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gigabyte-flare · 8 months

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He Comes Alive (Part 1)

Summary: Dropping out of college and moving back in with your parents is embarrassing when you live in a small town, where news and rumors spread fast. You have a chance encounter with a man that just moved into town, not realizing your life is about to get a lot more exciting.

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: vampire/plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Biting, blood, gore, murder, unprotected p in v, masterbation, oral (m and f receiving), stalking, pet names, implied kidnapping, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]

A/N: It was only a matter of time before I did a vampire au. I wanted to do a twist on Las Plagas where it turns people into vampires, also I was very much inspired by @nexysworld's vampire!Leon bot (which is excellent huehuehue). This fic takes place in the late 1980s, so canon stuff is completely thrown out the window so if that's not your thing, kindly move along.

Oakvale is a fictional town nestled in the heart of New Hampshire's White Mountain region and based heavily on my own experience growing up in small town New England. Shout out to my fellow New Englanders! 🥰

A quick reminder that I no longer do tag lists

Title inspired by Jason performed by The Midnight

Line break Divider by cafekitsune

You stand at the end of the walkway leading up to your childhood home in Oakvale, New Hampshire, holding your luggage in one hand. You take deep breaths, preparing yourself for a nasty welcome home. You can still hear your father’s rage filled voice from your phone call a few days prior. You had decided to drop out of college. You were failing your classes and you couldn’t cope with hectic college life. Your mom, on the other hand, while disappointed in your decision, understood that this was your choice and that you were an adult now.

You had gone to college at the University of Illinois majoring in accounting under your father’s strict guidance in hopes that you would graduate and then run the finances for his car repair business. He was only going to help pay for college if you majored in accounting, so you had agreed begrudgingly. You were terrible at math and hated working with numbers, it was no wonder you were struggling.

You collect your thoughts, exhale loudly and approach the front door, wheeling your luggage behind you. You stand before the front door, giving it a few light knocks. You hear movement inside the house and the sound of your mother yelling down that she is coming. The front door opens and you’re greeted with your mother’s smiling face; a very welcome sight, beating the alternative.

“Sweetheart!” your mom exclaims, wrapping her arms around you, “how was your flight?”

“It was alright, I was able to sleep most of the way,” you reply as your mom leads you into the house.

You glance into the living room as you walk into the house, seeing your father watching the weather channel. He won’t even look at you or acknowledge you. Your mom sees the distress in your face. She stands in front of you, grasping your arms gently.

“Pay him no mind, sweetie, I’ve given him strict instructions to not talk about college with you. Give him time, he’ll get over it,” your mom lets go, continuing to lead you to your bedroom, “he needs to understand that you are an adult and can make your own decisions. He knew going into this that you hated math, it’s his own fault for pushing you so hard.”

You're comforted by your mother’s words as the two of you reach the precipice of your bedroom. She opens the door for you and you are met with your childhood bedroom, exactly how you left it before you went off to college three years ago: floral bedding, light pastel pink walls, matching white furniture and boy band posters and polaroids of you and your friends attached to the walls. You make a mental note to redecorate, but that can wait until later.

Later that evening, you join your parents in the dining room for dinner. Your Mother made your favorite: pasta in tomato sauce with kielbasa, squash and zucchini. Despite the fact it was late September, the family garden was still providing fresh vegetables. At first, you all eat in silence; you don’t dare make eye contact with your father. He seems to be too absorbed in the newspaper anyway. After agonizing minutes of silence, your father finally speaks to you for the first time since you came home.

“I got you a job at the gas station, you start Monday.”

You stop mid-bite, looking at your father dumbfounded before glancing at your mother, who smiles at you. He’s referring to the one gas station in town, just on the edge of town leading to the highway.

“Th-Thank you, Dad… that’s very kind of you…” you say before continuing your meal.

