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borathae · 3 months

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↳ Index [Snippet #46 - Affection]

"When Jungkook wants some affection."

Genre: married life!AU, domestic Fluff, a hint of suggestive themes

Warnings: they're in love, snuggles & cuddles in bed, kisses, they also talk about alien dick at one point lmaaoaao, and how Kook would use it on her hahha listen they're both nerds <3, Kookie wants to be praised and kissed!!!, they are the one true couple <3

Wordcount: 2.1k

a/n: they're so important to me :( i love them so fucking much istfg :(

You and Jungkook have a to-do list on your fridge. On there, you write all the things needing to be done this day, which aren’t part of the usual schedule. During the colder months, the list could include things like “make the greenhouse storm proof” while in the warmer months, things like “mow the lawn” finds its way onto the list. You even have the list separated in two sections. One for you and one for Jungkook. Because you hate doing some tasks, while Jungkook loves them and instead he hates other tasks you love. So some tasks will always find their way onto Jungkook’s side while others will be cozy on your side. The list works wonderfully and saved yourselves from many sleepless nights when the sudden realization set in that “oh shoot, you had to do something today but forgot”. It is also a perfect tool to prevent useless bickering about “who does it”, because once it’s on the determined side, it is clear to both who will be responsible for it.

The day is almost over and you are on your way to the shower when you decide to check the list just one last time. Just in case. Your brain has been awfully scattered throughout the day because of a bad night's sleep, so just to be sure, you want to make sure that the list has actually been worked through.

You and Jungkook have a pen each to write your lists. Jungkook’s side is written in black ink and his handwriting, while your side is written in blue ink and your handwriting. He had swipe the driveway, clean the bike gear closet on his side today. Both tasks are crossed off. You had water the upstairs plants and wash the upstairs curtains, kiss husband and tell him you are proud of him on your list. Both tasks are crossed off. Your eyes do a double take.

“Kiss husband and tell him you are proud of him?” you read out loud. You didn’t write that. Your eyes flit down to yet another task you didn’t fulfill, “Pin husband by the wrists and tell him he is yours? I’m sorry? I didn’t write any of this.”

Wait a minute. This is written in black ink. And it is Jungkook’s handwriting.

“Oh my god, Kook”, you gasp, having to laugh, “you genius doofus.”

This is such a Jungkook thing to do. It is silly, clever and exactly the kind of flirting that gets your heart racing. You married such a goofy sweetheart.

You abandon the list so you can take the quickest shower in wife history. You have tasks to fulfill, husbands to kiss. You slip into a cute two piece pyjama set once clean and hurry to his room.

The door is closed and so you knock.

“Come in”, he answers after the third knock.

You slide into the room, closing the door behind you. In typical Jungkook fashion, he has the big lights off and only his colourful LEDs on. The room is hued into a mixture of red and pink.

Your husband is sitting by his computer with his knees pulled to his chest. He is dressed in loose boxers and a white oversized shirt. His short hair is silky and on top of his nose, a pair of black framed glasses is perched. He started wearing prescription glasses. Well, in yet another typical Jungkook fashion, he only wears them occasionally because he either forgets or can’t be bothered. Whenever he does wear them however, he looks so handsome in them that it gets hard to function.

“Hey sweetie”, he greets you, studying you from head to toe, “this is such a cute set. It fits you so well.”

“Thank you. It’s satin. Touch it”, you hurry to him.

Jungkook touches your upper waist, sliding his hand down to your hip softly. His eyes follow his touch.

“Wow, so soft and silky.”

“Right? It’s so comfy. And? Check this out”, you say and grab the pants at the crotch part to drag it into his vision. You have to do a little bend for it.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asks, having to chuckle at your silly antics.

“No middle seam”, you say, fixing your pants again, “which means no pussy and ass crack discomfort.”

“Ah that’s what you tried to show me. It looks so comfy. Yay to no crack discomfort.”

“I know. I’m so happy”, you say and turn to look at his screen.

He has a character creation window open. It seems like a sci-fi shooter game.

“Am I disturbing you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’m creating a character for the next round. I wanna be an alien this time.”

“I see. That seems cool”, you say and suddenly you feel so guilty for coming here. This is Jungkook’s recharge time, you shouldn’t ruin this for him. Maybe you can fulfill your tasks later. Once he’s in bed with you.

“What brings you here, sweetie? Fashion show or something else?” Jungkook asks, caressing your lower back as he talks.

“Yeah, no. Fashion show”, you turn to him, giving him a little sway of your shoulders, “I wanted to show you my new set.”

“I love it. You are beautiful in it”, he praises and smiles.

“Thankies”, you murmur shyly and wiggle your shoulders, “do you want any snacks? I’m making tea so I can drink some as I read in bed.”

“No, thank you. I have my beer and my crisps”, he says and gives your buttock a little squeeze, “you’re my favorite snack anyways.”

You nudge his cheek, “sweet talker.”

He chuckles, shifting his eyes to the screen again. Yes, you will definitely do your tasks later in bed. They will hit so much better this way.

“Okay, I’m in bed then”, you say, leaving his room again.

“Yeah okay. Have fun reading.”

“I will, heh. Have fun being an alien.”

Jungkook laughs, “I will.”

You already finished the chapters when Jungkook comes to bed. You are on your phone, watching a video, when he enters the bedroom. You pause the video and lock your phone, following your husband with your eyes.

He is walking to his bedside table so he can put his glasses there for the night. He massages the bridge of his nose afterwards, taking on a path to the bathroom.

“It was your turn to put Bam to sleep, right?” he asks.

“It was, yeah. He’s been sleeping for two hours.”

“That’s good. Our son”, he says, disappearing in the bathroom afterwards. Moments later, you can hear him pee.

You shake your head in disbelief, chuckling to yourself. He couldn’t even close the door for that.

The toilet flushes and moments later, you hear him brush his teeth. He even manages to make himself gag once as he scrapes his tongue, following it up with a “made myself gag” to which you answer him with a chuckled “poor man”.

Afterwards he finally appears, grinning at you.

“Wah baby, I just pissed so hard”, he says.

“I know. I heard. Couldn’t you have closed the door?”

“I could have. I was lazy”, he says and plops down on bed.

“You’re so weird sometimes.”

“You love me for it.”

“Mhm, yeah I guess I do. I hope you sat down.”

“Wah baby, who do you think I am? A heathen? Of course I sat down.”

You chuckle, “good boy.”

He snuggles into his pillow until he is cozied up on his side and with his big eyes gazing at you. “I was an alien”, he says, reaching out to intertwine his fingers with yours. He caresses your knuckles mindlessly.

“You were?”

“Mhm. It was fun. Hey babe, would you still love me if I was an alien?”

You laugh, lifting your brow at him in question. He flutters his lashes at you, expecting your answer.

“Obviously”, you say, “I’d call you my little alien and we could go on dates in your UFO.”

“Yeah that sounds romantic. Also, alien dick. Hello? Would you prefer tentacles, an egg laying one or a double trouble deluxe one?”

“I love that we instantly went from cute UFO dates to alien dick” you say with a chuckle on your lips.

“That’s important miss ma’am, I need to know your preferences.”

“Fine okay”, you give in, “tentacles? Fill me in.”

“Okay so. I would have no dick, you know, like Ken. But then I could grow tentacles and these tentacles produce their own lube so I can fuck you with them. And there’s lots of them so I can fill out whatever you want me to.”

“Alright”, you snort in amusement, “egg laying? What’s that about?”

“I don’t know, I saw it somewhere.”

“You mean porn?”

“Yeah.”

You laugh, “so it’s like a normal dick that lays eggs inside me?”

“Yeah basically, but it’s purple and is thicker at the tip and it also produces its own lube so I can be really wet and nasty with it. And, oh my god, I want it to glow as well so I can see it inside you. Yeah.”

“I feel like that’s your favourite.”

“Maybe, I want a glowing dick”, he says and pouts, making you laugh.

“Yeah it sounds fun. But I gotta carry your eggs inside afterwards?”

“I mean…yeah. You do that normally too, they’re just smaller.”

“You’re gross.”

He grins. You give him a roll of your eyes affectionately, nudging his cheek.

“And the last one? Is the double deluxe one your dick but just twice?” you ask him.

“Yeah, basically. Yup, my dick but twice”, he decides, nodding his head way too proudly.

“Then I’ll take this one. I like your dick. Having it twice sounds like fun.”

Jungkook scrunches his nose in a cute bunny smile. He looks way too giddy for the nature of the conversation.

“Do you really like it?” he asks.

“More than anything.”

“Is it perfect?”

“The most perfect ever.”

Jungkook giggles, kicking his feet.

“Thanks, yeah”, he clears his throat to make his voice appear deeper, “thanks babe.”

You laugh because you know he is being goofy again. Your little goofball. You roll onto your tummy and push him to his back. He lets you, looking at your face with sparkly eyes.

You take his wrists and pin them above his head. The sparkles in his eyes grow, his breathing speeds up just a little.

“You’re a goofball”, you speak softly, gazing at his pretty face.

Jungkook wiggles, grinning goofily.

“But you’re my goofball. All mine”, you say, giving him a knowing smile, “and I’m proud of you.”

Jungkook squeaks out a little snicker, smiling so brightly his eyes turn into crescent moons. You make it grow with one smooch to his lips and another one to the left side of his neck. He leans into the kisses, wiggling his toes because he is so, so happy to finally receive your affection.

Afterwards you lift your head, raising your right hand to draw invisible checkmarks in the air.

“Check and check”, you say, placing your hand back on his wrist.

Jungkook wiggles his feet. His pulse is racing under your palms. He is so giddy.

“I was already scared that you didn’t even see it”, he confesses.

“I did. I was so confused at first because I didn’t remember writing it, but then I saw it was in your handwriting and I knew.”

“Heh”, he snickers, scrunching his nose, “it was clever, wasn’t it?”

“Mhm so clever”, you praise and kiss his lips, “I married a genius.”

“You really did”, he says and uses his strength to wiggle out of your hold just so he can wrap you in his arms and hug you against him, “my honeyyy.”

You squeak a giggle, accepting your sweet fate gladly. So now you and he are rolling around the sheets as Jungkook cuddles you aggressively. Limbs tangle, sheets get messy and distances erased. It is truly such a delight. He also regularly smooches whatever part of your face he can reach, mumbling giddy words against your skin.

“Wah baby, you saying that you’re proud of me really made me so happy. It felt so good to hear.”

“I am, you know? I actually meant it, I’m really proud of you.”

“Thank you, my love”, he nuzzles his face into your neck, giving you little kisses whenever he can, “I’m proud of you too, my love. Wah baby I wanna melt with you, you’re so cute.”

You smile, closing your eyes to really enjoy his affection.

“You’re cute too”, you mumble into him, pulling him closer.

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zerobaselove · 6 months

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brain freeze | sung hanbin

pairing: frozen yogurt worker! hanbin x regular customer! reader

genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers ?? kinda ??

word count: 5067

warnings: none i don't think! lowercase intended, not proofread, or even read or written in one sitting truthfully

notes: thank u to tiff for convincing me to write this after our zb1 as part time workers conversation, it's honestly rlly rough but i like the concept so :]] i hope u guys like it,, especially since ive been mia </3

"welcome to cosmic swirls! our frozen yogurt is over on that wall there and the toppings are just to the right! you can come up here when you're all ready and i can ring you up!"

the cheerful boy at the front counter beamed at you as you walked through the front door of the new frozen yogurt shop in town, gesturing to the other side of the store. you gave him a smile and a small thank you as you followed the bright-coloured walls towards the frozen yogurt. after a long day at work, you couldn't help but give in to the temptation of trying the new sweet treats just across the street from your work.

the shop was lined with bright purple and blue paint and star decals, a wall filled with every topping you can imagine, and the plethora of flavours of frozen yogurt that lined where you stood. there was a faint hum of whatever tune was playing on the radio, and you could faintly hear the cute worker shuffling around at the counter. you honestly weren't expecting it to be so empty, but how many people were getting frozen yogurt on a thursday night, right?

"hmm," you wondered aloud, browsing the options in front of you, unable to decide on just one.

"i recommend the cotton candy!" the cute boy chimed up, watching as you admired the machines in front of you. "ooh, i like the sound of that," you smiled, grabbing a cup and filling it with the frozen dessert. you added a few simple toppings before walking over to the counter where the boy stood.

after ringing you up and paying for your treat, the boy, who you've noticed is named hanbin, judging by his name tag, speaks up. "hope you like my recommendation!" a wide smile crosses his face, gesturing to the pink and blue swirled frozen yogurt in your cup.

"and if i don't?" you teased, giving hanbin a mischievous grin. "well," he pondered for a moment, "then i owe you a new one! but i bet you'll love it, scouts honour!"

you let out a laugh at the boy with his hand up in the air, "well i'll keep you updated." you laughed again as you went to go sit down, scrolling through your phone as you tried the frozen yogurt, pleasantly surprised at how good it was. i guess that's why everyone's been talking about this place lately, you thought to yourself.

finishing up your treat, you threw out the cup and walked back to the counter, getting hanbin's attention. "so?" he started, a smile on his face as he waited to hear your review.

"hated it!" you said, joking around with the boy as a laugh passed your lips. he feigned offence, a hand coming to his chest dramatically as if you had personally struck his heart. "no way!! how could you!" the two of you burst into a fit of giggles, drawing the attention of the lone couple in the corner before covering your mouth with your palm.

calming down a bit, you continued, "guess i'll just have to come back and try a different flavour next time!" you insisted.

"i guess you will!"

and you did. in the coming weeks, you found yourself returning to the shop more times than you could consider normal. every time, trying a new flavour than before. had to give it all a shot right? even if some nights left you with a cup of half-eaten frozen yogurt or more toppings than dessert in an attempt to drown out a flavour you weren't particularly fond of.

what you had grown quite fond of though was the boy behind the counter. hanbin. over the weeks you had gotten to know hanbin a bit; often you were there late, one of the last people there at that time, which gave you two time to talk and get to know each other a bit.

what you had learned was that hanbin was a dancer outside of his daily employment. most of the time his paychecks went to different classes with teachers he admired. something about "wanting to learn from the best." you also learned that he had a small hamster plushie that he kept behind the counter with him, even got him a miniature apron that you could only imagine he stole from a small doll. but sometimes kids would come in and he'd show off his little friend, loving to watch the way they got excited over the worker hamster. it was cute. he was cute.

and with that thought clouding your brain like an all too familiar brain freeze, you walked through the familiar front doors yet again, the jingle of the bell signaling your entrance had become something you were sure you'd hear in your dreams.

"on time as usual," hanbin smiled at your familiar face, "what flavour are you going to try today?" he questioned as he watched you saunter over to the machines, grabbing a cup before staring them down. "is the coconut any good?"

"never tried it honestly," he said simply, leaving you shocked. it was the first flavour so far that he hasn't had, "heard it's good though! you'll have to let me know!" his usual smile plastered on his face, you once again end up mirroring his expression, "guess i'll have to get it then!"

you found yourself at what you considered your usual table now, the one closest to the front counter. you like to tell yourself it was because it was convenient but you know it was just so it was easier to talk to hanbin. but that wasn't a crime!

a few minutes had passed and hanbin found himself sitting with you at the table, a now regular occurrence when there were no other customers around. "how is it?"

you plunged the spoon into the dessert, holding it up to the boy, "give it a try," you hadn't really thought about the intimacy of your offer, but hanbin didn't give it a second thought as he took a bite off of your spoon, letting out a hum of approval. "not too bad." he said, covering his mouth.

like many other nights, the two of you let your conversations run freely, only stopping to glance at the time on your phone; 11:05.

