??? Game on babe xx

You smiled as you sent it. Yeah, it was cheesy flirting but it made you happy none the less. A few seconds later he messaged back with another black screen.

Hmm, I just might lol

You sent that you love him too and put your phone in your pocket. Smiling slightly as you looked up to see that some other students were starting to show up. Soon enough, the first bell for class to start rings and students filter in, taking their seats. Five minutes later, you still haven't seen a certain Gorgon as the final bell rings, saying anyone who wasn't there was late.

Gotta get to class, message you when I can

Love you xx

Mrs. Hucksburry stood at the front of the class, writing some last minute things on the board. "Alright class," Most of the students quiet down at her words. "As you may have heard, we have a new student today! I want you to treat him with respect as he is one of us," She said referring to her fellow monsters. "He is the first of his kind to be enrolled into our schools system." Right as she finished speaking, the door opened to show a rather handsome face and a the obvious 'hair' that came in the shape of several small, darkly colored snakes that seemed to form some sort of style.

He wore rather nice and stylish clothes, very 90's -esk. Mrs. Hucksburry smiled more and looked over to him. "Good morning Mr. Lamollot, glad to see you made your way here." He smiles a cute and almost shy smile, making a pair of girls in class giggle. You watched and tuned out what they were saying before seeing he was looking at you.

You waved to him as he walked over to your table. "I'm guessing you're (Y/n)?" You smiled and nodded, "That'd be me." You put your bag on the floor next to the table and he quietly sat down next to you. "I'm Eros by the way." He was quiet when he spoke as class had officially started. You pulled out a notebook with a pen/pencil and made a message page.

You have the same name as my boyfriend!

You tore the paper out and slid it over to him while he was getting his own notebook and pen. Notes were handwritten on the board since the projector broke and hadn't been replaced yet but no one seemed to mind. The paper was slid back over to you.

Really? What are the chances of that?

His hand writing was nice for a boy and you looked out of the corner of your eye to see him smiling. You smiled too and wrote back.

Who knows but I think it's cool

You slid the paper back and he took a minute to slide it back but you patiently waited since you would have done the same. He didn't write anything on it.

You seem pretty chill Eros, wanna hang out at lunch? Also can I see your schedule? • 3 •

The paper was passed back for the fifth time during class and all it said was his schedule along with a "Sure!" underneath. You told him that the two of you share the same schedule. WhAt A cOiNcIdEnCe.

You looked over to him to see him looking at the paper. He looked up to you and you smiled. Eros smiled back and took the paper to ask.

Do you have early release too?

You read it as he wrote and he looked up to you. You nodded and he wrote again.

Wanna go chill at the park?

You shrugged and nodded again when he looked up to you. He smiled and nodded as the two of you went back to working on class work. You hadn't noticed it before but, his snakes seemed to be interested in you, which you thought was cute.

--- Skip to Break ---

An hour and a half had passed and the two of you had talked a bit throughout the time. The bell for break just rang and you got up with Eros. The two of you walked out to the hallway. "Let me make a stop by my locker real quick then we can go to next hour and chill there for break." He nodded and leaned against the locker next to you when two girls walked up to him. They were the same pair from first hour.

"Hey Eros, wanna hang with us at lunch?" The "leader" asked, standing in front of him. "Yeah that'd be like, totally cool if you did." Her buddy said, standing next to him. "Oh, sorry, me and (Y/n) al-" She cut him off with a scoff. "Oh you mean halfie? That kids got an imaginary boyfriend. How about you just ditch him and come eat with us." Eros looked over to you to see you had tensed and slowed your movements.

The girls focus turned on you, making you bite your lip. "Do you think you could not ruin this guy? He's like, super hot and doesn't need to be tainted by you." You looked away and felt a vibration come from your phone. You took the chance and opened it to see a message from your boyfriend. She smirked, "Did your 'boyfriend' text you? What'd he say?" She asked in a taunting tone.

You ignored her and opened the message. It was a new picture of the "super hot" guy standing next to you looking down to his phone.

Wanna dip babe?

These bitches are annoying the fuck outta me lol

The three of you looked up to him surprised as you closed your locker. He awkwardly smiled and said, "Guess I had to ruin that surprise cause some bimbos wanna fuck a gay guy." He laughed and walked over to you, grabbing your hand. You were speechless.

How did I not connect the dots earlier? Am I really that dense?

"It's a shame too. I was considering being friends, until you insulted my boyfriend, that is." He locked your fingers and looked back at the two. "Go suck a dildo, whore." Eros flipped them off and walked off with you around the corner, looking for a private spot. "Anywhere there won't be eavesdroppers?" He asked quietly. You nodded and lead him to a back room.

You opened the door with the key you had and let you go in first. The room was pretty nice considering it was useless. You turned on the light at set your bag down, Eros doing the same. "Are you really my boyfriend?" You asked stepping closer to him. He blushed and nodded, "I... I think so... I kind of ruined the supr-mm!" His eyes widened as you connected your lips to his. You pulled away and were about to speak when he connected them again, pressing his body into yours slightly.

He pulled away and you smiled, a blush was covering your face. "I've wanted to do that for so long." You said looking up to him slightly. "Me too." He said, hugging you close. "Why did you lie to me about being human?" You asked, resting your face on his chest. "I was... Scared of how you'd react if I told you the truth." You pulled away and looked up to him. "Are you kidding? Look what I was missing out on!" You said, making gestures to him.

Eros smiled and laughed. "I have a question for you though," You tilted your head slightly. "Why did they call you halfie?" You looked away and brushed back the hair around your ears. The tips of them were pointed much like an elf's but not as long. "My dads an elf. They like to use it as an insult since they're full and I'm not..."

Eros smiled again and nuzzled his nose to the crook of your neck. His snakes were gently booping their noses against your cheek as if giving you small kisses. You giggled at the sensation and he hummed to ask what was so funny. "Your snakes are cute." You said gently intertwining your fingers with them. He gently kissed your neck and rubbed your sides. "Well, they love you just as much as I love you." He said closing his eyes and hugging you.

You smiled and removed your hand to cup his cheek and make him look at you. His golden eyes were half lidded as he did. "Well," You said almost mocking him in away. "I love you and your snakes too." His eyes closed as he leaned in and yours did the same, both of your lips connecting again.

Eros pressed himself into you as both of you kissed. You pulled away first for air and he kissed your cheek and jaw lightly. You checked your phone when he pulled away he asked. "I'm curious how you got a key to a janitors closet." You leaned up to him and kissed his cheek. "My biological uncles the principal and he gave me the room to chill if I need to. It's usually where I would hang out for lunch but I dont really need to anymore since early release and all."

He "ooh'd" and nodded. "Makes sense. Wish I had a place like this at my old school." He looked back at you and his eyes went to your hair while you were checking something on your phone. Eros almost hesitantly brushed his fingers through your (h/c) hair. You jumped slightly at the sudden touch but enjoyed it none the less. "We have 4 minutes by the way." You said closing your eyes and leaning into his hand.

"Your hair is really nice. It's so soft." He smiled when you did and he gently kissed your nose while removing his hand from your hair. You tried your best to make it look like how it did before. "Sorry." He said gently with a small laugh. "Don't be, let's head to next hour so we can get this day done with and hang out." He nodded at your words and you grabbed his hand as the two of you grabbed your bags and quietly made it to the class you're meant to be in.

--- Skip to End of Day ---

The last two hours of school they had went by pretty quickly. The bell for lunch and early release seniors rang, making most people rush to leave or go to lunch. You and Eros lagged behind, waiting for the halls to clear a bit. He gently grabbed your hand as you finished putting your bag on. "Do you wanna go to the park or my house? I have a car so it doesn't matter too much on which you pick." He said with a small laugh.

You blushed and shrugged, "I would probably like your house since it's kinda cold out right now..." The two of you walked out of the class, hand in hand. The pair of girls from earlier watched with hatred/jealousy as the two of them walked out together. They were all going the same way so they got to see Eros walk you to his 1969 Blue Camaro.

Eros unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for you to get in to which you gladly accepted. You set your bag down by your feet and buckled as he set his bag in the back and got in. "I hope my dad isn't home." He said closing his door and starting the car. "Why do you say that?" You asked as he buckled his seat belt.

He sighed and leaned back on his seat. "He doesn't actually know we're... Y'know, dating. Or if he does he has no clue you're a guy..." You nodded and looked to him while he backed out from the parking lot. "We can still go to the park. I'll survive I'm sure." You said softly. "Plus I kinda wanna wear your jacket..." You mumbled the last part while looking away but he heard and smiled, acting as if he didn't hear.

"There's one close to my house we can go to. It's pretty cool if you wanna go there." Eros said while stopping at a light. "That sounds good." He smiled again and looked over to you before looking back at the light. Seeing it change to green, he stepped on the gas again and headed to the destination.

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The ride was comfortably quiet other than the occasional comment about something in the passing scenery. "Ok, we're here." Eros said, parking his car in the relatively empty parking lot. "I've never seen this place before. It's really pretty." You said as the two of you stepped out.

"Yeah. It's pretty quiet here. I usually hang out here after school. I have never been home "on time" since I got a car 3-ish years ago." You smiled and held his hand as he locked the car and put the keys away. "I'll take you to my favorite spot. There's all kinds of secret areas thanks to the trees." He said with a slight child like glee. You giggled like the school boy that you are as he dragged you along through a beautiful walkway that was shaded by the trees. "Gods it's so pretty here." You said under your breath.

You walked for what felt like forever before he shifted to stand behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist. He removed his hand to show one of the few non blank pictures he sent. "Oh wow." The winter sun was shining over the neighboring town, giving a good idea of just how small it was. "We have a cliff?" You asked suddenly, making Eros laugh and hug you close to his body.

Eros smiled as he took a turn off the path and up a small hill. He stopped and gently let go of your hand, covering your eyes. You reached up to remove his hand but he stopped you. "W-what are you doing Eros?" He giggled and started walking, making you grab onto him afraid of running into something. "Eros?!"

"Don't worry babe. I promise it's nothing bad. I know you'll like it."

"Kinda crazy right?" He said before resting his chin on your shoulder. You nodded as his snakes gently booped you're temple and cheek again, making you smile. You reached up and gently placed a hand on Eros' cheek, rubbing your thumb against his jawline. "Wanna sit down? I have two and a half hours before I have to be home." You nodded again and he pulled away, leading you over to a fairly large tree.

He took off his jacket and tossed it up onto a branch before jumping into the tree himself. You were surprised before he reached down to help you up. "C'mon, it'll give us some privacy just incase anyone comes over here." You somewhat hesitantly took his hand and he helped pull you up onto the thick tree branch. He leaned back against the trees core, letting his legs hang down and inviting you to do the same against him.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence again while he hugged you close, resting his head against your shoulder. "I love you. A lot." He mumbled softly into your ear. You smiled and held onto the top of his hand that was holding onto your stomach. "I love you a lot too." You mumbled back. "Oh and, do you wanna wear my jacket now? I noticed you were shivering ever since we started walking."

You blushed and looked down to the tree branch and ground below it. "I didn't think you heard me say that..." He giggled and leaned forward a bit, grabbing the jacket off the branch it was hooked on to. You moved forward and he helped you put the slightly bigger jacket on. You snuggled into the lingering warmth, taking in his soft cologne.