All the while, you hear the TV that’s still on in the living room, playing the news, “Fish and Game is still searching for 25 year old Alicia Walker, who hasn’t been seen since Wednesday when she told her family she’d be hiking up Mt. Lafayette--”

“Oh dear… they still haven’t found that hiker, Mick?” your mom says, looking over at your father.

Your father shakes his head in dismay, “nope. Seems to be happening a lot lately, that’s the third hiker in about a month, too.”

“Hikers are going missing?” you chime in before chewing your food.

“Unfortunately. That’s what happens when you go hiking in the Notch unprepared. Promise me you’ll never hike alone,” your father says to you in a stern tone.

“Of course, Dad, I’m not stupid.”

“Good,” your father replies with a nod before he continues eating, “pasta’s delicious Sandi.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

The weekend goes by in a flash and, before you know it, it’s Monday; your first day at your new job at the gas station. It’s an easy enough job, just working the cash register as people come in to buy things and get gasoline for their vehicles. What your father had failed to tell you, however, is that he got you the late shift: 6:00pm to midnight. The day shift person, an older woman named Peggy, who also trained you briefly, let you know that police officers often stop in at night to check on things, giving you some comfort. Oakvale wasn’t a bad town by any means, but this gas station was also close to the highway; anyone could come in.

That is made apparent when the chief of police himself stops in around 10:00pm, Chief Robert Dion, but most people in town just call him Chief Bob or just Chief. He was a burly man with a large mustache that he used wax to curl the ends; he almost looks like a cartoon character. His hair and beard are starting to show his old age. You recall he’s a nice man; you smile at him from behind the cash register as he walks through the door.

“Chief Bob! Long time no see!”

“Well, hey there little lady! Mick told me you were working at the gas station now! When did you get back into town?”

“Friday afternoon. I’m… not cut out for college, I guess…” you reply, your tone becoming morose.

“Hey! Don’t get down! Take some time to yourself and try again.” he says, leaning up against the counter on one arm.

“Thanks Chief. What’s the latest gossip in town? I’m sure I’ve missed a ton in three years.”

“Mostly about those missing hikers. I’m sure you heard--”

The sudden roar of a motorcycle cuts him off as a Harley Davidson motorcycle pulls up to one of the pumps outside before cutting the power. You watch from your peripheral vision as the driver gets off the bike. You draw your attention back to Chief Bob.

“As I was saying… I’m sure you heard about the missing hikers.”

You nod, “yeah, it was on the news when we were having dinner on Friday.”

You hear the electronic chime on the door go off as someone walks in and that’s when your eyes settle on what is quite possibly the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in your life. Tall, with short blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a leather jacket with worn denim jeans and work boots. Chief Bob moves out of the way to let the man come to the register. Your heart can’t help but race in your chest as your eyes are locked on the man.

“Can I get $5 on pump uh…” the man leans to look out the window at the number of the pump he parked at outside, “four?”

“S-Sure, of course! $5 please,” you reply, kicking yourself internally for stuttering.

The man pulls his wallet out from his back pocket, setting down a five dollar bill. Your eyes drift to his hands to check to see if he’s wearing a wedding band on his left ring finger; you don’t see one. Shifting your gaze back up, you see that his eyes are suddenly locked on yours; he gives you a playful smirk and winks before he turns to walk out.

“You’re out awfully late,” Chief Bob says to the man as he walks by.

“Had some errands to run. Take care Chief,” the man replies before walking back outside to fill his bike.

Your eyes are once again locked on the man before Chief Bob’s voice draws your attention back, “I think that’s the guy that bought ol’ Archie Mason’s place about a month ago.”

Archie Mason. Now that’s a name you haven’t heard in a while. You knew him as Mr. Mason, a curmudgeon of a man that lived on a dead end road in the woods by himself in town. As kids, you’d dare each other to go to his house, knock on his front door and see who could run the fastest before getting caught. Mr. Mason hated children.

“When did Mr. Mason die?” you ask as you get the $5 bill the handsome man gave you into the cash register.

“I think… two years ago? The house finally went through probate and was sold. That guy moved in and has been fixing it up ever since. Usually see him at Rocky’s.”

