#also every time i make a swimming pool reference

[buddie-buddie]

throw a line out (i am on the way down)

7.2k - m - read on ao3 five times buck answered when eddie said "talk to me," and the one time he didn't

“Buck!” 

He’d know that voice anywhere. 

God, he loves hearing Eddie say his name. There’s something about it, something in the way that Eddie makes it sound special. Reverent. Like a promise. 

He’s heard his name on Eddie’s lips more times than he can count, but it’s never sounded like this. 

“Buck!”

Something’s different. Hazy. Buck’s body feels heavy, but his head feels light. He’s warm– not hot, but warm. Almost as if someone lit a candle inside him, like something’s aglow beneath his skin. He floats in the haze for a moment, content to let it sweep him away.

“Talk to me!” It’s Eddie yelling again. But he doesn’t sound like himself. Something is different. 

There’s something in his voice Buck isn’t used to hearing. Something that takes him a moment to register, to put a name to. 

Fear. 

Eddie’s scared. But why? There’s nothing to be afraid of. Everything is warm and floaty and good. Everything is good. Eddie’s nearby. No, wait, Eddie’s here. Eddie’s hands are on him now. Buck knows that touch better than he knows his own.

And he hears Bobby, too. 

Eddie’s here. Bobby’s here. There’s nothing to be scared of. He tries to open his mouth, tries to get the words out, to tell Eddie that it’s okay. That he doesn’t have to be afraid. But his mouth won’t work. The words won’t come. They swim around in his head, fighting the haze that grows thicker with each passing moment until they disappear. 

“Talk to me!” Eddie yells again. Buck’s heard Eddie say that before. 

Memories wash over him, pulling him deeper into the haze. 

1.

“Metro Dispatch, this is Firefighter Eddie Diaz, Public Service Officer.” Eddie answers his cell phone on the second ring.

Buck’s not sure what he was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn’t that. “Firefighter Eddie Diaz?” he repeats, laughing. “What happened to hello ?” 

Eddie sighs, and Buck doesn’t have to be in the room with him to know that he’s rubbing a hand over his forehead, trailing it down his face as he laughs alongside him. “Oh my god,” he groans. “I– I don’t even– I’m…” he stammers, clearly flustered. 

Buck can picture the look on his face, can imagine the blush creeping up his neck and settling on the apples of his cheeks. God, the things Buck would do to be able to run his thumbs over his flushed cheeks, to kiss away his bashful grin. To have the privilege of knowing Eddie– of having Eddie– so intimately. 

Eddie clears his throat. “Sorry. Guess I, uh, I’ve gotten a little too used to answering the phone at work.”

It’s been a month and Buck’s still not used to the fact that he and Eddie don’t work together anymore. He thought it would get easier the more time that passed, but the dull ache in his chest hasn’t let up since the day Eddie told them all the news. 

And if Buck is being completely honest, hearing Eddie say “work” and knowing that he doesn’t mean the 118 hurts a little more than he thought it would. 

Buck opts for levity in an attempt to push past the pang of sadness. “I mean, if you want to change it up, there are plenty of other options.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie asks. “What do you suggest?”

“What about ‘Howdy?’” Buck has to fight to keep a straight face. “Y’know, honor your roots and all that.”

There’s a pause, and Buck doesn’t have to be in the room with Eddie to know that he’s rolling his eyes. 

And Buck could be mistaken. Maybe it’s a case of synchronicity, of Buck hearing what he so desperately wants to. But he swears Eddie sounds fond as he says, “Maybe not.” 

“Okay,” Buck concedes. “Forget your Texan blood. You could go more authoritative.”

“More authoritative? Eddie echoes. “Like what?” he drops his voice lower, more serious. “Talk to me.” 

Buck laughs. “Definitely a contender.” 

“I’ll take it under advisement.”

“As you should.”

“Might be a good idea to switch it up,” Eddie says. “I’m on the phone all day. Only a matter of time until I lose my mind.” 

“More than you already have,” Buck ribs. 

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. He keeps his tone light, but there’s something serious hiding beneath it, something Buck picks up on from the single syllable alone. Before he can press, Eddie continues, “So… to what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“Well,” Buck begins, heaving a sigh. “Remember how I saved your life?”

“Which time?” 

“You pick,” Buck quips. He can hear Eddie moving around. Putting things away, opening and closing the refrigerator door. He recognizes the sound of Eddie’s dishwasher kicking on. A sudden and overwhelming sense of longing hits him over the head without warning. Which shouldn’t make any sense– who longs to clean up the kitchen? And yet he aches for it. Putting dishes away and taking out the trash. Dumping clean laundry on the bed and matching up socks. 

Something about being with Eddie makes even the most mundane task feel like sacred privilege. 

“I’m calling to see if I can cash in a favor,” Buck says.

He’s expecting a smart response, something witty or sarcastic. Maybe a playful ribbing. What he gets instead is a simple “Anything.” 

There’s something about the way Eddie says it that has Buck feeling warm inside. It’s simple and it’s easy and it’s honest. Eddie means it. Anything.

Anything.

It’s welcome and it’s appreciated and it means more to Buck than he thinks he could ever put into words. But it’s equal parts disarming, and it takes Buck a second to recover from the unexpectedness of it all. “Uh, well, my– washer’s broken,” he explains. “It’s been busted for a few days now and it’s something with the water lines cause all my neighbors’ are broken too and my landlord said he’d have someone come take a look but that was on Friday and it’s Tuesday now and he still hasn’t gotten anyone out and I don’t want to bug Maddie right now since she just got back and I–”  

“Buck,” Eddie cuts in. 

“I’m rambling,” Buck realizes. 

“You’re rambling,” Eddie confirms. This time Buck is absolutely certain he isn’t imagining the fondness in Eddie’s voice. 

On a totally unrelated note, there are butterflies in his stomach. 

He takes a breath. “Sorry.” 

“No need,” Eddie assures him. “Come do your laundry here.” 

“You sure?” Buck asks, all but holding his breath as he waits for Eddie’s response. 

He doesn’t have to wait long, as Eddie answers without so much as a second’s hesitation. “Of course.”

“Thank you,” Buck says. “I tried to go to the laundromat around the corner yesterday but I guess everyone in the building had the same idea because all the machines were in use and when I called just now they said everything is still taken and I’m out of clean work shirts and I don’t think anyone at the 118 would appreciate it if I showed up for my shift tomorrow in last shift’s clothes and I–” 

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Eddie assures him. “The offer stands. Even if your landlord has it fixed by the time you get your clothes off the floor and into a laundry basket.”

Ah, yes. There’s the gentle teasing Buck had been expecting. 

Buck scoffs, feigning hurt. “What makes you think my clothes aren’t already in a basket?” 

“I’ve seen your bedroom floor. Or rather, the lack thereof,” Eddie says. “Worse than Christopher,” he muses. 

There’s a long pause. Buck can’t really argue with that. “Fine,” he concedes. “You win.”

“Chris is at science club until six, but if you get here by then you can come with me to pick him up?” Eddie says. It has the workings of a question, with the way his voice ticks up at the end. There’s something hopeful there. 

Buck’s smile stretches so wide, he wonders if Eddie can hear it through the phone. “Done.”

2.

Traffic is the third certainty to life when living in L.A. 

Death, taxes, and bumper-to-bumper on the 405. 

Buck knows this to be true. He used to hate it, used to sit in traffic longing for his old motorcycle, imagining weaving through the slow-moving cars and feeling the wind in his face. 

But lately, he hasn’t minded it so much. Not when Eddie’s beside him, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and humming underneath his breath, stealing glances at him across the center console and listening to him ramble on about whatever’s on his mind. 

Sometimes, Buck finds himself wishing for traffic– hoping that their twenty minute drive might turn into thirty or forty, that he might be lucky enough to steal those extra moments with Eddie.

And he’s grateful– so, so grateful for these moments, for this time with Eddie– he’ll never not be grateful when Eddie’s beside him. But if everyone could get a fucking move on today, that would be great.

“We’re going to be late,” Buck mutters, craning his neck in an attempt to see around the cars in front of them. 

“It’s fine,” Eddie assures him, seemingly unbothered from where he sits in the passenger seat. 

Buck huffs out a sigh, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “No it’s not.”

“Baby,” Eddie says gently. “It’s okay. They can wait for a few minutes.” 

Buck can only imagine the things that Eddie’s parents could be thinking– could be saying to each other– while they wait outside of LAX for the two of them to pull up. He’s met them before, and they were fine, but that was when he was just Eddie’s partner. Now that he’s Eddie’s partner, things are different. He doesn't want them thinking he’s irresponsible. Or unreliable. Or worse, that he doesn’t respect them. 

He doesn't know what exactly they think about him and Eddie being together. It only happened a couple of months ago, after Eddie got back from visiting El Paso for his dad’s retirement party. Buck had driven this same route, had picked him and Chris up outside of arrivals when their flight got in. It was late and they were exhausted– Christopher was asleep in the back seat by the time they hit the freeway– and Eddie was unusually quiet the whole way home. 

When they got to Eddie’s, Buck carried a still-sleeping Christopher inside while Eddie got the bags. They put him to bed and Eddie pulled two beers from the fridge and said, “Stay.” 

Buck took the bottle from his outstretched hand and said, “Okay.”

Eddie held his gaze, something soft and vulnerable and a little hopeful in his eyes. “Forever.”

Buck’s breath caught in his throat, his heart hammered in his chest. Eddie had somehow given him everything he’d ever wanted, offered him everything he’d ever dreamed of, in one single word. Buck swallowed around the sudden dryness in his throat and dug his fingernails into the heel of his palm hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. But he didn’t wake up. It wasn’t a dream.

His eyes shone as he looked at Eddie. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Eddie repeated, taking a step forward and closing the gap between them. Buck can’t remember who moved first, who kissed who. 

All he remembers is the slowest, sweetest, most perfect kiss of his life. How Eddie’s lips tasted like beer and his hands felt like home. How something inside of him instantly settled, how for the first time in his life, his brain felt quiet and his heart felt whole. 

“Forever,” Buck breathed, the word lost on his lips as Eddie kissed him again. 

And so it was. 

Eddie told his parents a few weeks ago. With Christopher’s birthday coming up, he was hoping they’d be willing to make the trip. He’d called to see if they’d let him fly them out for Christopher’s birthday. Between Buck and Pepa, his birthday party was shaping up to be the event of the decade. He knew the only thing that could make his son happier than the cotton candy machine, video game truck, and four (yes, four ) piñatas already hidden in Eddie’s closet was a surprise visit from his grandparents. 

So he called and asked. They were on board before Eddie could even get to the details, which had Buck sighing with relief from where he sat beside Eddie as he spoke to them. He had placed a reassuring hand on Eddie’s shoulder, his chest swelling as Eddie all but melted into his touch. 

Eddie went on to tell them about their relationship, and Buck waited with bated breath for their reaction. Not that it would change anything about how he felt for Eddie– nothing could– but he knew how important this was to Eddie, how even though his parents had let him down so many times before, there was still some tiny, hopeful part of him eager for their approval. Buck knew the feeling. 

“Are you happy, mijo?” Eddie’s dad had asked. Eddie looked up at Buck, smiling as their eyes met. 

“Yeah,” Eddie answered, holding Buck’s gaze as he spoke. “More than ever.” 

“Then so are we,” Ramon said. 

And now they’re here. Well, they will be if Buck and Eddie ever actually make it to the airport. His stomach churns with anxiety as the traffic inches forward. 

It’s crawling so slowly that he hasn’t even used the gas pedal in the last few minutes, just lifts his foot off the brake every time the car in front moves forward another half a foot. 

The reality of the situation is that Buck spent the last two hours tracking their flight, watching the little airplane icon make its way across New Mexico and Arizona and into California. He announced it was time to leave for the airport a half hour before the Diazes even landed. Eddie had pushed back, pointing out that the airport is only twenty minutes away and it would be at least an hour before his parents landed, deplaned, and got their luggage. 

“But what if they didn’t check a bag?” Buck had asked. Eddie had dropped a kiss to his forehead, smoothing out the worry lines. He didn’t dig his heels in, didn’t insist they could wait. He just walked to the front door and pulled his shoes on, and Buck loved him for it. 

“Your car or mine?”  

And it was a good thing they left when they did. They’ve been in the car for almost an hour, and they still have another two miles to go. Eddie’s parents texted ten minutes ago that they were off the plane and heading to baggage claim, which did absolutely nothing to calm the nerves buzzing beneath Buck’s skin. 

“Let’s go!” Buck shouts at the cars ahead of them, slamming his hands on the steering wheel in frustration. “Should’ve taken La Cienega,” he mumbles, to himself more than anything. 

Eddie places a hand on his thigh, squeezing reassuringly. “It’s okay. You know how many times they were late picking me up from things as a kid? We could show up tomorrow and it still wouldn’t be even.”

And okay, that does help a little bit. It doesn’t make Buck feel better completely, but it does help to untangle the ball nerves that’s formed behind his chest. 

“How are you not going crazy?” Buck asks after a minute, tearing his eyes away from the long line of cars in front of them long enough to glance over at Eddie. 

Eddie shrugs. “Nothing we can do about it.” 

Practically speaking, Eddie’s right. Technically speaking, though, Buck could pull into the shoulder and speed around the congestion. But Eddie had shut that idea down about twenty minutes ago. And again ten minutes ago when Buck looked over at him with what could only be described as mischief in his eyes.

Buck groans, rolling his eyes and knocking the back of his head into the headrest.

Eddie looks at him for a long moment, nothing shy of completely smitten. “You done?” he asks after a beat. 

“No,” Buck says, groaning once more, even louder than before. “Okay, now I am.”

Eddie shakes his head fondly. “Patience is a virtue, Buck.”

“Well, I think hurrying the fuck up should be a virtue,” Buck grumbles.  

Eddie snorts, reaching for the radio and flipping through stations until he finds one that’s playing music instead of a commercial. “Oh, this is a good song!” he says excitedly, turning to Buck expectantly. 

Buck gives him a blank look in return. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard this before.  

“Wait, seriously?” Eddie asks incredulously. “It’s Stevie Nicks!” 

Buck shrugs. He’s already grinning like an idiot, enjoying every second of watching Eddie get all excited over a song on the radio. But nothing– nothing could prepare him for the wave of adoration that crashes over him as Eddie starts to sing along. 

“You can talk to me,” Eddie sings. “T-T-T-Talk to me.” He draws out the last word, smiling as he looks over at Buck.  “Come on, you know this song!” he insists. 

“I don’t!” 

Even if he did, Buck wouldn’t admit to it now. Not if it meant he’d lose his front-row seat to this epic performance. 

“This is the best part,” Eddie says, reaching for the dial and turning it louder before turning to Buck. “Let the walls burn down, set your secrets free.” He grins, reaching for Buck and cupping his chin in his hands. “You can break their bounds, cause you’re safe with me.” 

And god, if that isn’t the truth. Buck has never felt safer with anyone than he has with Eddie. 

When he was growing up in Hershey, there was this game all the neighborhood kids used to play at the town pool. They’d take turns swimming out in pairs to the middle of the deep end, reaching up and grabbing opposite edges of the diving board. Then, they’d hang off the edge for as long as they could, until someone dropped into the water and the other was crowned the victor. Buck has vivid memories of dangling there, knuckles white and muscles burning, determined to hang on longer than the kid opposite him. 