"Your jacket smells good babe." Eros chuckles and pulls you against his chest again. "Well, it's got my favorite cologne on it so if course it smells good." You smile and let your head fall back against his shoulder and he kissed your temple.

"So. Do you wanna explain yourself a bit?"

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Minimal spell/grammar checking, also set up for a part 2?

#mxm #monster x male reader #male monster x reader #x male reader #monster male x male reader #monster male #oneshot

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cookie-run-kingdom-story · 3 years

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Super CookieBots

(Screenshots from Royal Mike!)

Field Trip

Aloe Cookie: Try pressing that button. You can make the robot’s arms move with it! Apple Cookie: That’s SO COOL! Bell Pepper Cookie: Is it though…? I can make something cooler! Chestnut Cookie: Wow! You can make things like that? Bell Pepper Cookie: This’ll probably fly over your heads, but I can tell you everything! When I invented my PepperBot, I looked at- Pudding Cookie: LOOK! *Giggle giggle* Robot toys! Bell Pepper Cookie: And using that as reference, I was able to complete my Pepper- Hey… Where’d everyone go? Aloe Cookie: And that concludes the laboratory tour. I hope all of you had fun! Apple Cookie: This was the best field trip ever! Chestnut Cookie: It’s really awesome to meet such a famous Cookie scientist! Bell Pepper Cookie: *Tsk* I can make cooler robots... Ion Cookie Robot: Cafeteria = that way. Engaging Goodbye Protocol. Goodbye, Cookies. Pudding Cookie: Bye bye, Ion Cookie Robot! Thank you! Firecracker Cookie: Lunchtime Jellytime! WAHOO! Pancake Cookie: Psst! Hey! I saw a sign that said “Do Not Enter.” Wanna go check it out? Chestnut Cookie: But… Ion Cookie Robot said it was dangerous to wander around on our own... Pancake Cookie: C’mon! It’ll be fun! We might find a secret lab! Bell Pepper Cookie: Something bad might happen if you wander around like that! Laboratories like this can have lots of nasty and dangerous things... Bell Pepper Cookie: But I know a lot about robots, so with me around- Firecracker Cookie: Can we eat first? I’m STARVING. Apple Cookie: Yeah, let’s eat! Erm… Where’s Bell Pepper Cookie? Bell Pepper Cookie: “Aloe Cookie is so awesome.” “Aloe Cookie is so cool.” Psh… I’ll show them! Bell Pepper Cookie: Yeah, Ion Cookie Robot is pretty cool and well-made… But I can make an even cooler robot! Bell Pepper Cookie: Maybe everyone will think I’m cool too if I tell them I explored the lab all by myself! Bell Pepper Cookie: And I’ll show them that my robots are cooler than Aloe Cookie’s! Bell Pepper Cookie: Here it is! “Do Not Enter.” I think the coast is clear…! No turning back now! Bell Pepper Cookie: It’s so dark here… How deep down am I? Bell Pepper Cookie: What’s that…? It sounds like… a voice! Aloe Cookie!

Bell Pepper Cookie: Oooh! There’s really a secret lab! And I found it! Bell Pepper Cookie: It’s… a robot? What sort of robot is that? Aloe Cookie: It will all be over soon… I promise. Bell Pepper Cookie: Huh? What’s she talking about? What’ll be “over”? Aloe Cookie: You will be able to do everything you’ve ever wanted… The world will be yours. Aloe Cookie: For you, I am willing to change everything into metal… Bell Pepper Cookie: !!! Bell Pepper Cookie: No way…! Does Aloe Cookie want to make all Cookies into robots?! Bell Pepper Cookie: I can’t let her get away this*... I have to stop her! (Everyone’ll think I’m cool if I do!)

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Infiltration

Bell Pepper Cookie: I finally made it! Bell Pepper Cookie: The scans didn’t show any signs of surveillance cameras… But I’m not walking through the front door! Bell Pepper Cookie: This calls for some sneaky stealth! After all, sneak attacks are super effective! Bell Pepper Cookie: That’s a super huge wall though... Bell Pepper Cookie: PepperBot! I need your help! Can you give me a lift? Bell Pepper Cookie: It’s working! We’re getting up there. Just a bit more, PepperBot! Bell Pepper Cookie: Uh-oh...! The power’s failing?! Hang in there, PepperBot! Bell Pepper Cookie: PHEW! We made it over the wall! Bell Pepper Cookie: Excellent work, PepperBot! Bell Pepper Cookie: Next up: the secret lab! Time to show Aloe Cookie and that robot who’s boss! Bell Pepper Cookie: Wait, is that… YIKES! It’s Ion Cookie Robot! Ion Cookie Robot: Intruder alert. Intruder alert! Bell Pepper Cookie: Looks like I’ll have to get through Ion Cookie Robot first! Bell Pepper Cookie: Let’s do this! I’m not afraid of you!

Showdown: Ion Cookie Robot

Ion Cookie Robot: Engaging security protocol… Pausing at 27%. Intruder = familiar Cookie. Ion Cookie Robot: Hello, Cookie friend. Bell Pepper Cookie: Oh, erm… Good to see you again! Wait, I meant… This isn’t the time for hello’s! Bell Pepper Cookie: I’d better make a run for it while Ion Cookie Robot is distracted…! Ion Cookie Robot: Underground levels = off-limits. Stay here. Entertaining. Bell Pepper Cookie: Ooof! Get outta the way! I have an important mission! EEP! Are you trying to surround me? Bell Pepper Cookie: Go away! Stay back! Bell Pepper Cookie: Let go of me! Let… me… go…!

Ion Cookie Robot: Cookies like robots. Play with robots. Many toys. Bell Pepper Cookie: I saw those already! Put me down! Bell Pepper Cookie: GAH! PepperBot! Activate defender mode! Ion Cookie Robot: Scanning… Mechanism has increased in mass by 300%. Bell Pepper Cookie: HA! This is just the beginning! Let’s go, PepperBot! Ion Cookie Robot: ...Rerouting power for security initiative. Ion Cookie Robot: Transformation complete. All systems: optimal. Bell Pepper Cookie: OK, so that happened… We better run away! AND FAST! Ion Cookie Robot: Cookie running. Robot in pursuit.

Bell Pepper Cookie: Nononono! Go away! Ion Cookie Robot: Robot must obey protocol. Do not enter. Restricted area. Bell Pepper Cookie: Listen to me! Aloe Cookie programmed you this way, right? But she can’t be trusted! Ion Cookie Robot: Aloe Cookie = The Inventor. Creator and ally of Ion Cookie Robot. Bell Pepper Cookie: You aren’t seeing the whole picture! She’s planning something big and evil down there! Bell Pepper Cookie: GAH!? P3P-P0! HEEELP! Ion Cookie Robot: New entity detected. Scanning… New robot friend!

Bell Pepper Cookie: A perfect distraction! Time to head over to the secret lab! Bell Pepper Cookie: Finally… it’s time to face Aloe Cookie and- What’s that…? Cyborg Cookie: Who’re you?! Ya lost, kiddo? It’s not safe to wander around alone. Bell Pepper Cookie: Aloe Cookie’s evil robot?! Am I too late? Has her plan already started?

Showdown: Cyborg Cookie

Cyborg Cookie: Whoa, wait a sec… Did you just call me “evil robot”? Nuh-uh! I am… Cyborg Cookie! Bell Pepper Cookie: A Cookie! PSSH! Stop lying! You can’t fool me. You’re a robot! Cyborg Cookie: Well, yeah, when you put it that way… I mean, I’m neither a robot or a Cookie at this point so... Bell Pepper Cookie: That facial expression looks… real! Does Aloe Cookie have the technology to make robots look sad? I wonder if… NO! I can’t feel sorry for an evil robot! Cyborg Cookie: Sorry, kiddo, but whatever you’re thinking , it’s not it. I am going to have to ask you to leave. Now! Bell Pepper Cookie: OK… That’s one fast evil robot! PepperBot, got anything that can help? Bell Pepper Cookie: Just what sort of repulsor technology is that? How are you SO FAST?! Cyborg Cookie: Hey, quit running around! You’re making a mess of the lab! I promised not to make a mess here again! Cyborg Cookie: And besides! Isn’t it past your bedtime?! SCRAM! Bell Pepper Cookie: I’m going to stop you and save the world! OK, PepperBot…! NOW! Cyborg Cookie: Gotcha! Hold still ya little-

Cyborg Cookie: Uh-oh... Cyborg Cookie: Oh, that’s not good! Your robot’s hand…?! Bell Pepper Cookie: HEY! You’ll pay for that! Cyborg Cookie: Yeah, yeah, OK! I’m sorry, all right? Let me try fitting it back in the socket! It’s… not… working! Cyborg Cookie: We gotta fix this and quick! Bell Pepper Cookie: Hey! Where are you taking that?! Bring it back! Cyborg Cookie: Stay there, kiddo! Your robot will be fixed in a jiffy!

Bell Pepper Cookie: Where are you going?! OH! The secret lab is that way. Time to follow! Cyborg Cookie: ALOE COOKIE! Quick! I need your help! Bell Pepper Cookie: Give me back my robot’s hand! Aloe Cookie: I’ve been waiting for you… Bell Pepper Cookie.

Bell Pepper Cookie: How’d you know I was here? !!! Surveillance cameras?! Bell Pepper Cookie: You were… spying on me?! Bell Pepper Cookie: OK, so what now? Are you gonna defeat me and then take over the world? I don’t think so! Aloe Cookie: First things first, I think we need to repair this robot first. Shall we talk in-depth a bit later? Aloe Cookie: Cyborg Cookie. Can you bring that robot over to my workshop? Cyborg Cookie: No problem! Bell Pepper Cookie: Give me back my robot! What’re you doing?! Cyborg Cookie: Don’t worry! Aloe Cookie’s the best Cookie there is for any repair job! Trust me. Cyborg Cookie: Aloe Cookie’s such a genius that she can even turn Cookies into robots! HAHA! Bell Pepper Cookie: I knew it! I KNEW IT! You… you’re… you’re evil! Bell Pepper Cookie: Get away from my PepperBot!