Rocky’s is a hardware store in Oakvale, a popular spot for all the younger and middle aged men in town, right up there with Moe’s bar, which was conveniently right next door to the hardware store. You hear Chief Bob talking to you still, but you can’t focus. Instead, your attention is on the mystery man pumping gas into his motorcycle, your heart all aflutter.

You wake up around 9:30am Wednesday morning, shuffling over to your closet to put on some clothes. Afterwards, you go into the bathroom to fix your hair, brush your teeth and put your makeup on. All the while, you can hear your father hard at work in the garage on someone’s car through the various open windows in the house. You decide to pay him a visit after you get yourself put together.

You go outside, walking over to the adjacent auto repair shop, stopping to glance up at the sign hanging off the building: Mick’s Auto Repair. Every business in town had this unspoken rule that their business had to have their name in it; Mick’s Auto Repair, Rocky’s Hardware, Moe’s Bar and Grille, Sally’s Sew Shop, just to name a few. You continue walking, walking into the shop through the open garage door.

“Hey Dad!” you call out, looking around before seeing your father’s legs sticking out from under the car he’s working on.

You watch as he rolls out from under the car, his face, clothing and hands covered in oil stains. He looks up at you, his eyes squinting from the sun leaking into the garage.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asks.

“You didn’t tell me Mr. Mason had died.”

“Oh… yeah… died in his sleep. The old fart was 92. Didn’t really come as a shock to anyone.” your dad replies, rolling himself back under the car.

“Do you know anything about the guy that bought the house?” you continue to pry, crossing your arms as you look down, addressing your father’s feet.

“Yeah, his name’s Leon, I think. Moved in from D.C. if I heard right. What about him?”

“Oh… nothing… he came into the gas station the other night…” you reply, your voice trailing out as the butterflies stir up in your gut thinking about him.

Leon… that suits him, you think to yourself.

“Now don’t you go getting any ideas, the last thing you need right now, young lady, is to be distracted by some boy. He’s too old for you anyway-- oh fuck!” your father curses as you hear something snap from under the car, rolling back out with a broken wrench in his hand.

“That’s not good,” you comment, watching as your father shoots you a glare.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, “can you run over to Rocky’s real quick and get me another one? I’d go but I’m caked in oil. Don’t need Rock yelling at me for tracking oil into his store again. I’ll pay you back.”

“Sure, no problem! I’ll be right back!” you say, heading back into the house to grab your purse from your bedroom.

You grab the broken wrench from your father so you make sure to get the right one and head out. The hardware store is about a 15 minute walk from your house, so you decide to just walk, enjoying the crisp hair and sun of early fall. Coming upon Rocky’s Hardware, you step inside, a bell hanging off the door ringing as you walk in.

“Well, well, well! If it isn’t Mick’s little girl! How’s it going, sweetheart?” Rocky says from the cash register.

Rocky is another older man, medium build with a head full of gray hair and a big, bushy gray mustache.

“Hey Rocky!” you reply as you pull your father’s broken wrench from your purse, “Dad broke another wrench, sent me to get another one for him.”

“Jesus… they don’t make them like they used to, do they? Aisle 6 dear, on the left.” Rocky says, gesturing into the store.

“Thanks Rock,” you say before proceeding to the aisle in question; however, when you turn to walk down the aisle, you stop dead in your tracks.

Leon, the man from the gas station the other night, is standing in the aisle looking at hardware, which is on the opposite side of the tools. You stand there, staring at him like an idiot, your heart pounding in your throat. As if sensing your presence, the man turns to you, giving you that same smirk from the other night.

“You’re that cute girl from the gas station,” he says; it wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

He remembered you. He also called you cute, making your stomach twist in anxiety.

“Y-Yeah…” you manage to say before working up the courage to walk into the aisle to look at the tools.

Leon’s eyes stay on you as you approach, watching as you draw your attention to the tools.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a hardware store?” he asks playfully, you can hear him smirking as he moves to stand next to you.