"shit hanbin," you quickly stood up, grabbing your phone and cup, "i didn't mean to keep you past close. i'm sure you wanna go home after a long day." you can't help but shake your head at your innate ability to get lost in time.

he let out a chuckle at your sudden urgency, "hey no rush, i honestly like the company, it gets pretty lonely here at night." his reassurance helped calm your guilt for a moment, "plus there's not much left to do to close up." he stacked the final chairs, the ones you had been sat at, as he continued. "but it's getting late, you should be heading home, no?" he sounded almost worried at you being out so late, and your heart swelled a bit at the thought.

"yeah i probably should head back," you let out a small sigh at the idea of ending the night with hanbin, "sorry again hanbin, and please get home safe." you gave him a sheepish smile as you turned on your heel to leave.

"make sure you get home safe too! what would i do without my favourite customer?" he joked, not knowing the way your heart skipped a beat at being called his favourite.

you were running out of excuses, or rather flavours; reasons to be at the frozen yogurt shop as much as you were.

"what are you gonna do when there's nothing new to try?" hanbin laughed, watching as you had narrowed it down to your last few choices of untouched flavours.

"die, maybe." you say nonchalantly, earning a laugh from the boy at the counter, finding your dramatics endearing. "you could just try every combination of flavours with every topping." hanbin suggested, a smug smile on his face.

you laughed, shaking your head, "hanbin that would take forever."

"and?" he questioned, "just means more time with me!"

he did have a good point, as silly as the idea sounded. you'd honestly do anything to give you an excuse to hang out with the boy more. except actually asking him out, of course.

what you didn't know was that despite the jokes, hanbin was honestly hoping you would take the idea somewhat seriously. one or two more guaranteed visits did not sound like enough time for him to finally gain the courage to ask you out, or even to get your number, so he felt like he needed all the time he could get.

you weren't the only one who had grown fond of your frequent visits. you had quickly become the thing hanbin looked forward to every week. it had only been a few months of small chats across counters and plastic tables, but hanbin could've sworn he was falling for you, at least in some capacity.

so instead of either of you asking the other out, you just sat together again like every visit, giggling and talking about anything and everything, sometimes even sharing bites of your dessert as you rambled on about an interaction at work that day. it was the least you could give him for listening to your rants.

instead of leaving when you were finished, you took it upon yourself to help with stacking the chairs, hopefully as an apology for always keeping the boy so late.

he couldn't help but smile at the gesture, "you don't have to do that y/n, i'm the one who works here not you." you simply smiled and shook your head, "but it gives me an excuse to stay here with you longer," you finished stacking the last table on your side of the room, "plus it's the least i could do."

"well i appreciate it," a shy smile spread across his face, trying to mentally stop a blush from rising to his cheeks at the thought of you wanted to stay with him longer. god i need to hurry up and ask them out. the thought echoed in his brain as he grabbed the key to lock up, walking with you to the door in a comfortable silence.

you both said your goodbyes, waving as you split off in opposite directions. you spent your walk home that night thinking more about the boy than usual, and as if connected telepathically, hanbin happened to have you at the forefront of his mind the whole drive home. not that he was complaining.

this was the time, hanbin reassured himself. this was when he'd finally ask you out, give you his number, get your number. something. anything. but as he watched the hands on the clock move at an agonizing pace, seemingly taunting him, he couldn't help but second guess himself.

in the midst of his self doubt, the familiar chime rang through the quiet store, right on schedule. and in you walked, dressed up nicer than usual. not that you didn't look great all the time to hanbin, but you looked particularly nice this evening.

"bad news hanbin," you said, walking up to the counter, "i have to take it to go tonight," your lips pressed into a frown. he looked quizzically at you, urging you to continue. "heading to my brother's graduation." you continued simply.

"and yet you still came in for frozen yogurt?" he questioned, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "well i didn't wanna miss my flavour this week," you exclaimed, as if making a very obvious point, "plus i don't think i could go a whole extra week without seeing you, c'mon now."

you kept talking as you filled up your first cup, one of the last flavours that you hadn't tried. setting it on the counter, you started grabbing the second, taking the opportunity to surprise your brother with some of the frozen yogurt you had been raving about.

tapping your card on the machine, and saying your farewell, you turned to leave the small shop and head on your way. but not before hanbin could stop you.

"wait!" he called out, quickly jogging up to you with a napkin in hand, "you might need this, for the road," a hand came to the back of his neck, rubbing sheepishly. "and uh, one minute." he quickly rushed to the back of the shop, where you assumed he kept his things, reemerging from the back door with a jacket in hand. "it's cold out there, staying warm is important, especially if you're eating frozen yogurt."

he lightly placed the jacket around your shoulders, letting the fabric drape along your frame. he took a second to catch his breath, partially from the running back and forth, and partially from the sight of you in his jacket. he quickly tried to peel his eyes off of you before his thoughts got the best of him, and luckily, that led hanbin to miss the way your cheeks heated up at the gesture.

after a moment of silence and thumping hearts, you said your goodbyes once more, accompanied by a thank you from yourself as you headed out the door.

as opposed to the usual, this time you found yourself sitting with your brother indulging in the sweet treat. "since when did you wear jackets like that?" your brother inquired, glancing over the clearly oversized mens jacket. you tried to shrug the question off, attempting to act nonchalant, "since today i guess." you brought the spoon up to your mouth to take another bite, avoiding any further answers.

"y/n, how dumb do you think i am." your brother chuckled, shaking his head at your poor attempt at an excuse, "who gave it to you?"

you quickly gave up on the facade, knowing you couldn't lie to your brother. "just the guy from the frozen yogurt place," your voice trailed off as you watched a shit-eating grin spread across his face. "i've never heard of a frozen yogurt place lending jackets to customers, or any business really." he said sarcastically, laughing at the way your face quickly heated in embarrassment, only stopping to continue teasing you.

"so do you like this boy?" he asked, as if your reaction hadn't given it away. you gave a shy nod as you hummed a confirmation, not only admitting it to your brother but also to yourself. "well as long as he treats you right, i approve, otherwise he better watch out, i bet i could take him anyways."

you couldn't help but laugh at your brothers weak attempt at intimidation, even getting a bit of frozen yogurt on your face in the process, causing your brother to erupt into laughter himself. "hold on," you reached into the pocket of the jacket, pulling out the napkin hanbin had given you as you were leaving, only now you had noticed something you didn't earlier.

there was something scribbled on the napkin. a number. hanbin's number, next to a small scrawled note reading, "in case you ever want to get some real food." a small heart outlined beside the message, even a small tear where the pen had ripped through the thin napkin.

you couldn't wait to get home that night. as soon as you had gotten into the comfort of your room, you grabbed the napkin again, quickly unlocking your phone and typing in the series of numbers messily written across.

"hey, it's y/n ^^" you typed simply, hoping the emoticon didn't feel too awkward as you couldn't stop your heart from beating out of your chest. the feeling of unstoppable palpitations only amplified as you watched the typing bubble quickly appear on the other side of the screen.

the seconds seemed to slow as you watched the typing bubble disappear, only to reappear once more before a message rang through.

"y/n! how'd your brother's graduation go??"

you quickly typed back a reply, giving a positive recollection of the night, selectively withholding the small confessional about the boy you were texting.

you spent your night getting ready for bed at a slower pace than usual, every minute or so your phone would ding with a message from hanbin, and you couldn't stop yourself from reaching for your phone to respond.

before you knew it, hours had gone by and through blurry eyes you faintly read out the time; 3:47am.

"hanbin,," you typed, pressing send on the short message for suspense, "did you realize it's nearly 4am"

his reply came faster than you thought, "shit don't you have to work in the morning?" you thought it was endearing that despite you both being awake, he was still worried about your wellbeing and rest.

after saying goodnight and tucking yourself into bed for the last time that night, you let yourself drift off, thoughts of the boy still swirling around your brain as you fell into a deep sleep.

after the longest friday of your life, you finally got to return to the comfort of your home, and you couldn't have been more thankful. checking the time and noticing that hanbin would still be at work, you decided to do a bit of self-care. as silly as it sounded, you just wanted the time to pass so you could talk to him more.

a nice hot shower and face mask later, and your phone dinged with a message.

"guess who's off for the weekend!" hanbin's name and photo popped up accompanying the message.

"hmm, me?" you typed, laughing as you pressed send, getting an excited "no way!! you too??" in response.

you spent the rest of your evening texting the boy while you listened to the white noise of whatever tv show was quietly playing in the background. that was until, hanbin asked if you wanted to call.

with an overly eager yes, you watched his name pop up again, this time your finger hovering over the answer button as you heard your ringtone blare through your speakers.

"hanbin~" you dragged out, nearly hearing the boy smile on the other end. "y/n~" he mirrored, a small chuckle escaping his lips after.

the conversations carried on into the deep hours of the night, yawns interrupting your thoughts as the time went on, leading hanbin's voice to become laced with concern.

"are you getting sleepy?" he questioned softly, his tone almost putting you to sleep in itself. you responded with a faint hum and nod, even if he couldn't see you. "go to sleep, love. don't let me keep you up." he muttered, keeping quiet as to not wake you.

in your tired state you couldn't quite process the pet name, but you were sure it would plague your mind once you were more awake.

you attempted to mutter back an argument, but before you knew it, your eyes had fallen shut to the sound of hanbin mumbling about something you couldn't quite make out.

hanbin thought it was cute; your faint snores and soft rustling in your sleeping state. he stayed on the call for a while before hanging up, leaving you to sleep peacefully. deciding it was time to head to bed himself, he got comfy in bed and opened your messages for one last time that night.

"sleep tight <3 didn't wanna accidentally wake you so i hung up." he pressed send, hovering over the keyboard for one last message, one that left his heart pounding through his chest. "and uh," he typed out, "if you're free today, maybe we can go to that diner downtown, or anywhere really, if you'd like... okay goodnight!"

he breathed out a sigh as he sent the last message, worry and self doubt taking over his mind as he considered the possibility of you rejecting his offer. but it was too late now, the message had been sent and now all he had to do was wait.

what would usually be a peaceful morning was anything but; as soon as the morning fog in your mind cleared, the night before had flooded back to you in a flash, embarrassment taking over as you failed to remember hanging up or saying goodnight before falling asleep. the only thing your brain could remember was a faint "go to sleep love" echoing over and over in hanbin's soft voice, driving you to near insanity as you opened your phone to a few notifications from the boy himself.

it only took a moment of skimming past the words on your screen before you were eagerly typing a response, accepting the offer to go out followed by a brief apology for falling asleep.

instead of a typing bubble appearing on your screen, it was a call answer screen, which you answered without much thought.

"morning~" you singsonged, hearing hanbin shuffle before responding with a raspy, sleep ridden "good morning y/n."

you swore your head was spinning at the new tone from hanbin, an unexpected change from his usual cheery voice. you took a moment to collect your thoughts before speaking up again, "d'you just wake up?"

he hummed in response, hearing his run this hand through is hair. "then why'd you call me silly?" you questioned, wondering if he had considered just typing a response when he was more awake.

"wanted to hear your voice," he sleepily mumbled, not quite aware of his own confession until it had already left his lips. you muttered a small "oh," taking another moment to process what the boy had said before attempting to come up with a response. you stuttered out a small chuckle and a teasing "well here i am" before switching the subject.

once hanbin was a bit more awake, the two of you confirmed your plans for the day; deciding that hanbin would come pick you up around 5pm and you'd go head out to a diner for some food. "it's a date," you exclaimed, your smile audible through the phone, causing hanbin to smile in return, unknown to you.

"sounds perfect," he hummed, "see you then y/n."

anxiously checking the clock for the nth time, you read the seemingly unchanging time; 4:55pm. you couldn't help but fiddle with the hem of your jacket, or rather hanbin's jacket, in an attempt to calm your nerves. the faint lingering smell of his cologne on the jacket helped ease your mind as you awaited the boy's arrival.

a few minutes had passed while you were lost in your thoughts, only pulled out from your endless what if's by a knock at the door.

you opened the door you had been pacing in front of, leaving the boy to come into view. what you hadn't considered until this moment in time was that this was your first time seeing him out of the bright-coloured uniform and apron he usually adorned at the frozen yogurt shop. instead he sported a loose fitting white t-shirt, a light wash jean jacket atop his shoulders. he looked good.

"oh hi," you managed to stutter out, trying to pick up your jaw that was hanging open. "you look nice," you muttered, eyes trailing over his frame, stopping for a moment on a tattoo that hadn't been visible in his usual attire. a delicate celestial scene placed between his collarbones, lying between the chains of a dainty rose necklace that lay on his chest.

he let out a shy chuckle at the compliment, taking notice of your wandering eyes, "hey that's my line!" he said, almost flustered as he looked over your figure hiding in his jacket yet again. "but really, you look great y/n," he smiled, "you might look better in that jacket than i do."

you simply scoffed in denial and shook your head before the boy spoke up once more, "oh, these are for you," he gestured to the flowers you only just now realized were in his hands. a small bouquet decorated with carnations and roses, small blooms of baby's breath scattered between.

a small gasp escaped your chest as you admired the bright flowers, "they're beautiful hanbin, thank you, you really didn't have to." he simply smiled, muttering a "but i wanted to," which caused you to blush as you welcomed him inside for a moment.

"let me just put these in a vase and we can go!"

hanbin took a moment to admire your cozy home. the walls adorned with simplistic art and photography, small succulents littering every surface you could find room. it felt so unapologetically you, and he loved it.

"your place is gorgeous," he smiled, his eyes, and subsequently his legs, following behind you into the kitchen. you muttered a small thank you, chatting briefly about a recent piece you had thrifted for the quaint apartment, and hanbin couldn't help but smile at the joy radiating off of you as you talked about something you loved.

once your new flowers were safe in a vase on your counter, you followed hanbin out to his car; the boy even opening your door for you. "what a gentleman," you chuckled, smiling and speaking a soft "thank you" as you looked around the car. it was nice; the air freshener smelled like citrus and sitting snug in the cupholder was none other than the small hamster plush you had seen at the frozen yogurt shop, no longer adorning the small apron.

"so you really do take him everywhere," you let out a small giggle at the boy's surprisingly adorable antics as he got into the drivers seat. he only smiled sheepishly in return, "well of course, i can't leave him at work that wouldn't be fair, now would it?"

the two of you burst into a fit of giggles as the car started up, the radio beginning to quietly play some r&b tune; you even found yourself bopping your head to the unfamiliar song as you and hanbin made easy conversation, as usual. the only difference this time was your eyes were trained on hanbin's hand on the wheel, the other resting on the console between the two of you.

you couldn't lie; watching hanbin drive so relaxed, his gaze shifting from the road ahead to you periodically. it was nearly enough to take your breath away. it was hard to believe that months ago, he was just the guy who worked at the frozen yogurt shop you decided to stop in to check out, and now you were here, in his car, on your way to what you hoped was considered a real date.

it wasn't long before the two of you had arrived to the diner; hanbin being the gentleman he was, nearly raced out of the car just to come open your door for you. it was endearing.

"finally some sustenance," you laughed, eyeing up the plate of food in front of you, "can't live off of frozen yogurt forever."