Bell Pepper Cookie vs. Aloe Cookie

Bell Pepper Cookie: Wait, you’re really just… making repairs? No dismantling? No malware? Aloe Cookie: Looks like the swivel joint right here was disconnected. Aloe Cookie: With some welding and minor rewiring, it’ll be good as new. How does that sound? Bell Pepper Cookie: I erm… OK, I’ll admit that I couldn’t come up with a better idea for that part. But how’d you know that by just looking? Aloe Cookie: Upon closer inspection, the chassis is fascinating. Did you fabricate this yourself? Bell Pepper Cookie: Yes! I’m the best at robots! Aloe Cookie: I see! I observed that you seemed the most knowledgeable of all the Cookies of the field trip. Aloe Cookie: I should have told you about the cameras from the start… But I was admiring how you managed to get the upper hand against Ion Cookie Robot. Aloe Cookie: It is always a pleasure to meet a fellow scientist. Bell Pepper Cookie: Me…? DId you just call me a fellow scientist? Aloe Cookie: There. This should do the trick. Bell Pepper Cookie: PepperBot’s hand is fixed perfectly! So like… you’re not taking me prisoner or anything? Bell Pepper Cookie: (Maybe Aloe Cookie’s not an evil genius?) Cyborg Cookie: Uh… speaking of which, Aloe Cookie. The lab upstairs is a bit… messy. Cyborg Cookie: I tried to deal with our guest here quietly but... Bell Pepper Cookie: Deal with me? I knew it! Bell Pepper Cookie: You really are evildoers! Aloe Cookie! I know your secret! Aloe Cookie: Pardon? My secret? Bell Pepper Cookie: You’re going to force Cookie’s to become robots! Cyborg Cookie: That’s… Probably all my fault. Aloe Cookie: No! Cyborg Cookie, it really isn’t your fault at all. Aloe Cookie: Bell Pepper Cookie, if I may… What made you think that? Bell Pepper Cookie: I heard you in the lab! You said you’d do anything for Cyborg Cookie! Aloe Cookie: That’s... Cyborg Cookie: Aloe Cookie just wanted to help me, OK? Bell Pepper Cookie: Wait so… Cyborg Cookie is the one that’s evil? Cyborg Cookie: What? NO! I meant- ARGH! Aloe Cookie: *Hearty laugh* Allow me to explain. Aloe Cookie: Those words you heard? They were words of joy for finally completing Cyborg Cookie’s repairs. Aloe Cookie: I never wanted Cyborg Cookie to doubt either the past or what it means to be a Cookie. Bell Pepper Cookie: Wait, but real robots can’t think! Why would Cyborg Cookie think of stuff like that? Aloe Cookie: There was an accident… To live, Cyborg Cookie needed a new body of metal and restored memory chips. Aloe Cookie: The reason why I am researching robotics was born from the desire to save my friend to save Cyborg Cookie. Bell Pepper Cookie: I… I read somewhere that you didn’t start as a robotics engineer…! Bell Pepper Cookie: So… you switched to robotics, just like that? With like, no regrets?

Aloe Cookie: Switching fields was not on a mere whim. There is nothing more important than the friends we have. Bell Pepper Cookie: ...But making the best robots ever, that’s more important than a few friends thought! Aloe Cookie: The fuel for science should be your love for the Cookies around you and the world we live in. Without love, anyone can be led astray. Aloe Cookie: Inventing new tech was a difficult challenge… But I didn’t give up. I kept my friend in mind. Bell Pepper Cookie: I… I think I understand now. I’m sorry I said robots were more important than friends. And Cyborg Cookie, I’m sorry I called you evil. Cyborg Cookie: You know… You’re not so bad kiddo. Don’t let this get you down. Aloe Cookie: If there are still webs of doubt clinging onto your mind, you are free to explore the lab in its entirety. Aloe Cookie: Actually, shall I give you a tour of this section first? This laboratory is specifically tailored for Cyborg Cookie. Bell Pepper Cookie: I do! I want to see everything!

Friends

Aloe Cookie: The sun has set already? My my, how time sure does fly… Bell Pepper Cookie, perhaps you should return home. Bell Pepper Cookie: Already? But there’s still so much to see! Aloe Cookie: *Smile* As it is getting late, we shall escort you home. Aloe Cookie: You are welcome to visit the laboratory once again. In fact… You are also welcome to come and use it for your own research. Bell Pepper Cookie: It’s OK! I have my own lab! ...Can-can I really come back? Aloe Cookie: Of course! You may bring your friends as well. Bell Pepper Cookie: Nah! It’s fine… They don’t really understand this stuff… They don’t really understand… me. Cyborg Cookie: Chin up, future scientist. Give ‘em a chance. Be open and honest with your friends! Ion Cookie Robot: Cookie = leaving. Robot friend = leaving too. Aloe Cookie: Well now, look at you! Made a new friend today, Ion Cookie Robot? Cyborg Cookie: Don’t be sad. They’ll be back! Bell Pepper Cookie: They look so happy. I wonder if I can be that happy one day…?

Bell Pepper Cookie: Should I talk to them? No… Maybe… URGH! I don’t know! Bell Pepper Cookie: Even if I tell them what happened, they won’t understand! Bell Pepper Cookie: Maybe Cyborg Cookie’s right… Erm… Hey! Hello! Apple Cookie: Hi Bell Pepper Cookie! Bell Pepper Cookie: I’ve got an awesome story to share! You won’t believe where I’ve been! Pancake Cookie: OOOH! Where? Tell us! Tell us! Bell Pepper Cookie: Last night, I went to Aloe Cookie’s lab all by myself! Pudding Cookie: Oooh! What happened? Bell Pepper Cookie: I saw Aloe Cookie’s secret lab! And I fought some robots too! Bell Pepper Cookie: And Aloe Cookie called me a fellow scientist! Pancake Cookie: But why’d you go alone? I wanted to see the secret lab too! Bell Pepper Cookie: I… I thought Aloe Cookie was an evil genius who wanted to take over the world… And if I defeated her, maybe you would think I was cool and we could be friends... Chestnut Cookie: Aloe Cookie is like… a real adult. And she called you a scientist? THAT’S SO COOL! Bell Pepper Cookie: (Everyone is… having fun? Is this… Are we having fun, together? I’m actually talking to other Cookies right now!)

Apple Cookie: Tell us more, Bell Pepper Cookie! This is so much fun! Apple Cookie: We thought you didn’t like playing with us… It was hard to ask you! Bell Pepper Cookie: No, it’s not like that! I… I only cared about robots and thought you didn’t like robots so I was always thinking that you didn’t care- Chestnut Cookie: But hearing about robots from you is so awesome! Pudding Cookie: yeah! Did you get to play with the robot toys? It would’ve been so much fun all together! Bell Pepper Cookie: Oh, I have some robots at home… I have a lab in the attic. Do… do you want to see the robots I made…? Bell Pepper Cookie: Oh, but it’s like… you don’t HAVE to come if you don’t want to… It’s OK… Pudding Cookie: LET’S GO! Chestnut Cookie: That sounds awesome! Bell Pepper Cookie: Really? Pancake Cookie: I can’t wait! Firecracker Cookie: Everyone grab a rocket! Let’s fly to Bell Pepper Cookie’s house! Bell Pepper Cookie: Oh! We can all fly on PepperBot! Activate flight mode! Apple Cookie: !!! Bell Pepper Cookie’s bag is a robot! THAT’S SO COOL! Bell Pepper Cookie: Hop on, everyone! Bell Pepper Cookie: Everyone strapped in? PepperBot! Take us home!

#aloe cookie #cyborg cookie #bell pepper cookie #chestnut cookie #pancake cookie #apple cookie #firecracker cookie #pudding cookie #ion robot cookie #cookie run #cr dialogue

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half-bakedboy · 3 years

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jumping to (the wrong) conclusion (read on ao3)

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz Rated: General Summary: “Buck, Eddie was trying to tell you he’s in love with you,” Taylor said, her voice more serious than he thought she’d be capable of with so much alcohol in her system.

“He— No— Wait, I— What?” Buck’s mind came up with rapid-fire responses because no part of him was truly ready to handle the fact that his best friend might feel the same for Buck as he had for the last two years.

Or Eddie realizes something about his best friend, Buck finds his courage and Taylor gets to witness it all.

A Season 4 Episode 11: First Responders Extended Scene (contains minor spoilers for the ep)

The adrenaline was still pumping through Eddie’s veins even after he had changed out of his sweat-soaked uniform and taken a longer than necessary shower at the station. His blood was thrumming under his skin and he was sure he would vibrate right out of his body if he had the ability. The gunshots still echoed in his ears, Bobby’s quick actions flashing across his mind, and before Eddie realized it, he was pulling up to Buck’s apartment building.

He should have figured that’s where he would end up. Chris was with Hen, Karen, and the kids for the night, and Eddie had planned to drink a few beers by his lonesome while watching the UFC fight he had missed a few days prior. He had set it up to be the perfect night in his head, but he realized that his night couldn’t be nearly perfect because Buck wouldn't be there. Buck was just… inevitable.

Before he could think about what that meant, he got out of the car and locked the door with his keyfob, knowing that Buck would recognize the familiar beep of his car. He was lucky enough as he walked in that one of Buck’s neighbors that Eddie knew to be a night nurse was just leaving for her shift.

“Eddie, stopping by again already?” Becky shouted with a wiggle of her eyebrows. He jogged up the steps and grabbed the door from her, picking up the water bottle she had dropped on the floor to help her out. While Becky was very sweet and often let Eddie in when Buck wasn’t awake yet, he didn’t really feel like sparking up a conversation when his mind was racing as it was.

“Yeah, is Buck around?” He asked, making sure to keep a safe distance between them.

“He is, I think he came back with—“

Before she could finish, Eddie interrupted, “Thanks so much. Have a good shift!”

He was pretty sure he sprinted up the steps, unsure of how his feet were moving so fast. His mind was still racing, over and over with only thoughts of Buck clouding his conscience. Buck, who had been his best friend for years and had saved Eddie - not to mention Christopher - more times than he could count. Buck, who was the only thing Eddie had thought about for the last few months like a stream of what if’s and what could be’s that spiraled around his mind. Buck, Buck…

“Buck?” He called as he pounded his fist against the door. It was overkill, he knew. Buck had never not answered the door for anyone if he was home because he was just too kind to ignore someone who may be in need. Eddie’s smile widened on his lips at even the mere thought of Buck and he ran his hands over his face in both frayed nerves and sheer excitement as he waited for Buck to answer.

When the door opened and Buck’s confused look turned into a wide smile, Eddie pushed himself past the entrance and turned on Buck before either of them spoke. He thought at first that he wouldn’t know what to say, but then his eyes met Buck’s and he couldn’t stop himself from once the words started.

“I almost got shot today. Again,” Eddie added with a laugh, and Buck’s face contorted into that deep concern he seemed to always have for everyone but himself. “I’m fine, we’re all fine, but Buck, I was caught in the crossfire of yet another person with an indescribable amount of evil in their heart and it was like I was back there, in Afghanistan with enemy fire coming at all sides. That adrenaline, that fear, that instinct to survive kicked on in full force.”

“Eddie, are you—“ Buck tried to speak, his arms reached out as if to inspect Eddie for injury, but Eddie stepped closer and grabbed his hands tightly instead.

“And all I could think about was you,” Eddie admitted, shaking his head in disbelief that he had actually said it. “I heard the first shot and I thought, ‘thank god Buck isn’t here so I can focus on the girl I’m here to save’ and at no point did I stop to question why that was. Then I was loading her into the ambulance, about to crawl outta my skin with— with thrill just vibrating through me and somehow I found myself here.”

“Maybe we should—“ Eddie barely noticed Buck suddenly tense and glance over his shoulder.

“I realized that I am always going to find myself here because you’re my person, you know? My partner that I trust in times of severe danger, my best friend that I want to be around when anything exciting happens to me, and Jesus, Buck, I want you—“

“If it isn’t the one man at Station 118 that can’t stand me.” The voice had Eddie’s bubbling blood freezing in his veins and if he had hackles, he was sure they’d be standing at attention. Eddie turned and saw none other than Taylor Kelly - Eddie refrained from calling her the reporter from Hell because he knew Buck hated it - making herself comfortable in the kitchen with a half-empty champagne glass in her grasp and a knowing smirk on her face.