“Oh… my Dad broke his wrench. He asked me to get him another one.” you reply, trying desperately not to let your nerves get the better of you as you show Leon the broken wrench.

“Oh dear! Let’s see…” Leon starts as he looks up at all the different tools, reaching up to grab one of the wrenches hanging off the display, “this one looks like the same wrench, here you go.”

Leon hands you the new wrench, his fingers lightly caressing yours as he pulls his hand away, a gesture that is not missed by you. You feel your cheeks flush as you tuck the broken wrench back into your purse.

“Thank you mister…?”

“The name’s Leon Kennedy. But please, just call me Leon.” he replies, making eye contact with you, “what’s your name?”

You pause for a moment before you practically stutter your name out. You watch as Leon smiles at you, his eyes taking you in as he looks up and down at you.

“That is a lovely name,” he says, the compliment hitting you straight into your core; you feel your panties become slick.

“Th-Thank you… you have a nice name, too.”

Leon gives you a gentle pat on your shoulder, “I gotta go pay for my stuff. Hopefully we can see more of each other, yeah?”

You stare at him in awe for a moment before nodding, “Yes! I… I’d like that, too…”

He gives you a wink before he turns to walk out of the aisle and up to the cash register, where you hear him make small talk with Rocky. You are frozen in place in a desperate attempt to calm yourself down. You wait until you hear the bell on the door ring before you go up to the register to pay for the new wrench.

You couldn’t get home fast enough, your entire being a bundle of nerves. Once you get home, you walk through the open garage door to give your father the wrench. You find he’s not in the garage, so you walk back into the house, only to find him standing in front of the TV in the living room, watching the news.

“Dad, I got the wrench--” you begin to say as you cut yourself off, seeing there’s a breaking news report playing on the TV, “what’s wrong?”

Your father turns to you, his look is forlorn, “another hiker went missing, they were last seen Monday.”

That night, after getting home from your shift at the gas station, you toss and turn in bed, unable to get comfortable. You can’t get Leon off your mind. Tossing your comforter off you, you lay on your back, propping your legs up and spread them as your right hand dips under the hem of your underwear, your fingers finding your clit to rub slow circles into it.

As you lose yourself to your own pleasure you moan Leon’s name softly, closing your eyes to picture the way his beautiful blue eyes looked up and down your body earlier today, the way his jeans hugged his slender hips. You could almost smell his leather jacket. Your fingers pick up the pace on your clit, causing your hips to buck into your fingers as you chase your high, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning loudly.

You turn your head towards your windows, slowly opening your eyes, only for your breath to be caught in your throat as you spot a pair of glowing red eyes peering into your window. You watch as the eyes suddenly dart away from the window, thumping sounds quickly following. You quickly pull your hand out from your underwear and practically jump out of bed to your window, throwing it open to look out. You look around, seeing nothing in the darkness. Your bedroom is on the second floor, it couldn’t have been a person. People don’t have glowing red eyes.

You take deep breaths, realizing your thoughts are only psyching yourself out. It was just your imagination in the heat of you getting yourself off, you decide, before you shut your window, locking it. Just in case. You walk back over to your bed, collapsing into it, your arousal having been scared out of you, so you quickly drift off to sleep.

Part 2

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undercoverpena · 10 months

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v. you make me feel wild

javier peña x f!reader | chapter five of late night texts

summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.

chapter warnings: fluff. flirting. continuous romcom vibes. an: it's happening. everyone stay calm. also, we have a new header ;) wordcount: 2.2k.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

Woke up this morning and remembered that we’re going to meet

I may have also woke up smiling

On a scale of Javi smiles was it bigger than the one when we destressed one another?

bigger you flirt

I’ve learnt from you. Never used to be like this. I was innocent before talking to you.

somehow baby I doubt that

We can argue about it later if you want? When I kick your ass at the crossword.

cant wait. try not to let those assholes get you down

I’m on my best behaviour this week. Need them to not revoke going to Houston.

oh any special reason

Not really.

ouch baby

Ask silly questions, win silly prizes.

im going to houston too

Oh are you? Any special reason?

gonna meet this beautiful woman who is an outrageous flirt

Great now I'm blushing.

you make it so easy

I have to go, the meeting is beginning, I'm sorry. Speak later, baby xx

Pop doesn’t bring it up, even if he knows. He waits—like dads do.