"i always wondered why you're in there so often," hanbin let his thoughts slip his mind and past his mouth, "not that i'm judging though," he quickly continued, " just seems like you'd get sick of frozen yogurt by now"

he was partially right; there was only so much frozen yogurt one person could handle. only so many brain freezes one could endure. "honestly," you popped a fry in your mouth, "i kind of am, that's why i always get a different flavour," you said matter-of-factly, "but it helps that you're there," your voice trailed off at the end, almost embarrassed by the words leaving your mouth.

hanbin seemed rather happy with your answer, a smug smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, "are you saying you've been coming to the shop to see me?" the confident tone in his voice made your brain spin, watching as he proudly took a sip of his milkshake as he awaited whatever response you could come up with.

you nervously bit your lip as you tried your hardest to form a coherent thought, "well i mean," you paused, "look at you, i'm sure you're a huge draw in for customers," you pushed out a small laugh to prevent yourself from humiliating yourself in front of the boy.

"y/n," hanbin smiled again, somehow more smug than before despite his cheeks now flushing a light shade of pink, "are you calling me attractive?"

the accusation nearly made you choke on your drink as you realized the implication of your earlier statement; and sure, it's what you were thinking, but it's not exactly what you meant to say.

deciding there was no going back now, you simply muttered a quiet agreement, hoping that would be enough for the boy. it wasn't.

"sorry what's that? i couldn't hear you," he teased, enjoying the way your ears turned bright red under the dim overhead lights. this time you lightly cleared your throat, repeating the confirmation at an audible volume. "god you're cute," hanbin muttered, lightly shaking his head at your endearing antics.

you let out a laugh for the nth time that night, "is that what you tell all your customers hanbin? that's quite the way to get sales." it was your turn to tease the boy, wanting to see just how serious he was about it all.

"only the customers i have a crush on," he said plainly, smiling as he watched your jaw drop at the blatant confession. it was as if your brain had effectively shut down, or maybe short circuited. some other form of brain freeze, perhaps? you couldn't decide as it took what felt like forever for your brain to come up with a quip.

trying to keep the light atmosphere, you continued joking around, "that's not going to get you employee of the month, you know."

hanbin only reached across the table, placing a hand on top of yours; and you could've sworn your skin was on fire at the contact. looking up at you with a sincere look in his eyes, you struggled to keep eye contact with the pretty boy sitting in front of you. it felt like you were melting under his gaze.

"well i have other priorities now," he breathed out, his voice quieter than before, "and number one on the list is making you mine."

#zerobaseone #zerobaseonefics #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #kpop #boys planet drabbles #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #sung hanbin imagines

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scarletttries · 9 months

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NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Pairing: Steven Grant x F! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k (Explicit)

Request: "If you are still taking requests from the prompt list… what about Steven Grant and the Alleyway/Alley corner? I recently found your blog and it is *chefs kiss*"

Steven Grant + Alley/Alleyway: (prompt list here)

- Working under the guidance of an ancient Egyptian goddess was hard enough, without having to track one of your counterparts halfway across the globe every time he had a crisis of confidence. Marc Spector had been a thorn in your side for years on the job, his stubborn and erratic personality making him a nightmare to work with and the last person you'd willingly spend time with.

- So when you landed in London and started tailing him to see what shit he was pulling before you made your move, you could hardly believe the the change you saw in him - his arrogance facade faded into a sweetheart who took pride in showing little kids around a museum and helping them pick out toys, even if it seemed like a bittersweet irony that he always strayed into the Egyptian exhibits first. The man had become a creature of habit, taking the same route to and from work every day, stopping at the same places, and generally being far too easy to track for your liking.

- You were sure it was a trap, some fucked up game Marc was playing with you, but that didn't stop you deciding enough was enough and confronting him one night. He'd just finished his shift at the museum, leaving late after being punished with inventory, and as always got the bus back to his side of town. You were sure he'd noticed you sat with your back to him on the bus, but he chose not to say a word which only left you feeling more confused about this game of cat and mouse.

- Finally he slipped down the dimly lit alley that took him almost all the way home, footsteps speeding up slightly, like subconsciously he could sense that he wasn't alone on his journey.

"Marc!" You called out, stepping into the alleyway and blocking his path, his strict daily pattern making him just too easy to intercept. You expected him to start running, to scale the walls beside you, but instead you just heard a quivering voice, with a slightly unplaceable accent, reply,

"Umm, my name's Steven. With a v."

- As you strode closer the cowering man didn't back away, or even try to move a muscle, his wide eyes tracing over your silhouette as he took you in, surprised by the colour flushing to his cheeks and his rumbled brain choosing your beauty to focus on above all else.

"Fuck off Marc, you don't think i'm falling for that do you? We have work to do." You sighed frustratedly, feeling a tinge of guilt as he shook his head vigorously, eyes apologetic and soft, the antithesis of every interaction you'd had with Marc Spector.

"I'm really sorry, I don't know who that is, but I promise I'm just Steven, and we've never met before. Except you were on the bus before right?"

"So you did notice me tailing you?" You countered quickly, trying to get the truth behind the spark of recognition in his eyes. He gulped and nodded, suddenly very self conscious,

"It's hard not to notice a woman as pretty as you."

- His gentle smile, the warmth in his words, the slight hint of both fear and excitement in his eyes, this was definitely not Marc - and you were starting to feel more and more pleased with that fact as you let a smile creep across your cheeks, like everything that bothered you about Marc was reversed here, but in same gorgeous muscled package that you'd wanted to get a better look at for years.

- You only had to take two steps forward before Steven backed himself against the wall, desperately confused by the overlapping feelings of intimidation and arousal building up inside him, sure no-one had ever looked at him quite this way before, the happiest a deer has ever been to be in headlights.

"You're not so bad yourself Steven with a v, and SO much more charming than the guy I was looking for." You purred, inching forward until your body brushed lightly against his, the contact enough to know he was just as interested as you are.

- He didn't know quite how he ended up here, but Steven's mentally cheering himself on for managing not to mess this up yet, confident that anything else he says might be the thing that scares you away - not that you seem like the kind of person who's ever scared really. So he decides not to open his lips again, and instead listens to the voice in his head that tells him to lean forwards, setting his lips lightly against yours, testing the tempting waters he'd let himself sink straight beneath.

- You're leaning into him in no time, fingers trailing through his hair as your lips part, tongue taking control of the kiss and showing him he really doesn't need to be gentle with you. It's been a long time since you'd been able to take a break from work to have a little fun, and even if you still have to hunt down Marc, you can take a night off to enjoy a sweet British guy who takes way too long to build up the nerve to put his hands on your waist.

- You use your arms looped around his neck to pull his body flush against yours, grinding your hips against him and swallowing the whimper he lets out in response. His eyes are clenched shut as he tries to keep some semblance of self-control, mortified by each of the soft moans that slip out at every brush of your hips, determined not to let this opportunity get away from him. He lets his hands drift down your hips, skimming over your thighs as one gingerly reaches under your skirt, stopping when it finds the wet patch starting to form on your panties in all the anticipation.

"Bloody hell love." He breathes out as he starts to toy with you through the slick fabric, the sweet noises his touch elicits emboldening him to apply more pressure, rubbing firm circles over your clit, feeling your breath falter against him. He captures your lips in a greedy kiss as slips his fingers inside the fabric, his thumb returning to your clit as two fingers slide inside you, the delicious stretch almost enough to buckle your knees. His free hand keeps you pinned to his chest as works you up, every touch leaving you panting against him, your kiss trailing to his neck, leaving a bruise he'll wear with endless pride tomorrow.

- As his relentless pace starts to build the pressure inside your core, your thighs tremble again, making it harder and harder for you to keep upright in his arms, his own aching need growing inside his straining trousers. When he hears you moan out his name, he decides it's now or never, taking his hand away just short of your bliss, the whine that escapes your throat entirely involuntary.

"Just a second love, I'll be all yours again soon." Despite his clear power over you, he still stumbles over the words as he glances over his shoulder before undoing his belt, slipping his trousers down just far enough for his throbbing manhood to spring free, the cold night air making him hiss through his teeth at the sensation. Dropping to his knees he places a constellation of gentle kisses on your inner thigh as he slides your soaked panties down your leg, handling you oh so delicately as he helps you step free of them, stuffing them in his pocket before bringing his lips to sensitive skin again.

"You really know how to make a girl weak in the knees." You praised, surprised by the sweet giggle your comment drew from the man. The comment spurred him on to pull your thighs around his waist, rising back to his feet and pressing you against the wall behind you, now face to face again with so little fabric between you.

- Reading the uncertainty on his face you quickly nodded, squeezing your legs around him until you felt him start to slide inside of you, his fingers barely doing his size justice. Pure elation flashed across his face as you moaned out his name, the way he filled you quickly bringing your building pleasure back to the brink again. His hands gripped your ass hard as his hips bucked against you, sharp thrusts fucking into you over and over, his lips hungrily swallowing yours like he'd been starved pf the sweet affections of a kiss for as long as he could remember.

You grabbed at his broad shoulders, struggling to stay upright as his pace quickened, holding off his own release with everything he had before he could give you everything you needed. You were grateful he lived a pretty quiet side of town, the noise of the two of you echoing through the alley, the danger of getting caught only heightening all your senses as Steven's needy whines grew with the frantic pace of his hips, fighting his release but losing the battle in such a salaciously hot situation. You couldn't help but think you might need to extend your time in London to find out what other talents this Steven held, all thoughts of Marc long gone as a his new heavy rhythm brushed just the right spot inside you to have your head rolling back against the cold brick wall as you clenched down around him, your release all the more satisfying for his immediately following it. He clung to you like you were the first life preserver he'd been thrown in a very long storm, panting and moaning as your waves of pleasure seemed to ripple straight through him too, his lips chasing yours even as he desperately struggled to fill his lungs.

- As you come down from your high you'd have to tap him on the shoulder,

"Steven, you can put me down now." Straight back to bashful and embarrassed he'd apologize and pull out of you, cursing the whimper he let out as he finally left your soft warm entrance, dropping to the floor to ensure you were safely back on your feet, and feeling his heart do a flip as he caught a glimpse of his cum starting to drip out of your pussy and onto your thigh.

- By the time he's started to redress himself you're halfway down the alley, disappearing into the dark, leaving him calling after you,

"Am I going to see you again?" He wants to shout your name, but realises he never found it out.

"Maybe. I know where to find you Steven with a v." You replied without looking back, smirking to yourself at the thought of showing up at his door any time you wanted. You only missed the proud smile he gave himself as he pulled your underwear out of his pocket, knowing he'll struggle to think of anything else on his lonely nights now, mumbling to himself 'more like Steven without a v.'

#writing #fanfiction #one shot #requests #steven grant fluff #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagines #moon knight headcanon #moon knight smut #moon knight imagines #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine

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imshymorph · 2 months

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Gather around everyone, here’s some soft!Gaz headcanons. Idk if it's a blorbo or me ranting and fangirling but i need to share the brain rot. another post today cause fuck it, i’ve been thinking about it for a while. also this was like a constant stream of thought and not proof read.

I truly don’t understand why this man gets ignored so much and I never will. He literally has everything you could ever want, saying he’s a ten doesn’t cut it. And yet I barely see people talking about him. (Except the gaz nation pookies, I see you).

This man absolutely bags the hottest significant other, doesn’t even know how. Don’t get me wrong, he 100% has rizz but he’s also just naturally attractive and inviting so i feel like by the time he starts to flirt on purpose it’s been two hours of pure smoothness. He’s also absolutely whipped but plays it off really smoothly.

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Not only does he bag the hottest and meanest pookie aka you, but he also absolutely knows he did. And he’ll let right about everyone else know. I do think he’s more private about his life than say Soap, so it’s not like he’ll stop a random recruit and tell him about you (which i truly believe Johnny would do). But he has absolutely followed Price around base while he tells him about the two weeks leave he took to be with you.

Poor Price on his desk, dealing with the paperwork that comes as a necessity after Ghost and Soap blew something up during a drill that didn’t involve explosives at all. Not only is he having to fill out like fifteen different forms and reports, but he has Gaz sitting across from him, scrolling through his gallery and showing pictures of the place he took you out to on your Friday dinner date. Not only that but if Price just pretends to look but doesn’t actually pay attention Kyle will know and insist until the captain actually looks at the slideshow.

He doesn’t hammer your dates' knowledge onto Soap and Ghost as much, but he’ll definitely do subtle flexes. He chest the time on his phone instead of his watch so they’ll see the picture of you he has as a background. If someone brings up a weekend plan he’ll say how he can’t because he’s already going out with his darling. Subtly will tell anyone that will listen how you got him his new shirt, pants, cap, whatever it is tbh.

He also knows every single product that you prefer, doesn’t matter what kind it is. Makeup, skincare, cologne, fabric softener, snacks, beverages, food places, clothing brands. He doesn’t care, he knows all of them by heart. It’s like he has a six sense too, every time you’re close to running out of them he’ll randomly stop in the store on his way back to you from base and get them.

While i headcanon that Johnny gets into skin care after his darling introduces him to it (which you can read here, if you want). I believe Kyle absolutely has his own routine and that he is the one who first brings up the idea of having a spa night once a week. He’s the one to get the products, he even goes all out and does them themed, like by scent or colour or something.

Has a bunch of hoodies in rotation (or any other clothing piece you might steal from him) always making sure to wear at least one of them for a few days before “forgetting” it at yours or “forgetting” to take it to base once you’ve moved in together. He knows how much you love wearing them and how important it is that it smells like him. So he dutifully makes sure you always have a fresh Kyle™ piece of clothing available. Also it absolutely works for him too because he takes back the one you’ve had with you meanwhile. The mix of your cologne, body wash and fabric softener his favourite scent for sure.

And last but not least of my Gaz is the perfect boyfriend agenda (for today) is the fact that i know he just gives the best back massages. You don’t even have to ask for it, he’ll just come to the living room, lightly pat your shoulder so you move forward. He fits himself between the couch and your back and just gives you the massage of your life. He just laughs it off when you tell him he could be a masseuse if he ever retires from the military.

It takes less than 5 minutes to have you absolutely melting, and when he’s pleased with how comfortable and relaxed you look he just pulls you back against his chest. His arms wrap around your waist and his chin rests on your shoulder as you sit between his legs, the both of you watching a random show he saw good ratings of.

#cod x reader #x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #kyle gaz x you #gaz x reader #gaz cod #gaz call of duty #gaz nation #soft!gaz

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chaos-and-ink · 2 months

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I Need You So Much Closer (Snippet!)

Because I'm so impatient, I decided to share with you guys the first little bit of my next fanfiction. Along with the title! I hope to have this up in a week or so depending on how things pan out... enjoy the little teaser and lemme know what you think :D

The heat was suffocating and Bucky could hardly breathe through the awful humidity of the Midwest trying to kill him. Sticky rivulets of sweat beaded down his back underneath the extra large T-shirt he wore and he swore he was about to pass out. Nevertheless, he was pushing through the heat wave and trying to do his job.

He had picked up this job in the Spring when he realized college costs a fuck ton of money. God, and now he was busy stressing about college again and getting lost in his own mind.

“James! Go take the front!” Clint, his coworker, reminded him.

Fuck, right. Job.

“Hey there, what can I get started for you?” Bucky asked as he set up the tablet distractedly.

“Just a large iced caramel latte with only two shots of espresso, please,” The man recited right away. It must be his go-to order because he repeated it with an ease that only practice could grant.