“I didn’t realize you were coming by, Eddie, I—“ Buck began, but Eddie held up his hand. It was then that he noticed Taylor’s discarded shoes next to the kitchen island and the already empty bottle of champagne on the counter.

“No, I’m— I’m sorry for barging in like this. I’ve clearly interrupted…” Eddie trailed off, tearing his eyes away from Taylor to gaze back at Buck, “whatever this is so I’ll just head out.”

“Why don’t you join us, Firefighter Diaz? We’ve got extra champagne to celebrate our successes today and I’m definitely not one to turn away fine looking men on such a beautiful night,” Taylor commented and Eddie noticed the glare Buck shot at her. He also noticed the twinkle in Buck’s eyes and the way his lip tugged up at the corner like he couldn’t help but be amused by her.

“You two have— a night. Together. Without, uh, me,” Eddie said before he rushed out the door.

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The door slamming interrupted the giggles bursting from Taylor’s lips. Buck knew she was tipsy - they both were, in all fairness, - but the way she snorted and then laughed some more told him she was far beyond safe to drive home that night.

“Oh my god, that poor dude, he just— came in here guns a-blazing,” Taylor said and then laughed more, presumably at her own ridiculous joke. She took a deep breath and shook her head, staring up at a wide-eyed Buck. “Well, what the hell are you still doing in here, idiot?”

“What? Where else would I—?” Taylor grabbed the cork from the counter and threw it directly at Buck’s head. It bounced off his temple and hit the floor before Buck reflexes could catch up to him. “Damn, Kelly, you play softball at journalism school or something?”

“Yeah, it’s what gave me such a good gaydar,” she replied. Buck was unsure how that was relevant to the conversation and tilted his head at her, pursing his lips in questions. “Buck, Eddie was trying to tell you he’s in love with you,” Taylor said, her voice more serious than he thought she’d be capable of with so much alcohol in her system.

“You’re not stupid, Buck, and I know I tell you all the time that you are, but you know I don’t mean it,” Taylor said, walking over to Buck and resting a comforting hand on his bicep. “Eddie was just spouting poetry at you, dude. You heard what happened over at dispatch today. If Josh hadn’t been so on his game, there’s a solid chance that Eddie - the entire team - might have—“

“Oh my god, he—“ All of sudden, Eddie’s words caught up with him. All I could think about was you. You’re my person. Forever. The words flashed in Buck’s mind like lightning on a hot summer night and he wasn’t sure he was breathing anymore.

“He loves you,” Taylor reassured, nudging him toward the door. All it took was the familiar beep of Eddie’s car unlocking for Buck to surge into action.

He threw himself down the stairs at least two at a time and pushed the door open with a huff and a shout for Eddie; his partner, his best friend, the person he had been in love with since the very beginning. Eddie stopped but didn’t turn, and Buck could see the white-knuckled grip he had on the door handle even in the limited light.

Buck was never good at saying the right thing. He spoke without thinking more often than not which anyone that had ever had a conversation with Buck would attest to, but he knew that he couldn’t do that then. Whatever he chose to say at that very moment would make or break their relationship even further than it might have already been the moment Eddie laid his eyes on Taylor.

He had it all planned out before. He would ask Eddie out on a real date and when he inevitably thought they were getting dinner as friends, Buck would declare his intentions with a brave voice and hope with everything in him that Eddie felt the same. He straightened his spine, brought his shoulders back, and crossed his arms over his chest, but the voice that followed did nothing to match the strong stance.

“Athena arrested me today,” Buck noted, cursing himself at the ridiculous start. When Eddie didn’t turn around, Buck took a cautious step forward and rested a hand on his shoulder, grateful for the way his grip eased on the door. “I got into trouble that I shouldn’t have to try to do the right thing and it was probably reckless and stupid, but I did it as I’m sure you knew I would,” Buck laughed and shook his head as he admitted, “and the entire time I wished it was you beside me.”

He ignored the shout from Taylor who apparently didn’t like that comment.

“I didn’t know you were the one getting shot at, but if I did, I— I don’t think Athena could’ve kept me in that interview room,” Buck said, grateful when Eddie turned on him with wide eyes.

“Wait, Thena literally arrested you?” Eddie asked incredulously, but Buck saw the little bit of amusement in his eye anyway.

“I mean, nothing that’ll show up on record, cause you know I would’ve called you to bail me out,” Buck noted. Eddie laughed and looked down at the keys in his hands and Buck took the chance to move one step closer. “I didn’t know you were there, putting yourself in the line of fire, Eddie. The second I heard you say it, I couldn’t hear anything else because I was too worried that even though you were standing right in front of me, there was a chance you could not have been.”

“You didn’t… hear me?” Eddie asked, glancing up at Buck like his worst fear had come true. Buck was pretty sure the adrenaline rush Eddie had was washed away by seeing Taylor in his apartment and if that was Buck, he wouldn’t have the courage to say all that he admitted again. So Buck let himself take the reins.

“Do you wanna get dinner?” He asked, just as he had practiced so many times before.

“Do I want to…”

“God, Diaz, just say yes so that I can go pass out on Buck’s couch with the satisfaction of all the good I’ve done today,” Taylor yelled and Buck glared at her once again.

“Does saying yes to you mean I have to like her?” Eddie asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Buck huffed out a laugh and said, “She grows on you.”

“Sounds like someone else I know,” Eddie commented as he locked his car doors again and pushed past Buck as easily as he had a few minutes ago.

“Is that a yes, then?” Buck asked as he jogged to catch up, bumping his waist into Eddie’s as they reached the front door.

“Got any more champagne?” Eddie asked, avoiding Buck’s question. Taylor let out a snort as she followed them into Buck’s apartment.

“Oh, I like this one, Buck. He’s gonna be good for you,” Taylor said before throwing herself on the couch and leaving the two men in the kitchen.

“He already is,” Buck muttered, staring over at Eddie who had helped himself to a beer he had no doubt left in Buck’s fridge. “Except he still hasn’t answered my—“

“Yes, Buck. Dinner sounds great.” And it really, really did.

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #buddie fic #coda fic #911 coda #911 on fox #911 spoilers #ish #its not that spoilery i dont think??#idk asldkjf;as #HOW THE SCENE SHOULD HAVE GONE IMO #my writing #hope you like it!

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failedintsave · 3 years

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Ok fine, fine ok. It's Nategaar hours around here today, and I need it to stay out of my current project so here's me purging it from my system til it resurfaces with vengeance in probably like a day.

You Spin Me Round

The rattling of the window panes was audible even over the bass of Murderface's boom box, rain blowing almost horizontally in tropical storm gales. But seasoned Floridians weren't afraid of a little stormy weather, as proven by the groups of drenched partygoers who continued to filter through the door of their crowded apartment.

Nathan weaved his way through the sea of bodies, returning from the keg with four Solo cups balanced overhead, trying his best not to spill everything down his arms. He squeezed into the corner where most of his band stood gathered around a wooden cable spool he'd taken from his dad's hardware shop, the tabletop littered with a scattered deck of cards, an overflowing ashtray at it's center.

"Who the fuck are some of these people?" He grumbled as he approached, passing out beers to waiting hands.

"Shit, man, idunnoe. I invited some chicks from deh show, and I know Magnus told some folks to come back, but deh rest?" Pickles shrugged. "Stuffs closin' fer deh weather I think, people lookin' fer something ta do."

He grunted, handing a cup over to Murderface next to him before reaching across the table to pass the last beer to Skwisgaar wedged between two fawning groupies.

"Shoulda put someone at the door to take money for cups, they're draining the keg." He took a slug of foamy beer, glaring down into the contents. "And there's no room to play games or do anything."

"Juscht play drink-the-beer, who needsch a game for that?"

"Auuuggh that's boring. And besides, I'm really good at that game and we'll run out of beer faster."

"He ams gots a good points."

Pickles rubbed his chin in consideration before snapping his fingers, a proverbial lightbulb going off over his head. "I gaht it."

He scurried off, slipping easily through the throng of bodies towards his room. They watched him disappear, barely a glimpse of fiery red hair visible over the shoulders of their so-called guests. After a few minutes he reappeared with a Cheshire grin and a green bottle of whiskey. He held up his first two fingers, a single die pinched between them.

"Alright, I've gaht a game fer us. First step, we empty dis bottle." He cracked the top and handed it to Nathan. "As you were deh inspiration fer dese shenanigans, you may do de honors."

"Perfect." Nathan tipped the bottle back and took a long pull, passing it off to Murderface to share around the circle as Pickles continued.

"Next t'ings, we need a couple extra players, ot'erwise dis will get real predictable quick." He stood on tiptoes, waving over a few familiar faces from their show. He flagged Magnus down, but the guitarist didn't move.

"What do you want?" He shouted across the room.

"Come play a game!"

"What game?"

"Russian roulette, whaddya think? A party game!"

"What game?" Magnus repeated, moving slightly closer.

"Spin deh bottle!"

That stopped Magnus in his tracks. "Nope. Not this again. Fool me once, shame on you. Hard pass."

Murderface sputtered as he handed off the bottle down the line. "Hold on, what wasch that?!"

Ignoring him, Pickles threw his arms up at the goateed guitarist. "Why not?!" Magnus shook his head and turned back, melting into the crowd. "Ah yeh fuckin' killjoy, fine den!"

Nathan frowned, tracking the bottle's progress around the circle. "Uh, Pickles. Why exactly did you think we'd wanna play that? Together? Do we look like middle schoolers?"

"It's fun! Dere's stakes!" He slapped the die onto the table, smirking around at his audience. "Me an' Tony an' de guys made up dis version back in deh day."

Skwisgaar wiped his mouth on the back of a slender wrist, handing the liquor down to the woman next to him. "Sos you always play deh kissingk games wif your bands?" To Nathan's ear he didn't sound put off, merely curious.

Murderface, meanwhile, was less impressed. "That'sch totally gay! We can't play thisch together, what'sch wrong with you?!"

"Eh, it's just a goof we made up, touring ain't all blowjobs and snortin' coke off tits, sometimes ya just wanna have fun." Pickles reached out and poked Murderface in the belly. "Wouldja lemme finish explainin' deh rules before ya quit?"

The bottle made it's way back to the drummer and he tilted his head back for several long chugs, holding the glass up to the light and sloshing the liquid around. He nodded and handed it off to Nathan again with a wink. Frowning, Nathan took another long draw. He wasn't going to be the first of them to back down from this idea, even if it was stupid.

"Okey, so here's why dis game is different. Dere's two parts." He indicated the die and the bottle with a flourishing gesture. "First you roll de dice. On a one, two er three, it's normal rules. Little smackaroonie. No big deal. Four an' five, ya elevate it a little bit. Makeout, pull some hair, whatever."

"Oooookaaay I think maybe Murderface was right about this." Nathan looked around at his bandmates. True there were almost twice as many girls at the table than them, but he wasn't sure he cared for the odds.

"Schee?!"

"Oh waaaaah, you buncha babies! Yer the one who said you were bored! Let's see whet you can come up with!"

"I'll plays."