Most of his friends would drop off the second they beat their opponent, but not Buck. He’d stay on until he physically couldn’t any more. Until his face would burn red, his muscles would ache, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hold on any longer.

So much of his life has felt the same– like he’s hanging on the edge, desperate to just keep holding on, to get a better grip on it all. And then he met Eddie. And suddenly, it was like the first summer where they started playing in teams instead of one on one. 

Everything was easier. 

He was still hanging there, still on the edge, but it was easier. He wasn’t on his own. When it got to be too much for him, there was someone beside him ready to tag him out, ready to share in the burden. 

And it didn’t hurt anymore. He felt like he could hold on forever.

3.

Buck loves Eddie’s house. 

He loves his own place, too– the loft has been good to him– but it’s not the same. It’s never felt like home. Not in the way that Eddie’s house does. 

It took him a while to realize that’s what the feeling was. He spent the first two and a half decades of his life never really feeling at home anywhere. The feeling was so foreign to him that he didn’t recognize it once he had it. He knew that the ever-present current of anxiety thrumming beneath his skin suddenly quieted each time he was at Eddie’s. It was the same thing that happened every time he walked into the 118. 

He just didn’t realize the feeling had a name at first. 

Eddie’s house feels like home in a way his loft never has. In a way Abby’s place never did. In a way that his old apartment and all of the places he lived before landing at the 118 never did. 

In a way his childhood home never did. 

Not that Buck’s loft is all bad. It’s the first place he truly ever felt was his. It was the backdrop for some of the best moments in his life. Some of the worst, too. The loft is where he told Eddie he loved him for the first time. The loft is where Eddie said it back, not even a heartbeat later. 

The loft is where Eddie first squeezed Buck’s hand three times, an unspoken I love you that quickly became woven into the fabric of their everyday lives. Three squeezes across the center console in the car just because. Three taps on the knee in the back of the engine as they pull up to a call. Three kisses stolen as they stand at the stove in their pajamas, flipping pancakes on Saturday mornings. 

I love you. I love you. I love you. 

And the loft does feel like home sometimes. It hasn't always, not the way that Eddie’s place always has. But sometimes. Like when when he wakes up to slow kisses and the smell of coffee as early-morning sunlight pours through the windows. When contagious laughter and video game sound effects echo off the high ceilings. And when his eyes catch on the second toothbrush beside his in the cup next to the bathroom sink. 

And on nights like these, when he and Eddie are here together. Alone together. When Buck’s laid out on the bed, sheets that smell like Eddie balled up in his fists as breathy moans fall from his lips.

They’ve been caught up in each other since the day started bleeding into night, since pink and purple streaks crept into the blue sky, melting away into a deep, inky nighttime. Moonlight flooded through the windows, painting the walls in shadow as they held onto each other hard enough to leave marks and swapped bruising kisses that somehow still felt reverent. 

It’s perfect. It’s absolutely everything. 

Buck doesn’t know how he ever lived without this.

He’ll be the first to admit he’s had a lot of sex. Like… a lot of sex. 

He’ll also be the first to admit that sex with Eddie is the best he’s ever had. Tenfold. By a landslide. No competition. 

The first time was a revelation. It was as exhilarating as the first leap off the diving board at the start of the summer season, as refreshing as that first clean breath after breaking the water’s surface. The kind that has your lungs burning and your heart flying up against your ribcage in the very best way. 

It was slow and hot and absolutely perfect. 

A chill dances up Buck’s spine every time he thinks about it. How his skin sparked to life beneath Eddie’s touch. How the reverence in Eddie’s voice as he murmured Buck’s name had his heart soaring, his lips curling into a smile. How Eddie’s kiss brought with it the thrill of setting off on a new adventure and the grounding comfort of coming home all at once. 

And the fact that Eddie can do things with his tongue that Buck’s only ever seen in his wildest, filthiest dreams doesn’t hurt either. 

Buck spent the first few days waiting for the bubble to pop, expecting the initial flame to snuff out. Surely it was too good to be true. There was no way sex could be this good all the time, right? 

Except it’s been months now, and it’s still just as good. Better, even, if that’s possible. The spark beneath Buck’s skin that was fanned into a flame beneath Eddie’s touch has only managed to burn brighter since that first night. 

He can’t get enough.

He’s on his forearms and his knees tonight, Eddie draped over his back. He’s long since lost track of where he ends and Eddie begins, lost all concept of anything except the hot, filthy drag of Eddie’s cock inside him as he falls apart beneath each languid thrust. 

Eddie drops a kiss to Buck’s shoulder, and every nerve ending in Buck’s body feels like it fires at once. He gasps, pants, dissolves into broken-off moans and hushed cries of please and Eddie and baby . He feels like he’s glowing, ecstasy shimmering in his veins. 

“More,” Buck whines. He doesn’t mean to sound like he’s begging, but it comes out needy and desperate. He turns his head, hiding his face in the pillow as a blush creeps onto his cheeks. 

The next thing he feels is Eddie’s hand on his face, his fingers on his jaw, a warm and welcome weight as he turns Buck’s face to the side. 

“Talk to me, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs, pressing a hot kiss to Buck’s temple. His breath is warm against Buck’s skin, and it sends sparks dancing across Buck’s skin. “Tell me what you want. Let me hear you.” 

Buck wants to be closer, wants to feel it tomorrow, wants to forget everything except Eddie inside him. Eddie’s fingers on his hips. Eddie’s lips on his neck. 

“Want to see you,” Buck breathes. “Want you to turn me over and fuck me like I’m yours.”

Eddie doesn’t have to be told twice. 

4.

They’re standing in the cereal aisle when Eddie’s phone rings. Buck has a box of store brand Cheerios in one hand and a box of Frosted Flakes in the other. Christopher loves them both equally and the grocery list they made during a slow stretch on shift last night says cereal in Eddie’s neat capital letters. But it doesn’t specify which kind, but it doesn’t have to. They both know what Christopher likes. Buck can’t eat either one of them without thinking of the week Eddie spent in the hospital with a bullet hole in his chest. But Christopher loves them. 

Buck holds the boxes up to Eddie as if to ask which one? 

Eddie looks between the boxes, considering the choices. 

“Both?” Buck suggests.

“Both,” Eddie nods, taking the boxes from Buck and placing them in the shopping cart. Buck would be lying if he said he was fully present. As much as he loves this– running errands with Eddie after a slow, quiet shift together– his mind is elsewhere today. He hopes it’s not obvious, but he suspects it is, if Eddie’s lingering looks are any indication. 

He’s about to say something when Eddie’s phone rings. One look at the caller ID has him swearing under his breath, picking up the call immediately. Buck can only hear Eddie’s side of the conversation, but it’s all he needs. “Hello?... Oh, no… Yeah, of course. We’ll be right there… Is he doing alright? … We’re on the way now… Can you let him know?... Yeah, thank you.”

“What happened?” Buck asks the second Eddie pulls the phone from his ear to hang up the call. 

Eddie sighs. “Stomach bug.” 

The rest of their list is abandoned in favor of getting through the checkout and out of the store as quickly as possible, with only a quick stop for crackers and Pedialyte on the way to the register. 

A couple minutes into the cross-town drive to Christopher’s school, Eddie’s hand comes to rest just above Buck’s knee.  

The familiar touch pulls Buck out of his own mind. It’s only then that he realizes he was staring out the window so intently his vision had begun to go blurry. He blinks slowly, his vision returning to normal as he looks over at Eddie behind the wheel. Eddie’s looking at him expectantly. Shit. He must’ve said something when Buck was zoned out. 

“Hmm?” Buck asks, blinking again. “Sorry.”

Eddie looks over at him as the truck rolls to a stop at a red light. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Buck shrugs. “Tired,” he lies. Well, technically, he is tired. They just got off shift, after all. But he and Eddie both know that’s not the reason why he’s been quieter than usual. 

“That all?” Eddie asks gently. 

Buck hesitates. He wants to talk to Eddie, longs for his advice and his assurances and the way he always manages to hear even the things Buck doesn’t voice out loud. 

“It can wait,” he says. At least that’s closer to the truth. It can wait. Until Christopher is better.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Why should it have to? Whatever it is, it’s bothering you.” 

Buck shrugs. Hesitates. “Christopher is sick. It–” 

Eddie shoots Buck a knowing look, cutting him off. “So?” 

Buck sighs. “I don’t know. I don’t want to be dropping a burden on your shoulders when you already have a sick kid to take care of.”

“First of all, we have a sick kid to take care of,” Eddie points out. “You’re on vomit duty this time. Or did you forget that you owe me one after November First?” 

Buck can’t help but laugh at that. “In my defense, I was sick too!” 

“You’re thirty years old,” Eddie reminds him. “You should know better than to eat that much Halloween candy in one sitting.” 

“Christopher is smart for his age,” Buck points out. “Maybe he’s the one who should’ve known better.”

“Maybe you both need supervision when candy’s involved.”

“Maybe,” Buck concedes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“Second of all,” Eddie continues, steering their conversation back on track. “You are never a burden.” His voice is more serious now, more matter-of-fact. He’s not leaving any room for interpretation or argument. 

Buck tries anyway. “But–” 

“I’m serious.” Eddie squeezes Buck's knee reassuringly. Once. Twice. Three times. “Baby,” he says, his voice soft, gentle. “Please talk to me. Let me help.” 

Buck absolutely melts. Between the pet name and the soft look in Eddie’s eyes, he folds almost instantly. 

“My parents want to come and stay for a bit,” he says. “My dad texted me last night when we were getting back from the car fire on Wilshire.” 

Eddie nods slowly. He makes a valiant effort to hide the disdain that creeps into his expression at Buck’s mention of his parents. He doesn’t quite succeed, but it’s successful in reminding Buck just how much he loves this man. As if he could ever forget. 

“How do you feel about that?” Eddie asks, turning back to the road as the light turns green.  

Buck shrugs. “I don’t know if I’m ready to see them yet.” He expects the truth to burn on his tongue, but it doesn’t. The sky doesn’t come crashing down on him, the ground doesn’t open up and swallow him whole. Eddie doesn’t give him a disgusted look and tell him he’s a terrible son and an even worse human being for thinking such a thing, let alone saying it out loud. 

“No one could fault you for that,” is what Eddie says instead. “You’re still healing.”

Eddie’s response is so simple, so genuine– as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. It splits something in Buck’s chest wide open. 

“I– I’ve talked to them on the phone a couple of times since their visit last year,” Buck says. He’s been working really hard in therapy, and to their credit, he knows his parents have been trying on their end, too. But still, the thought of seeing them again has uneasiness curling in his gut and anxiety thrumming beneath his skin. “But… I don’t know. In-person is different.”

“Definitely,” Eddie agrees, pulling into the school parking lot. Buck can tell he’s trying his best to push past his own personal grudge against Phillip and Margaret for Buck’s sake, and something about that makes Buck love him even more. 

“I– I’m just…” Buck’s voice trails off. He sighs. “I’m not sure what to do.”

Eddie pulls into a visitor’s spot and shifts the truck into park before turning to face Buck properly. “That’s okay,” Eddie assures him. “You don’t have to have all the answers.”

He brushes his thumb over Buck’s jaw, which is when Buck realizes he’s chewing on his bottom lip so hard it’s a miracle he hasn’t drawn blood. He releases it, sighs, and admits, “I wish I did.” 

“Can I tell you what you do have?”

Buck nods. There’s not a thing on Earth that Buck could ever deny him. Beyond that, too. Eddie could ask him for a piece of the moon and all the stars in the night sky and Buck would find a way. 

“You have great instincts,” Eddie says. “Trust yourself.”

“I distinctly remember you telling me I lack basic survival instincts,” Buck points out. 

Eddie rolls his eyes fondly. “Certain instances notwithstanding,” he amends. “You should trust your gut.” 

“You also have time,” Eddie continues. “You don’t have to give them an answer yet.” 

Buck nods. Eddie’s right. He doesn’t have to rush into a decision– potentially the wrong one– just because some part of him feels like he owes his parents a quick response. He doesn’t owe them much of anything. And he certainly doesn't need to take on discomfort to ease theirs.  He knows that. Eddie is quick to remind him any time he forgets. 

“And you have a family here who loves you and who will support you no matter what you decide.”

Buck wonders how Eddie does that. How he always knows exactly what to say, exactly how to say it. How he isn’t scared of the darkness that sometimes swirls inside Buck’s mind. How he always manages to ease his way inside, to chase the darkness away and let the light in its place. He’s fearless in the face of the things that bring Buck to his knees and Buck has never loved anyone in the way he loves this man. 

“Eddie,” Buck breathes. He’s not sure he could find any more words if he tried. 

Eddie’s hand on the side of Buck’s face is a grounding weight, a welcome touch tethering him to this moment and keeping him from floating away or melting into the seat, especially when Eddie tips his chin up, seeking out his gaze, and says, “We’ll figure it out together.” 

“Thank you,” Buck says, meeting him for a kiss. They keep it quick, lest they get carried away in the school parking lot about to pick up a vomiting child. “Let’s go,” he says, pulling back and unbuckling his seatbelt. Eddie smiles at him fondly as they get out of the truck. 

Five minutes later, Buck is holding the front door of the school open as Eddie carries a very sick, very tired Christopher to the car. Buck knows for a fact that his next 24 hours are going to be filled with vomit and thermometers and disinfectant and reminding Eddie to breathe through his mouth so he doesn’t gag. But they’ll be together. They’ll figure it out together.

There’s nothing in the world that sounds better.

5.

The tension began rising as they headed out of the firehouse and across the parking lot to Buck’s Jeep. Silence stretched between them, hanging heavy in the air as Buck pulled onto the main road.

Around the corner from Eddie’s, he decides he can’t take it anymore. “Okay, what?” he asks, turning to face Eddie as they wait at a red light. 

“What?” Eddie asks. Buck can’t help but notice how tired Eddie looks. It was far from the longest or weirdest shift they ever had, and their last call had them back at the station and in their bunks a little after two o’clock. Bobby had sent everyone to wash up and get some sleep as soon as they got back, but the alarm never rang again. Buck had slept straight through until Eddie nudged him awake a few minutes before shift change at seven. He had assumed Eddie had done the same, but he’s wondering now, given the sunken-in circles beneath Eddie’s eyes, if he’s mistaken. 

"What ?” Buck echoes, pulling into Eddie’s driveway and parking behind his truck. “What do you mean what? You’ve barely said a word to me in twelve hours.” 

He gets out of the car, and it’s possible that he closes the door a little harder than he needs to. 

“That’s not true,” Eddie slams his own door, too. 

“Yes it is.” Buck’s well aware of how petulant he sounds, but he can’t find it in himself to care. Eddie unlocks the front door, holding it open for Buck before following him inside and closing the door behind them. 

Buck doesn’t miss the significance of it. How even when they’re fighting– even if Eddie won’t admit that they’re fighting– Eddie still holds the door for him. He still holds out a hand to take Buck’s coat and hang it up beside his own. He still stomps over to the thermostat and kicks it up two degrees because he knows Buck runs cold. 

Not a day goes by when he doesn’t feel like the luckiest man in the world, having the privilege of knowing a love like this. 

“You’re mad at me,” Buck says, following Eddie into the kitchen. “Aren’t you?”

He doesn’t mean to sound so needy, so desperate. An older version of himself would hate that, but he’s never felt like he’s had to pretend around Eddie. 

Eddie heaves a sigh, opening a cabinet and pulling the can of coffee grounds down. “Drop it, Buck.”

“That’s not a no.” 