Bucky hummed, tapping away on the iPad interface. “Sounds good. Did you want anything else?” he asked as he glanced up at the customer for the first time.

He must’ve been Bucky’s age with tawny straw coloured hair and crystal blue eyes with hints of green in them. The barista could see a splash of freckles over the bridge of the man’s nose and cheeks and a faint flush under his summer tan. His fingers were nimble and slender as he fidgeted with his debit card in his left hand.

“No, that’ll be all, thank you.”

“Alright, yeah,” Bucky agreed, trying to keep himself from checking the customer out too obviously. He could feel himself flushing and the last thing he needed to do was make the blond feel uncomfortable or something. “Can I get a name for the order?”

He didn’t actually need a name, but it would be nice to know it. Especially when he rambled about all of this to his friends.

“Steve.”

That… He didn’t quite expect that but he found it fit the man anyway. Honestly, Bucky was certain the blond could make anything work for him.

“Okay, I’ll have your order out for you in a couple minutes,” Bucky replied, brain just a tad bit fuzzy.

“Uhm, I still have to pay.”

What? Oh shit!

“Sorry! Fuck, Uhm. Yeah, let me just… 5.75 is your total, uhm. Thank you,” Bucky said, taking Steve's card and swiping it before he handed it back to him. “Sorry about that.”

The man just chuckled. “No problem,” he reassured him before he dropped a 20 in the tip jar and sat down at the square table across from the register.

Bucky thought he might just die as he fumbled his way through Steve’s drink. He dropped the ice twice, spilled the milk all over the counter, and burned his hand while pulling the espresso shot. When he went to mix the drink, he nearly tossed it right onto the floor.

But with his last remaining braincell, Bucky managed to snap the lid over the cup and carry it out to where Steve was sitting on his phone. Even if he did forget a straw. God, Bucky was a mess sometimes. Maybe he just didn’t get enough sleep last night.

#Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Steve Rogers fanfiction #Stucky fanfiction #I need you so much closer #my writing #stucky #bucky barnes #Steve rogers

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naavispider · 1 year

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Spider waking up at night bc there is a storm outside the boat and he gets afraid of falling into a night terror again so he comes into Quaritch’s room and asks to sleep with him 🥹 I know it’s probably very out of character and Spdier would propably be very embarrassed but I just have this image of Quaritch covering Spider with sheets like he’s a little kid and then the boy falls peacefully asleep with marine’s arm around him ad he reads a book or smth. The image is just so comforting and nostalgic 🥰

I found this in my drafts and did a little bit of work extending it, I hope you like it!

Spider had experienced his fair share of storms. The thunderstorms in the forest had been rare but terrifying. He remembered that one really bad one that flooded sector C of Hell's Gate - the science guys were totally freaked out, though they'd tried not to show it to Spider. He'd huddled in his room, plugging in his music as loud as it could go while the wind and the rain pounded against his window. The noise couldn't drown out the booming claps of thunder that could shake Spider down to his bones. He used to close his eyes against the lightening, wondering every time if this was the final blow - if Eywa had finally had enough of the human base on her planet. Surely this was her retribution against them. Spider couldn't think what else could possibly cause weather as terrifying as this.

So when the first rumble of thunder echoed around the demon ship, Spider froze. They were on deck, and the recoms had been saying for a while that a storm was brewing. They'd seen it on the satellite data, and the ship's crew were all preparing for the assault. Quaritch reassured him that the ship was built to weather conditions like this, but Spider hadn't missed the look he gave Wainfleet immediately after.

The clouds had darkened to a deep grey, and the water reflected the anger from above. When the wind began to pick up, Quaritch called the squad together to retreat down below. They packed up their makeshift camp on the deck, and brought everything inside. As Spider had nothing, he mostly watched, but he made sure that Quaritch had packed the ukulele.

"Get in there, go," Quaritch spurred him on, gently pushing Spider into the airlock just as the first real boom sounded from the heavens. Spider didn't say a word as the squad made their way to the rec room - the largest indoor room that could easily fit all of them, while staying out of the way of the crew who were going to have their work cut out manning the ship.

"Well this is gonna be fun..." Savine remarked as she plopped herself down against the side of the couch, bringing out her tablet. "Do we know how long it's gonna last?"

Lyle had opened his own tablet. "Looks like a few hours," he muttered, scanning the moving, colourful swirls on the map. Spider could see the data too, and despite not knowing anything about satellite data, it didn't look good. This was going to be a big one.

Quaritch handed him the spare tablet. "Here, kid. Amuse yourself however you see fit - and buckle down."

How reassuring.

Spider took the screen and made his way over to the gap between two of the couches. There was a space just big enough for him to slide into, and he wriggled his way in, bringing his knees up to his chest and resting the tablet on them. He scrolled through the shows on the only app that didn't require iris scanning to open, finally deciding to try a new one called Pinky and the Brain. For a while, the colourful images were enough to distract him. He liked the story, although Pinky did seem a bit dumb. The Brain was his favourite character so far.

When the rain started to patter the tiny windows, Spider began to tense up, and found it even harder to concentrate when the pattering slowly increased in ferocity, eventually morphing into sheets of water that hammered the sides of the ship. The noise was almost loud enough to drown out the cartoon. The recoms were having to raise their voices just to be heard as they sat it out. Spider glanced around anxiously, taking a small amount of comfort in the fact that nobody seemed to be panicking.

Unfortunately, Quaritch caught his eye. "Relax, kid," he said, his eyes raking over Spider's tensed up form, his slightly widened eyes. "You look like you're about to be eaten."

Spider glowered at the man. He returned his gaze to the cartoon, but it was no longer enough to distract him from the rain and the now howling wind that was beginning to sway the ship. He grasped a shaky hand onto the side of the couch that he was wedged between, trying to steady himself as the floor rocked upwards, then down again. He breathed out slowly through clenched teeth, trying to relax.

"Shit!" he jumped as another clap of thunder roared through the room.

The rest of the recoms were either laying down chatting, or still attempting to get some admin done on their tablets. However, even the most determined of them had to give that up as the rocking of the boat increased and they were forced to steady themselves as best they could.

"If anyone vomits I swear to God I will throw you overboard!" Savine called.

Fuck, what was happening? Spider knew Quaritch had been very reassuring about the strength of the ship, but this seemed crazy. Spider knew how big these storms could get, and they were bad enough in the forest - sheltered by the canopy and not in imminent danger of sinking. Out here? On the ocean? Spider didn't want to think about it. What happened if the ship sank? What happened if they were struck by lightening? Dread pooled in his stomach as he tried to push down the nausea accumulating at the back of his throat.

He was going to die.

"You're fine," came a low voice in front of him.

Spider opened his eyes.

Quaritch was on the floor next to him, and reaching a hand out to place on Spider's leg. The recom's face was earnest - sincere.

"The ship's prepared for storms like these, this ain't its first rodeo. It's gonna pass, all we have to do is wait it out."

Spider swallowed, torn between his existential fear and something that felt like embarrassment. He didn't want to seem like a scared little kid.

"I'm f-fine," he stuttered, but his whole body was tensed up, including his jaw.

"Uh-huh," Quaritch said, appraising him.

"Piss off," was what came out of Spider's mouth. Wait, he didn't mean that. Why did he say that?

Quaritch raised his eyebrows in a surprised and questioning stare.

Spider felt the urge to apologise. But no, he hadn't lost all of his pride - not yet. "Just... just tell me when this will be over," he said.

Softness morphed across Quaritch's face, as though he knew the effects his next words would have. "The best guess is at least a couple of hours."

Spider must have shown his despair somehow, because before he knew it the recom's large hand was on the back of his head.

"We're not in danger... I promise."

Oh Eywa. Had their faces ever been this close before? As he stared into Quaritch's huge yellow eyes, he couldn't help but be reassured. There was truth in his gaze, and warm sincerity that halted Spider's anxious thoughts in their tracks.

To rid them both of the moment that was uncomfortably close to a genuine father-son bonding experience, Spider nodded, not knowing what else to say. Though he still didn't want to admit that Quaritch could make him feel safe, he was grateful to the man for his words of reassurance.

As another huge wave rocked the boat first up, then down again with a terrible lurch, Spider clung on even tighter to the floor and the couch, thinking that maybe, just maybe, Quaritch was right.

#miles spider socorro #recom quaritch #avatar the way of water #awow #avatar 2 #avatar fanfic #avatar oneshot

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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Attention (1/1) (jegulus)

Regulus was sitting in the living room, legs criss-crossed, on the floor. Back against the foot of the couch, coffee table pulled up to his chest, there were loose papers with scribbles and pen covering printed text, annotated books, and texts coloured with sticky notes. He had a pen in between his teeth, typing furiously on the laptop in front of him. His hair fell perfectly on one side, curls just out of his eyes, and the rest tucked behind his other ear. There was a half eaten apple set with haphazard care on a napkin on one side of his computer, and the other side had a water bottle, an empty mug of tea, and takeout cup of coffee.

Despite the precarious placement of all the items, it was Regulus’ organized chaos that finally led him the this place of intense focus. So focused that he barely noticed when James came home and called out to him as he kicked his shoes off. So focused that he didn’t stop typing and searching through his lists of notes, that he didn’t notice when Remus and Sirius trailed in behind him. So focused that he also didn’t notice James’ protective and supportive act of kicking Sirius and Remus directly into the kitchen so they would not be able to distract him.

James snuck one last glance over his shoulder, wishing he had a camera to capture this perfect storm: the grey eyes narrowed with excitement at what was finally coming together on the page, the long thin fingers flying over the keys like a gusting wind, and the shimmer of a soft setting sun coming through the curtains falling directly on the crisp black mop of curls.

James never ceased to be amazed by Regulus, but also never ceased to be surprised at how the mundane acts could make him fall deeper and deeper in love. He turned to go into the kitchen, making a note to save Regulus a plate of dinner once it was ready, knowing better than to try and give it to him mid-work.

Hours later, after tea with Sirius and Remus, after James made a sauce and pasta from start to finish, after a night cap on the porch with his friends, after Sirius and Remus had left and James had showered, and only after James had wandered back down into the kitchen for his bedtime tea did Regulus emerge from under his mountains of research.

“Oh hello darling,” Regulus crooned in a soft sing song voice. He came up behind James who had just moved to pull out a second cup, wrapping his arms around James’ waist and pressing his cheek to his shoulder. James titled his head back as Regulus stated “I didn’t hear you come home.” James chuckled, “Yes you were quite focused. I hope that means progress? Excited?” James asked, knowing how difficult this project has been to get off the ground. “Oh you have no idea, but my brain is fried now.” Regulus nuzzled into James, breathing in his fresh scent. “There’s some dinner in the fridge, and I’m making you some tea. You can sit, eat, and tell me all about it if you’d like.”

As James heard a delighted hum, he could feel Regulus’ smile spread across his face. And oh James was in love alright, but Regulus... Regulus could never hide how smitten he was. Who could blame him? No one has taken care of him the way James does every day.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #james x regulus #james potter #regulus black #harry potter #fanfic #marauders era #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #lgbtq+#wolfstar #mostly fluff

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paperbackribs · 3 months

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A Tarnished Copper Boy (7

Previous | Next | Ao3 Last chapter, Eddie cared for a concussed Present Steve while giving him advice on how to check in on Max after she took down Billy.

Chapter 7: A Smouldering Ember

In the fading light of the late November afternoon, Eddie’s white van rumbles to a stop outside his trailer, the crunch of gravel beneath the tires echoing through the quiet air of Forrest Hills.

Contentedly tumbling out of the driver’s side, he bounds up the short stairs to the front, his breath visible in the crisp air. The sky behind him is painted with the darkening hues of orange and pink, a softening blur of colours leaving behind the daylight clinging to the horizon.

Eddie affectionately pats his pocket full of cash while unlocking the door and hums Girl Gone Bad with feeling because he don’t work for free either. He’d managed a couple of modest deals at his bench in the woods behind the school, but it was Alex Tinsley who had nicely tipped him over into the area of flush, despite making Eddie drive out to meet him at his place in Brookside Heights.

But home deliveries incur an asshole tax, whether the asshole in question knows it or not and Eddie is pleased with the productiveness of his day.

He steps through the door and nearly smacks his face into the floor when he sees Steve standing in the middle of the living area, still clad in Eddie’s soft navy sweats and Dio shirt from his last visit.

The cheerful melody of the Brady Bunch signals the end of the show playing on their boxy television and Steve pulls a toothbrush out of his mouth, flecks of white at its corner. He lights up, grinning, “Hey, Eddie.”

Eddie clinically runs an eye down Steve’s body, looking for hints of a spreading stain but the clothes are too dark to make out any signs of blood. He carefully hangs his key up on the hook, the bile-coloured ghoul figurine cheerfully swings in the air and silence fills the room except for the chattering from an insurance advertisement. Eddie thinks about what he wants to say next.

Steve shifts uneasily, nearly spearing his foamy toothbrush through his locks as he starts and stops pushing his hair back. “Uh, sorry for making myself at home. The morning breath was starting to get to me, and I found an unopened pack under the sink.”

“Steve,” Eddie says, approaching the other boy and circling him: nothing that he can see on his back either. “Do you have something to tell me?”

“I won’t do it again?” Steve is visibly confused and twists to meet Eddie as he huffs in frustration. “Steve, you left a spill of blood on my bed before you disappeared last time. Are you standing there, brushing your teeth, while you bleed out?”

Steve’s expression shifts to shock, “No! No, why would I just walk around the place if I was bleeding out? That’s insane.”

“I don’t know,” Eddie retorts, closing the distance, “You tried to convince me to leave you on a toilet floor three weeks ago while you were puking your guts out and unable to stand without me holding you up. I’m not sure I trust your judgement.”

Steve pouts, “I was fine, wasn’t I.”

Eddie throws an exasperated hand into the air, “That’s not the point! You were unwell and you didn’t let me help. Did you even tell your parents?”

Steve scowls at him for a moment before turning to stomp away to the bathroom. Eddie finds him gargling and spitting out a mouthful of water, he glares at Eddie over his shoulder. “They weren’t in Hawkins, and I was fine.”

Eddie props himself against the door, a blockade against what he’s decided to call Slippery Steve. “That’s worse. You get how that’s not better, right? I spent all night thinking about the ways that you could have been dying, brain swelling and bleeding inside that thick skull.”

For sure Eddie had looked up concussions after that day and he had been horrified at the ways Steve could have ended up damaged or dead. “You could have seized up or vomited in your sleep. And you’re saying that no one was with you?”

Steve concentrates on washing his toothbrush, thumb carefully running over the bristles until the water runs clean. He drops the stick into the holder, alongside Eddie’s and Wayne’s, not looking at Eddie. “They’re not here half the time anyway and there wasn’t anyone to call.”

Eddie flashes back to earlier today when he had watched Present Steve snag a corner table in the cafeteria, away from a stormy Tommy and laughing Billy, and definitely not with Nancy and—according to the rumour mill—her new boyfriend, Jonathon Byers. It’s 1984, Steve has no friends or girlfriend, and his parents aren’t around. Well, fuck. Eddie runs a rough hand over his face; Steve looks wary, so he’ll let it drop for now.

“Okay,” he says placatingly, “Just. Show me your injuries so I can know you’re okay? I’ve been going half out of my mind with worry. Thinking you landed back in the 1860s or something and some Confederate soldier was going to stick you further.”

Steve smiles hesitantly, “Actually, there was a big increase in nurses during the Civil War, so I probably would have been taken care of either way.”