Nathan's head jerked to face Skwisgaar across the table. The blonde wore an amused smirk as he focused on Pickles, a faint flush on his cheeks from the alcohol. He cocked his head to the side, accepting the drummer's challenge, golden waves cascading over his shoulder as he moved. Of course that smug bastard would play, this game sounded like a routine Thursday for him.

With a heavy sigh, Nathan's eyes shifted back to the drummer. "Alright. So what's six?"

Pickles grinned impishly. "Oh we call six 'Make It Look Good.' Thirty seconds on deh clock or til ev'rybody else makes ya stahp."

"What the actual fuck, Pickles."

"Ah-ah! Lemme finish! You have options!" He ticked off on his fingers. "One through three you can skip fer a shot. Four an' five you chug a beer. And six…"

The group around the table leaned as one, craning their necks expectantly in the drummer's direction. His eyes flashed as he snickered.

"If you want outta six, yeh gotta run a naked lap around the apartment building."

Thunder boomed outside as if to punctuate the final rule.

"Schon of a bitsch. We need more schotsch if we're doing thisch. I'm gonna get fucked up."

Pickles produced a second bottle and slammed it down on the table in front of him.

"Where were you keeping that?"

"Don't ask questions, are we playin' or what?"

The initial bottle finished it's second loop, landing in Nathan's palm again. With a grunt, he slugged the last of the booze and slammed the bottle onto it's side in the center of the table.

"God I wish there was room to play pong right now…" he picked up the dice and rolled.

The game didn't go nearly as badly as he'd expected, and after several rounds of making out with hot girls and taking shots to avoid kissing his bandmates Nathan was really starting to enjoy himself. Defying statistics, the only six rolled so far had been between two of the girls, and they'd all cheered like hooligans.

And then the fickle dice gods reconsidered their influence.

"Alrights, my toirns." Skwisgaar, who hadn't yet opted out of any of his rolls but was starting to get fairly tipsy regardless, snatched up the dice and shook it in Nathan's face, squinting one eye and grinning. He dropped it, four pips staring back up at him. Laughing, he gave the bottle a rapid spin.

It whirled and Nathan found himself holding his breath, eyes glued to the bottle, a little confused about what he was hoping would happen. Slowly, slowly the neck of the bottle came to rest pointing at Pickles.

"Uh-ohhhh, ya think the keg is tapped? Ya might be outta luck pal." The drummer laughed, pumping pierced brows at the blonde.

"Pfffft, shuts up." Skwisgaar leaned past one of the giggling girls, seizing a handful of Pickles' shirt and hauling him forward into an open-mouthed kiss. Nathan stared as they pulled apart, his skin heating and head swimming with whiskey.

"Well okey den," Pickles stroked his chin, nodding sagely. "Now I see whet all deh fuss is about, nyeheheh."

Swaying upright again, Skwisgaar clumsily flung his hair back over his shoulder. "Whats can I says, I ams a master ats everyt'ings I dedicates my times to."

"Scho like, two thingsch."

"Ams better den no t'ings."

"Hey!"

Nathan zoned out, staring at the table for the next few turns, snapped back to attention by Murderface's repeated 'No, no, no no!' as Pickles rolled a three and landed on him.

"A'right, yer turn Nate." The drummer smirked, sliding the bottle and the die across the table.

"Ugh, are we still playing this? When is it over?"

"Aw aments Nat'ans havingk any funs?"

He raised his eyes to the willowy guitarist across from him. Skwisgaar's thin arms were crossed over his chest, hip popped jauntily to the side. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his high forehead from the dense mugginess of the apartment, a teasing smile playing over his lips, bruised pink from being crushed against Pickles'. With an effort, Nathan tore his gaze away and redirected it towards the table.

"Fine. Whatever." He started the bottle spinning with more force than necessary, rolling the dice as it rotated.

Six.

Shit.

The rest of the table was already hooting in glee as the bottle spun down, slowing, taking an agonizingly long time to stop. Finally it came to rest at twelve o'clock.

Pointing at Skwisgaar.

The table erupted.

"OH SCHIT! Can't drink your way outta thisch one!"

"Nyeeeeheheheheh! Now's tha real show!"

"Oh dear sweet lord." Nathan covered his face with his hands, cheeks burning already.

"Hey you have an advantage, everything he does looks good."

"Why t'anks you, what was you names again? Monicas?"

"Yeh could always take the second option agin?" Pickles offered, biting back a laugh as he patted Nathan's shoulder.

His heartbeat throbbed in his ears, and something like pre-show jitters fluttered in his stomach, arms and legs tingling.

"Huehuehuehhue, ams lookingk pretty nastys out dere." Skwisgaar's drunken chuckle was underlined by another peal of thunder, window panes jumping in their casings. "Yous gonna gets blowed away."

Fuck that.

He dropped his hands away from his face, narrowing his eyes at the smirking blonde. "Fine. You dildoes want a show?"

His audience yelped as he reached down, grabbing the edge of the wooden spool and throwing it aside, playing cards and ashtray scattering to the floor, bottle toppling to the ground and shattering. Nathan lunged forward, relishing the shocked widening of blue eyes before impact.

Fighting against muscle memory of past football tackles, he grappled Skwisgaar against his broad chest, wrapping his arms beneath the other man's flailing limbs, his palms cradling bony shoulder blades. He walked the blonde backwards into the corner, pressing him into the wall.

"Timer! Start deh count!"

"No don't, I've scheen enough already, augh!"

As Skwisgaar recovered from the initial shock of being sacked, the natural showman in him awoke. Fire coursed over Nathan's scalp as calloused fingers threaded into his hair, holding his head steady as Skwisgaar turned to deepen the kiss. Nathan's clenched jaw unlocked and his lips parted before he could overthink it.

"...seven, eight, nine..!"

The sound of their onlookers counting faded into the background, drowned out by the blood rushing in his ears. He pushed a knee forward between Skwisgaar's thighs, catching a long leg as it wrapped behind his and hiking it up to his hip, leaving the blonde standing one legged like an albino flamingo.

"...fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen..!"

Skwisgaar bit down on Nathan's bottom lip and something in him broke, a cage door swinging open on its hinges. A growl rumbled in his chest as he reached down and grabbed the guitarist's other leg, hauling it up to his waist, lifting the other man from the floor as easily as he would carry groceries up from his car.

"... twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six…!"

Fingers clawed into the material of his shirt, scratching against his back. The sudden urge to carry Skwisgaar away from the party, to drag him back to his cave like a neanderthal, blindsided Nathan and his muscles locked. Sensing the end of their performance, Skwisgaar sighed into his mouth, the pressure of his lips softening as he started to pull back.

"Thirty! Dat's time!" Pickles howled a laugh. "Holy shit guys, dat's game. Ain't nobody gonna top dat act, even if you hadn't broke deh bottle!"

Nathan opened his eyes as they broke off, the heated blue gaze in front of him driving any and all coherent thoughts from his brain. Gingerly, he released one of Skwisgaar's legs, then the other, white boots touching down on the floor, toe-heel, toe-heel. Standing once again under his own power, a slow, crooked smile stretched across Skwisgaar's face, a breathy chuckle shaking his shoulders once. It took every ounce of willpower Nathan possessed to tear his eyes away from the curve of those full lips, and he turned to face the other two members of his band.

Murderface had his eyes squeezed closed, cracking one to peek. "Isch it over? Are they done?"

Frowning, Nathan grunted through his nose like a bull, stomping forward to snatch the second bottle of liquor from the bassist's hands. Glass crunched beneath his boots as he retreated wordlessly to his bedroom, passing Magnus on the way out.

The older guitarist shook his head, curly mane swishing. "I coulda told ya… every time Pickles tries to pl--"

"Just. Don't." Nathan pushed through the hall, evicting the gaggle of strangers standing around in his room and slamming the door behind him.

Hours later, after the storm had slowed to only a downpour and the party had fizzled out, Nathan lay awake on his back, staring at the ceiling. From the second his door had closed behind him, his brain had flipped from a crawl to light speed, hurtling through thousands of moments from the last couple of years, all of them centered on interactions with his lead guitarist. Slender fingers brushing against his own as he passed the tv remote, blonde hair tickling against his arm as they drove with the windows down, the nervous fluttery feeling in his belly at the sound of a dorky, throaty chuckle.

Nathan ground the heels of his palms against his eye sockets hard enough to see stars. How long? When did these thoughts start popping up? And when had he started stomping them down, locking them away without acknowledgement? Sure, Skwisgaar was hot, he wasn't blind, he could admit that much. But this wasn't that, this was...he didn't know what this was.

But he needed to find out.

Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he crept out to the door directly across the hall. He started to knock, then paused, not wanting to wake anyone else in the apartment. Nathan turned the knob and cracked the door enough to wedge his face into the gap.

"Hey. Psst. Skwisgaar, you in here?" Another thought struck him, an irrational jealous pang vibrating through him. "Uh, you alone?"

The red glow of a digital clock was the only source of light in the guitarist's bedroom, a faint silhouette shifted on the bed, backlit in flashes by the blinking 12:00.

"Nat'ans?" came a groggy voice from the covers. "What ams you doing up? What times am it?" He rolled to check the useless clock and groaned in exasperation.

"Can... can I..?" He didn't wait for an invitation, stepping inside and closing the door behind him, leaning back against it and clutching the door knob like an anchor.

As his eyes adjusted he could see Skwisgaar sit up, scrubbing a hand over his face as he tried to wake up. Nathan chewed his bottom lip, the flesh tender in an not-unpleasant way. For the second time tonight his mind blanked on him completely.

"What's de matters?"

He swallowed. "Uh."

"Nat'ans?"

"Uhhhh."

Skwisgaar waited, studying him in the dark, giving him time to organize his thoughts. It was something Nathan had always appreciated about the Swede, having (mostly) learned a second language, he understood the occasional difficulties Nathan ran into expressing himself verbally.

"I uh. Earlier."

"Ja."

"I didn't. I didn't think that."

Skwisgaar shifted on the bed, turning to fully face Nathan, still waiting patiently.

"That it would…"

"Hm?"

Nathan inhaled deeply through his nose, forcing the last words out in a rush. "Wouldbelikethatthefirstime."

He waited, certain that Skwisgaar would brush it off, dismiss it as nothing, a game. Or worse, that he'd laugh. Nathan held his breath, ready to bolt in embarrassment. This was stupid, he was stupid, what had be been thinking, it had been a game, it meant nothing.

"Ams you sayingk you wants a do-overs?"

He could hear the smile in the other man's voice, cadence low and teasing, but without cruelty. Playful.

"I-I uh." He'd used up his words for the day, instead opting for a jerky nod.

A ghostly white hand reached out in the dark, forefinger crooking, beckoning him.

"Come heres den." As Nathan shuffled forward he could see Skwisgaar's eyes shining like a cat's. "Ams a firm believer dats practice make perfects."

#skwisgaar skwigelf #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #william murderface #dethklok #metalocalypse #nategaar #the tickets were confusing how did i board this ship?#this game is a version i played in my early 20s #you know the days when everyones dumb and extra h*rny 😳#anyway that's the fic let them all kiss ok bye

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your-lady-star · 3 years

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This one is gonna be quick since it's kinda only one half of this month's FEH channel, so these are some smaller thoughts.