“Buck,” Eddie warns, stabbing at the buttons on the coffee pot like they’ve personally offended him. As soon as it starts brewing, he opens the dishwasher and starts pulling out clean dishes. Buck starts putting plates away as Eddie reaches for the silverware basket. 

“Be careful,” Buck warns, having visions of Eddie accidentally impaling his hand on a fork in his haste.

“Don’t talk to me about being careful after you chased a drunk driver last night,” Eddie shoots back. 

There it is.

“I wasn’t in any danger,” he says. He’s not sure why he thinks that line will work on Eddie. It definitely didn’t work on Bobby, who laid into him as soon as they got back to the station. 

Eddie scoffs. “What were you thinking?” he demands.

“I don’t know,” Buck says with a noncommittal shrug. He knows Eddie’s not going to like that answer. But he’s not going to lie, either.

“You weren’t thinking!” Eddie all but shouts. “You got on that bike without any regard for your safety.”

Buck hasn’t seen him mad like this in… god, he doesn't even know how long. Maybe since the day he got all broody and finger-pointy in the grocery store during Buck’s lawsuit. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on a little bit. But a quick read of the room determines it’s neither the time nor the place to dig into that a little more. 

“My safety?” Buck scoffs. “It’s a bike, Eddie, not an infantry tank.”

“A bike that had already been hit once by the driver you started chasing after!” Eddie argues. “Or did you forget about the broken fibula and the four totaled cars he left in his wake?”

And– well, okay. Eddie has a point there. But it’ll be a cold day in hell when Buck gives him the satisfaction. “It’s not a big deal,” he insists.

“Not a big deal,” Eddie echoes. “Not a big deal? You could have died!” 

“But I didn’t,” Buck points out. 

“But you could have. And then what?” All the fight is gone from Eddie’s voice. He looks absolutely destroyed. 

It’s now, in the light of the morning, that Buck notices just how heavy the circles beneath Eddie’s eyes are, confirming his suspicions that he hadn’t slept much last night– if at all. His hair is sticking out, broken free from its gelled-down hold more than it’s ever been at the end of shift. Buck’s never been a betting man, but he’d put every penny to his name down on odds that Eddie spent much of the night pulling at his hair, tugging on it in the way he tends to when big feelings swell up inside him like waves at high tide, threatening to consume him. 

Touch has always been Eddie’s anchor, the thing that grounds him when his mind starts to drift away. He needs to feel something, feel grounded. It makes sense to Buck that Eddie tugs at his own hair when it all gets to be too much. But he’d be lying if he said there wasn't a pang of guilt in his chest knowing that he’s partly to blame.

It hits twice as hard when he thinks about how he spent his night— sleeping soundly in the next bunk, without a clue that Eddie was lying awake beside him, his sleep held hostage by his own thoughts. 

“I’m sorry,” Buck says. There are silent promises in his apology, unsaid vows behind the two small words. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry.

Eddie knows. Buck can tell from the way his face softens, the way that tears fill his eyes as he holds Buck’s gaze. Eddie knows. 

“I– I can’t,” Eddie begins. “I can’t lose you. Okay? I–”  

Buck nods, cutting him off and pulling him into a hug. “I know,” he murmurs. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.” 

“I can’t lose you,” Eddie says again, his words muffled against Buck’s neck. 

Buck takes a long, deep breath. He holds Eddie close, presses three tiny kisses to the top of his head, and makes the one promise he knows isn’t his to keep. 

“You won’t.” 

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Eddie’s voice is the first thing he hears. 

He’s not sure where he is, or why everything feels so heavy. He can’t lift his arms. Can’t open his eyes. Something’s beeping steadily in the background. But everything’s okay. Eddie’s here.

“You’re gonna be okay, Buck,” Eddie says. His voice is wobbly. Unsteady in a way it never is. “You’re gonna wake up.” He clears his throat. Sniffles. 

It sounds like he’s been crying, and something about that has Buck feeling like his heart might split in two. 

“You’re gonna wake up,” Eddie repeats. “You’re gonna wake up and you’re gonna talk to me about psychedelic fish off the coast of Indonesia and the newest moon they found in Jupiter’s orbit and the chances of being struck by lightning. You’re gonna be fine, baby.”

“I’m not gonna lose you,” Eddie says, brushing Buck’s hair back and letting his hand linger, cupping the side of his face gently. “You promised.” 

Buck registers the weight of Eddie’s hand in his own, their fingers laced together. 

It takes all of his strength, everything he has. But he squeezes.

Once. Twice. Three times.

#my writing #take a shot every time i use the word 'fond' in this fic #also every time i make a swimming pool reference #yeah i know #i'm just as confused about that one as u are #if you've been on my blog before it will not surprise you to know that princessfbi enabled me and is to blame for this #buddie #buddie fic #911 6x10 #6x10 coda #kinda?? #coda adjacent #evan buckley #eddie diaz #this is pretty soft i'm not gonna lie #there's also a lil bit of sex so be warned if that's not your thing #minors dni #buck x eddie

[missmeinyourbones]

haikyuu boys as icks

because my favorite thing is humbling men and fictional men are no exception | aot version & jjk version

atsumu:

does that thing where he "forgets to know your name" so he doesn't look obsessed with you, but in reality he just looks like a douchebag LOL he's comes up to you all nonchalant like "y/n, right?" as if he doesn't follow you on ig and like all of ur pics....and he thinks it makes him look so cool and popular and mysterious and then u look him dead in the eye and ur like "yeah, you're osamu, right?" he's humbled very quickly

osamu:

when he’s really tired or clingy, he talks in a baby voice :/ sometimes even refers to himself in the third person :/ just typing this rn is making me frown with disappointment. like yeah atsumu may be the more dramatic twin, but thats only bc he’s shameless in public. behind closed doors, osamu is right there w/ him. you find him pouting on the couch after a long day like “osamu wants cuddles >:(” or “can we make dinner together i’m hungwy >:(” big offender of the “sowwy” and “pwease” agenda. arrest him

suna:

is the embodiment of that one trend where you tell guys they look like they can’t swim and they get so unnecessarily defensive about it LOL. you say he “gives off a vibe that he can’t swim that well” and hes DISTRAUGHT...immediately whipping out all of his cards to prove you wrong like “obviously i can swim, wtf let’s go find a public pool rn and i’ll show you how good i can swim” also gets you back in such a ruthless way like “okay, but i can. and you look like you don’t know how to read.” feelings end up hurt on both ends :/

hinata:

whenever you guys go to the store, he holds up the line because he’s like “oh, i have a coupon for that!!! :)” but it's never convenient at all. it could be for the most minuscule or absurd products too, like toilet paper or ballpoint pens, and he’s digging through his wallet once you guys reach the register. like baby AREN’T YOU A PRO ATHLETE???? i think you can afford the extra $1.42 for granola bars. you bring up the idea of him having the coupon ready before he gets in line and he’s like “idk i don't wanna hold it for that long 🥱”

kageyama:

LEAVES HIS BEARD HAIR IN THE SINK AFTER SHAVING. oh my god, i am making myself angry rn. you rinse it out every single time and when you ask him if he knows what happens to all of his little trimmings, he’s just like “idk....i guess they just evaporate or slide down over time” when you literally clean up after him like a maid :I he makes me sick (inspired by that one tiktok of the oblivious husband and knowing wife)

bokuto:

doesnt understand politics so he just labels himself as “non-political” which comes across as him just being douchey :/ it makes him look so ignorant when he first tells you :/ like a man who thinks he’s too good to be socially and politically aware bc it doesn't affect him / when in reality, politics just really isn't his forte academically and he’s never learned the basics of it :/ because he is really smart ok i stand by this!!!! he’s a scholar and a college grad...he just only focuses on his areas of interest. take a gov course baby expand ur horizons

akaashi:

if you ask him those silly hypothetical relationship questions (the ones where you just want him to say something sweet, something that proves he loves you) he is not having it in the slightest. you ask him “would you still love me if i was a worm?” and he’s deadly serious like “no? one, that's not even possible. two, if i’m ever attracted to a worm then i need to be constrained and arrested. three, i think that’s really wrong for you to expect me to seamlessly deal with that big of a transition in our relationship--” and you have to be like OH MY GODDD OKAYYYYY IT WAS A TEST!!!  AND YOU FAILED!!!

kuroo:

millennial core LOLLLLLLL im sorry. he posts a pic of him after he gets his hair cut and captions it “just did a thing! :P” EWWWW my toes are curling rn. he takes his selfies from the highest mom facebook angle and does the signature middle aged white man smirk. if he ever films a video of himself it’s so cringy bc he does the millennial zoom in and talks as if he’s a movie protagonist. attends a single work meeting and claims he’s “adulting 😂” at the ripe age of 27

oikawa:

when he really likes you, he does that thing where he's like "you're just not like other girls/people!!!! you're so different!!!!!!" you do basic human things like don't constantly wear makeup or eat whatever you please and he's like "i love how you can be so real around me, you're so quirky <3" you shave your legs or do your hair and he’s like “baby you don’t have to do all of this for me!!!!” he’s never touched a woman in his life. self unaware king 

iwaizumi: 

swears that period cramps are not that bad and that people who get periods over-exaggerate to make men (or people who don’t get periods in general) feel guilty about not dealing with them. believes with his entire chest that “getting kicked in the balls” is equivalent to the pain of childbirth. one day you jokingly buy one of those period cramp simulator machines and hook him up to it. he's all “i’m gonna be fine babe” and “it probably just feels like a stomach ache”.... he doesnt get past the 3rd setting and is holding back tears when you finally turn it off 

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[pollenallergie]

18+ only!!

do not interact if you’re under 18 years old!

some random best friend!Eddie headcanons bc I feel like it:

Eddie has several pairs of holiday-themed socks and he wears them year round. You can frequently catch him sporting Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer socks, regardless of the season. <3

When Eddie was like 8 or 9, he went through a phase where he only wanted spaghetti-o’s for dinner every night, so your mom started calling him “Eddie Spaghetti.” <3

Little kids love Eddie. He doesn’t know why, but they sort of gravitate toward him. That said, he certainly doesn’t mind; he thinks it’s adorable. He’s just naturally very good with kids. <3

You two have matching tattoos. His says “billy” and yours says “silly,” in reference to an inside joke from when you were little. <3

You and Eddie always manage to get sick at the same time. Always. Wayne and your mom used to take turns staying home to take care of you two when you were little, but now you two little sicklings just take care of each other. <3

After every single holiday meal, you both sneak off to your bedroom to sleep off the impending food coma in your bed. It’s a tradition you’ve had since you were ten. <3

Eddie is your grandma’s favorite grandchild, even though he’s not technically her grandchild. <3

The first time you smoked weed, you got so high that Eddie called you “space cadet” the whole night. He now calls you that every time you get high. <3

Whenever Eddie goes to the gas station to pick up a new pack of cigarettes, he’ll grab your favorite candy for you. <3

You’re insecure about your laugh (not your cute little giggle, but your genuine, unrestrained laugh), but it’s one of Eddie’s favorite things about you. <3

You and Eddie have a rule about getting each other christmas and birthday presents since you both grew up with little money. The rule is that you can only make things for each other. For the most part, you both adhere to this rule completely. However, you’ve both been known to break it every once and a while in favor of getting something extra special for each other. For example, you had splurged on Metallica tickets for Eddie’s 18th birthday. Likewise, he’d spent entirely too much money on a special edition gift set of your favorite book series last christmas. <3

You and Eddie used to put on plays for your mom and Uncle Wayne when you were kids. Honestly, you’d continued to do so for far longer than either of you would like to admit. <3

Eddie’s so close with your family that he even bickers with your siblings like they’re his own. <3

Eddie takes your dog to the park at least once a week for quality “bro time,” as he likes to call it. <3

He also helped name your dog when you’d first gotten him. He’d named him Philby after the Rory Gallagher song, only to later learn that the title for that song came from the name of a British spy who’d worked as a double agent for the Soviets. oopsies. <3

Wayne takes you, Eddie, and your family camping near the Indiana Dunes every single summer, and has done so since you were ten. <3

When Eddie was a kid, he had a black cat named Samwise. Unfortunately, Samwise passed away when Eddie was thirteen. You’d both cried about it for weeks. </3

You and Eddie both hate the public pool, Eddie because he’s the town pariah, and you because people always look at you weirdly when you wear a swimsuit and it makes you feel insecure. So, in the summertime, you’ll often sneak Eddie into your dad’s backyard after he leaves for work in the morning, that way you two can spend the whole day swimming without being subjected to ridicule from the other Hawkins residents. <3

Wayne has a copy of every single one of your school pictures much like your mom has a copy of every single one of Eddie’s. <3

Eddie learned how to make pot brownies after you’d expressed an interest in trying them. <3

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie’s written multiple songs for you. <3

He gets your mom a mother’s day present every year. He also gets Wayne a father’s day present every year. <3

Your mom packed lunches for the both of you until she finally cut you off freshman year, hoping to urge you both to become more independent. <3

Your dad paid for you to go to summer camp in the summer between sixth and seventh grade, and, while you were gone, you’d made a total of six sets of matching friendship bracelets for you and Eddie. Only one of them survived to adulthood, and he still wears it to this day. <3

For his birthday one year, you’d made him a scrapbook filled with pictures of the both of you. Unbeknownst to you, he’d continued to add pictures to it until it was completely full. <3

Eddie cries every single time he watches Bambi. <3

Eddie also cries when he watches Old Yeller. <3

Eddie took you to see The Color Purple when it was released in theaters. He cried during that movie as well. <3

Eddie won a story-writing contest in the sixth grade and, again, in the seventh grade. <3

Eddie only lies about the most inconsequential and random shit. Like he’ll tell some extremely thorough, elaborate lie about the etymology of a word just for shits and giggles. He’s a very convincing liar too, which makes it even funnier when you’re in on the joke. <3

Eddie doesn’t believe that he’s a good writer, just that he’s a good bullshitter. You assure him that he’s far too good at both of those things. <3

Eddie prefers to start his Sunday mornings with a good, ole fashioned wake n bake followed by an unreasonable amount of chocolate chip pancakes. <3

In the wintertime, he walks around the trailer cocooned in the fuzzy blanket that your mom got him for christmas one year. It’s adorable. <3

Eddie has surprisingly steady hands which you frequently take advantage of by asking him to paint your nails. <3

He hugs you very frequently because he just likes hugging you, okay? Don’t make it weird! (his words, not mine). And, believe me, this man gives the best hugs. <3

Eddie talks in his sleep, but his words are usually so slurred and garbled that you can’t understand them. <3

Eddie and Wayne also collect beer coozies, in addition to their collection of hats and mugs. Seriously, they have an inordinate amount of beer coozies. And they just whip them out, unprompted, all the time. Are you drinking a soda? Well, hey, they’ve got a coozie for ya! Hell, they’ll even use them on glasses of water. <3

Wayne’s a big NASCAR fan and he even took you and Eddie to the Indy 500 once. You were both bored out of your minds the entire time, but grateful nonetheless. <3

You guys even stayed in the train-car hotel for that trip which, as eight-year-olds, you both found insanely cool. <3

Wayne frequently goes to your mom for parenting advice. <3

Wayne also played matchmaker for your mom and her boyfriend, Hank, one of his coworkers from the plant. They’ve been together for two years now. <3

She’d repaid the favor by setting him up with the receptionist from her office, Marie. They’ve been together for almost a year now. <3

Wayne and your mom have been trying to play matchmaker between you and Eddie for years now, but you’re both too damn oblivious. <3

Eddie tried to teach you how to ride a bike when you were eleven, but you fell once and never attempted again. So, before he’d gotten his license, he’d either let you stand on the back of his bike and hold onto him or he’d let you sit on the handlebars. <3

Eddie wants to get a motorcycle one day just because he thinks you’d look hot perched on the back of one. <3

Eddie’s first car, before the van, was your mom’s old station wagon. <3

You and Eddie both talk a lot, so you have a bad habit of interrupting each other, but, it’s hard to get mad about that given how much you both like listening to each other talk. <3

You two used to argue a lot as kids, mostly because you’re both stubborn, but now you hardly ever butt heads. You’re both still incredibly stubborn, but are now more willing to compromise, at least with each other. <3

You’ve never missed one of Corroded Coffin’s shows. <3

Eddie loves naps, can’t get enough of ‘em. <3

Eddie’s superpower is his ability to sleep anywhere. Once, when there was a tornado during school, he’d fallen asleep on the tile floor of the hallway of Hawkin’s Middle while in that protective, crouched position that you’d all been forced to sit in. It was honestly impressive. <3

You have asthma, so Eddie’s developed a habit of keeping one of your spare rescue inhalers on him at all times. The one he’s got for you is technically expired, but he figures it’s better than nothing. <3

Eddie loves it when you play with his hair. He even lets you brush it for him. <3

Eddie guilt trips you into giving him back rubs by faking a sore back and complaining about how awful his mattress is. Truthfully, Eddie quite likes his bed, it’s much better than the one he’d slept in when he lived with his dad, but he’s willing to throw ole reliable under the bus if it means getting a free back rub. He’s been using that trick since he was nine. Of course, his intentions are purely wholesome in nature; he really just loves your back rubs. <3

He’ll frequently return the favor by giving you shoulder and neck rubs because he knows that you carry a lot of tension there. <3

Eddie has a framed picture of you two together on his dresser. <3

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[crunchyfield]

What is Minecraft's gravitational constant value ?