“How do you even know that?” Eddie blinks, caught off guard by the random trivia.

Steve shrugs shyly, “History was the only interesting class besides gym.” He looks down before obviously deciding to play along with what he thinks of as Eddie’s nagging.

Pulling the t-shirt over his shoulders, Steve draws the material from the back forward, the muscles in his forearm flexing. Eddie would normally appreciate the sight, but he’s taken aback by the battered appearance of Steve’s torso.

The splotchy darkness of new bruising is giving way to the sickly yellows and greens of healing skin, and three angry lacerations curve over his sides, two on the right and one on the left. Each is covered in strong black threads neatly stitched, keeping his tattered skin safely closed.

An uneven breath knocks loose from Eddie’s lungs. He’d expected something. Had feared the worst, but his imagination hadn’t prepared him to see the physical proof of Steve hurt, injured in ways that had needed proper wound care. He leans in further as he tries to work out the little pockmarks that surround the worse of the injuries like he’d been torn into by the hooked beak of a bird of prey.

The tear on his left is about an inch long and sits low, closer to Steve’s hip and it looks like he popped one of the stitches. A dried line of blood curves to smear over his soft-looking belly to trail under the navy sweats. His shirt must have ridden up while sleeping and smudged the newly opened wound against the bed.

Hands hovering over him, Eddie feels a bone-deep relief that Steve—if not exactly at the pinnacle of health—has at least been seen to by a doctor. Eddie can admit now that maybe it was more of a deep smudge than a spill on his sheets, but it still had been enough blood that he hadn’t been able to properly wash it out, therefore he was right to have been concerned.

But he wants to take care of Steve further, Eddie realises with chagrin at himself. He’s been fretting and worrying for weeks now and has had no place to funnel that energy.

Steve lets out a surprised grunt as Eddie solidly grabs his hand and drags him into his bedroom. With a careful push, Eddie directs Steve to sit at the edge of the bed.

“While I’m happy to be given an invitation into your bed again, I’m not sure where you’re going with this.”

Eddie rolls his eyes at the relentless flirt that Steve apparently is, even when only around another guy, and snags the green case with the white cross on its front in the corner of his room. Using a hand on Steve’s knee to balance himself as he kneels down on the carpet in front of him, he pushes Steve’s legs apart and positions them into a more convenient position for Eddie to lean in and access his torso.

Flipping through the first aid book that is surely overdue at this point, Eddie easily finds the section he knows by sight now. Still, he confirms what he needs first before pulling out the two colour-coded modules: purple for dressings and bandages and lime-green for cuts and wounds.

“Eddie,” Steve says uncertainly above him.

“One moment, Steve,” Eddie murmurs, counting out what he needs: gloves, antiseptic wipes, scissors to cut the non-adhesive dressing, paper tape, and butterfly bandages. For lack of a cleaner area, he lays out his supplies on the inside of the large canvas case.

As he starts to look up, Eddie realises that he’d kicked Steve’s ankles to splay on the outside of Eddie’s body, creating a heady v of his muscled legs and setting Eddie’s eye line right at crotch level.

Once again struck by how badly sweats fail to hide away the soft bulge nestled under the thin cotton, Eddie averts his gaze, looking up only to be caught in Steve’s eyes. They've become darker while he was looking away and his breathing is a little heavier.

Right, Eddie chastises himself, Steve's dealing with painful injuries and Eddie is daydreaming about pitching forward and putting his mouth somewhere it has no place being.

“Okay,” Eddie says with a false brightness. “It looks pretty good.”

Steve’s mouth drops a little before choking out, “It does?”

“It does,” Eddie confirms, getting his proverbial footing back under him now that he has a purpose. He holds up an enclosed wipe, the white paper stamped with a blue version of the ubiquitous cross sign. “We just need to clean the worst of it and then cover them with bandages to keep down the risk of infection.”

“Right,” Steve sounds disappointed.

“I’ve got this,” Eddie tries to reassure him. “But did you get them wet when you had a shower…” Eddie thinks back, “Last night?”

Steve lightly touches above one of his stitched tears, “I tried to keep them dry, y— they said that I should keep them from getting water on them. But I was too tired to do anything about bandages.”

Eddie nods, thinking about the pile of used dressing he had found in the trash can the next day. At least Steve hadn’t reapplied the dirty ones over his exposed flesh.

Eddie leans forward, ignoring everything to steadily clean across the tears and gashes, a wet amber reassuringly spreading under the small square of the wipe onto Steve’s skin. If Eddie can see the antiseptic being applied, then he can almost hear the dying gargles of any nasty bugs before they dig in and become infectious.

Eddie gently pinches the skin together over the popped stitch and draws the butterfly bandage over it, keeping the healing edges sealed together. Finally, he cuts the appropriate lengths for the dressings and tapes them over the wounds, making sure to cover the angry-looking pockmarks too.

Steve had kept silent for the most part, his stomach sometimes reflexively flinching, and he’d only let out a soft exhale here and there, but when Eddie looks up the red of his lower lip testifies to Steve having bitten down any sounds of pain. A twinge of sadness runs through Eddie, reminded of a similar attempt at swallowing down his cries while in Eddie’s arms.

“All done. You want to lie back?” Eddie asks sympathetically.

Steve nods shakily, “Yeah, that wasn’t as bad as getting stitched up, but it was… yeah, painful.” He waits until Eddie gathers up the rubbish of his leftover supplies and moves away to tidy the bag before standing up and settling against the headboard.

Eddie cleans up, carefully noting in his checklist the items used, and walks out into the living area to turn off the still-running television. He stops by the kitchen briefly and hands Steve a glass of water when he returns, who nods gratefully and takes a sip.

Eddie hovers before deciding fuck it, Steve’s a big boy. “Do you want a joint? Dull the pain a little?”

Steve grimaces, shaking his head ruefully. “No ever since the—” He cuts himself off, rolling his lips before starting again. “I was drugged and beaten once. I can’t get high without flashing to the other so, no. No drugs. But thanks, I appreciate the offer.”

Eddie’s knees give out and he lands by Steve’s ankles, reaching out to clasp a hand around one like it’ll keep Steve anchored here in time where there are no monstrous beasts, human or otherwise. “Jesus H. Christ. What is your life?”

Steve lays a reassuring hand over Eddie’s knee and if that doesn’t make him feel guilty, he doesn’t know what would. His stomach twists in on itself, here Eddie is nearly getting into scrapes with Tommy and Steve is being a hero, saving kids from racist dickheads and escaping hell.

“It’s okay, that was a while back. I’ll take a smoke though, if you’ve got one.”

Swallowing his self-flagellation, Eddie swiftly reaches for his pack of Winstons—this, he can manage. The gentle glow of the low lamps catches the glint of the plastic covering the red and white box.

Eddie positions himself to the left of the bed next to Steve, the old mattress creaking as he settles. He offers it and a pink plastic lighter while securing the ashtray on his lap so Steve doesn’t have extra to juggle.

Steve gratefully takes them from him and Eddie gazes around the bedroom, taking further comfort from being surrounded by his sanctuary. It had been a homey space when this was Wayne’s room — scattered with a few photographs and smelling of cigarettes and the leather notes of his aftershave. Compared to how Eddie had carefully shaped his room afterwards though it had been practically bare and impersonal.

Now, the room is filled with the life of a high school student: notepads, textbooks and messes of pens and pencils; flooded over with his love for fantasy and D&D: figurines and paint pots, magazines filled with modules and adventure outlines, stories written by Eddie himself; and overflowing with his passion for music: the inherited acoustic guitar resting against an amp, his sweetheart, the red Warlock, pinned to place of pride next to the mirror, the scattering of loud posters for Judas Priest, Dio, and Metallica taped across the walls, carefully positioned with precision but designed to give the room a vibrant, chaotic feel. All of it culminating into a restless energy to match the thrum that runs through Eddie’s chest.

However, the figurative warmth of his refuge does little to stave off the literal chill of the autumn air, the last month of fall readying itself to give way to winter.

As Eddie shivers again, he reaches over the side of the bed to swipe a grey hoodie discarded on the floor. He pulls it over his head and, as he tugs the sleeves over his hands, he thoughtfully eyes Steve’s thin t-shirt. “Do you want one too?”

Steve shakes his head, looking down at the crumpled pack in his hand, “Nah, I run hot.”

“Good to know,” Eddie waggles his eyebrows and feels a flash of triumph as Steve’s lips kick up before he pulls out a cigarette. “Are you sure it’s okay, you’re nearly out.”

Eddie peers over, unsurprised to see three lonely sticks in the old packet. “Go for it, I really only smoke when stressed or feeling social.”

Steve lights the cigarette, bringing it to life with a slow, deliberate drag that paints the dim room in the warm glow of its burning tip. The red cherry of the cigarette becomes a focal point to Eddie, a fiery ember dancing in the quiet.

Steve’s neck tips back, throat bobbing as he releases an exhale, a billow of smoke cascades from his lips, weaving sinuous patterns of flying serpents into the still air.

As the tendrils of smoke die away, Steve’s face smoothens, the lines of tension ease and the ever-present weariness etched into his features seem to fade.

“Same,” he finally says, in response to Eddie’s smoking habits. “I quit for Robin. She threatened to replace my conditioner with hair dye, and I know she’ll wait until I let my guard down and actually do it.” He chuckles, the deep sound rising affectionately from his chest. “I know better than to tempt her.”

The balloon in Eddie’s chest—made buoyant from the building pleasure of spending time with Steve, of having him all to himself, at finally being able to take care of him after weeks of anxiety—abruptly pops. Suddenly a smoke sounds like a wonderful idea, just peachy. He plucks the cigarette from Steve, ignoring the damp tip slick with Steve’s spit and steals a drag for himself. Takes comfort in the accompanying rush.

Steve artlessly continues to explain, “Not worth the risk incurring her wrath, really. Though,” he adds roguishly, “I think I could pull off being a blonde.” Steve flips his head so he’s looking up at Eddie, a swathe of hair falls over his forehead and one gleaming eye. “What do you think, Eddie? Good boy gone bad?”

Eddie’s exhalation gets caught on a cough, the smoke spits out roughly and he shoves the cigarette into Steve’s hand with a neutral hum. He can’t help himself though and once he’s swallowed the jagged ends of his breath he asks, “Would Robin like it though? Got to look good for the girlfriend, Steve-o.”

Steve blows smoke out through a confident smirk, “Nah, best friend. Platonic with a capital P.” He pronounces it with a smack of his lips, before forming a humoured pout. “She thought I was confessing to her once though.”

Steve snorts, amusement evident in his tone. “Wrong weirdo from school,” he says mysteriously, laughing as he looks across the room but obviously lost in memory. “She shot me down pretty quickly. Would have been a crash and burn too if she’d been right.” Steve mimes a plummeting plane with a flat palm before making a goofy explosive sound. “It was one of the best conversations on a toilet floor I’ve ever had. Got me a best friend out of it.”

Traitorously, that balloon starts to inflate again, the rising feeling feeds Eddie’s comically injured expression. He lays a dramatic hand against his heart, the other still holding the ashtray. “I’m insulted, Steve. I thought we had something beautiful in that boys’ bathroom.”

Steve slyly grins at him, “Our time together will always hold a special place in my heart.”

Eddie snorts in response but Steve leans in, more closely than necessary as he ashes the cigarette over the tray on Eddie’s lap. There’s a mischievous spark in his gaze, a subtle glint inviting Eddie into understanding his words. “But what could I do? You refused to take responsibility for the baby: I had to be daddy.”

Eddie freezes momentarily, something unbidden unlocking at the back of his brain until the absurdity of the moment flies through him and he starts laughing.

The sly shadows in Steve’s eyes retreat, as does his body; leaning back with a small smile while Eddie’s chortles start to fade. “Here,” he pushes the remains of the cigarette into Eddie’s hand, “I shouldn’t have too much or I’ll never stop. I’ll survive to reach 1986 only for Robin to hang me by my balls.”

Eddie amiably takes a last drag before stubbing it out, placing the ashtray on the floor by his side of the bed. “She sounds caring? In a terrifying way.”

The remnants of Steve’s smile lingers, a soft brightness that Eddie wants to trace. Steve wriggles further down the bed, leaning back and moving one hand under his head, only wincing a little at the stretch of his injuries. His biceps flex underneath the black t-shift which rides up, exposing a sliver of tanned stomach with a hint of hair dusted over it. Eddie curls his fingers over the itch to reach out and touch.

“Yeah, she’s great,” Steve says. “A polyglot; do you know what that is?” Steve looks up at him eagerly and Eddie is filled with an unbearable fondness, liquid soft like ink seeping through porous paper, leaving delicate, precious ribbons in its wake. Eddie nods silently, words momentarily leaving him.

“I didn’t,” Steve confesses like polyglot is a normal part of everyday conversation. “She speaks Spanish, French, Italian and Pig Latin — just because she wants to.” His pride flows clearly through his words, excited to share his friend’s accomplishment like a schoolboy telling his parents about his first friend on the playground. Made through shared opinions on milkshakes and shaken on spit palms.

It causes that ink to spill further, infusing Eddie’s voice with an indulgent warmth as he teases Steve. “Oh, yeah? I’m not sure Pig Latin counts.”

“It should,” Steve retorts. “If I can claim English then it should count as a dialect.” Steve sounds indignant on Robin’s behalf like he’s had this argument before. His enthusiasm tapers off, gaze lifting to the ceiling in quiet reflection. “Honestly, she’s too good for me. She’s going to get out of here and become, I don’t know, the president of the UN or something.”

“Are they presidents?” Eddie needles, hoping to provoke back that energy Steve suddenly lost. “Sounds like one of those jobs that has a British feel. You know, like Prime Minister or — Prime Master of the World,” Eddie calls out the title grandly, like a WWE announcer and Steve giggles.

“No, definitely president,” Steve finally says. “Do you know the first one was actually a Nazi POW? He came back from that to lead the leaders in defining human rights across the world. That’s cool.”

Eddie eyes him, “You really do like history.”

Steve breaks eye contact, shy again. “Still barely passed my classes. Could never keep the dates straight in my head.”

Thinking of a coming test, Eddie groans in sympathy but Steve sighs looking tired again. “Couldn’t really keep anything straight in school.” The lines on his face deepen and Eddie can’t control his curiosity, “How long have you been in this war? I mean, before you landed here.”

His lips pursed as he decides what to share, Steve says, “Not long, really. I shouldn’t call it a war; it was barely a battle, only a handful of days while we scrambled to keep each other alive.”

Eddie frowns at him in doubt, wondering at the lengths that Steve will go to minimise his pain, whether it be whimpers or tears or admitting to a hellish experience.

“But they were an intense few days,” Steve concedes. “And it’s also been this sporadic attack since ’83. We’d be getting back to our lives, settling back into normality and then bam,” Steve makes a fist and smacks it against the bed, “Here we go again.”

He releases his clenched fist, running a hand through his hair, allowing the bronze strands to cascade freely around his head. “I’ve gotten to the point where I can’t sleep unless I have a bat under my bed.”

“You must have been okay the other night,” Eddie says, thinking of when they had slept together in the same bed. “I didn’t hear you get restless.”

“No offence, Eddie,” Steve says with humour, “But I don’t think an atomic bomb could have woken you the other night.” A subtle interplay of emotions ripples through Steve’s expression before he relents with a faintly surprised mien, “But you’re right — it was probably the best sleep I’ve had in a while. Maybe I felt like I could rest for a moment because you were there. I’ve slept better with Robin in the same room too; it helps, I think, to have someone I trust with me.”