Forcing Javi to bring it up, all awkward—sweat pebbling around his neck, lower spine and brow. Not helped by the sun beating down on them, having to shout parts over the occasional animal grunt heard over their discussion as they repair the barn door.

Lately, his Pop leaves him to do bits like this alone. But he’s been hovering. More since the phone calls began and a level above that since he walked in on him the other night.

He stews in it. Allows it to thicken before he really brings it up—unsure whether to come out with it or skate around it. The two of them have gotten out of practice when it comes to sharing.

Javi is more used to lying to save face than being honest.

A hazard of his old job, he supposed. A mask he applied so his old man didn’t worry. Now, with those same occupational worries gone, Javi still finds it hard to let people in. Truly in. Not wanting to discuss Colombia, discuss Cali or Escobar.

It all adds to a pile of things the two Peñas don't talk about.

This wasn’t even bad news. It was good. Precisely what everyone wanted—including him—yet the words still seem to ball up in his throat. Rounding off, becoming a lump that sits.

Making it hard to breathe as he lifts a piece of wood; making it hard to twist when he moves to grab the hammer.

So much so, the words eventually just burst out of him. More like a confession than anything else.

“—that must have been real embarrassing for you.”

He can hear you stifling a laugh. His verbal reenactment of the conversation in the field with his Pop having tickled you.

“You’re an awful person,” he says, twisting the cord around his finger, smirking.

“If you feel that way, baby. We can always not meet.”

“Don’t you fucking dare. We’re meeting,” he says, coating his words in playfulness, even if there's a serious undertone remaining.

Turning on the spot, he leans against the wall. Finger looping more of the cord—hearing you lightly laugh.

“What... what is the plan, anyway?”

You hum, and he hears you shifting. Likely getting comfortable or reaching for something.

He’s learnt that often when he calls, you’re on your sofa—a blanket, sometimes over your lap. You like to be cosy, even if it's a warm day.

Other times you’re in your room, sitting on the bed—or under the sheets. It depends entirely on how warm you are, and how you’re feeling.

“Well, work will pay for my hotel for my two-night stay, and then if we, y'know, wanted to stay, I’ll just need to sort a room out for after.”

“How long have you managed to book off?”

It comes out shaky, more than he means it to.

Some of the finer details of your two’s meet left simmering in the centre of your usual conversations.

Both of you are evidently too afraid to ask.

“I’ll have managed to book off the week. Two days, including the day I land, for work and then the rest—if you're not a weirdo—can be with you.”

Grinning, he leans his head back, resting it against the wall. “Bit late now for you to be worrying about me being a weirdo, baby. I know the sounds you make when I make you—“

“Javi!”

Smirking, he bites the inside of his cheek. “It sounds good. Tell me the hotel, and I can book a room there.”

He hears it, the relief. The way you let out a breath, it blowing down the phone—making him smile.

“Y-you don’t mind?”

“You expected me to?”

Pausing, he hears you shuffle again. Sounding more like you’re on your bed than your sofa. “I mean, no. I guess I wasn’t sure what you’d assume. Cause, while there’s a good chance when I see you, I’ll want to spend every waking moment with you, there’s, y’know…”

Grinning, he curls the phone line around his palm, fingers sliding between parts. “The chance it could be a lot?”

“I just don’t want to fuck this up.”

He doubts you could.

From what he knows of you, he’s sure of it.

But, he also isn’t quite ready to confess he’s already pretty head over heels for you. That he is without seeing your face, knowing how tall you are—whether you have dimples or not, whether you smile with your lips or your entire face.