This post is a follow up to this one, in which we found out Minecraft's acceleration due to gravity value :

When I say gravitational constant, I imply the one regarding players because it depends on the acceleration due to gravity which itself depends on entities in Minecraft (otherwise it's mostly inconsistant).

I'm not gonna lie this topic is way harder than its prequel, and I DID NOT see anything on the internet (not to say there isn't anything) talking about it (so if you wanna argue on smth pls source what your saying).. actually nobody really searched for Minecraft's gravitational constant value.

So here we are looking into that.

First of all, one thing to know is that a Minecraft world spreads over 30 million blocks in each direction of the orthonormal basis (here I'm referring to absolute distances) in 2 dimensions (in every direction except in altitude) :

From this we can calculate the area from a square-like perspective :

Now most people assume Minecraft´s earth to be a cubic planet but this would mean that a player falling from a certain height get a different falling time depending on the place you are (on corners especially).

After testing it out, I ended up noticing a player's falling time is approximately the same regardless of the place you fall from (from a given height) which only means one thing, Minecraft earth is a spherical planet (might sound very odd to you but it is indeed logical).

Besides, using the area we calculated and the sphere area formula, we can solve for the radius :

Since we have got both Minecraft earth's radius & Minecraft's acceleration due to gravity value, we can (re)try to use Newton's law of attraction :

Then after simplifying and solving for the gravitational constant with Newton's second law of motion, we still gotta figure out Minecraft's planet's density (as we can determine the volume, it's better to search for density rather than mass).

Unfortunately, substituting formulas in equations, making linear systems, the gravitational constant as well as the density always checked out :(

Even after introducing more formulas (like the kappa formula or the escape velocity formula) it couldn't be any more relevant :/

There seems to be something wrong but long after hours upon hours of researches (and dozen liters of sweat that could fulfill a whole swimming pool lol) I realised we could proceed by identification going back to this formula :

A product of 2 unknowns equals a constant (as g and the radius are known).. interesting...

Guess what, in order to proceed by identification, let's dispatch known parameters and constants as well :

Let's now see the numerical approximations of each physical quantities using real-world values beforehand :

Okay so what's important is to look at the scale order of the inverse of the radius, it's a 10^-7 order and it's pretty close to the actual universe's gravitational constant standing with a 10^-11 scale order.

So let us add a 10^3/10^3 in the following way :

We get to see that 1/(radius*10^3) has got (practically) a scale order of 10^-11.. we're steadily stepping towards the answer guys : )

I also want to point out g*10^3 and density p (rho) scale orders are even.

Which in fact means :

where :

If we break down π into sqrt(π) * sqrt(π) in this manner we get :

with :

Consequently, applying numerical values related to our real-life solar system & earth results in values infinitesimally nearing the actual approxs (it's demonstrated through relative gap calculations being less than 1 %) ;)

hence :

respective relative gaps :

Furthermore, since we study Minecraft's earth planet, we can use the previous final formulas to calculate approximations of both Minecraft's planet related gravitational constant value and density value (as Minecraft suggests a similar solar system to ours in which its earth belongs in) :

Okay we got what we wanted, but let me suggest you a quick understanding to check the coherence of our results.

Take a close a look at that formula identified from Newton's law of attraction, we know G (gravitational constant) tends to zero (its value is so small it´s almost zero: about 6.67*10^-11 m^3 • s^-2 • kg^-1) and the radius being a large number.In order to get a final value greater than 1, earth's mass have got to be really large & so the density.

In the case of Minecraft, as the radius is larger and we know the overall division value is approximately 3.23 greater than the real-life one which makes it obvious Minecraft earth's mass, density & volume are greater for sure.

So that's pretty much what we had to do to get an approx of Minecraft planet's related gravitational constant.

Sidenote: It's just a hypothesis, I wanted to make something plausible, cuz assuming our earth's properties to make calculations haven't really satisfied me and isn't correct to apply in a video game (plus people making these assumptions usually don't explain why they use them for a given case).

Also, I'm aware the units aren't possibly correct but all you need is a reference value which wouldn't change the results (1.0 {insert appropriate unit} ) with units making up for the wrong ones.

Edit: For sussy bakas, I solved the whole thing symbolically at first and only (purposefully) numerically displayed intermediate results to picture a significant value but didn't till the final results offline :p

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[alloftheimagines]

billy hargrove | the sauna test

masterlist | ko-fi

words: 3.1k

warnings: 18+

spoilers for season three "the sauna test", mentions of abuse and violence, flayed!reader, brief references to sex

prompt: Could you possibly do a billy x reader but the reader is controlled by the mind flayer or something among those lines. I kinda imagine it like s3 and billy noticed you acting weird and so did everyone else. So they come with the sauna test and billy is their when they do it obvi. He doesn't like the idea of the sauna test but does it for your safety. If they are able to get the mind flayer out of her, he starts comforting her and giving her affection. But I would like one like that if you could. Basically just a Billy x controlled reader :)

It starts with you standing him up. Billy had been waiting for you. Wanting you. But you never showed, though you’d arranged to meet up in your special, secret place, an abandoned cabin on the edge of town, after work last night. And he isn't the damn type to let a girl waste his time, but you aren't just any girl to him. Before, it was always the chase that kept him in the game, but he’d worn you down well before graduation… and he's still drunk off you even now. He isn't supposed to be. You’d never named this anything but casual, and he's too stubborn to ask you to take the next step, though he knows you aren't seeing anyone but him.

At least, he thought you weren't. Now, a niggling worm of insecurity has grown inside his stomach. He’d never admit to it. Never let it show. But it hurts, because you were the one thing he had. The one thing he could trust. And for the first time since the first time, he doesn't know where he stands. 

You come to the pool the next day looking… different. Your face is waxy, a light sheen of sweat coating your forehead. You keep your face turned to the tiles while you teach your swim lessons, as though you can't stand the sun. Billy saunters in fully intending to give you the cold shoulder just like you had him — until he catches you on your way out of the changing rooms, half-staggering over your flip-flops and sweating through your swimsuit. 

“Hey. Where were you last night?” He grabs your wrist, a silent plea for honesty, or perhaps reassurance, which he hates. Despises. He should have been stronger than this, but you make him weak. 

“What?” You observe his curled fingers as though you’ve never seen them before — and when you look up at him, his breath hitches. Your eyes are bloodshot and your skin is burning through his palms. 

“Whoa. Are you sick?”

“I’m…” You frown, then make swallowing look like hard work. His insecurity quickly becomes concern. Heart-thundering, terrifying concern. “No. I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fi —”

“I’m fine,” you snap, tearing your arm away so quickly he steps back, surprised. And that pisses him off. Because he’s really trying, and you’re not even apologising. You’re not even looking at him. You’re not you, and he can’t stand that. He remembers a time before his father’s abuse was normal. When he’d get home from school and Neil would ruffle his hair, ask him how his day was, but then later Billy would leave an action figure on the floor or ask for ice cream one too many times, and everything would change. Neil would snap. Billy would be yelled at, and then later, beaten. And he’s been terrified of that happening ever since. He can’t trust kindness because he was shown how quickly it can disappear. 

But he trusted you. Out of everyone in the world, he trusted you. You’d always been gentle kind, but you’d also match his attitude when you needed to. Keep him on his toes, with no ill intent. Even the sex is gentle with you most days — you usually beg him to slow down unless he’s been teasing so bad you lose all restraint, and it doesn’t take much convincing when he wants to feel every second, every thrust, every beat of your hearts syncing. 

He doesn’t know what’s changed. Only knows it feels like a sword tearing him asunder. Slicing through the space between you, where all of the most important parts lie. 

“Y/N…” he begs lowly. He hopes it doesn’t sound as pathetic as it feels. “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing.” You shake your head. Your voice is so empty, so cold, that he wants to shiver. “I gotta get back to work.”

“What about last night?”

But you don’t reply. You keep walking. And he lets you because he’ll be damned if you take his power now. He takes a few deep breaths in the corridor, blinking back his tears defiantly. If you want to be cold, he can be colder. 

So he rolls back his shoulders and walks back out to the pool, and he doesn’t spare you a second glance for the rest of the day. 

***

You don’t show up to work the next day, and only then does he let his worry overpower his pride. Because he knows how badly you need the cash, and the more he thinks about it, the more unsettled he feels about the way you were yesterday. You looked… sick. Not you. Even your voice was hollow. Maybe he should have worked harder. Done more. Made sure you weren’t at least running a high fever. 

So when the pool closes, he goes to your house. It’s empty. Not even your parents are home. That leaves him feeling even worse. He misses you like hell already. Misses hearing you laugh. Misses your smile. Misses the smell of your perfume in his Camaro. Misses the shitty music he sometimes lets you play. He misses being buried inside of you, savouring every moment he has with you, because it’s the only peace he’s ever known. And now all he knows is pure, searing anxiety.

***

Max and Eleven come to him that night. They ask Billy if he’s seen you. If you’ve been acting differently. He demands Max gets out of his room at the mention of your name — until she says she thinks she knows what’s wrong with you. He doesn’t believe it at first. Monsters are human, and nothing beyond that exists for him. He can’t imagine a creature worse than his dad, and certainly not one who could possess you. 

But then they tell you how they found you with Heather’s family, and he realises Heather didn’t show up to work today, either. It doesn’t make sense to him still. He doesn’t want to believe it. 

***

But he has to believe it. The next day, you reappear at the pool. He finds you in the showers in your swimsuit, the water so chilly that it creates a draught in the peak of summer. And he’s certain that Max and El are just kids playing make-believe, but he has to know for sure.

“Y/N?”

You don’t move beneath the stream of cool water, and he takes a cautious step closer. “Look. I don’t know what’s going on with you but…” He bites his lip, so used to holding back anything that might reveal how afraid and alone he feels inside. But it’s you, and he has to try. “I’m worried. I’m really fucking worried. Maxine is saying you’re possessed or something, which is fucking ridiculous.” He waits for you to laugh, but you don’t. You don’t turn around at all. You keep your head bowed, your back to him, and his heart aches. 

He takes another step and notices a black, bruised wound on your arm. It curls into your veins like snakes slithering beneath your skin. “What happened there?” He dares to put his hand under the water in an attempt to touch it, but he draws away when he finds it's like ice. He curses under his breath and turns the knob to shut the water off. “Jesus. What the hell are you doing? It’s freezing.”

Still nothing, like you’re not there at all. 

“Y/N?” His voice rises with panic and he places a hand on your shoulder, desperation taking hold. The moment he does, you snap back to life — only it’s not you. You slam him against the damp shower tiles with far more strength than he knew you had, your eyes empty. Cold. Gone. He searches desperately for any sign of you; that dimple at the corner of your mouth, that wrinkle in your nose, the blush in your cheeks. None of it is there. Behind the rivulets of water running down your face, he doesn’t recognise you at all. 

This isn’t just the cold shoulder, he realises. Something is wrong. Really fucking wrong.

He doesn’t fight you. He couldn’t. Even now, he’ll never hurt you. 

“Angel, c’mon,” he pleads instead, his fingers looping around the wrist pinning him to the wall. “What’s going on, huh? You’re not you.”

“I’m something better,” you whisper, pressing down harder. “And you will be soon, too.”

“You’re not going to hurt me.” His voice wobbles, betraying his doubt. If his own father could hurt him, anyone could. But he has to believe that you’re better than that. That you’re nothing like Neil. He has to believe that you’re still in there, wherever ‘there’ is. 

For the first time, he wonders if Max was telling the truth. This isn’t sickness. This isn’t a fever. You’re looking at him like you don’t know him.

Like you’re possessed.

“What’s happening to you?” he asks. “Whatever it is, let me help.”

“You can’t help me,” you say. “I don’t want you to help me.”

He tries to pry your hand away when it gets tighter around his neck. “Please. Let go. Let’s talk about this.”

“He wants you to join him.”

His blood goes cold. “Who? Who does?”

“It’s easier this way, Billy. No more pain. You’ll be stronger. Better. Nobody will be able to hurt you again. Come with me. Let me show you.”

He shakes his head, a tear rolling down his cheek. He can’t find you. He can’t find you anywhere, and he doesn’t know what to do.

Until Max’s voice echoes in his mind. This “Flayer”, the monster… it doesn’t do hot. Heat weakens it. That’s why your shower was ice cold. It’s why you were sick in the midday sun. 

He doesn’t think. With his free hand, he turns on the shower closest to him, setting it on its highest setting. Water sprinkles down on the both of you, steam curling around you. You recoil, your grip loosening, and he takes the opportunity to turn on the next shower and the next, until every single one pours scalding hot. 

“No.” You lick your dry lips, bracing yourself desperately against the wall. “Turn them off. Turn them off.”

But he can’t. He can’t let this thing take you. So he yanks you away, guiding you quickly down the hall to the sauna room. It’s still warm from the last session — warm enough to keep you weak. He pushes you in and locks the doors, reaching for the thermostat and hiking it up to its hottest setting. 

He knows he’ll never forget the sound of your screams. You’re banging on the door, trying desperately to get out, pleading. He almost sets you free, but he can’t. He can’t. So he presses his forehead to the window pane. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” he says, trapping a sob of his own. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t know how to help.”

“Let me out,” you beg. “Please let me out!”

But he can’t, so he doesn’t. Instead, he calls Max.

***

By the time the kids get here, you’re on the floor, covered in sweat. He sits on the other side of the door, his knees to his chest, listening to your incomprehensive babbles. He barely looks up at Max. “What now?”

“Please. Billy, please!” 