An image of himself observing Steve while he slept flashes through Eddie’s mind. At the time motivated a little because he liked looking at his handsome face, but also so he could watch over him a little longer and make sure that he didn’t disappear. Playing sentinel to the soldier.

Eddie chews at his lip, he’s been thinking about this, has had no choice but to think about it. If Steve is popping in and out of time, with no rhyme or reason other than to land in Eddie’s living room, then he can’t go wandering off like the lonely samurai Eddie had initially envisioned.

“Well, since you’re stuck with me and there’s not much space in a one-bedroom trailer, do you want to keep sharing?”

Steve’s open expression becomes faintly quizzical, quickly overtaken by a wary air. Despite remaining still, Eddie senses Steve withdrawing, distancing himself behind a swiftly forming wall. “To be honest, I thought that was the plan anyway. If I’m cramping your style or, I don’t know, it’s too weird to share your bed with another guy, I can get out of here. I don’t want to overstay my welcome; I’ll figure something out.”

“No,” Eddie’s hand flies out to grab Steve’s hand, intertwining their fingers before he even recognises that he’s done it. Steve’s stiff shoulders relax back onto the bed. “No,” Eddie repeats. “I think you should stay here from now on, it’s the safest option and I’m…” Eddie falters, words uncharacteristically failing him. “I’m happy to share a bed.”

The moment feels unjustifiably serious to Eddie, like he had peeled back a wet layer of his heart exposing the meat that beats inside. He deliberately moves past it with a teasing joke, “Especially if it’ll help with those luggage cases you call bags under your eyes.”

Steve scowls, though his hand squeezes Eddie’s. “You keep calling me ugly and I’ll start taking it personally.”

“Actually,” Eddie says, “I said you couldn’t be hot all the time. I think that’s a very different thing.”

Steve smiles smugly and Eddie realises that he’s been had, “As long as you know, then.”

His cheeks burning a little hot, Eddie glances away, taking a long moment to look about his room; the sanctuary that he can now extend to Steve, helping him to relieve at least one burden in his uncertain life.

He glances at the bedroom window, the curtains half parted to reveal that dusk has given way to night. In the distance, he can hear Millie Anderson shouting for her sons to come in for dinner and the yowl of a cat calls for its compatriots in the chilling dark. Soon the amber, yellow, and red of fallen leaves will give way to the deep greens of winter, sheltered by cloudy skies that only allow the smallest peek into the blanket studded with distant stars above. Eddie will miss them until they come back in the Spring.

Reminded of a similar constellation, Eddie looks over at Steve only to find him asleep, face soft and lips parted, breath falling rhythmically. A small hard knot releases in Eddie’s chest, unravelling an unacknowledged fear. Eddie realises that he’s been expecting Steve to disappear any time he looks away. Now, he watches his sleeping face, relaxed but for those two little creases still gathered between his eyebrows.

Eddie starts to stroke his thumb gently over Steve’s hand, fingers still intertwined with his own. Like a small miracle, the furrow releases and Steve lets out a contented sigh. Eddie watches over him for a long time before he falls after Steve, sleep taking him in her warm embrace.

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heyyallitssatan · 7 months

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So I saw a headcanons about Janus being colour blind, and when he lies he can see colour for a minute, but no one else knows about it

So here’s my headcanons for how the dark boyfriends sides found out below the cut

Remus and Virgil were watching Disney conspiracy theories on YouTube when Janus came down to see what all the ruckus was about.

As it turned out they had since moved on from Disney conspiracy theories and were currently watching “Ultimate Trump Fail Compilation”. They were dying of laughter when they noticed Janus standing there staring at them.

They pulled him onto the couch and rewinded to the last clip, and watched Janus as he watched.

He fought back a smirk as he said in his usual deadpan tone, “Well that wasn’t the highlight of my day.”

They died, right then and there, all over again, Janus brand of deadpan sarcasm had always managed to get them going, especially when they were already giggly.

And with that one little lie, Janus saw something he had never seen before; Virgil’s eyeshadow had turned purple.

With every lie that Janus told, he got to experience colour vision for a moment, something he lacked the rest of the time, and given that, along with how little Virgil relaxed enough to make a colour change, this was the first time he had ever seen it.

“Virgil, your eyeshadow, it’s… purple.”

He had scrunched his face up in a look of confusion, something that Virgil’s over analysing brain took to mean he didn’t like it, as such, the eyeshadow started to lose its newfound colour, which Janus didn’t notice, thinking it was just his vision fading.

Remus popped up right in time to almost save it, “Of course it is J-anus”

And in a small, vulnerable voice, Janus asked, “Has it always been purple?” As he looked away from Virgil.

“Of course not Janny, only when he’s happy, and the storm cloud over there doesn’t do that often,” Remus responded, indicating to Virgil, who was still confused and staring silently.

The smallest ‘oh’ escaped his lips, as he stared down at the ground.”

“How could you not know that, it might be rare but he’s done it around us plenty enough for you to notice, I mean, even I did.”

While was faltering for words to write this off, some suave lie that would get him out of this and show him if there were any other colours he had missed Virgil seemed to at least somewhat piece together part of the puzzle.

“…You’ve never seen it change, have you?”

“No.”

“How have you never looked at me long enough to see it?”

“What? No, it’s not that, it’s not that at all, the truth is…”

“Come on Jan, tell us.”

“…I’m not colour blind.”

“Oh Jan, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know,” came from Virgil at the same time as Remus’, “Why the hell didn’t you tell us?”

“I…don’t know. I just…”

Virgil sighed, “It’s okay Jan, we can talk about it later, for now, let’s just watch the video.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what we should do.”

“Ok then, you want to explain?”

“…Yes.”

“C’mon work with us here, we gotta pick something.”

“Yea J-anus, explain, we’re just dying to know,” Remus responded as he mimicked some strange death scene, maybe Romeo?

“Fine…I’m not colour blind, and when I lie I can’t see colour.”

“Oh Jan…”

“Don’t, don’t pity me.”

“It’s not pity J-anus, he’s beating himself up for never realising, something he should stop doing before I turn in a brain eating amoeba a feat all the bad thoughts.”

“You are the bad thoughts?”

“Oh…I’ll eat myself then, starting now!”

“Yes of course Remus, you absolutely should,” Janus drawled out while he pulled Remus’ hand out of his mouth.

The night continued similarly, important conversations being had in between bouts of goofing off, mostly from Remus. He did it whenever one of them started thinking too much, they’d always had a bad habit of that, but it seemed to work, so he kept doing it.

Eventually all of the necessary explanations and talking had happened, and now they had to decide what to do. So naturally they chose for Janus to tell blatant lies over and over, so that he could see different colours they were showing him. It became a game of them describing the colours to him, then showing him, which seemed to make him laugh quite a bit. They also discover that when one of them lied Janus could see their colours, like their hair and clothes.

But of all the talking they had done that night, they had never really brought up Virgil’s eyeshadow again, but it stayed purple the rest of the night, and they realised that the white strike in Remus’ hair could glow radioactive green when he got excited.

At the end of the night, which was actually the beginning of the morning, they had shown Janus all of the colours they could imagine, so they asked him which was his favourite. He responded, in a quiet tired voice while he stared up at them from whatever strange pile they had found themselves in, where limbs went numb and melded together and no one really knew where they ended and someone else began, “Not purple, or green,” in an effort to see them one last time before his eyes finally slipped shut.

Virgil and Remus fell asleep just the same, but not before quietly admitting they they quite like yellow too.

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mara-xx217 · 7 months

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Good morning/afternoon/night! My internet is really bad at the moment so im not sure when this ask is gonna get through lol :,)

If I remember it correctly, your asks are open! So I decided to try my luck on sending one! (I've only downloaded Tumblr recently so im sorry if this goes badly :,) )

May I ask for a scenario or something like that with Pocketcat obsessing over a poor and desperate soul(aka reader lol) who is just trying to make their way through the Fear and Hunger dungeons/The festival of Termina (It's probably better if you choose lol)? Reader is just trying to go through another day without being attacked in their sleep and maybe smoking some Opium while that goddamn cat is just starting from a corner.

((Im not sure how asks work! Sorry if I made a mistake!!))

Omg yes this is perfectly fine! Everybody loves Pocketcat (me included) so I'm more than happy to answer this lol. Let's set this during the Festival, shall we? :)

You're doing great!

Warnings: Stalking, General Creep Behavior, Pocketcat Deserves His Own Warning, Drug Use

The atmosphere of Prehevil was a buzz with an invisible, cold heat. Your skin had started to tingle the moment you woke up from that terrible dream you had on the train and a throbbing headache that started as a minor annoyance has now turned into a full blown migraine that has you feeling like you've been brained by a lead pipe, a very real possibility given all the pissed off locals that have been attacking you unprompted and out of the blue as you've wandered the mostly deserted streets.

The last few blocks, you've begun to feel as though you were being watched... Every other step you take, you swear that you hear the echo of a footfall that is just barely out of sync of your own. You pause mid step and listen carefully.

...click...

Shit. You don't look over your shoulder, fearing what you might find following you. You shove your hands in your jacket pockets and suddenly pick up your pace, not quite running but not walking casually either. Your fucking head is killing you... You wanted nothing more than to take a hit from your pipe... but you needed to find somewhere relatively safe first. Continuing on, you round several more street corners. You don't stop until you no longer hear any footsteps mirroring your own. Slowing down, you strain your ears once again.

....

Silence. You shuffle to a stop. Your headache is nearly blinding and you sit on a pair of steps that lead into one of the many buildings in Prehevil. Fumbling with your bag, you fish out your smoking pipe, your eyes closed as they were throbbing and painfully dry. You crack an eye open and find a nearly empty matchbook, striking it alight and lighting the pipe that was still partially filled with opium. Extreme, but its all you have.

And your head-

It was sweet relief. The opium was strong and fast acting. Your headache numbed, as did your paranoia. Your heartbeat slowed and you felt yourself fall at ease. You kept your eyes closed, enjoying the brief moment of quiet. Has it been only a few hours of this? It almost felt like a lifetime... Your eyes open, blinking as they readjust to the light. And you find yourself startled as there was someone standing down the street opposite of where you sat.

The colour purple was a strange sight in this blood-soaked town... Not a drop of gore was on him, yet the bag at his feet was blood-smeared and breathing, you could tell even from where you sat. He was tall and well-dressed, strange all around and strangely making a point to avoid eye-contact with you. As you stared at him, suddenly sobering from the opium, he twitched his head and glanced in your direction. What the hell was he wearing...?

"Ah-! Oh, dear me! I didn't see you there at all!" His accent was strange and he seemed exasperated. Though he was wearing a mask, something that appeared to be cumbersome and inflexible, it had a lot of character and seemed to reflect it well through his eyes.

"My, my, how rude of me! I do apologize, this Festival has us all running about like mad, does it not?" You uneasily looked side to side.

Was... he talking to you?

"What... 'Festival'...?" He continued on.

"Say... perhaps I am mistaken but... do I know you? Maybe you get that a lot, you do have one of those faces, but I swear that you look..." The masked man turned to face you. He had one hand in his pocket, something that make you gravely nervous.

"...familiar?" You don't know why you answered him. Perhaps it was the awkwardness of this situation getting to you.

"Yes! Familiar. I feel as though I have met you once before, in lands and times different though under such similar circumstances..." He grew wistful, seeming to reflect on an old and touching memory. You frowned. There was something nagging at the back of your head....

"Pray tell, how has this Festival been treating you? Worse for wear? Perhaps you have had your fill and wish to turn in for the day?" You narrowed your eyes.

"I... What?" He continued.

"No matter, there is time left for you, though not much at all, I'm afraid. There is never enough time, is there? Or it certainly doesn't feel that way... Especially where the ones we love are concerned..." He turned his head so you couldn't see his masked face. The man brought his hand to his mouth and seemed to suddenly grow sheepish. The hand in his pocket began to twitch and you felt your stomach roll in apprehension.

"Do you have that special someone in your life? I did... once upon a time... Though it has been so many ages since I last saw them..." He turned to face you and he seemed larger and closer than he truly was. The masked man grew in height and seemed to lean in close to you, until you had your back flat against the stairs and you were cowering before him from across the street.

"Though... looking upon you has brought a wave of nostalgia over me! Truly, I must thank you for this, for I had missed them terribly..." There was a genuineness to his voice that was almost moving... for a split second, you felt your guard lower.

"I see..." Your shoulders dropped a little. A wave of emotion washed over you.

Relief

Gratitude

But in the warmness there was also,

Anticipation

Fear

Hatred

Deja vu seized your heart and froze you in place. Your temples began to throb as the colour drained from your face. The stranger had become familiar and known to you, though you didn't understand how or why. He seemed pleased with the shift in your demeanor.

"That's quite enough I think..." You furrowed your brows, confused.

"What-?"

"Yes, quite so!" You can tell that he was smiling under the mask.

"I don't understand-" He nodded to himself.

"That's quite alright, old sport! Give it some time, I think it will all become apparent, sooner than later." The man straightened up and you no longer felt crowded.

"W-What will? What- Who even are you-?!" Your question was waved off.

"Enough questions! Don't you think it's about time now?" Anxiety pulsed under your skin.

"Time? Time f-for what?"

"Time to wake up, of course! You've nearly overslept!" You're stunned. Confused and a little annoyed, you open your mouth to rebuke him, but he's suddenly in front of you and has a gloved hand clamped around your mouth. You can't move, you can't blink, you can't even scream in terror as a wave of nostalgia crashes over you.

"Hush, now... I've stolen you away from my Master for long enough... It's time for us to part ways for now, but we will meet again. It will be just like the good old days, just you wait!" You didn't know who this fucking freak was and you didn't care. You just wanted him to get the hell away from you already!

"Go on, then! Away with you!" His tone was cheery but he picked you off the stone stairs with his one hand with ease, until your legs were dangling limply in the air.

You were thrown down but instead of busting your head on the edge of sharp stairs you startled in a seated position. You hit your elbow against the cool train window and your head bounced off of it as you struggled to regain your senses.

It was... what?

It wasn't real... It was all just one big, terrible dream... You sighed in relief. In the moments that it took your heart to slow, you realized something.

The train wasn't moving and it was devoid of all passengers.

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather

#fear and hunger #fear & hunger #fear & hunger termina #fear & hunger pocketcat #fear & hunger x reader #pocketcat x reader #and it was all a dream!!!!

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archersxartxblog · 4 months

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Light up the night

a short little holiday fic I was working on until my brain suddenly decided I needed to rewrite the hold thing. rather then waste all that work, I give it to you. enjoy.

Emmet walked quickly down the steps of the apartment building to the driveway below where Elesa's car was parked. Fjord held in his arms, Ingo and Caleb slowly bring up the rear.

It had been a bit of a day, what with deciding who would sit where, what would be the best rout around the city, if they should pick up something to eat along the way or wait until they got beck to the apartment to order something, and that wasn't even taking into account the time it took to get the car-seats set up.

But all and all, Emmet was excited, it had been so long since he'd been able to partake in this old tradition, and now he not only get to reintroduce his brother to it, but also share it with his young Nephews.

Technically, they could have done this last year, if Ingo had not been recovering from his return from Hisui. Besides, Fjord had been much too young to truly enjoy what they were going to see.