I don't have much about the hero fest and rewards. I mean, it's free sh*t. You really think I'm gonna complain about it? It's also the same way I feel about the summoning pool and arena changes. They're nice additions and that's about it.

I was not expecting another pirate banner. I thought it was gonna be a one-and-done banner idea, but I'm happy they're doing another, cause it does have a nice aesthetic. Naesala is a nice follow-up to Tibarn from last year, Vika was one I was not expecting but is a nice surprise, and I don't have anything to say about Lifis. Two main heroes got a reaction outta me.

First is Surtr because, my God, they did not need to go this hard on his artwork! The man is straight up busting out a shark in his special art! That is the most ridiculous yet coolest thing this game has ever done!

And the other is the duo hero. I'm not gonna lie, I completely ignored Hinoka in favor of Camilla. She is so PRETTY! God, this lady brings out my inner lesbian.

And someone has already made this joke, but I love that Heroes Journey is just the devs response to us using the support system for ships by giving us a mode that basically allows us to make them go on dates. And I love that they introduce it with Alfonse and Kiran. Again

THEY F*CKING KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING!

I'm guessing we'll be getting the CYL FEH channel in a week or 2. Depending on if they'll be showing off more, I think I'll probably do a design analysis of each of them. I am real excited to see Gatekeeper.

#fire emblem heroes #fire emblem path of radiance #fire emblem radiant dawn #fire emblem fates #surtr #fe surtr #camilla #fe camilla #alfonse #fe alfonse #summoner kiran #kiralfonse #next channel is gonna be something special

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hwkhs · 4 years

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anonymous requested: Could you do headcanons for Iwaizumi and Kuroo of them trying to smooth talk their crush but failing? I love your stuff!

pairings: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader, kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader

warnings: a slight reproductive system sex joke

style & genre: bulleted; fluff

notes: they, especially kuroo, give off such cool/smooth guy vibes in general so seeing them like this is interesting,,, i don’t know how to flirt so the awkwardness from iwaizumi’s captures exaggerated versions of my failed attempts tyty also my bad puns in kuroos

and my definition of smooth talking is bad pick up lines iM sORRY

Iwaizumi Hajime

he doesn’t know how to flirt for the life of him okay, this guy smh i’m sorry for the approaching secondhand embarassment

he regretted the words right as they came out of his mouth

this fool decided to go the one and only trash for advice

i mean they’re best friends and oinkawa knew of his crush on you for a while now

“iwa-chan! if you say this, she’ll definetely fall in love with you!”

he had that face (u know, the one he makes after oikawa says “are you my mom now” or smth like that)

let’s just say oikawa left with a bruise on his arm that day

iwaizumi would see you in the halls before school started so he reasoned that that would be the only time he could converse with you

you guys have different classes as well as your own after school activities after all

you’ve noticed him too, and the fact that he gaze would linger juuuust a bit longer on you as you walked by

practice is cancelled one day and he’s waiting in the halls after school

he’s on his phone as you round the corner with a stack of papers in hand, tall enough to cover your vision

he sees movement at the corner of his eye just as you somehow trip on air

his feet move faster than his brain and your caught in his beefy arms

the papers scatter around you guys like cherry blossoms

that can give you cuts aha sorry paper cuts suck

he’s short circutting because he didn’t think this would be a situation he’d ever be in

but there you were

he goes to ask if you’re okay but one look in your eyes and he’s--

“i guess you fell for me” oOPS he was going to kill oikawa

you quirk a brow at him and immediately get on your feet, quickly gathering the fallen papers

“well, i techinically fell on you--”

he was really going to commit a crime after this next one

“are you wearing space pants, cuz your ass is outta this world”

hE dOESN’T kNOW wHAT hE’S dOING

all of the pick up lines oikawa told him were just coming out now and what a great time to be alive hajime

you freeze in your spot and face the ace who looked on with embarassment in his features

it took all it had not to burst out laughing and you knew this wasn’t really him speaking from his own thoughts

you’ve been paying attention to him too don’t lie

you stand back up and pat his chest, hand slipping into his back pocket

“same to you” you wink and rush off, realizing you were going to be late to your meeting

his mouth is agape as he reaches into the pocket your hands was in

there was a lil slip of paper with your number on it

ngl you kinda wrote that in advance just in case some quick encounter like this happened

he instantly deflates, leaning on the wall for support when a certain setter hops his way into iwaizumi’s peripherals

“sooooo, how’d it go?”

rip trashikawa, your space pickup lines didn’t go to waste tho

Kuroo Tetsurou

so this guy is the school’s heartthrob and a science nerd

a LOT of gals & guys want him

but you? nah he’s just a lil bit too much for you

but this guy has no shame and wants to win your heart for real though he kind has a smalllllll crush on you

but you aren’t having it

literally just flirts with you in the middle of class

and he’s your seatmate

in true cliche fashion, your teacher assigns a project in which you’re partnered with the person next to you

you have to deal with his balant flirting not only in the class room but outside of it as you are forced to work together as well

good luck or lucky you, pick your poison

so onto what the project was about

it had something to do with the human body and the anatomy and yada yada yada but it was some interesting stuff

you guys agreed on meeting at a lil coffee shop on campus that wasn’t busy at the time you chose

ti was all going well, meaning that you guys were actually doing work, until he opens his mouth

“are you the female reproductive system, because i’d love to be all ova you”

he has the audacity to send you a wink and you’d be lying if you didn’t blush a lil till you realized how cheesy that was

fifteen minutes later and you curse the fact that you guys haven’t moved pass the reproductive system section

“do you need another one?” he says, pointing to your writing utensil that was running out of ink, “cuz i can tell you were my pen-is”

across his face he dawns his signature sly look and you look at him in disgust

“what are you doing?”

“what do you think i’m doing, kitten?”

you were gonna punch that grin off his face and he smiles to himself, thinking you were just playing hard to get

but your face is void of amusement and you return to your work which he is taken aback by

by the time it reaches the three hour mark you pack up and say that you guys should meet up again to start the actual bulk of the project

“ohohoho you wanna see my face again, y/n?” you almost stop yourself from saying what you were going to say, hearing your name roll off his tongue, but compose yourself

slinging your bag over your shoulder, you turn to face him with a confident smirk of your own

“if you think you can win me over like all those other people, there’s a vas deferens between me and them. see you monday, same place and time” and you leave

YOU GO BRO

his jaw drops but he takes it as a challenge

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcannons #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst

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teeth-and-tea · 3 years

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ANIME & MANGA I HAVE BINGED IN THE LAST MONTH: May 2021

I've Been Hunting Slimes for the Past 300 Years and Now Ive Maxed Out My Level: incredibly long name aside, cute af slice of life that suffers Same Face Syndrome. I'm still happy to watch it because of how feel good and fluffy it is though, Im probably gonna forget about it in two or three years tho. 8/10.

Don't Toy With Me, Miss Nagatoro: I found out this was a webcomic first and suddenly all the HORNINESS made so much more sense. A Femdom, Degradation, Humiliation, Dacryphilia Bullies to Lovers story disguised as a high school rom-com which, I'm not going to lie, misses SKEEVY CITY by mere inches on a regular basis. However, I'm a Dom/Switch and this entire relationship sets off my dom brain center like New York City just shy of midnight. So if you're into that sort of scene, this anime is for you. If not, it's still fascinating but you're probably gonna be a little put off by how mean the Girl!Bully is to the guy MC. Unless you find out something about yourself, in which case, congrats! Stay safe, sane, consensual, and learn about the traffic light system on top of safe words, I promise you'll have a better life in general after that. Still Ongoing, currently 10/10.

Fruits Basket: IM GONNA CRY I LOVE THIS ANIME SO MUCH???? The original anime came out when I was in... I think middle school and my parents were really strict on what I watched so I never got to experience the first wave and I never bothered to watch the show ever after I moved out of the house years later. However, now that I'm much older I honestly can say this is one of my favorite anime to date, and all the characters are charming, lovable, with their own problems that I can connect to or sympathize with, and I love the MC which is always a treat tbh. Except Akito. Akito can suck a sandpaper dick. I'm only on S2 tho so no spoilers! Anime 11/10.

Monster Girl Doctor: went in thinking it was gonna be a monster girl who's a doctor with a homoerotic assistant (her name is SAPPHY okay sue me for thinking it) and ended up watching the entire dubbed harem series. Honestly, I've seen worse and this one has consistent follow-through on interesting characters and backstory enough for me to shove aside the blatant under-monstrousness of the female monsters and the harem-ness of everything else. Dubbing is honestly really good, which is a treat, and the monster designs are not the worst and the MC is tolerable. Honestly, I don't mind having watched it! The mix of cgi and the traditional animation together work pretty strangely though, and it often doesn't flow super well. 7.5/10

So I'm a Spider, So What: Dubbed version which honestly isn't that bad. Took me a bit to get into it, but after realizing that it's got a mismatched timeline a la The Witcher, it made so much more sense. Heavily done in cgi, and you can definitely tell between the 2D and 3D animations, but not the worst in the world. I went in not expecting much but it ended up being an Issekai I can stand and even enjoy. On god has a decent story... with the spider. I'd be a liar if I didnt say I skipped some of the human parts just to get back to the best part of the show. 8/10.

Somali and the Forest Spirit: I'm so fucking nostalgic for this thing it makes me want to go and hug my dad. About a human girl under threat of being eaten with a monster-dominated world. Very obvious "humans fear what they don't understand" message but instead of the humans learning tolerance it's what happens when they get annihilated first so like, kudos for the mangaka for having the guts to do that. I cried like a baby regularly. It's really good, I watched the dub and ID WATCH IT AGAIN!!! 9/10.

To Your Eternity: Oh my god. O h my g o d. Fell in love on the first episode, ngl. About if an immortal being learned how to be a person from scratch. I love it. HOWEVER. Keep a box of tissues on you at all times because you're gonna need them. I'm only on EP7 because that's all that's out right now but just know. I love it. Not for everyone but certainly for my "what do we define as human and the human condition" ass. 12/10.

Those Snow White Notes: A sports anime without any sports. About shamisen playing which is cool because I never realized how cool this instrument was??? Its neat af. OP1&2 are by Burnout Syndrom so know theyre fire. Gonna be real, its pretty alright, but not extraordinary. You can tell they were using the characters as archetypes rather than actually characters which kinda kills a lot of the emotional value you could've had, but I'm still gonna watch it. It doesn't make me cringe as hard as other sports anime tho so I consider it toptier in that regards but if you're a big sports anime fan you might be bummed out by it. Every single musical performance is INCREDIBLE tho. A solid 8/10.

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun: THE ART OMFG IT'S SO GORGEOUS. Listen, if you took coptic markers and gave them an animation budget with some manga panel direction thrown in there, that's this anime. It's beautiful. Gorgeous. I'm in love with the aesthetic every second. Story? Really good. Characters? I love the MC and his evil little twin brother asshat. Demons? Not super imaginative but I'm carrying on happy as can be anyways. Dubbing? A bit shaky at times but I found the voices charming if a little off for some of them. I'm already waiting for the second season with popcorn at the ready. 10/10.

Prison School: I watched this directly after Hanako-kun and it was like I got slapped in the face by sweaty unwashed titties and some fedora wearing schmuck's piss kink. No character is likable or redeemable. I finished it, but at what cost? 2/10 and only because a character shit his pants and I laughed.