He stiffens. It’s the first time you’ve said his name. The first time you’ve sounded like you. He hauls himself off the floor without thought to find your hands clasped, your face splotchy and body shuddering. He did this. You’re in pain, and it’s his fault. 

“Please, Billy. I love you. I love you so much. Please let me out,” you say. It's the first time you've used that word, and it stings that it's not really you.

“I can’t do that, angel,” he murmurs, placing his hand on the glass. “Not until I know you’re my Y/N.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Your face crumbles, but you’re looking at him, your hair curling into your eyes from the heat, and he sees you again. Finally, you’re on your way back to him.  “He made me do it. He made me do all of it. I didn’t want to. I swear, I didn’t want to, Billy. Please let me out. Please.”

“I know. It isn’t your fault. It’s okay.”

“No. No, it hurts. It hurts, Billy. You’re hurting me.” 

He flinches as though your words are a fist. 

“You promised you’d never hurt me!” you scream, and he stumbles back as agony, guilt, roils through him. “You promised!”

He did. The first time you asked about his bruises. He told you about Neil and you told him about your grandpa. How he used to hurt you and your mom even in adulthood. He kissed your knuckles; promised he’d never do that to you. Promised himself that he wouldn’t be like his dad.

He thinks of his mom then. How she must have screamed this way at his dad, once. He bites down on his own tears. They're seeping down his face now. 

“Let me go!” you scream. 

His resolve weakens. His fingers hover over the door handle. 

Max stops him, pushing them away. “You can’t. She’s trying to trick you.”

“She’s in pain,” he argues.

“And so is he. Because it’s working. He’ll say anything to make you stop because he wants to take all of us. We can’t trust anything she says.”

You crawl to the door, standing so you’re face to face through the window. You press your hand to the glass, leaving a handprint in the steam. “Please let me out, Billy. Please. I love you. It’s me. I love you.”

“Soon. I’m going to let you out soon, angel. I promise.” He meets your hand on the glass, meeting your eye.

And Max is right. There are still shadows there, though they’ve dissipated slightly now. That thing, whatever it is… it’s still there. Still controlling you. 

He sees it when you begin banging frantically on the door again a moment later, screaming like there’s not an ounce of sanity left inside you. You're going to hurt yourself, head ricocheting off the door over and over.

“Talk to her,” El says. “Remind her.”

He frowns, raking his hair out of his face. “Of what?”

“Who she is.” Her round eyes are full of fear, but she’s the only one who looks like she knows what’s happening, and he forgets that these are kids claiming you’re possessed by a monster for a moment. He forgets everything. He just wants you back. "She has to remember."

So he begins softly, shakily. “You remember the first time we met? You were sitting on the hood of my car like you belonged there.” You’re shakes become faint shudders as you look back at him — listening. It’s working. “I knew then. I was smitten. And then I tried to flirt with you at that party and you ignored the hell out of me all night just to tear down my ego. It worked, too. All I wanted was you, and it was pretty clear you didn’t want me, and that killed me.” He smirks sadly. “But I wore you down, didn’t I? Even went to that dumb school dance for you.” He bows his head, tears clogging his throat. “It was because… because I missed the ocean when I moved here, and somehow, you felt like waves. Invigorating. You made me want to swim when I was sinking, and you always understood me, even when I acted like a jerk. I hated that at first. That you could see right through me. Now, I love it. I love you. And I’m begging you to come back. Fight it, Y/N. For me. For us.”

Your pleas stop. So do your sobs. You’re completely still as you stare at Billy through the glass, the only movement your tears and beading sweat.

"Keep going," El orders.

He sees you there. A glimmer of hope ignites in his chest. “That’s right, angel. Come back to me. Remember the way we danced after graduation? We drove through the night, found a quiet place to watch the stars, and just danced to my damn car radio. Remember that?”

A slight nod. 

“And when you found out you got into college. I was so fucking proud. My girl is so smart. I just wanted to tell everybody you were mine that day. Every day. But I love having you to myself. I love taking you to that old cabin and being alone with you. Nothing can touch us, Y/N. Not even this. We’ll always be stronger. You’ll always be stronger.”

“I hurt people,” you whimper. “I hurt people, Billy. I did awful, awful things.”

“It wasn’t you, angel. It wasn't you."

"What have I done?" Your fingers curl against his, and then you sink back to the other side of the sauna, curling your knees into your chest on the floor. Your chest heaves with strained breaths as you tilt your head up, exhausted and limp, and all he wants to do is be with you. Hold you. He reaches for the lock.

“Billy —”

“I trust her. I have to trust her,” he says, turning the lock quickly. “Keep it locked until I say so.”

A hesitant nod. He opens the door, and you barely flinch, as though the life has been sucked out of you. Cautiously, he steps in and closes the door behind you, giving Max a look of reassurance before approaching you. 

“I’m right here,” he says, lowering to the floor beside you. 

Your throat bobs. “I’m so sorry. I'm so, so sorry.”

He shushes you, knotting his fingers through your damp hair. You close your eyes, nestling into his chest. “Don’t be sorry, angel. Just stay with me, okay? Stay with me.”

“Okay.” 

So the two of you remain in the sauna for hours, until you’re both sure the Flayer is gone. Until you’re both sure you’re you again. And your sniffles and sobs break his heart, and he’s terrified you’ll turn on him again, but he stays with you anyway — because he never had a choice before, but he does now. And he chooses you. He will always choose you.

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[mrsshabana]

Can you give a few tips on digital art? I'd love to get into it but I'm not sure how to start, what equipment/apps do you use? Thank youu 💞

♡ 𝑫𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒑𝒔 ♡

Of course! I would love to give some digital art tips! My first tip is to just have fun! If you are drawing for yourself and just want to have fun, then draw however you want that makes it the most fun experience for you! ଘ( ･ω･)_/ﾟ･:*:･｡☆ 𝑬𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

I use Clip Studio Paint, for most of my digital paintings. Though I started off using Photoshop. I used to only use photoshop but I would not recommend it for beginners as it is expensive and difficult to learn. I would definitely recommend Clip Studio Paint as it's much cheaper and easier to learn.

I use the Huion Kamvas 13 drawing tablet. That is the link to the exact one I got from Amazon. It's a lot cheaper than Wacom tablets and it works just as good. I've been using this one for years and it's been great!

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕

I would recommend starting by drawing what you see. What I mean by that, is look up photos of things and try to replicate them as much as you can. I did this for a long time (probably too long) but it helped me immensely. Because everything we draw is based on what we see, so if you can replicate that then you can draw anything.

For example, if you know you want to get really good at drawing Gyutaro, I would look up male bodies and draw them. (Real bodies, not drawings or cartoons).

𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆

This may be controversial, but personal art styles don't really exist. This is the first thing I learned in art school and I think it was one of the most important things I learned.

What I mean by this, is that no one owns any particular art style. An art style is developed in many ways but it mostly emerges from combining other art styles or stems from another art style.

People worry way too much about "finding their art style". Don't do this, it's a waste of time. After time each artist develops a way of drawing that comes naturally to them but that comes over many years, so don't try to force it to happen. And when it does happen, don't stick to one art style!

I would say it is most beneficial to teach yourself multiple art styles. Every time I start a new drawing I try to figure out what art style I want to draw in. I do this by going through the art I've saved on Pinterest. I'll see something I like and make a set of rules that I have to follow while drawing in order to replicate that specific art style.

Not only is it more fun being able to draw in multiple art styles, but it's necessary if you want a career in art. (By career I don't mean doing commissions, I mean being hired by a company to make art. Like a concept artist for example.)

If you're worried about what art styles to try, just try any one that catches your eye! Or you can start by trying to draw realism. That's what I did, and it's very difficult and time consuming but if you can master realism then you can succeed at almost any art style a lot easier.

𝑹𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔

I cannot stress how important references are! If you do not use references when drawing then you are setting yourself up for failure.

References are photos you use to look at as a guide when drawing. For example, let's say I want to draw Gyutaro swimming in a pool. I'd look up photos (references) of Gyutaro so when I'm drawing him I can look back at them to make sure I am drawing him correctly. I would also look up photo's of a guy swimming, I would use this photo to guide me when drawing the pose and also when drawing the water etc.

So always use references!! And don't be afraid to copy poses either, it saves lots of time and is very helpful for learning how to draw anatomy. Don't be afraid to use yourself as a reference either.

For example, when I drew Gyutaro having a pillow fight I couldn't find a good reference for the pose that I had in mind. So I just took a photo of myself in that pose! I look nothing like Gyutaro, but a body is a body. I used my photo as a reference to draw the skeleton and then changed the body shape to match Gyutaro's.

𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 !!

My biggest tip for anyone, but especially beginners is to make guides before you draw any piece! Here is an example of one that I did for an assignment in my Manga Art class in college.

I wanted to do an art style similar to Death Note but I also wanted it to have a retro vibe too. So I made this Art style/Reference guide. I compiled images that represented the art style I was going for and took notes for things that I thought would be important to keep in mind when drawing.

I still do this a lot when drawing, especially if I'm trying out a new art style I'm not very familiar with.

𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒕

People always ask me how do I draw Gyutaro so accurately. Well, I'm about to tell you how!

I draw him all the time, so lot's of practice. But there is a certain thing I find really helps when trying to accurately draw a character's face.

We'll use Gyutaro as an example

Find a photo of Gyutaro's face that you want to practice with (not fanart, it must be either from the anime or the manga).

Look at the photo closely, and try to draw it as accurately as you can.

Now, on a new canvas, try to draw the same photo of Gyutaro again but without looking at the reference. (Just using your memory) And give yourself a time limit too, no longer than 5 minutes.

Compare your drawing to the photo. How accurate is it? Probably not very accurate yet, but that's ok! Look closely at your drawing and compare it to the original. What is wrong with it? Are the eyes too small? Is the mouth placed too high?

Figure out what is wrong and fix it next time. Repeat these steps until you are able to draw Gyutaro's face accurately without looking at the reference photo.

If you are still struggling after a while try tracing over the original image a few times. This can help you memorize the structure of his face.

It may take a while but eventually you'll get to the point where you are able to draw Gyutaro's face accurately without looking at the reference photo!

This tip works for everything by the way, not just character's faces. I use it for everything! I used to suck at drawing hands, so I did these steps but with a photo of a hand, and now I can draw hands! Use these steps for anything you feel is difficult for you to draw accurately. It's great for learning anatomy.

Here's an example of the final results when I did these steps. The drawing on the right is what I was able to do at the end just from memory.

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤　𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝓨𝓸𝓾　﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

I know I wrote a lot, but I hope these tips helped someone! And if you have any questions about anything I mentioned here, feel free to ask! (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

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[jungle-angel]

I read your post about the dead pilot and thought it was wonderful. You did a good job, I wish Tumblr had more like this one. If you want to can I request you do a post with all of the dagger squad and a reader who is physically challenged. I would really appreciate if you did. Thank You.

Babes it would be my utmost pleasure!!!! I might write a little more about Bob's older sister Aly, going down the road and if I do I'll let you know where it goes (lol). (I will also give fair warning though, there are references to losing limbs or bodyparts in combat and in accidents throughout these headcannons).

Rooster

Shortly after he had gotten back from a mission, Rooster was terrified to find out that you had been blinded in both eyes during a work accident

The doctor had said that the damage didn't call for anything drastic and that you would keep your eyes, but seeing was a really big issue

Rooster was the best pair of eyes you had but when he went away for missions, that was where the trouble had started because he couldn't always be there to be your eyes

But you were lucky when Phoenix's husband, Cole, had stepped in to help. He had worked the Navy SEAL K-9 unit and had an old dog named Piper who was getting on in years so he and the rest of the guys trained Piper to be your eyes

And my God was that dog the second best set of eyes you ever had

Shortly before a mission, Rooster had also given you a little something. It was a medical bracelet with a St. Lucy pendant, one for Hodr and another for Odin, that a friend of his made (the two Norse deities and the saint are protectors of people who are blind or partially blind, suffering from eye diseases etc.)

You wore that thing everywhere with you to keep Rooster close, even after he got back from flying a mission

Because even though you might not be able to physically see very well, you've got the best set of eyes anybody could have ever asked for

Phoenix

Your hand had been burned really badly in an accident

But Natasha helped you keep it clean and changed the bandages whenever necessary

Writing was really difficult seeing as it was your dominant hand that had been burned

But Nat was still committed to helping you out

Natasha had taken calligraphy when she was in school as an extracurricular activity and even called up her old teacher to come and help

Even though the pain was excruciating at times, you were all too happy to have Nat and her teacher helping you

In time you had trained your other hand to do the work of the dominant

And some of your most beautiful artwork was created that way

Because you had two great teachers to help you out

Hangman

Jake was scared shitless when he heard you had lost a leg during a flying mission

He stayed with you at the Navy hospital for a good month and a half

And so didn't his dad. The elder Seresin had taken up physical therapy after he too had been in the Navy

It was a really long and frustrating road to recovery. Even though you were a top priority patient, Jake and his dad were frustrated beyond words that you couldn't get a prosthetic right away

But that didn't mean they wouldn't try and help you out anyways

Jake's brothers and sisters all pitched in to help build a wheelchair ramp at the house, to make it easier to get around

During the summer, Jake would wake you up in the morning to take you to the community pool or to the lake to go swimming. When you had to go to California, you guys would use the ocean

And in time you learned how to swim really, really well

During competitions you took first, second and third place more times than you could count

Jake and his family were unbelievably proud of you

And despite having lost a leg, you showed them you could do anything

Bob

Bob was scared shitless the first time he saw you drop and have a seizure

Thank God his older brothers, Sean and Michael, were all there with you. It wasn't just a little one either, but a full blown drop-to-the-floor one

Bob watched you like a hawk every single day afterwards but was nervous as hell to leave and go to work in case something happened

Every so often he'd call one of his brothers or his oldest sister, Reagan to see if it had happened again. Every single time they said no

One day it had just so happened that Michael and his partner had busted an illegal operation and had taken a bunch of pit bulls from a place outside of town. He asked Bob if he wanted one as soon as everything had cleared with animal control and Bob agreed

Funnily enough, the blue-nose pittie you had adopted and named Stubby, could tell when you were about to have a seizure

One day, Stubby started barking and pulling on Bob's sleeve and Bob noticed right away what was about to happen. He laid you right down and went through all the steps Sean had taught him until it had passed

Ever since then, Stubby had been a lifesaver for you and Bob, especially when you would travel. But even though he serves his purpose, Stubby is still a part of your family

Fanboy

After you had been injured during a mission, Mickey made it his own mission to help you get better

Being of a mechanical mind, Mickey made some modifications to the house to make sure you could get around easily

He couldn't help but make the occasional Star Wars joke and neither could you

And it was the humor that got you through some of the roughest days of your marriage

Because despite all the hurt you went through, you had Mickey and his family to help

And that's all you knew you needed

Coyote

Being totally deaf wasn't easy at all, but thank God you had Coyote

A cousin of his who lived back in Brazil was deaf and taught him ASL so he could speak it with you

Javy was the best translator ever and even taught you how to read lips as well

Getting around wasn't so difficult anymore but it still came with its ups and downs

But thanks to your husband, it was made just a little easier

Payback

After you had lost part of your arm in an accident, it meant that Reuben had to step up to the plate

He took over any kind of heavy lifting or work at home to make things easier

And he gave you a huge self-esteem boost in the process, one that was badly needed

But that didn't mean you didn't continue to do what you loved

And when Reuben saw you dancing on stage with your dance group, he was as proud of you as ever

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #dagger squad

[foxes-that-run]

Keep Driving

I love him so much. My 1 step plan to make anyone love him is watching him perform.