"Everyone ready to go?" Elesa called out from were she stood next to the driver-side door.

"Once everyone is strapped in, we can depart." Emmet replied, sliding Fjord into his car-seat as gentle as he could, making sure the boy was strapped in and that his favourite stuffed toy 'Gannie' the Tepig was tucked in next to him. "All Aboard!"

"All Aboard!" Fjord happily echoed.

"Emmet are you quite sure you don't want me to sit in the back with the kids?" Ingo asked as Emmet made his way to the other-side of the car. "I do not mind if you would like to take the front-seat."

But Emmet just waved him off as he slid carefully past Caleb's seat, strapping himself in to the middle. "Nonsense, you need to have the best view, and I don't mind sharing the back with my Nephews." was it a little uncomfortable? yes. were his legs squished? yes. Did he have to lean forward to see out either window? Yes. Was it all going to be worth it to see the looks on their faces? Yes, of that Emmet was certain.

Perhaps, when the boys were older they might look into getting a van, but for now he was willing to put up with legs cramps.

Ingo sighed, shaking his head as he helped his oldest son into his seat. "If you say so. I still do not understand what this is all about and why we had to wait until night to partake in this little venture."

"Patience, dear brother. you will see." the younger twin simply laughed, as his brother buckled himself in. "Safety Checks complete, now full steam ahead."

"Alright, I know the perfect place to start!" Elesa cheer as she put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway and on to the road.

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It took time, to get to where they were going. long enough to cause Emmet to wonder if Elesa even knew the way, and he was starting to wonder if he should of taken Ingo up on his offer to trade seats, if only so he could make sure to conduct them properly to their destination.

but soon the car made a turn, and started to slow to a crawl, causing Emmet to look up. a smile spreading quickly over his face as he saw the lights.

"Hear we are!" Elesa called, smiling brightly as she pulled onto the residential road. "Skyla and I, checked out this block last week before that being snowfall, but I gotta saw things look even prettier with a layer of snow down."

Emmet's smile widened as he quickly looked towards his brother, who stared out the window, speechless. his eyes locked on the houses along the street, all decorated with bright, shining lights, that twinkled in the dark.

Some yards at lit up ornaments, others large blow up Reshirams and Zekroms.

Some had stars all done up in lights, some had trees wrapped in lights.

Some houses used one colour, while some used lights that were every colour under the sun.

Some houses, had only a few decorations, while others were monstrosity of flashing lights and colour that honestly made Emmet wonder how the home owners could afford to have them going for more then a few minutes. Even if this was a rather wealth neighborhood.

yet, Ingo sat staring, taking it all in as the car drove slowly pass each house.

A look falling over his face, one Emmet had see a few times over the past year, one that his brother only got when foggy memories starting to make their way to the surface. He could only wonder what his brother had managed to to recall.

"Whoa! Pretty!" Caleb's voice cut through the silence, reminding Emmet that Ingo wasn't the only he was introducing to this little tradition of theirs. the boy, sat forward, pressing himself closer to the window so he could see more of the passing lights. "And look at that one! it's got a Dragon!"

"Dreepy?!" Fjord called out, leaning as forward as the straps of his car-seat would allow him, no doubt looking for his little dragon friend.

"No, no, Fjord, Dreepy is at home, remember?" Ingo chuckled, coming out of his stupor to look back at his youngest. "It's just a blow up of Reshiram. it's not real, it's like one of the balloons from Caleb's birthday, but bigger."

"Oooh" the child muttered, eye wide as he leaned back into his seat and hugging his stuffy close.

with a smile, Emmet leaned into the younger boy's car-seat and pointed out the window, draw Fjord's eye towards the lights outside. "Look, this one is verrry colourful."

"Ooo"

"And look at this one coming up, I love the single colour lights, very classy" Elesa chimed in as she guiding the car slowly down the road.

"Daddy! Daddy! look at that one, it's got candy-sticks coming out of the ground!"

"Yes, I see them Caleb. but what about this one? their light work is most impressive."

"I like this one, over here. verrry decorative."

"eh, it's a little over the top for my liking, but this one is classy with the red and white lights."

"Snow!"

#pokemon au #subway boss ingo #submas #subway bosses #subway boss emmet #From Hisui to Unova #Ingo's Kids #Caleb (Oc)#Fjord (Oc)#pokemon fan fic

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bucky-barnes-lover · 6 months

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Kinktober day 16: Vaginal Fingering

Fic: Harry Styles

Harry Styles x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+, Vaginal fingering, Proposal/Engagement, Poorly written smut.

746 w.c

This was supposed to be a Drabble but I got a bit carried away. Not proof read because I'm tired and it's 1 am so you'll just have to deal with the spelling mistakes/errors. P.S sorry if it's really bad

The lights flickered as I exited the stadium. Colourful feathers lay on the ground and glitter decked the seats. Happy chatter echoed throughout the building, however a couple silent tears didn't go unnoticed by me. I could tell everyone was really happy about seeing H perform his last show in Melbourne but I could also tell many of the fans were upset that the night had come to an end.

"Hi baby" I greeted, as I made my way to the dressing room at the back of the stadium.

"You sang so well tonight!" I exclaimed, planting a chaste kiss on his lips while I ran my hands through his brunette curls.

"Thanks Love, I'm so glad you could come and watch tonight." Harry admitted, returning my kiss.

Leaving him to get changed from his stage attire, I took a seat on a sofa nearby. Sarah came over to me, holding baby Scout, that she had left with her mum for the duration of the show.

"You played so well tonight Sarah" I enthused, earning a blush from the drummer.

"Thanks y/n. I'm so glad you could be here, At mine and Mitch's last show."

"I'm so sad you guys are leaving" I complained. Leaning over to give Sarah a hug and kissing baby Scout's face.

"Have fun on your break Sarah. We'll miss you here" I choked up before allowing a small sob to escape my lips.

A couple minutes later, after Sarah had scurried off to find Mitch, Harry came out of the dressing room. Dressed in a hoodie and trackies with a big smile on his face. He walked over to the sofa and took out a small velvet box out of his pocket. Kneeling down on the ground, he started,

"Y/n. You have been by my side ever since Fine Line. You have come to every single one of my Love On Tour shows in the past 3 years. You have supported me through my tough times and when I've been at my weakest. You love to cheer me on, and to make me happy. You bring the kind of joy into my world that nobody else ever has. And for this, I would love to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you with all my heart and soul. Would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" He asked as he held back tears.

I didn't know how to react. Obviously I knew the answer but the proposal had come so suddenly, I never would've guessed it would be today. Without a second thought I screamed out,

"YES H!!" "I love you with all my heart! I would love to be your wife."

A small sob escaped my lips as Harry stood up, sliding the gorgeous rose gold band on my ring finger.

He leaned in, kissing my lips passionately. Applause erupted from around us, 'Congratulations' and 'I'm so happy for you two' were heard through all the noise.

A couple hours after the proposal, Harry and I had returned to our hotel room. He had just gotten out of the shower, and I was lying on the bed in some sexy lingerie. He walked over and lay next to me on the bed. Leaning in, I kissed his lips. Within moments, it had become a full on make out sesh. Harry was grabbing my hips and grinding himself into me, I was running short of breath but didn't pull away. Moans escaped the both of us as H slid his hand down to my panties and pulled them aside. Harry broke the kiss as he whispered in my ear,

"My god darling. So wet for me already."

Sliding a finger in through my folds. My brain fogged up as he started pumping in and out of my soaking wet cunt. Going harder and harder. Removing his finger then pushing it back in without warning.

My moans got more and more desperate, and the thought of release got me screaming his name.

"Oh, H! Please, harder!" I moaned. Harry's thumb started working my clit as he inserted a second finger. He caught my lips just as I was about to let out a loud moan. Relief washed over me as my orgasm hit.

"Good girl" He said as he removed his fingers.

Harry kissed my forehead and helped clean me up. He had another shower, but this time with me. Let's just say we had some more fun in the shower. 😏

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f1luver-95 · 3 months

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Fate Charles Leclerc Story

…Chapter 4…

Charles... the man who has been occupying a good portion of my brain for the last couple days. The man who has been making me smile randomly at just the thought of him since the moment we had bumped into each other.

I am so thankful to finally have a name to put to his face, instead of 'mystery man' like Lucy likes to call him.

I have been wearing his hoodie to bed at night, because for some reason the smell of him was very comforting... plus it was huge on me which was a bonus.

He almost seems to good to be true, like he came right out of a movie or a romance novel...

He was handsome, polite, and even seemed romantic based on the recent text message he sent me.

No man had ever sent me such a cheesy, yet romantic text message before, the kind that makes you blush not even Jake and we were about to get married.

Maybe it was a European thing to be romantic and flirt with everyone?... a guy like him must be in a relationship.

I sent Lucy a screen shot of the text message last night before bed, she instantly replied that I need to find him and make him mine, unless he is already taken...Then I need to see if he has a brother or best friend who is single. Typical Lucy always making me laugh with the stuff that comes out of her mouth.

Was he in a relationship and just being polite? Or was I just reading into this all wrong. The way he has been flirting with me suggests that he is single.

Did he find me attractive?... Or was he just being kind because he felt bad about spilling my coffee all over me.

Jake made sure to make me feel very self conscious...making sure to never tell me I was beautiful or even pretty. I would always get you look fine or maybe you should put on more make up. A part of me thinks he did this so that I would never have the confidence to leave his sorry ass. It took me four years, but eventually I saw right through his bullshit.

I climbed out of bed and got ready for the day, I was planning on taking Penelope swimming in the indoor pool that was in the apartment. I put on my bathing suit underneath my leggings and knitted sweater making my way into the living room once I was ready.

"Good morning everyone."

"Morning Elle," responded Kelly as she looked up from the magazine she was reading as Penelope sat down on the floor in front of her doing some colouring.

"Good morning Elle." Max said smiling as he looked up from his phone, taking a sip of his coffee.

I sat down beside P asking her if I could colour with her. We sat there colouring for almost an hour before I asked Penelope if she wanted to make some pancakes for breakfast with me.

We walked into the kitchen and started gathering all the ingredients that we would need to make some blueberry pancakes. Once all the ingredients were placed on the counter, I grabbed a chair from the table and placed it in front of the counter so that Penelope could stand on it and reach the counter.

I set a mixing bowel and mixing spoon in front of her while I started measuring all the ingredients so that they would be ready for her to pour into the mixing bowel. We worked together as a team to make delicious blueberry pancakes, I would measure the ingredients, and Penelope would pour them into a bowel. Once both the dry and wet ingredients were in the bowel, Penelope used a spoon to mix them all together.

While she was busy mixing the batter, I grabbed a frying pan out of the cupboard, and turned on the stove getting it ready for when the batter was finished.

"Okay P, the frying pan is ready for the batter. The pan is very hot so I am going to help you pour some of batter into it."

"Ok," she exclaimed excitedly as she reached her arms up for me to hold her.

I quickly picked her up and balanced her on my hip, grabbing the bowel of batter and a spoon before turning my attention back to the stove. Penelope and I took turns using the spoon to put some batter into the frying pan, being extra careful to not touch the hot stove and the frying pan.

"Penelope I think we are all done." I exclaimed as I looked over and saw the mountain of cooked pancakes we had placed on a plate beside us. "Do you want to go get your mom and max?" I asked as I set her down on the floor so she could run into the living room to get them.

"Mommy, Maxie. Elle let me help her make blueberry pancakes." Exclaimed Penelope as she dragged both Kelly and Max to the table so that they could sit down and eat with us.

"These smell amazing Penelope and Elle." Kelly said as she sat down at the table.

"Yes, they smell delicious. Don't tell my trainer that I'm eating these." Joked Max as he sat down and grabbed four pancakes placing them on the plate in front of him.

We sat down together and ate the pancakes, chatting like families do.

"Penelope I was thinking after breakfast we could head down to the pool and do some swimming."

"Yay!" Screamed Penelope as she started wiggling around in her chair from excitement.

"That sounds like so much fun." Kelly said as she smiled at the both of us.

"Why do you guys get to go have fun swimming" joked Max "I have to go meet my trainer for a three hour workout, to get ready for the upcoming season."

"It's because I'm a kid Maxie duh... its my job is to have fun." Sassed Penelope as she put her hands on her hips. "Your job is to work out and drive really fast."

Kelly and I couldn't hold in our laughter as we saw the look on Max's face.

"You're a little bugger." Max teased as he stood up from the table getting ready t0 chase Penelope, so that he could tickle her. As soon as Penelope saw Max stand up she took off running, screaming as she did so.

"I'm dating a man child" Kelly exclaimed as she shook her head, laughing as both Penelope and Max ran around the house.

Nodding my head laughing, I started to clean up the dishes.

"Penelope lets go put on your bathing suit." I suggested as she ran by me, Max hot on her trail.

"Your an f1 driver and you still haven't caught up to a three year old." I teased Max as he got closer to both Penelope and I.

"I'm too fast Elle." Screamed Penelope as she started running again "Max isn't fast at running... only at driving."

Kelly couldn't contain her laughter as she heard what her daughter had just yelled at her boyfriend.

Max looked at both Kelly and I shocked, as he started to run faster... the competitive side of him starting to come through even more now.

"Penelope, let Max catch you so that you can go and get ready for swimming" Kelly said in between her laughs as she shook her head at her crazy family.

"Okay Mommy." She yelled as she slowed down so that Max could catch her.

I followed Kelly into Penelopes room so that we could grab her swimming things. Penelope came running in minutes later and we got her dressed for the pool.

We said goodbye to Kelly and Max and made our way down the hallway towards the elevators.

"Penelope can you push the button for the pool?" I asked as soon as we stepped into the elevator.

Nodding her head she reached up and pushed the button, smiling as soon as she saw the button light up.

"Okay Penelope, remember we don't run around the pool because it's very slippery." I said as the elevator doors opened on the floor that had the swimming pool, the sauna and the spa.

I couldn't help but gasp at how beautiful the pool area is, it has floor to ceiling windows that had an amazing view of the beach.

Penelope and I headed towards a row of chairs and placed our towels and clothing on top before jumping into the pool.

Penelope and I spent hours in the pool, swimming around playing mermaids and laughing.

Every once in a while we would get out of the pool to sit in the loungers, before jumping right back into the pool.

No one else was in the pool so we enjoyed our time, getting to know each other better while swimming around the pool.

"Elle" Penelope said as she swam into my arms. "I'm really glad you moved in with us... you're my best friend."

"Oh P, I'm so glad I did too. You're my best friend too." I replied as I gave her a big hug.

I looked down at my watch and looked at the time.

"Penelope, it's already 1:30... we should head upstairs for some lunch." I suggested as I started swimming towards the stairs. Penelope following close behind me.

I got out of the water first, wrapping a towel around my body before quickly grabbing the second towel, holding it open for Penelope. She rushed over to the open towel and I wrapped it around her body, drying her off. Once we were both dry we put on our clothes and made our way back up to the apartment.

When we got home Kelly was sitting in the tv room reading a book.

"Did you girls have fun at the pool?" Asked Kelly as she looked up from the book she was reading.

"We played mermaids mommy." Penelope replied as she grabbed my hand. "We are so hungry..." she added as she pulled me towards the kitchen so that we could eat lunch together.

I could hear Kelly laughing, as I was pulled further and further away from them.

I opened the fridge and pulled out the ingredients to make us all some grilled cheese sandwiches.

Once they were finished cooking, I put them on plates and made my way to the table where Penelope was colouring.