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle: watched this right after Prison School and it was NECESSARY tbh. Its so CUTE and honestly, im not even kidding you, the fucking funniest anime I've seen in months. I watched the dub and the VAs are having the time of their lives working on this anime not just giving it their all but literally just going ham. Its great. If I read this im sure id be bored outta my mind but the VAs giving it a joyous performance make it an insta fave for me tbh. 9/10.

Sk8 the Infinity: i watched the dub with my bro and I can confirm that its a spectacular show because we both loved it and we have vastly different tastes. Incredibly SUSPENSFUL AND STRESSFUL for an anime about skateboarding but we finished it in a single sitting tbh. The last episode is not dubbed for some reason but we still loved it. Like if Free! was less obnoxious but the only fan-service here is Joe ♡ a beefcake who owns my lesbian heart. I think there's exactly one named female character tho and I legit couldn't tell you what it was if there was a gun to my head. So, over all, 9.5/10.

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime: I'm going to be entirely honest, I went in thinking it was going to be a boring isekai of no value. I was right about the Isekai part. It was honestly pretty interesting and focused on nation building like you're playing civilization rather than the usual "Get Stronger" narrative or "Get Some Pussy" narrative most isekais take which is delightfully refreshing. Granted there are flavors of that in this which means it doesn't alienate the big isekai watchers out there, but it's not the whole dish and it doesn't make me want to cringe the same way others do. You've got a slime MC just vibing and building a nation of monsters nbd. Does lose points for making the female monsters more humanoid than their male counterparts but makes them back by only doing perfunctory fan-service and nothing that makes me want to cry... except the butt sumo episode but in fairness it was all a terrible dream. Literally, the MC refuses to dream anymore after that. solid animation, decent voice acting, decent story, made me realize how HUGE this is in the Light Novel community???? There's like 18 fucking novels and that's WILD. 8.5/10.

MANGA:

Spirit Photographer Saburo Kono: a one shot special by the mangaka of The Promised Neverland! Honestly a really delicate touch of both super creepy and really touching, and I'm not gonna lie I'm bummed that this isn't a bigger project but the single chapter makes it a good taste for their style. I've been wondering if I wanna read/watch The Promised Neverland and now I think I will. 10/10

Deranged Detective Ron Kamonohashi: from the mangaka of Hitman Reborn comes this Sherlock and Watson derivative! Not even 20 chapters out yet with a sort of spotty schedule, I honestly love it even thought it's exactly as you expect. HOWEVER. Kamonohashi the "Sherlock" character uses mental pressure to kill all confirmed murderers and it's up to Toto the "Watson" character to save all those people before Kamonohashi kills them! It's just recently introduced a "Moriarty" family of crime lords (not a big spoiler don't worry it was obvious) so the tension surrounding Ron's past is amping up rn. Personally, I think the art is GORGEOUS, the characters engaging, and the story quick enough to keep my interest. Most mysteries are solved within a chapter or two so you're not stuck 20 chapters into one locked room mystery which is just peachy tbh. RN, 10/10. If this gets an anime, I anticipate a legion of fangirls who ship the two main characters along with their many friends. I've been alive too long to believe otherwise.

Don't Toy with Me, Miss Nagatoro: Yeah I read the manga after I watched the show. A slower build than the anime, but it works for the format, if theyd done the same with the show then I don't think it wouldve done as well. Honestly? Cuter tbh but just as horny. You dont start really LEARNING about your character until like, chap 65 tho and no real "drama" happens until like 75. A good chunk of the chapters are like 8pgs so its a breeze to get through. I love these slow burn idiots of the century. 9.5/10 because you can DEFINITELY tell the mangaka does hentai too.

Yugen's All-Ghouls Homeroom: one-shot by the mangaka for Food Wars, it's no wonder there's this constant perviness from the MC, a guy who can see and exorcise spirits. Takes place at an all girl's finishing school with KICK ASS monsters tbh, kinda bummed its not longer. The MC? Blatant monsterfucker who is also a CONFRIMED monsterfucker???? Idk i vibe with that single emotion. Everything else is hit or miss. 7/10 for monsters and cool concept, lost points for the MC very pointedly being okay with admitting he'd wait for the teenagers to be adults tho. Creepy af. Could live without that.

Hell's Paradise: I finished the entire 127chps in 3 days and I was really enthusiastic about it 90% of the time thinking about how deep it was and then I actually thought about it and I ended up being very neutral about the whole thing tbh. The art is fantastic tho, but DEFINITELY deserving of the M rating. Tits. Tits everywhere. But not tits to be ecchi over, no, monster hermit tits on beautiful women-ish figures. Now generally I give that a pass but a huge theme in the story is that men and women are "no better than one or the other" but like, lady tits are what you see 99% of the time. Men tits are few and far between. I call bullshit on most of the "deep" themes is what I'm saying, so it's like the mangaka was trying for those deep thoughts but missed the margin a little too far for my preference. That being said, the MC is a married man who loves his wife which automatically makes him my favorite character so like... idk so many good things, so many misses, but overall really spectacular themes and imagery. Unique but classic all at once. It's getting an anime and I have NO IDEA how much censorship they're gonna be doing but they're going to be doing SO MUCH. Oh yeah, and one guy is a plant/human hybrid who fucks a 1000 year old plant-hermit which makes him a canon monster fucker. And one canon non-binary character who I, a nonbinary, actually like. So like... gosh I've got mixed feelings. 8.5/10.

Choujin X: From Sui Ishida, mangaka to the mega hit Tokyo Ghoul comes this brand new manga!... Of one chapter, lol. Not really binge-y because it's just the one chapter out right now but I'm already keeping my eye on it. The grasp on anatomy in the art is PHENOMENAL and you can see Ishida flexing his art skill which is great. Can't give a true rating but I'm giving it a tentative 9/10 because I'm excited to see more.

Shag&Scoob: technically not a manga, its an ongoing webcomic I binged an subscribed to in one day and I just think it deserves more attention. Starts off funny with "what if Scooby Doo had a gun" and has been led to "what if all cartoons are aliens that survive and receive their powers by the humans that love them in an epic war with Martians." On god, its good. I finished the current series in a couple hours so it's a breezy read, highly recommend it. 9/10.

To Your Eternity: Yeah I watched the anime and then finished all current 143 chapters in like 3 days. GOD IM WEAK. I don't buy physical manga unless I know I want to remember the story forever and I'm already budgeting for the current books out. Yeah, this is a good series. That being said, definitely not for the faint of heart or those who suffer under common triggers like suicide, molestation, death, etc. It's all framed as bad and necessary to the story don't get me wrong, but it's there and has lasting affects on the characters. Incredible story telling by the creator of A Silent Voice. Keep tissues nearby at all times. 12/10.

#i've been killing slimes for 300 years and maxed out my level #don't toy with me miss nagatoro #spirit photographer saburo kono #fruits basket #deranged detective ron kamonohashi #yugen's all-ghoul's homeroom #monster girl doctor #so i'm a spider so what #somali and the forest spirit #to your eternity #jigokuraku #hell's paradise #choujin x #shag and scoob #toilet bound hanako kun #prison school #sk8 the infinity #that time i got reincarnated as a slime

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internalsealpanic · 4 years

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Cosmonauts

Summary: You always call Tim space related nicknames. No one knows why.

A/n: This is technically a follow up to Art Gallery Smile but it can be read on its own. This was posted on mobile so Idk how bad it got formatted. Will edit when I get to my laptop.

Warnings: mentions of panic attack and anxiety. No graphic detail but just in case. (Yes, I gave Tim anxiety. Fight me.)

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“IT WAS ZOMBIE ADJACENT,” Roz protests, shoving another one of Tim’s fries into her gaping maw in a vain attempt to stop the petulant pout retching its way to her lips. You roll your eyes hard enough that your entire head follows along with their movement, taking a nibble of your own fries. Roz scowls, mouth twitching the way yours does (4 times to the left and 4 and a half times to the right) it was honestly the only way to tell that you two were related in any shape or form.

“It wasn’t even close, you deep-fried stick of margarine,”

“It shambled, didn’t it?”

“So does Space Case over here when you don’t funnel enough caffeine into his system, what’s your point?” You bite out leaning back, slinging your arm over the back of the bench and over Tim’s shoulder making his breath hitch. Tim can feel his skin heat up. For once, he’s thankful for just how much Roz hordes your attention. He’s starting to run out of excuses for the color of his cheeks. Not that you ever fell for any of it from the way you hummed every time he stammered out his excuse.

Based on the way your hand flexes and not so subtly moves away, you noticed his flush but made no comment. Instead, you grin- all sharp teeth and cocksure and smug bastard- leveling your older cousin a look which roughly translated to ‘Checkmate, motherfucker’. Despite his apprehension, Tim can’t help the smile that twitched on to his lips. Your eyes flickered to him. It might just be his imagination but Tim was pretty sure he saw fondness chip away at your smug grin. Tim kind of wants to lean into your arm but instead, he leans forward pretending to pay attention hiding his smile in his hands. His face is gonna get tired from smiling too much around you.

"It wasn't even close,"

"It was freaky looking,"

"Damn woman, you're being real judgy there,"

“Back me up here Duckie!” Roz screeches, shoulders hiking up making her look like a frazzled cat about to hiss pulling Tim away from his reverie. You roll your eyes all the way to the back of your head while Steph just snorts. Tim sighs. None of you have stopped calling him ‘Duckie’ or ‘Ducktective’ after that stint of being ‘Drake’. Admittedly, it wasn’t his best idea but you didn’t have to laugh that hard and slap your knee. When you were done laughing, you vehemently protested the name change by wearing your precious, well-kept, one of a kind Red Robin hoodie for the duration of the ‘Drake’ thing. You had said it was to bring him back to his senses (sense of fashion). Maybe you just wanted to fluster him. He certainly couldn’t put it past you. It worked. Oh, it definitely worked. Now, all he could think about was how nice you looked in his colors which inevitably lead him to think about how nice you would look in his shirts, in his clothes- Damn it. He’s doing it again.

Roz clears her throat. It is loud and rough and it makes all of you wince despite the already loud atmosphere of the cafeteria. Really what does Roz expect him to say? One, Tim wasn’t fully paying attention. How could he when you two are smooshed together on a cramped cafeteria bench with you still wearing your Red Robin hoodie? Tim’s surprised he isn’t keeling over. Two-

“See! Even our darling-” Tim’s brain short circuits. “Space Cadet can’t even defend your bullshit,” you laugh reaching over to Roz’s drink leaning a little too close to Tim’s face. He can almost feel the heat radiating off your skin.

If I lean in just a little more, I could probably…

“It isn’t bullshit!”

“You’re right! Bullshit has more substance-”

“Sooooo, what’s with all the space nicknames for Tim? When do I get one?” Steph asks casually, popping another of Tim’s fries into her mouth.

Has he even eaten any of his fries? It’s almost gone and he’s eaten at most one.