He said of Keep Driving when he first played it at the NY ONO show:

And before the next song, I wanna say thank you to my good friend and collaborator Mitchell Rowland! Say hi daddy! (laughs) I wrote this next song with Mitch and he supports me in every way possible, he literally makes me sound so much better, thank you for being on stage with me and thank you Sarah!

The screen s when he performed it on love on tour were lover/fine line pink & blue.

Keep Driving is a stream of consciousness, snapshot moments of a life, interspersed with asking his love if they should continue, noting they have overcome hard times. The tempo is important, it becomes more disjointed and chaotic when he is distracted and it calms and returns to a happy pace when he communicates with his love, checking in how they are. The question is almost rhetorical, he wants to continue and is reminding himself to not lose the connection with his muse.

Harry and Taylor have sung about communication and being tongue tied a lot, so Keep Driving is important growth. To me, it sounds like the way Harry posts to social media, seemingly random things that hold meaning to him. It could almost be 'should I keep scrolling?' as that also speaks to interaction without communication.

The title is a Haylor theme, @womanexile has a post of the times they refer to driving here, which is many of their pivotal songs.

Lyrics

Black and white film camera Yellow sunglasses Ashtray, swimming pool Hot wax, jump off the roof

The B&W film camera makes me think of polaroids and Taylor's OOTW line "You took a polaroid of us and discovered the rest of the world was in B&W and we were in screaming colour." A line Harry referenced in his IG feed for 2 years from when that song came out, they were seen at the same place on the dates of most colour photos.

Taylor wore yellow sunglasses and a men's shirt in the 22 MV shoot. The 22 MV also has a with a pool and acting up.

Harry refers to hot wax in Hunger "Candles burnt down to the floor / Wearing less than you wore before"

A small concern with how the engine sounds We held darkness in withheld clouds I would ask, "Should we just keep driving?"

Harry can hear their is a concern with the relationships engine, he notes they have overcome troubles before and rather than running he talks to his partner. Huge progress on communication.

This chorus plays an important role in the tempo and meaning of the song, stopping and talking to each other to ask 'should we keep driving' calms the tempo down, when he and his beloved stop talking and get distracted by the other things it gets chaotic. The message is to communicate. He can see a trouble in the relationship, but they overcome difficult times before, by communicating things calm and it continues.

I Know Places: "Something happens when everybody finds out, see the vultures circling dark clouds" also the Me! MV has their phantom/ghost as a cloud. The Late Night Talking MV also has dark storm clouds at 2:37.

Maple syrup, coffee Pancakes for two Hash brown, egg yolk I will always love you

This verse is telling of a private times together, with common breakfast items. Harry has also referred to breakfast in the unreleased Hunger "We would stay in my house for days / Spilling breakfast on pillowcases"

Passports in footwells Kiss her and don't tells Wine glass, puff pass, tea with cyborgs Riot America, science and edibles Life hacks going viral in the bathroom

Harry missed his flight before the NYE kiss because he left his passport in his mum's car.

Kiss her and don’t tells is self explanatory, but speaks to the long period of time Harry was dating Taylor and constantly asked about her in interviews. The point he made audiences laughing because he’d say “I think the thing is with songwriting…”

Cyborgs are in the Ready for it Music Video. In the BTS Taylor also (1:25) calls them this. The BTS videos are messing with H, complete with edging the way she speaks and how sassily she says her and Joe's birth years will be together.

Cocaine, side boob Choke her with a sea view Toothache, bad move Just act normal Moka pot Monday, it's all good Hey, you Should we just keep driving?

So much attention is on the cocaine line here and in daylight. He did have some tiny pupils in late 1D days. To Howard Stern he said "Who ultimately do you want to be at the end of the day?' You don't want to be the guy who died. You don't want to be the guy who's like whacked out on drugs. You want to be the guy who's 70 and playing for three hours because he can, and he wants to, and everyone's loving it, and he's having fun." Gosh I want that for him.

Harry referenced the Seaview in the Adore you video. Taylor and Harry have both referenced sea views, with the Cannes IG posts, the sl*t lyric video and promotion for cruel summer.

There's no sideboob shortage around Mr Styles. OW had some when this song was coming out, but HH was mostly written before before they met. I think this is Taylor at the 2013 People's Choice awards. It was 2 weeks after the boat break up, rumors if there was shading or a hickey, different Red era style. She also had sideboob at the 2013 VMSs when they may have gotten back together.

Taylor chipped a tooth on stage and just acted normal. This happened August 2013 while they dated.

Finally Harry has sung about Coffee three times, always about communication, which is the message of the song: Falling "And the coffee's out / At the Beachwood Café", Music for a Sushi Restaurant "Late night, game time / Coffee on the stove, yeah" and here.

#haylor #keep driving #harry styles #harry’s house

[sofiaispunk]

The Space Cowboy and his Ladybug - CHAPTER 4

Javier Peña x reader

Summary: At Diego's birthday party, amid the clinking of glasses and the laughter, time rewinds over a decade as you lock eyes with a ghost from your past - a chapter you thought was long closed, yet there it stands, breathing and very much alive.

Words: 2,4K

Warnings: angst, trust issues, violence, brief mention of past domestic abuse (mentally and physically), insecurity, references to suicide attempt, smut, TRAUMA

"Hey, Steven. Did you see my silver hoop earings? And hurry up we are running late," you yelled from upstairs while getting ready. You chose a flowy, short floral dress. The dress had a soft pink background with vibrant blue and purple flowers, which complemented your warm skin tone and hair. The sleeves were short and ruffled, adding a playful touch to the outfit. You paired the dress with simple black sandals and a delicate necklace, letting the dress be the centerpiece of your look. Your hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down your shoulders, framing your face perfectly.

"I'm sorry, but I won't be able to make it," he replied, his voice trailing off.

"Why not? We talked about this. You know how much this means to me," you said while coming down the stairs, trying to keep the disappointment from creeping into your voice.

"I have to finish this report from work. Plus, there's a big game tonight that I don't want to miss it.” he said, his voice flat and disinterested.

"Can't you take a break from work for just a few hours? And the game will be on TV. You can watch it later," you pleaded, hoping to change his mind.

"I'm sorry, but I can't. Maybe some other time, I already promised the boys I will come to the bar" he said, his tone indicating that the conversation was over.

You had been looking forward to introducing Steven to your old friends and having a good time at the party. But now, you felt let down and disappointed all over again. It seemed like he didn't care about your feelings or the things that were important to you.

Overall Steven was a great guy, but he just didn't seem to understand you or what you wanted. You just wanted someone who would be there for you, someone who would put you first and make you feel special. And as much as you liked Steven, you knew that he wasn't that person.

You took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself and walked out of the door without saying another word.

As you arrived at Magda's house for her son's second birthday party, you was greeted by a sea of colorful balloons and streamers. The front yard was transformed into a magical wonderland, with a bouncy castle, a small swimming pool, and a giant slide.Inside, the house was bustling with activity, as family and friends gathered to celebrate the special occasion. The smell of freshly baked cake and cookies filled the air, and you could hear the sound of children's laughter coming from every corner. Magda's son, Diego, was dressed in a cute little sailor suit, and he looked absolutely adorable.

The party was a mix of Mexican and American traditions, with piñatas, balloons, and lots of food.. The kids were running around, chasing each other and playing with toys, while the adults chatted and caught up with one another.

As soon as you entered Magda's backyard, you was greeted by a group of familiar faces. Magda's husband,and also one of your oldest friend, Eduardo, was manning the grill, while a few other family members were playing with the children.

Magda rushed towards you, her arms open wide. "Oh my goodness, you came! You look amazing!" she exclaimed, hugging you tightly.

You smiled, feeling overwhelmed with the warm welcome. "Thank you, Magda. Of course I came, Wouldn’t miss it."

She grabbed your hand and pulled me towards a table filled with food. "Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone."

You walked around, and caught up with old acquaintances and received condolences from those who knew about your father's passing.

Once the birthday cake was brought out, everybody gathered around to sing "Happy Birthday" to Diego. He was completely oblivious to the attention, more interested in the frosting on his fingers.

After the cake, the children ran off to play with each other, and the adults began to mingle. Eduardo offered you a slice of cake, and you started talking about the newest gossip of the town as if no time has passed.

Magda joined you, and she started talking about your childhood memories, laughing at some of the silly things you used to do.

She smiled and began, "Remember that time when we were playing hide-and-seek and Javier climbed up that big tree in the park? He thought he found the perfect spot to hide, but then he accidentally knocked a bird's nest out of the tree. The mama bird was so mad and started swooping down at him, and he had to climb down the tree really fast while dodging the angry bird. We all laughed so hard!" “OMG YES! How could I forget that. Still a better story than the firefly one.” You laughed along.

"Yes we tried to catch the fireflies on Chucho's farm, but we ended up getting scared and ran inside. Can you believe that Eduardo?" She paused to take a sip of her drink before continuing, "Chucho came in a few minutes later and caught us hiding under the covers. He laughed and told us that fireflies are harmless and they were just trying to light up our world."

You and Magda chuckled at the memory, and she continued, "And how about the time we tried to build a treehouse but ended up falling out of the tree?" She shook her head at the thought, "We were so determined to have our own little secret hideout, but we were just a couple of clumsy kids." As you all laughed at the memory, Magda's son, who had been playing with his new toys, wandered over and tugged on her shirt. She picked him up and held him on her hip as she continued, "You know, I always thought you and Javier would end up together. You were always so close, and he always looked at you like you were his whole world."

You felt your cheeks flush at her words, giving her a sad smile, and Magda smiled sympathetically before turning to her son, "But we'll save that story for when you're older."

As soon as Magda put Diego down, he toddled over to where you were sitting and reached up his chubby little arms, asking to be picked up. You obliged, lifting the toddler into your lap.

"Happy birthday, little man!" you said, tickling Diego's tummy.

Diego giggled and squirmed in your arms, his big brown eyes shining with joy. "Thank you!" he said, his words a little slurred.

"Did you get lots of presents?" you asked.

Diego nodded vigorously. "Uh-huh! Mama and Papa got me a new truck!" he said, holding up a toy car in his hand.

"Oh wow, that's so cool!" you said, pretending to examine the truck closely. "I bet you're going to have so much fun playing with that."

Diego grinned at her, his little face alight with happiness. "Wanna play with me, Auntie?"

Your heart swelled with affection at the little boy's words. "Of course, I do!" you said, holding the truck in her hand and pretending to make it drive across the floor. "Vroom vroom!"

Diego giggled again, clapping his hands in delight. "You're silly, Auntie. Can I show you my favourite birthday gift? You can play with it too" Diego asked already excited to show you his new toy. “The truck is not your favorite gift?” you asked with the truck still in your hand. Diego shook his head and ran off to get his favorite new toy. After a minute

Diego returned with a mini children lasso and a cowboy hat. “Uncle Javi gave me this cool hat his morning. Now I am a real cowboy!” the little boy couldn’t contain his excitement and it was effecting you too. “Diego, you look so cool. I bet you would be the best space cowboy in the whole universe.” You giggled along. “Whats a space cowboy?” he asked.

“Well, it’s a cowboy in space that catches bad guys and also bad aliens. Doesn’t it sound cool? ” You smiled at Diego as he looked up at you with wide eyes. "So, you want to be a space cowboy?" you asked. Diego nodded eagerly. "Yeah! It would be so cool to explore the universe and have adventures like they do in the movies or like Uncle Javi in Colombia!"

You chuckled. "I know what you mean, Diego. But being a space cowboy is a little different than that. It's more about being brave, independent, and resourceful, just like a cowboy in the old west."

Diego furrowed his brow. "But what about the space part? Don't they have to fly spaceships and stuff like that?"

You nodded. "Yes, they do. They have to be able to navigate through the galaxy and operate all kinds of alien technology. But at the same time, they also have to be able to handle themselves in dangerous situations and protect those around them."

Diego's eyes widened again. "Wow, being a space cowboy sounds really tough!"

You laughed again. "It can be, but it's also a lot of fun. And who knows, maybe one day you'll be able to explore the universe just like a real space cowboy! So are you up for this great responsibility?"

“YESSSSS! GUYS I AM A SPACE COWBOY!” Diego exclaimed as he run off to his friends. You couldn’t help but smile and bathe a little longer in this warm feeling.

It was getting late and you did not want to overstay your welcome so you got up and said your goodbyes. As you were about to thank Magda for the invitation, you spotted Chucho walking into the backyard. Your heart skipped a beat, and you froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. You considered turning around and leaving before he could notice you, but it was too late; he had already spotted you.

You made your way over to him, your eyes filled with tears. When he saw you, Chucho's face lit up with joy and he immediately opened his arms wide. You threw yourself into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his love and the safety of his arms. All the initial hesitation long forgotten.

For a long time, you just held each other, not saying anything. Finally, you pulled away and looked up at Chucho, your eyes still brimming with tears. Looking up at him with a mixture of relief and still the fear of rejection.

"It's so good to see you," you said, your voice shaking. "I've missed you so much."

Chucho smiled down at you, his eyes soft with emotion and adoration. "I've missed you too, mi hija," he said. "Finally you are home. I’ve been praying everyday for you to come back to me." You felt overwhelmed by his love and care. "I'm so sorry, Chucho. I should have told you I was leaving." Chucho shook his head, his eyes full of understanding. "No, mi hija. You had to do what was best for you. I just wish I could have been there for you, protected you from that man."

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief washing over you. It was like you had been carrying a burden for so long, and finally, you could share it with someone who truly cared.

"I'm proud of you, mi hija," Chucho said, his voice choked with emotion. "You've come so far, and you're so strong."

You felt a lump form in her throat as you looked at him, feeling grateful for his presence in your life. "Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you."

Chucho smiled, his eyes twinkling. "You did it on your own, mi hija. I just provided a little love and guidance along the way." "I wanted to tell you…I got married," you finally said, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

His face broke into a wide grin. "Well, congratulations! Who's the lucky guy?"

"His name is Steven. He's a lawyer from Austin," you replied, feeling a bit sheepish.

Chucho's smile faltered slightly. "Austin, huh? Well, I hope he treats you well. You'll have to bring him out to the ranch tomorrow so I can see if he's good enough for you."

You smiled, feeling a sense of relief that he wasn't angry or judgmental about your choice of spouse. "I would love that, Chucho. I think you'll like him."

"Then it's settled. You and Steve come visit us on the farm, and I'll make sure to have a big barbecue ready for you two," he said with a chuckle.

You laughed. "That sounds great, Chucho. Thank you so much."

He smiled. "Siempre, mi hija.”

“Is … eh… Javier going to be there?” you couldn't help but ask, apprehension creeping into your voice.

Chucho looked at you with understanding eyes. “I don’t know, mija. I’m sorry. But you have to talk to him someday, no?”

You nodded, not knowing what to respond.

A wave of anxiety washed over you. It had been 15 years since the fight that ended your friendship, and you had avoided any opportunity to see him again. But now, the possibility of seeing him was looming over you, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to face him. Since arriving to Laredo the memories of him have been haunting you and all the anger and hurt you tried to suppress resurfaced.