According to Penelope I was taking too long cooking the grilled cheese that she needed to colour to save herself from boredom. Oh the thinks that little girl says definitely keeps me on my toes and always laughing.

We enjoyed our lunch sitting down and talking to Kelly.

"Elle, why don't you go shower? I know I hate the feeling of chlorine in my hair. I'll watch Penelope." Suggested Kelly.

"Thank you." I replied as I headed towards my bedroom to have a nice hot shower.

I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips as the hot water hit my body, after spending hours in the pool with Penelope it felt amazing to wash my body after all that chlorine.

After my long hot shower, I quickly dried my hair with a blow dryer and put on some leggings with a white deep V t-shirt, and my cream coloured cardigan. Making sure to put on my fluffy UGG slippers.

I walked into the living room to see that Penelope, Max and Kelly were watching Encanto on the Tv. Max must have gotten home from training while I was in the shower.

"Elle, I saved you a spot right beside me." Penelope said as she patted to the spot right beside her.

"I tried to sit beside her, but she said NO... that spot is for Elle." Teased Max as he pretended to be upset. Rolling his eyes towards Penelope, who just rolled her eyes back in response.

I laughed as I sat down beside Penelope, pulling her towards me so that we could cuddle on the couch.

Kelly smiled at the interaction, and placed a pink fluffy blanket over top of me and Penelope.

"Come here you big baby." Kelly said teasing Max as she patted at the spot beside her on the couch, "I'll cuddle you if that makes you feel better."

Max stood up and jumped over both Penelope and I and landed right in Kellys lap. Causing all of us to burst out laughing, as Kelly shook her head at her crazy boyfriend.

Once the movie was finished, Kelly headed into the kitchen to make some spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. While Penelope and I played with a couple of her dolls.

"Family," shouted Kelly "Dinner."

Penelope and I quickly put away her dolls before heading into the kitchen.

"Thanks for dinner, Kelly." I said as Penelope and I sat down at the table.

"I invited Charles over after dinner to play with the racing simulator." Max said before taking a bite of his pasta.

"Oh... Elle you will get to meet Charles." Kelly said giving me a wink.

I looked over at her with a questioning look on my face as I continued to eat my food.

"Charles is so cute Elle" Penelope said out of no where. " you will think so too."

"What!" Exclaimed Max as he dropped his fork... "Take that back Missy... You're not allowed to think boys are cute until you're thirty."

Penelope looked at max and rolled her eyes as she continued to eat her pasta. The sass that this almost 3 year old had was remarkable and definitely kept us on our toes. We all burst out laughing as Max shook his head, probably worried about her sass once she was even older.

After dinner, Penelope and I played the board game 'Sorry' before it was time for her to go to bed.

"Can Elle read me my bed time story and tuck me in?" Asked Penelope as she gave Kelly and Max a goodnight hug.

"Of course," Kelly said as she gave her daughter a kiss on her forehead. Smiling at me as Penelope and I headed towards her bedroom

I helped Penelope put on her comfy rainbow pattern pajamas before we climbed into her bed, getting comfy under her fluffy pink blankets.

I grabbed the book and started reading as she moved in closer and started cuddling into my side, resting her head on my chest.

"Elle?" Penelope question as I was about half way through the picture book... her eyes drooping as she was fighting sleep.

"Yes.."

"I love you."

"I love you too P"

"Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" Penelope asked quietly, as she tried to fight off sleep.

"Of course sweetie." I replied before kissing her forehead and continuing to read the story.

Within minutes I could hear soft snores escaping Penelopes lips as she slept against my chest.

I waited a couple more minutes before moving Penelope so that her head was now on her pillow. I kissed her forehead, before walking towards her bedroom door, making sure her nightlight was on.

I quietly opened the door without looking and stepped out of the room backwards trying to be as quiet as possible.

CRASH... I bumped into something or should I say someone and fell onto my butt at the sudden contact.

Startled I looked up and I was met with the green eyed man I had been dreaming about for days. This time he had black framed glasses on his face... making him look even hotter.

"Shit." I exclaimed, before quickly covering my mouth... afraid to wake up Penelope who was sound asleep in her bed.

"Danielle?" Questioned Charles as he squinted trying to see my face. The only light in the hallway was from Penelopes small night light.

"Charles?"

"What are you doing here?" He questioned almost excited at the thought I was here, as he reached down to help me stand up. The moment his hands touched me millions of sparks flew, I felt like I was weak in the knees.

"I live here.. what are you doing here?" I questioned as I looked up into his gorgeous eyes.

"I race with Max." He answered as he pulled me close to him, almost as if he was afraid to let me go.

"You're a formula 1 driver!"

Nodding his head he smiled at me "Jeez... we really need to stop meeting up like this."

Just as I was about to say something witty about running into him... again. When Kellys head popped into the hallway with a questioning look on her face. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes..." I replied blushing as I pulled away from Charles tight embrace.

"I will be there in a minute Kelly." Charles said.

Just as I started to walk towards the living room he pulled me back into his arms bending down slightly to whisper into my ear "you look beautiful."

I quickly looked down and noticed that I was wearing leggings and a t-shirt. Surly he didn't actually mean I looked beautiful, I'm sure he is used to beautiful models falling all over themselves to be with him.

I took a couple seconds to compose myself before I started walking towards the living room, stopping right before the doorway and turing towards Charles and winking at him.

I could faintly hear Charles saying that I would be the death of him, causing a smile to grace my face.

When I walked into the living room, Kelly was sitting down on the couch with a questioning look on her face.

With a big smile on my face I walked over and sat down and started explained everything that had happened with Charles starting with the moment we met at the Miami airport and ending with what just happened in the hallway. As I told the story I couldn't help but notice the huge smile on Kellys face.

"Elle," exclaimed Kelly as she wrapped her arms around me in an excited hug.

Charles walking into the room, as Kelly pulled away from the hug, a huge blush formed on my face as I looked down towards the ground.

Charles winked at me before heading over towards Max who was setting up the racing simulator in the living room so that I could get introduced to the world of racing... those were Max's exact words.

Kelly's was about to roll her eyes at Max but then she got an evil smirk on her face, winking at me as she walked into the kitchen

'Oh boy.' I thought... 'what was about to happen'

Seconds later she returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Max looked up from setting up the simulator with a questioning look as soon as he say the bottle of wine and only two glasses. "Hey! What about Charles and I?"

"You have legs... If you want something you can grab it for you guys. Elle and I are going to enjoy some wine together as we watch you guys compete over who's better on the racing simulator." Teased Kelly as she sat the bottle of wine and glasses on the coffee table, before pouring both of us a glass of wine.

"Let's go over the rules....the person who gets the fastest time wins. Seeing as I only have one simulator we will take turns going" Max explained as he started setting up the simulator on the TV "I'll go first because its my house." He added smiling at Charles.

I looked towards Charles, and saw that he was heading my way to sit down beside me on the couch. Kelly smirked at me as she noticed what Charles was doing.

Charles put his hand on my thigh and leaned in to whisper "You are cheering for me right?"

I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips as I nodded my head.

"God, that was the sexiest sound I have ever heard." He whispered as he leaned back on the couch to get comfy.

His arm resting on the back of the couch of where I was sitting, his hands were just grazing my shoulders. Causing my nerve endings to go crazy, and a fire to ignite in my body.

I reached down and grabbed my wine glass taking sip before leaned back into Charles, resting my body on him.

I looked up at him to gage his reaction to me cuddling into his body, causally locking eyes with him causing him to blush...

Two can play at this game Charles... Let's see who will make the first move.

#charles imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #romance fanfiction #fanfiction #wattpad

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wacky-nameless-inventor-24 · 7 months

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Ah, hello! I think this is the third time ever I’ve sent something to an ask box, maybe. Wanted to say that I really enjoy your art and writing! It’s so fun and intriguing to see what you come up with and what brain rot is currently affecting you - your take on Mads is such an exciting one and it’s nice how much joy your AUs are bringing you.

Anyways, blabbering aside, I’d like to suggest number 14 with fenro for the cuddle blurbs! Am I doing this right?

Kudos! :D

Ahhhhh oh my gosh, thank you so much, that means a lot!!! I'm so happy you enjoy it, this ask completely made my day!!! <33333 I've seen you a bunch in my notes, it's fun to hear from you!

14. "Do you know that your eyes actually have three different colours?" "You're very close."

There was a pink sticky note on Fenton’s desk.

He recognized Gyro’s handwriting.

The duck’s eyes widened as he scanned through what it said, the pieces falling together in his head as he read the few scribbled sentences.

He looked up, across the lab to where the inventor was standing at his computer, typing something out as he absently checked a few written notes next to him. “You figured out the mechanics for my robot?”

“Hm?” Gyro spared him half a glance, then returned to his notes. “Oh, yes, I looked it over last night after you left. You almost had it- I think there were just a few things calculated wrong. Those should be the correct equations to get you started.”

“Oh my gosh,” Fenton read the note again. “Thank you- thank you so much!”

Unable to contain his excitement, Fenton found himself rushing across the lab to sweep the inventor up into a hug. “Thank you!”

Gyro squawked, flailing as he was lifted from the ground, but Fenton hardly noticed. He still held tightly to him after he set him down, and Gyro awkwardly patted his head. “Erm, you’re welcome. Glad I could help.”

Fenton only realized he was still holding on to him when he felt Gyro’s arms around him, hugging him back. It suddenly hit him that they’d been hugging for way too long, and Fenton tried to pull away.

Surprisingly, Gyro’s arms around him tightened, not letting him go.

The duck lifted his head, smiling awkwardly. “O-oh, you don’t have to-” he broke off as he noticed something for the first time.

Gyro stared directly back at him.

“Do- do you know your eyes actually have three different colors?” Fenton swallowed as he averted his gaze. As pretty as the inventor’s emerald eyes were, they were too intense to look at for long. It was a feeling similar to staring into a bright lightbulb.

Gyro didn’t acknowledge that. “You’re very close.”

“Oh, yeah.” Fenton moved to pull away again. “Sorry.”

Gyro still didn’t let him go. “I don’t mind, it’s nice.”

“O-oh,” the duck blinked. “Thank you?”

“Mmhm.” He felt Gyro’s arms around him squeeze tightly one last time before the inventor pulled away suddenly, moving back to his work without a backward glance.

Fenton stared at him, aware of a growing heat in his face.

He hadn’t minded that either.

#you did it perfectly!!!#this ended up a little more pre-relationship-y #gyro gearloose #fenton crackshell cabrera #fenro #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #duckverse #wacky writes #thanks for the ask!#cryo-nyx

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loveofastarvingdog · 1 year

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Don't Make Me Say It (What Would I Even Say?)

Summary: Frankly, Eddie knows that most of those things aren't exactly memories. Just specifics that his brain either latched onto or fabricated after the fact, desperate to understand and process and know. But either way they're in there, when he remembers.

Buck's eyes, wild above him. Wild with fear.

or...

Eddie lies about what he remembers from the shooting. He lies because, honestly, he doesn't know how he's supposed to say it.

Word Count: 965

Warnings: Brief discussions / descriptions of the shooting and subsequent trauma

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Okay, so when Eddie said he remembered the initial impact, remembered thinking “this is the last moment of my life,” remembered waking up… Well, okay, so he might have lied. And that’s not to say he didn’t remember those moments, and that they don’t carry weight when he thinks back on that day. It’s just that Eddie also remembers—

Eddie also remembers Buck.

A lot of— that day, the shooting, is a haze. Separate flashes of pain and fear. Blood. Confusion. It's fair to say that on the bad days, only his body really remembers the shooting and the panic jolting through him, but on the good days he doesn't think about it at all. On the good days, he'd probably be able to make a list of things he remembers from it.

Probably not scenes, not whole moments, aside for the very first impact. The hospital, too, has the solidity and depth of an entire scene in time. But mostly the list would just be details.

This is it.

Eddie doesn't remember having any specific urge, lying on the pavement, to reach out his hand, but he could describe the rasp of asphalt on the meat of his palm, his fingertips, as they scrabbled just barely forward.

He can recall, in a vague sort of way that makes him unsure if it's just from one of his reoccurring night terrors, staring blankly at the side of the fire engine and seeing the red paint suddenly get replaced with a splotch of silver, hole torn through it by a bullet. It was like a paintball, like watching a movie, watching something splatter from one solid colour to a pockmarked surface in one blink to the next.

This is it.

Eddie had been facing Buck when it happened. Fell at a weird angle. Didn't know where to look as he slumped to the ground. Felt like his whole body had been put in the spin cycle, setting on high. His brain thought in spirals and his body felt like he was still falling, still getting hit and tumbled over and over and over again.

There's other things, too. The sky framed by a sideways tilt of shiny red metal. The way sometimes Eddie's mind gets the timing wrong, and the calm chatter that had been going on continues after he gets shot. A minute-long delay, where he's on the ground and the world is calmly going on as usual. It's worse when the screams start before the gunshots.

This is it.

Frankly, Eddie knows that most of those things aren't exactly memories. Just specifics that his brain either latched onto or fabricated after the fact, desperate to understand and process and know. But either way they're in there, when he remembers.

Buck's eyes, wild above him. Wild with fear.

This is the last moment of my life.

And this part isn't just a single detail, but an entire moment, pulled long and syrupy from Eddie's mind. "That's it," he'd said. Just the impact, the hospital. The thought, 'this is the last moment of my life.'

But the truth was, Eddie had been looking at Buck when he'd thought it.

He'd been looking at Buck, and he had been scared, throat choking on air, on the way he couldn't get his tongue to work right, and Buck had been looking back at him. Eddie doesn't remember it all, whether he said anything, whether Buck did, but Eddie remembers looking at Buck. And when he looked at Buck, he thought "This is the last moment of my life," and he wasn't so scared anymore.

So... Yeah. That's it, Eddie tells Buck, and it's not quite a lie. He doesn't know how to even begin to understand the expression on Buck's face when he says it, so he doesn't try. There's some things from that day that neither of them will ever be able to say out loud. That's okay. That's— That's part of processing. Knowing what you can say without it bleeding you dry.

Eddie's been working on it, too, so he gets it. He doesn't think either of them has ever talked about the shooting before, not so casually, and he knows that it wasn't just his inability to talk about it that kept them from addressing it.

But here they are, and Buck died, okay, Buck was dead and now he's not, and Eddie gets it. The things you can say out loud and the things you don't even know how to think about.

And Buck sought Eddie out, crashed on Eddie's couch, asked Eddie about what he remembers. So Eddie tells him.

Eddie tells him that he's gonna feel a lot of different ways about it, and he thinks that's the right thing to say because it's true, and also because Buck needs to be told for once in his life that feeling things big and overwhelming, and even contradictory, is okay. You just gotta let yourself feel it. Because once you let yourself feel it, you can begin to really process it.

Looking at Buck now, sitting in his kitchen, eyes still round with sleep, Eddie lets himself feel it.

This is it. This is the last moment of my life.

Buck's wild blue eyes...

Eddie says, "Every day you open your eyes in the morning, you feel a little less surprised the world is still there," and doesn't say that he remembers Buck looking at him.

Just because he lets himself feel it, doesn't mean he knows how to say it. Doesn't know how to put those words into the open air.

But he looks at Buck, and he lets himself feel it. Lets himself try to process.

He keeps his eyes open and, wouldn't you know it, the world is still there.

#tim types <3 #timothy's txts.#9-1-1 fic #buddie fic

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