“How’re you gonna fuck this up, baby?”

You go silent, wondering if that’s the point you’ve shrugged to no one but your apartment.

“I’ve heard I’m a lot,” you say quietly.

Something snaps in him, a fracture running through him. “That’s alright. Steve told me I’m an asshole.”

“You’re not an asshole—“

“And I promise you’re not a lot. If anything, you could actually talk more to me.”

“Shut up, I talk loads.”

He smiles, biting the inside of his cheek as he sighs. “I'm excited to see you.”

“Me too.”

Moving closer to the wall, he swallows, looking at the chipped tile in his kitchen. “You’re not gonna fuck this up, baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Promise. Let me book the room for the same amount of days as you, and then we can take it from there,” he says.

Struggling to hide his smile as you excitedly tell him you'll go grab your hotel details. More so when he's sure he heard you trip over something.

Are we going to do this when we meet?

you want to still do the crossword together

Yeah! We can find a place to pick up the paper if you want?

id like that

Good! Now, hit me with the next one so I can get some sleep so I can see you quicker.

got me blushing baby

7th word is d from ciders and clue is replacing, nine

Insteadof. This one is easy.

yeah im beginning to see that

Maybe we’re getting good at it?

let’s put it to the test, self-confidence six

Okay that one did take me a second but it’s aplomb.

you amaze me

Thank you. I think I should try and get some sleep, don’t want to look half-dead when I see you.

I doubt you ever could

I can’t believe I’m going to see the face that matches that suave voice.

suave ay. cant wait to see how pretty your smile is

You’re making me blush again.

tomorrow ill get to see it in person

You will. Goodnight, baby.

If I wasn’t meeting you it would be criminal being up this early.

Actually, it isn't even early. It is still night.

morning to you to baby I’m about to get on the road

Ok, I'm going to make myself the largest coffee.

Also if you’re not there after half an hour I’ll just head to the hotel.

hermosa I’m picking you up

I know but just in case, least you know I won’t be standing around.

you won’t be because I’ll be there

Javi, this way you have options to take one look at me and drive the other way.

I won’t do that

I’m just giving options and in case there is traffic

hermosa, im not going to stand you up

Okay, can’t blame a girl for wanting to help.

you can help me by getting your ass to the airport

Getting bossy, are we? I like it.

fuck baby you cant say things like that to me when i need to leave

Just something to think about on your long drive. Please drive safe, baby. See you soon.

see you in several hours

Javi is surprised at how smooth the drive is.

He watches the sun rise up as the miles tick on, sliding his aviators from his shirt to up on his nose. He finds a surprising road stop that serves not-bad coffee.

The kind that doesn’t leave that cheap tinge on his tongue or bitterly sitting in the back of his throat.

He doesn’t feel nervous, either.

And on top of that, he finds a parking spot at the airport with ease.

In a way, he worries it’s too good to be true. That such smoothness now means a rocky hill later.

That’s when the nerves kick in. It sitting, fluttering in his stomach—at first, all little wings and then all of a sudden something larger.

Shifting the parking brake into place, he turns the key to silence the car. His pulse creates a beat—steady, almost orchestral—as he glances up at the sea of people stepping out of the airport.

This is it.

He’s been trying not to picture you—attempting not to turn shapes into something solid. Javi wants the experience when his eyes land on you, as though his world is in black and white, and then he’ll see colour.

It’s what he hopes.

A part, small but insistent, keeps chipping away at him, reminding him to plan for the worst. To have a backup plan—a way out.

Picking up his phone, he stares at the blank screen. Somewhat reassured that you hadn’t either texted that you’d arrived earlier—or worse, you’d changed your mind.

Lifting his chin, sliding his palm over his jeans, he takes a breath—deep, heavy, the kind that expands his chest until it can’t anymore.

You should have landed by now.