But there was this small part of you that longed for the familiarity of your old friendship, longed for him. You couldn't deny that you still loved him, despite all the time that had passed, despite all the heartbreak. Javier had your heart. He always did. Admitting the truth to yourself hurt more than you thought. You already forgave him a long time ago. You had let go of the hurt and anger and had come to terms with the fact that you were both young and foolish back then. But did he ever forgave you for leaving? What if he doesn’t care? Or never did? But even with all these doubts, your love for Javier hasn't faded over the years. It's been burning inside you, just waiting for a chance to be reignited. As you drive back to your house you can’t help but wonder if he still feels the same way about you, or if you are just a distant memory to him.

Part 5

#javier pena angst #javier pena narcos #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fluff #javi pena #javier pena x y/n #narcos fanfiction #fanfiction #pedro x reader #dani pedrosa #pedro is daddy #slutty little knee #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedrito

[bylerschmyler]

Stranger Things - Clocks and Watches S1

People who are following me for a while now are certainly aware that I have special interest in Clocks and Watches in Stranger Things.

So recently I finally made a whole ass rewatch dedicated to look more into what the show presents. This was heavily supported by the ongoing analysises by @aemiron-main, @henrysglock and everybody who participates in the detail hunt.

So while I already posted a few "What are the times off this episode" and "Look here this a funny time specific thing" posts I will dedicate this post to patterns rather than specific observations (while the latter will be addressed too. So now worry's).

So are you ready for the ride?

So let me say some stuff about the general basis of these patterns.

These Things aren't production errors. Why am I so certain about it? Well, let me get this right.

The main villain of the show has one very specific artifact that is a fucking grandfathers clock. The same person is shown as manipulating this very clock in order to change the time shown on the clock. We have multiple characters in different situations who are talking about changing time or wrong time. The very introduction to S4 is a letter where one of the main characters talks about how the people within in the show are basically time travelers. We have very deeply rooted parallels to Back to the future - a very famous movie about time travel - since S1. And most importantly, if the show doesn't want us to see the times why are they showing it to us?

It's very specific that each season starts with a date. If you pay attention it is quite easy to make a rather rough timeline off events each season. And clocks and watches a very often shown to us. So if the showrunners didn't want to emphasize the importance of time why are they showing us so many watches and clocks while it's very easy to just not do that? Especially since the very much capable off using techniques to not show the time. I mean every (main) character besides Eleven has a watch. Clocks are multiple times shown as a very focus off a scene. So if they don't want us to pay attention to the time why show it?

Ways of hiding the time to the audience

It is very easy to hide the time from the audience. And the show is very much capable off doing so. I will explain the specifics on the basis off scenes from S1.

Leaving out clocks and watches

The very easiest way off hiding the time is to just not have watches and clocks in the scene. So for characters to not have watches and for inside scenes to not show clocks. Eleven for example doesn't have a watch in the beginning off S1. She is later getting Mike's watch and giving it back towards the end off the season. They basically share the watch equally but for that very reason Mike doesn't have a watch during BOTH quarry scenes and everything happening between E3 and E7. Also have you taken a look at the Wheelers and the Byers house? Have you spotted clocks? Well I almost didn't too. The Wheelers suppusdly only have one clock at the ground floor

While the byers could have a clock in the kitchen too, but I am not sure if that thing is a clock

So the show is not giving us any basis to see the time by clocks in both houses.

It also left out clocks and watches during Steve's pool party.

Both Steve and Nancy usually wear a watch. But both don't have one during/after the pool scene (as if they planned on going swimming). The show left out watches here on purpose to hide the time.

2. Removing the pointers

Regarding the pool scene there is something else which is interesting regarding the lack off time reference. The show sometimes removes or at least hides the pointers off watches to hide the time. What do I mean specifically? Well look at those 2 shots from Jonathans watch during the pool scene:

Notice how Jonathan has a very high contrast watch? It's black with white pointers which is very easy to make out even in dark scenes. And than we see Jonathans watch (more than half of it) in a quite close up scene. And his pointers are nowhere to be seen.

3. Moving the clock away from the audience

It's very easy to hide the time by characters turning their watch away from the camera or hide behind an object or under their clothes.

Lucas turning the watch towards us vs away from us.

4. Using digital watches

another easy way to hide the time is to use digital watches. Because (especially considering the 80s) digital watches are hard to read from most angles. And because most off the times the watches are not shown to us up close we can't read. Even if you normally could read it you can just turn off the watch and nobody will notice because the audience will just think that your looking at it in the wrong angle.

In S1 4 main characters have digital watches

Mike

Dustin

Will

Hopper

Best example for this is Will in S1

If Will's watch would have been analog we would know the time 100% but because it's a digital watch we can't make out a time.

Here is another example brought to you by Scott Clarke

While yes he said what time it is. But we can't confirm if his watch has the same time.

So now that we have established that the following scenes are neither production error nor coincidence let's look at the patterns I noticed in my rewatch.

Lucas the "reliable" time telling source

I wanna start with Lucas. As I pointed out before Lucas has a very high contrast watch. It's black with white pointers and therefore very easy to see even in dark scenes. I could make a whole post about what times he tells us but that's not useful I guess. I rather wanna point out that in most scenes he is giving us a time. I'm using a time and not the time because I very much think that Lucas watch is not working correctly.

This is one of the very rare occasions where we see two clocks/watches in one scene. And Surprise, surprise they are not showing the same time. The wall clock is 9:10 AM while Lucas watch is more like 7:50 or so.

Here are just a few occasions where Lucas watch tell us a time. Lucas watch is very often in the frame and tell us the time. But I don't think the time he gives us is very reliable it's correctness.

Jonathan the unreliable time source

Jonathan - like Lucas - has a very readable high contrast watch. But he hides it from us constantly. Beside the pointer removal thing (which I think happened in S4 too) he often hides his watch from us.

And here his pointers are removed again.

Mike and El sharing a watch

Mike give his watch to EL at the beginning of E3 (10 min in). She gives it back in E7 when she goes in to the bath (~11 min left). So she basically wears it for 4.5 Episodes (So Mike wears it for 2.5 episodes).

While both characters are very important to the plot and the exchange of the watch is both time very prominent to the audience we are never shown a time on Mike's watch. It is always (as far as I can tell) unreadable.

Characters not showing the time

As far as I can tell there are only 6 characters who's watches don't tell us the time.

Mike

El

Will

Hopper

Karen

Ted

Possibly there are more small characters which I didn't count in here because they are not important enough for me here or I didn't pay attention to them.

Timiline shenanigans

Remember that one scene from my Lucas part above where his watch doesn't add up with clock on the wall?

Here you have a similar situation. Earls watch shows us something 11:40 while the clock on the wall says 6:00 or 12:30

I also talked about other timeline shenanigans like this in those posts:

Going back in time during Shepard scene

Jonathans watch and Nancy's alarm clock

But there is more.

The Library clock shows different times when Joyce goes to Melvald's

Nancy's alarm clock seems stuck at 9:00 o'clock

(The second pic is from the morning after they have the encounter with the demogorgon when Karen lockpicked Nancy's door.

Lucas watch seems stuck at 7:10 during E1 and E2.

I think that's all I have noticed in S1. I could post more pics where you can see the times so if you want to find things for yourself just give me a hint and I will post my screenshots.

#stranger things #stranger things clocks #clocks in stranger things #stranger things and clocks

[traitimdoithay]

(Thief King Bakura-centric Comic) Nile Kappa Pool (English Translation)

hi there! i came across this comic about thief king bakura learning about kappas and i loved it so much that i had to give translating it a go. it's not often you see non-romantic comics getting passed around that aren't gag comics, so obviously i had to jump on this one. apparently it's a fairly recent one too, being distributed in 2018.

my translations may be a bit off, please feel free to correct me if you see anything that could be translated better! i tried to make the dialogue sound natural in english while also not losing the original meanings. i’ve also typed out all the dialogue under each page cause i did have to fight with the small speech bubbles a bit, so dialogue may be a teeny bit hard to read sometimes. there’s also a few translation notes added too!

Title: Nile Kappa Pool/ナイル河童淵 Author: nmoohha (you can find their distribution notice post here if you’d like to see glimpses of the original digital version!) Summary: TKB meets a boy who tells him about kappas Scans: @super-lovely-collection​ (thank you for giving me permission to post my translation with your scans!)

i’m also providing a download for people who want to read it more conveniently! i included all the separate pages plus a PDF version :) (the last few pages in the original aren’t included since they’re not part of the story)

Boy: Hey... Boy: Have you ever seen a kappa?

TKB: ... TKB: Ka...ppa...? TKB: ...The heck is that? Boy: Hmm? You don’t know?

Boy: It’s a spirit that lives in the river Boy: A spirit that lives hidden in the grass by the water...

(Boy: Yeah!) (TKB: Ohh) Boy: It grabs children playing by the water Boy: And tries to drown them! TKB: Hoh... (Boy: It bounced 9 times!) (TKB: First time I’ve seen that) TKB: ...You ever seen it? (The kappa?) Boy: Nope TKB: Come on! Boy: So every day I lure it in while playing like this (I wanna see it!) TKB: Every day?! (In your free time?!) TKB: If I did that, I’d rather get attacked and eaten by a crocodile!

TKB: A kappa, huh. ...That’s it. TKB: Did you mistake it for a crocodile? Boy: Huuh? That’s not it. It’s different from a crocodile. There’s no heroic tale*. TKB: Okay, sorry! (I’ll throw stones too) Boy: A kappa walks on two legs. TKB: Two legs... Boy: It has a mouth with teeth like a crocodile Boy: And arms with thick claws like a jaguar Boy: Also, it has webbed feet and can swim Boy: And on top of that, it has a turtle shell on its back TKB: ?? *The original word used here is ロマン/roman, which can refer to chivalric romance literature. These kinds of stories tend to be your classic 'knight goes on a journey, fights monsters and other evils, gets the lady' tale. I couldn't really figure out a better way of making this understood briefly, so it is what it is. On another note, apparently the Japanese word for crocodile (鰐/wani, but here it's written as ワニ) was originally used to refer to an ancient sea monster which has been featured in quite a few Japanese myths. Don't know if this knowledge adds anything to the comic, but it is interesting to know!

(Artist’s impression of a kappa: by Bakura) Boy: It’s really strong, right? TKB: Isn’t that too much bullcrap? Boy: A kappa is a spirit that likes to fight Boy: My grandpa saw one wrestling* a hippo when he was a kid TKB: Huh...

*The specific term used here is sumo wrestling, just to be clear it's not referring to general wrestling.

TKB: Ahh... I dunno about a kappa TKB: But I have seen one. TKB: A spirit Boy: A spirit? TKB: The spirit I saw... was better than a kappa. (Haha) TKB: It looks like a human from the waist up... TKB: It has bird wings on its back TKB: Two pairs of them! TKB: Not only that, it has a snake’s head from the waist down TKB: It has the two heads of a human and snake

(Artist’s impression: by young boy) Boy: Two heads... Boy: Yeaah, it’s weirder than a kappa TKB: W... weird... Boy: But it seems stronger than a kappa Boy: When did you see it? The spirit (Boy: It has two heads...) TKB: I met it... when I was a kid... TKB: It saved my life.

TKB: If I hadn’t met the spirit... TKB: I might not have been able to play like this... TKB: Or have the desire to live Boy: Wow... how cool Boy: The spirit... is just like a god, huh? TKB: !! TKB: A god...? TKB: Heh heh TKB: Not bad!

Boy: Ahh... it didn’t bounce at all... TKB: ... TKB: Hah?! It’s my first time doing it! TKB: How do you make it bounce like that?! Boy: I have a trick, I’ll teach it to you (Ahaha) TKB: Just you wait, I’ll make it bounce more than you! Boy: I told you, I won’t lose

(Boy: It’s round) (Boy: Flat stones like this are good) (TKB: Hoh) (Boy: Lower your stance more) (TKB: Ah)

TKB: It bounced 3 times just now! Look! It bounced, it bounced! (TKB: Alright!)

Boy: Well then~ I’m going home TKB: Okay Boy: Don’t get attacked by a kappa! Be careful! TKB: Haha, you too... TKB: ...Hah... TKB: I got worked up with that kid by accident... (Ow ow ow...) TKB: Well... it’s a good way of killing time once in a while TKB: Right, partner?

TKB: You are like a god TKB: You must be happy, right? (Diabound: Mhm) (Diabound: (Smile)) (TKB: You’re really happy...)

TKB: Now... to find a suitable restaurant somewhere and have dinner... TKB: ! TKB: ...? TKB: A stone...? TKB: Is someone there...?

TKB: Hey! TKB: What the hell?!

TKB: Why are crocodiles jumping toward me?! TKB: ...Can crocodiles jump...? ???: Hey TKB: ?! ???: Give the stone back* during the day, kuh keh keh ???: But... it’s important to give it back properly

*The specific word used is お返し/okaeshi, which refers to a custom where when someone gives you a gift, you have to give them a gift in return for the initial gift.

TKB: This spirit looks... strong...

TKB: ...A...

TKB: A kappa...?

#tag: yugioh #tag: translations

[realmoonee]

can u do matt sturniolo x transmasc reader who’s feeling dysphoric? just him being comforting and reassuring :)

thank you so much for requesting!!

i genuinely love this idea sm bc we need more trans reader + the sturniolos yknow <3

I'm also incredibly sorry for the long wait, writers block is very real. Anyways happy pride month everyone ‼️

content warnings: dysphoria, that's all

Matt sturniolo x transmasc reader (PLATONIC)

You had been visiting LA with the triplets and Maddie for a few days. It was normal for you to go with them, as you had known the boys since your freshman year of high school. 

   You had changed since then, and you grew as a person and realized you were not a girl, and you did not want to be perceived as a girl. In your junior year of high school, you came out as a transgender male and you were thankful that the people around you had accepted you. 

    Now, you and the others were at the swimming pool that was close to your hotel room. The sun had just began to set and every you looked there was a soft, yellow-orange glow. It was beautiful honestly, and it was perfect for taking photos. Everybody else looked almost ethereal in their photos, and then there was you. 

   Somehow your brain had always found away to pick apart every photo of you and make you hate it. You didn’t like your jawline; it wasn’t sharp enough. You didn’t like your body; your hips were too wide. When you were in the boys’ Youtube videos, you absolutely despised the way your voice sounded. You grew silent as the others laughed and enjoyed themselves.

   You were sitting in one of two poolside seats. You were sat next to Matt, and you were both facing Nick and Maddie. Chris was sitting at your table with the umbrella coming out from the center. And the envy you got from the triplets was unmatched. You wanted to be able to walk around shirtless like Chris, you wanted to be as tall as Nick, and you wanted to speak softly but still be seen as masculine like Matt. Their flat chests, boyish charm, and the fact that they had boy childhoods made you so incredibly jealous. Not just jealous. 

  It made you feel so incredibly dysphoric. 

  “Guy’s, I think I’m gonna turn in for-for the night.” You spoke up. 

  Nick looked at you. 

“Why? It’s barely night. Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s just, I don’t feel very well. I’m going back to the room.” you said before grabbing your cell phone and sliding it into your pocket. 

“Do you want one of us to go with you?” Madi suggested. 

 “No. It’s fine, I can go myself.” you said as you started walking. 

“I’ll be ready in time for Denny’s though!” you called towards them from a distance.

“Good!” Madi yelled back. 