You choke making a pained noise, likely due to said carbonated drink going into your nostrils (and possibly your lungs), as you turn away. Your neck visibly red from where Tim is sitting. Based on the sparkle in Steph’s eyes, she can see it too. A manic grin spreads on Roz’s face wide enough that Tim legitimately worries that it’ll split her face wide open. A shrill sort of giggle escapes her which has you whipping your head to her direction to scowl at her. It does absolutely nothing to deter the sheer glee on her face as she sneers back to you. Some secret conversation passes between the two of you. Tim and Steph watch in slow motion as mortification creeps on to your face.

Suddenly (not really), Tim’s thankful that his only sister is practically a saint. At least compared to the horror that is Roz.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, you have a plethora of space-themed nicknames for him when you aren’t busy calling him whatever endearingly aggravating name Steph came up with that week.

Cosmo

Space Case

Space Nuts

Rocket Man

Martian Manhunter

Marvin (the Martian)

And your favorite, Cosmonaut.

At first, he figures it was because of his obsession love for Star Wars and Star Trek but no, that couldn’t be it since you had started calling him that long before you two ended up marathoning the entirety of Star Trek instead of working on your project. He can still remember just how engrossed you looked while watching as you hugged your knees to your chest leaning forward as you waited for the next episode to start up with bated breath. Your features highlighted by the glow of the laptop screen making it very easy for Tim to memorize the contours and angles of your expression. Yet another moment Tim really wanted to capture with a photo. You even did your mouth twitch thing without noticing.

He really wanted to just keep an entire album of all the different expressions you made. Wait. That sounds weird. Does it sound weird? It probably does.

Then again, maybe you called him those because of just how much of a weirdo he was. He couldn’t blame you if you did. But he found that highly unlikely. Sure, you can be mean at times (a lot of times) but you were too oblique for that. Years in customer service made sure of that. Your jabs were usually of the subtler, more needling variety. The type that makes you pause for too long. Plus, you said every nickname with a fondness that made his heart skip a beat. It was like when you called Roz or Steph ‘Fucker’. Maybe a little warmer. Or he could just be imagining that. Probably. Hopefully not. It was hard to get the honey-sweet way you said them out of his head.

Maybe they were just jabs. Lighthearted one. They could have just had easily been comments on just how much he spaced out. Tim has a tendency to live in his own head and it shows especially when he’s stressed or tired or both. Sometimes he would completely shut down as a result of excess anxiety. He can still remember the number of times he had let his anxieties run rampant letting them drag him away from the moment. His breaths were too quick to back then. He felt like he was gonna faint but then you just smiled at him like you were there for him which as it turned out you were. You gently squeezed each segment of his fingers until his breaths slowed. Even when he did fully calm down, you didn’t relinquish his hand. You held them firmly in your own even as you looked entirely unsure of what to do and what to say. You didn’t whisper the usual ‘you’re ok’ or the classic ‘you’ll be fine’. No, you just sat there with him quietly. Letting his feelings ebb and flow as he needed them to.

Tim really isn’t sure what he did to deserve even knowing someone like you but he would do it again and again if it meant being able to stick close to you.

Roz, ever the agent of chaos, throws a conspiratorial smile around the table like a flail. You look like you’ve been hit by one.

“Sorry, Steph. You won’t get one,” she says glancing at you. Steph pouts before she and Tim follow Roz’s gaze expecting you to glower or snarl or get up to deck her. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time. You just kind of sit there frozen and mortified with a face that simply says ‘Oh. God. This is happening.’. All you can really do is mouth a ‘fuck you’. This obviously pleases Roz. Say what you will about Roz, but there is abso-fucking-lutely no denying that she is petty as hell when it comes to revenge. Nothing is sacred to this woman. Nothing.

“Why’s that?” Steph asks innocently, smiling around her bendy straw also enjoying this rare chance to torment you.

“I’m so glad you asked!” Roz answers her voice twisting into a horrifying facsimile of a daytime talk show host. You peel your arm away from the backrest and place your arms over your head and neck as you do in an earthquake drill bracing for impact. By the way, you were shaking, you’d think there was an actual earthquake. Your reasoning can’t be that stupid.

“My dear Stephanie-” Steph scrunches her nose at the overly sweet tone Roz lathers on her name but makes no move to interrupt. “(y/n) only uses space-related nicknames for people they think are- and I quote- ‘waaaaaay outta their league’,” You let out a pained groan and Steph’s face unfurls as she lets out the loudest snort, loud enough to draw the attention of several tables around them.

Tim’s mind is still reeling, still trying to process what Roz just said.

Him?

Out of your league?

Excuse him, isn’t it the other way around?

What the hell?

“Tim, for the love of Alfred, please unhear that,” you plead wetly, parking your head out just enough for Tim to see just how red your face has gotten. “God, please unhear it or I might just die,” Tim kind of didn’t doubt that you would. Steph somehow laughs even louder at this. Roz, not one to miss pouring salt in the wound, laughs along with her. You look like you wanted to implode out of existence. You could certainly try but Tim seriously doubts the universe is kind enough to let you escape.

Yeah, Tim’s brain has officially left the building. He’ll be back at 9 o’clock sharp tomorrow. Promise.

“You mean to tell me that-” Steph chokes, unable to control her laughing fit. “-You’re telling me that you’ve been watching them pine for each other for over a year now and you just let them?!” Steph wheezes still holding her stomach.

Roz looks offended and makes a whiny little noise. “Weeeell, technically I offered to wingman-”

“YOU WERE GONNA CHARGE ME FIFTY BUCKS,”

“Hey, matchmaking is hard,”

“It isn’t worth fifty bucks!”

“You’re right! It is worth so much more,”

“God, I hate you,” you groan into the table.

“God can’t help you now, kid,”

Tim frowns, mind backtracking to dissect the information. Apparently, his brain decided to clock back in.

They knew. Even Roz ‘I don’t give a shit what you do as long as it doesn’t affect me’ Andrada, noticed. Was he that obvious?

A year? Wait. No. Over a year. They knew about this for over a year.

Lastly, what do you mean each other?! As in mutual? Mutual pining?

As if reading his thoughts, you ask “Wait… what do you mean each other?”

Roz blinks at you not entirely sure if you’re being funny. When you give her a look, she slumps back in her chair. “I’m related to a dumbass,”

“That you are. Speaking of dumbasses-” Steph whips her attention to Tim giving him a shit-eating grin.”-You said you were waiting for the perfect opportunity to ask (y/n) out, right?” Steph waves her hands doing jazz hands as she points at your still dumbstruck figure. She’s smiling as if she was the world’s best wingman at the moment.

Tim suppresses a groan. “This isn’t exactly how I pictured it,”

Roz reaches into her pocket and produces a lighter. Grabbing the last of Tim’s fries and lighting it. “There. Mood lighting. Do the thing.”

“Ah yes, because surely the scent of burning potatoes is gonna sweep (y/n ) off their feet,” Tim said flatly crossing his arms. He knows he’s definitely focusing on the wrong thing but as with all things it was easier to procrastinate. This is especially true when you’re afraid of the outcome.

Roz huffs, waving the fry to extinguish it and muttering something about beggars and choosers. “Trust me kid that isn’t hard to do. Besides, did you not hear the part where I quoted (y/n) about you being ‘outta their league’,” You open your mouth to protest but slam it shut when Roz gives you a lopsided grin looking like she had a mountain of dirt on you which she likely did. He was definitely thankful that she has never met his family. He’s pretty sure Gotham wouldn’t survive.

“How could I possibly be out of (y/n)’s league. I- I don’t- I mean- I’m not-”

Your body twists his way fast enough that he’s sure you either have whiplash or a twisted spine. Your eyes are set on him glowering as if he’d said something wrong. He’s pretty sure he didn’t although he did have a talent for putting his foot in his mouth. Your jaw is set tight, your teeth almost grind. He could see the tight hitch in your shoulders. He is 100% sure you’re going to deck him.

“Do you want it listed alphabetically or what?”

“What?”

“Structure it like an argumentative essay. Speak nerd.” Roz instructs, earning her the full force of your glare. Your face pinches even more. Maybe this was the part where you implode.

You suck in a calming breath before turning back to Tim.

“Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, you are a fucking moron, and here’s why:” Taking another breath, you turn to face him fully your cheeks reddening but you press on either from pure unadulterated spite or determination.

“You quite literally co-run a multibillion-dollar corporation. You’ve been doing that since you were seventeen apparently. You know several languages and you are not only fluent but proficient. You’re well versed in an insane amount of fighting styles. You are the smartest dumbass I know-”

“Preach!” Steph jokes.

“-You can basically operate any machinery I put in front of you. I have no doubt you can Macgyver one up if you fucking wanted. You could hack into any system you want just as a joke. You could probably throw the entire global economy into the toilet just for shits and giggles. Need I go on?”

Tim looks at you wide-eyed and speechless. You shrink a little as he continues to gape at you but you keep looking him in the eyes daring him to refute your claims. Really what was there to say? As much as he wants to come up with something witty to snap back at you, his chest is too crowded with warmth from the absolute sincerity of your voice. He knows you didn’t set out to make him fall deeper in love with you but he feels like he’s in free fall with your gravity pulling him downwards. Tim can feel the heat rising to the tips of his ears.

You shrink again, your mouth twitching. “I-” Another calming breath. “I said too much. But my point stands!” The infinitesimal gap he felt between the two of you practically vanished. Still, he could do nothing but stare. Words fail him in the most inopportune moments even when you look so desperate for any kind of response. You swallow thickly looking like you think you’ve ruined everything when the fact was you haven’t. Quite the opposite really. Tim feels like he could take on the entirety of Gotham’s rogue gallery right now. Still, his brain was drawing a blank.

“Mood,” His brain has short-circuited and is now beyond repair. His palm is in his face before he even sees your reaction. You give him an entire speech about how great he is and all he can say is ‘mood’. Looking over at Steph and seeing her phone on her hands, he can tell she’s already transcribing the events to the group chat. Well, It can’t get any worse.

You giggle snort eyes slamming shut from the force of your laughter. Joy suffuses throughout your tense body, loosening your tense muscles. “Thank you for proving my point,” you say between gasps.

Tim falls victim to the infectious smile spreading on your face. He feels the warmth crowding his chest grow fuzzy.

Now’s your chance.

Tim takes a steadying breath. He rolls his shoulder back to straighten his posture. He waits for you to calm yourself a bit. When you do, he asks as confidently as he can “Are you free this Saturday?”

“No,”

Oh crap. He knew he screwed up. He feels cold seep into his feet.

You shake your head at his panic. “I work Saturday, ET,”

“Oh, I-”

“I have all of Sunday off though,” A hum of excitement spreads through his limbs. “Name your time,”

“9 AM?”

You give him a look roughly translating to ‘You aren’t going to lose sleep over a date, so help me’.

“11:30?” He corrects. You smile and hum seemingly making the oxygen in the atmosphere disappear. He finds that he doesn’t mind, not when he feels like he’s floating on zero gravity.

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Bonus:

Steph: Tim’s a dumbass😌🙃

Damian: Thank you for stating the obvious, Brown.

Step: 🙄 Do you wanna hear about it or not?

Dick: 👀We’re listening…

Steph: (Y/n) made this whole speech about Tim and all Tim could say was 'mood' cycgu9c8ychic8td 5d8fcouv9ygpuv

Jason: F

Duke: F

Cass: F

Babs: F

Dick: F

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