     You silently went back to your hotel room. As you entered the bathroom and saw yourself in the mirror, you felt so dysphoric. You placed your hand on your jaw, and turned your head. You tried to make the best of your situation by going over the gender-affirming things that have happened while you were here. At the grocery store, the cashier said “Have a good one, man.” which was good, Earlier that day, a woman had referred to you and Chris as “young men” which felt amazing. This thinking and recalling wasn’t doing enough, and you still felt too feminine. You hated it. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the door begin to open. 

  You stepped out of the bathroom to go see who had entered, and it was Matt. 

“Oh- Hey dude. I just came here because you left your sunglasses on the table. 

He held out your glasses. You picked them up and muttered a small “thanks”. 

  “Be honest. What’s wrong.” he said abruptly. 

It caught you off guard, but you knew he had good intentions. 

“Dysphoria.” you finally admitted, your posture tense and stressed. 

   Right as you finished your sentence, Matt was hugging you. His arms were wrapped around you tightly and you felt yourself become less tense.

"I know it's tough, and I'm sorry, man." he said before quickly pulling away.

   Somehow, Matt always appeared to know what you needed when you were feeling dysphoric. A hug, comforting words, or just some company. 

"Would you like to talk about it?" he asked, looking directly into your eyes.

You thought about it for a second, then shook your head slowly. 

"Okay, uhm-" he furrowed his brows in thought. “Would you like a pep talk? Would that even help right now? I’m sorry if it doesn’t-”

“Yes. That would help.” you looked him in the eyes. 

   Matt was always trying his best when it came to your dysphoria, even if he had no idea what he was actually “supposed” to tell you. Miraculously, he’d always get it right. 

“Okay, sit there and listen to me.” he gestured to the high chair near the kitchen counter top. 

   The two of you were seated next to each other, and Matt began speaking again. 

“I know you probably feel like shit right now, and you do not deserve it at all. I’m very sorry that you feel like this, but I need you to remember that the way you’re feeling- everything you’re feeling right now- is temporary. Pretty soon you’ll be feeling better than a mother fucker, and we’ll be back home in Boston.” he said, his eyes meeting with yours every few seconds. 

  Your lips curled into a smile as his sentence ended. 

“Listen man, I love you like you're my own brother, you know that. I need you to know that we're the same. We think the same, we dress the same, hell- we even talk the same sometimes. You aren't afraid to stand up for people and sometimes- you're more of a man than I am.” he turned his head to look at you, signaling that his pep talk was done.

You let what Matt had just told you settle into your mind. He thought you were more of a man then him. You felt your eyes almost wet, but you stood up and hugged him before tears could fall.

"Thank you, Matt. That's exactly what I needed to hear." you mumbled as you held him close.

He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed up and down your back.

"It's no problem, I'm here for you. Always." He replied.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #platonic #imagines #matt sturniolo x reader #transmasc reader #matt sturniolo x male reader platonic

[darringdosie]

Hello!! If your requests are open, may I request Ben Drowned with a reader who tries to help Ben overcome his fear of water?

Either by Ben sitting on their shoulders in the pool, or by helping him bathe? Something similar to those ideas if you can!

YESSS finally I request! I’ll try my best since I haven’t wrote Ben in a while! I’m also sorry if I replied late, I was busy with school!

Overcoming fears

Character selection: ben drowned

Gender reader: All gender <often referred as they/you/Reader>

Warnings: no

Type of Oneshot: Fluff

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• if you two are planning to go to the pool nearby your house, he wouldn’t budge.

• that’s why Reader had a great idea.

• that’s when they showed up to Bens room in a swim suit.

• he did ask why, and began to whine when you asked if he wanted to go to the pool with you.

• you did bribe him with buying a new videogame if he did go.

• He did accept the deal fortunately

• the real problem starts when you end up getting there

• he would ask if he wanted to sit nearby and your mood would start to become down.

• Ben did noitces your expression

• regardless, he did come inside the pool, with he expection of holding you very tightly on the shoulders, making you go sore.

• Sure he was heavy but ay, it was something at least.

• now to take regular showers.

• Ben wouldn’t take a shower for days and not care about how he smelt.

• You soon get annoyed and tell him to go shower, of course he would refuse.

• you sigh and said that you were going to help him shower.

• he would yell, calling you a pervert for looking at his naked body, as any 12 year old boy would do.

• Eventually he would budge and let you inside the shower. You told him to breath once you turned on the water.

• ben kept hugging you to keep himself safe from the water as you help him shower him.

• you even helped him dry himself. I find that very very Cute. Of course, it’s 12 year old Ben we are talking, not some adult demon that is a literal pervert even though his original age is twelve…

• you kept doing this with every single time you need to help him overcomes his fears. You love ben anyway.

<Don’t repost anywhere else>

#writing #fiction #literature #oneshot #headcannons #ben drowned #creepypasta #ben drowned x reader #story prompt #request

[mcx7demonbros]

MC has the Omnitrix

Ft. Gn!MC, the Demon Brothers

C/W: none

Inspiration: Ben 10 Classic series, my childhood

Note: I will only make reference to alien forms in the Classic Series (2005-2008).

Lucifer

“For the love of…”

The first time he saw (or noticed) you with the weird green watch-like thingy on you arm, you nearly burned down the House of Lamentation as Heatblast. And he tried to kill you because he thought you to be an assassin. Fortunately, you turned back in time.

“MC, from now on, you can only use the Omnitrix for self-defense or with my permission.”

On one hand, Lucifer’s glad that you got something to protect yourself when none of his brothers or him is with you.

On the other hand, he knew more headaches were coming. And he was right.

“MC, why’s the slime on my chair looks like Stinkfly’s slime?”

“MC, why are there diamond shards on the painting?”

Not to mention the time, you managed to destroy half of HoL with Way Big.

Lucifer always got his revenge. When you transformed to Wildmutt, he managed to train you like he trained Cerberus.

“MC, hand!” “MC, sit!” *evil laugh*

Mammon

At first, Mammon thought of taking it from you and using it for himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get the Omnitrix off you.

But Mammon is a good at making money. So he thinks of many other ways you two can make money.

“MC, THE Great Mammon needs ya to transform into…what that little grey creature’s name? Whatever, just transform into that grey creature and look at the opponent’s cards for me. Please please please.”

And that time when you turned into Ghostfreak and decided to scare him, the entire house heard his scream.

Till now, Mammon still doesn’t remember the name of the weird green watch. He think its name is Oni something.

Leviathan

“Isn’t that the legendary Omnitrix?” Levi shouted in thrill and excitement. He couldn’t believe that he got to see the Omnitrix in his life time.

He got you to let him take many pictures of you, in different alien forms.

Levi begged you to use Upgrade to help enhance his anime watching & gaming experience. After all, tech in Devildom is of older generation than in Human Realm.

In exchange, the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy helped train you in Ripjaws form to improve your fighting ability underwater.

Satan

“Please allow me to study the Omnitrix,…for scientific purpose.”

After finding out that the Omnitrix was probably of alien origin, the fourth born would focus his research more on how to prank Lucifer.

“MC, how about using Ghostfreak to annoy Lucifer?”

The moment Lucifer saw his pen lifting up the sky by itself, he knew it was you. “MC!” You were so scared that you became visible. The moment you threw Satan under the bus, the entire anti-Lucifer League got punished.

The Avatar of Wrath is very curious whether you have a cat-like form or not.

Asmodeus

The alien form that left the most impression on the fifth born was Stinkfly.

“Ewwwwww…sorry MC, but please don’t come near me.”

On the contrary, the Avatar of Lust found other forms quite hot, like Four Arms, or XLR8. Please princess carry him as Four Arms, or XLR8, MC!

Hundreds of pics published on Devilgram, each had a different alien. But no Stinkfly though.

Beelzebub

The sixth born was glad that you have another mean to protect yourself from ill-will demons in Devildom.

Beel sees in Four Arms an arm wrestling partner.

The orange head also loves the fact that Upchuck’s big appetite can be useful, at least the usefulness can be seen immediately.

Belphegor

Joined with Satan to turn Omnitrix into useful pranking tool.

Tries to hug every alien form to sleep but found them all uncomfortable.

“MC, can you turn into a fluffy sheep form? It’s easier to sleep that way?” *yawn*

Also, the seventh born dislikes you use Cannonbolt to cannonball jump into the swimming pool. Water splashes all over him, MC.

Obey Me! Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me demon brothers #obey me mc #omnitrix #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me belphegor x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #obey me fandom

[l-lend]

Oh K! I love the idea of your birthday gifts. I guess it must have been annoying as a child to have birthday so close to christmas... it makes the rest of the year way too long to wait for presents. But increases the anticipation...

My birthday is on 31st of August. And more often than once (where I come from) this day marked the last day of summer. I don't know if it’s coincidence or just blured memory... I remember parties on a hot day in bright sunshine and swimming in a pool. Icecream, watermelons and my favourite stirred cake... with curd and a thick chocolate glacing.

And then just one day later... rain, fog and 15 degrees less. It was quite melancholic. Still is sometimes. But I also love the change of times and seasons somehow.

I wish I could share these days... the fun and the thoughtful moments afterwards... in my love's loving arms and with his cheerful smile.

Hey Caro <3

My birthdays were....interesting as a kid, but once you grow out of birthday parties in favor of small cozy get togethers, it's alright. Usually it's small dinners and a dip into some spirits. I've never written for Howzer before, but he seems like a sweetheart so let's see how this turned out.

Warning(s): flirting, references to a 'good time'

The slight chill of the water chased away the sweltering warmth of the sun as you dove under. Your held breath exiting in a practiced exhale to prevent the chlorinated water from invading your sinuses as you swam to the surface. Your lips parting to drink in the air once breaching the surface.

Your eyes drifting to your swim partner already reposed in a chair. A wedge of melon resting in his grasp half eaten. His usual meticulously groomed locked playfully disheveled by his time in the pool.

“Done swimming already, Howzer?”

He chuffed a laugh, “Just enjoying having time off for once. I'm used to getting pulled here and there.”

You smirked wading to the edge of the pool, “I mean, if that'll help. I could find you things to do.”

“and what tasks would you have me do, mesh'la?”

“You could start with getting over here.” You tittered perching your fingers on the pool's ledge.

He set down the rind by the cooler and made his approach. Crouching down to allow his gaze to be level with yours.

“Done. What's next?”

Instead of answering, you tilted your head back slightly. Your lips barely puckered. His lips soon seeking out yours as they have many times before. It was in this moment, that you pounced.

Your hands seizing his while your feet planted themselves on the pool's wall kicking off with all your might. The abrupt pull knocking off whatever balance he had. The poor clone tumbling forward into the water.

Both of you surfaced after a moment. A fit of giggles erupting from you seemingly taking the bite out of the Captain's gaze. If it were one of his troopers, he would be at least glaring, but with you the expression more resembled pouting before his smile broke through.

“Couldn't resist.” You dismissed with a shrug.

He attempted to smooth over his locks before snatching you up in his arms.

“I think you've caused enough trouble pool-side.” He half halfheartedly reprimanded as he carried you bridal style, “I have more to show you inside.”

You were finally set down in the kitchen as he moved to the fridge.

“I checked every bakery on Ryloth, and they looked at me like I had a second head, so I....”

Your eyes grew wide at seeing the dessert placed in front of you. Its shape recognizable in an instant.

“Howzer,” You whispered.

“It's not the best,” He began, his hand rubbing the side of his neck, “I had to...improvise a bit, and got some help from Eleni.”

You swiftly wrapped your arms around his waist pressing your cheek just above his heart.

“I love it.”

He pulled you closer to him. Taking a moment to savor moments like these. However, you giggled as soon as you cut into the cake. His jaw dropped at seeing the smattering of turquoise on the inside.

“It's...not supposed to look like that.”

“Brought your work home again?” You teased.

His flustered expression only settled down when your hand caressed his cheek.

“It's perfect. But I wanna unwrap my favorite present first.”

The sun rose much too soon for your liking. The early Autumn chill ushering you into your plush robe before you shuffled into the kitchen. The smell of fresh caf explaining why the bed was colder.

“Mornin', mesh'la.”

“If last night was anything to go by, then it is a good morning.”

While he busied himself pouring caf, you procured your breakfast. His lips curled as he took in your selection.

“Cake and caf?”

You smiled, “Breakfast of champions.”

#captain howzer #howzer x reader #howzer x you #L's birthday celebration

[thatanimewriter]

KOUHAI.

➳ request: Helloooo, may I send a Free! request? Can you make some headcanons for Nao with a childish kouhai pinning for him? Like they doing whatever to get his attention, help him with his work and also like to be praised. I hope it is not to vague. Thank youuuu 🙌  

➳ character/s: serizawa nao

➳ warnings: swearing

➳ notes: i'm loving the attention that nao is getting on this blog omg i feel like i’ve gotten more requests for him than anyone else and it is BEAUTIFUL

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

── 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐎.  

he noticed you were in the grade below him because he’d seen you around a lot

he only spoke to you until you almost DIED

tripped down the stairs

kinda embarrassing, but whatever

then he saw you were friendly with natsuya, so he was like

‘friend of natsuya’s is a friend of mine’

you started to develop a crush on him when none of your friends were at school because they were ‘sick’

so natsuya invited you to sit with him n nao

you asked if that was ok because it’s kinda awkward if one of them doesn’t want you there

but nao said it was chill

and honestly

that’s when nao started actually noticing you

because the child-like grin that spread across your face was imprinted into his brain forever

the only thing he could think was 

awwwwww -w-

one time you followed natsuya to help out with the swim club because you had time to spare, but he actually booted you off to nao’s care

because he saw the way you stared at him with that sparkle in your eye and maintained a wide smile every time you spoke to him

nao didn’t expect you to be there, but he was happy for your help

you asked him if he wanted you to do anything in particular

and he had told you just to clean the store room, but you were pretty fast doing that

he was very impressed when you actually took all the kick boards and miscellaneous pool things from everyone to put away yourself

he came by to check it out and was actually very happy with the way you organised it

‘woah, you did really good! maybe if you come back, i’ll have to make you our official organiser :))’

bro

what a compliment ;v;

serizawa nao would promote you to official organiser and you weren’t even part of the fucking club

iconic

from then on, you actually start coming to the club more often

not for nao

definitely not...

now, because you have childish qualities doesn’t mean you are literally a child

and nao would really enjoy that

because he’d feel super weird dating a ‘child’, firstly

and secondly, he’d still want someone with some maturity

but god if he doesn’t love your childish nature

first time you went to a swimming tournament, he almost died of cuteness seeing you in the stands with a plushie sat in your lap, waving at him enthusiastically

natsuya teases both of you HARD

every time you visit the club and you’re kicked off to nao’s supervision, you always ask about a thousand questions 

‘can i do anything to help??’

‘do you want to hold them??’ - referring to your plushie

‘can i get you anything?? snacks?? water??’

YOU PESTER HIM LIKE A KID BUT IN SUCH A LOW-KEY MOTHERLY WAY HE LOVES IT AHHHHHHHHHHH

he did take you up on your offer to hold your plushie though

he talks to them like they’re a real person

asked their name and such

says hello to you and your plushie

when he figured out you loved to be praised

he made sure to kinda lay it on thick whenever you helped him out

he indulged you once 

gave you a piggy back and carried you around for a bit 

you fell asleep like that once

and THAT was when he combusted

not to worry

your pining was returned

but would he get to admit that to you before natsuya exposed him in front of the entire swim club??

nah :))

#free #free iwatobi swim club #serizawa nao #free x reader #free iwatobi swim club x reader #serizawa nao x reader #free imagines #free iwatobi swim club imagines #serizawa nao imagines