His eyes glance at the time on his watch as he takes another breath. Checking down at his shirt, making sure for the hundredth time he hadn’t spilt coffee—ensuring dark brown hadn’t stained pink.

It’s what you had asked for.

How will I know it’s you? youll know Because you’re oh so handsome? yes that and ill wear bright pink For me? You spoil me.

Running his tongue over the front of his teeth, he brushes his palm over his face.

It’s only then that he allows his eyes to flick from face to face, worry creeping in. It trying to merge with the happiness he’s been stifling on the drive. Scanning and scanning, glancing and glancing—

Then, in a worn denim jacket, legs out, dragging a battered suitcase behind, he sees you.

Or who he hopes is you.

If it is, you look nervous. It makes you stand out from the crowd of bustling people around you, as they struggle to get past you, and you struggle to force it behind a smile or banish it from your cheeks.

Even from here, it pulsates. You finding it more difficult as shaky hands pull out something from your pocket, unfolding it, before he sees the most ridiculous hand-drawn sign in between your fingers.

It’s definitely you.

You who has scratched Javi P onto a piece of paper, all accompanied by a worried expression on your face as you shift from leg to leg.

Javi isn’t sure why you made the sign. You didn’t need it.

Somehow, against all logic and odds, he knew it was you. His arm shoving the car door wide as he exits, not looking back to check it slams into place as he crosses to you, watching, waiting with his heart in his throat for your eyes to land on him.

And when they do.

It’s an eclipse.

It hits your eyes first, making them gleam like a beacon guiding him home. Then it reaches your cheeks, lips sliding up, teeth showing as you lower the sign, staring at him as he moves closer, forgetting all the others around the two of you.

As though a single soul has never even existed outside the two of you.

It’s just him and you.

Coming to a stop in front of you, he lets himself stare you up and down—voice and texts stitching themselves to the face he now sees.

Flexing his fingers at his side, Javi watches you slowly lick your lips as his heart slides back into its rightful place. The nerves slowly stop fluttering, and his mind begins to catch back up with him.

And the only thought that remains is: You're beautiful.

More than his mind could ever conjure or create.

“Hi,” you say.

And it falls like glitter from your lips to his ears.

His lips are unable to relax from their grin, spreading wider, cheeks aching as he fights running his knuckles against your cheek. “Hi.”

an: if this was a sitcom, this would be my season finale... but alas it isn’t, so you only have to wait a week for them to be hanging out *wink, wink*

✨ also, check out this really cool moodboard a beautiful soul made for LNT for the birthday bash

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vodika-vibes · 1 month

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hello!!! i would like to request something for the follower event please! i would like to request aquamarine with wrecker in fall please! i also want wrecker to be emotionally intelligent please! i feel like it’s something that’s very underrated abt him.

i was thinking about something where the reader is the medic to the bad batch, who has been recently heartbroken so horribly by an ex that she’s given up on love entirely. then wrecker comes along being his lovable, caring, and joyous self and the reader can feel herself falling for him. but because of her history with love, she tries to close herself off from him.

wrecker, who has been falling in love with the reader, can see that something is wrong, and tries to help but receives a cold shoulder. eventually wrecker confesses his feelings for the reader, and the reader tells wrecker that she feels the same but is scared about getting hurt again. wrecker reassures her that he is not going to break her heart, and tells her that love is about taking a leap of faith.

so the reader takes that leap of faith and it ends with the reader and wrecker having their first kiss!

absolutely no rush to get this finished btw! thank you so much, and i hope you have a wonderful day/night!!

I Can Fix That

Summary: Wrecker knows that the pretty Doctor has sworn off love. She’s never been shy about that, or about how awfully her ex treated her. But, he’s pretty sure that he can fix this.

Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 652

Prompts: Aquamarine - Healing Love

Warnings: Implications of a previous abusive relationship, though there's no details

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Sorry that this took so long! I needed to come up with a good idea, and I think I finally found one. Also, I couldn't add in all of the details, due to my self-imposed word limit, but the implications are there.

“You need some help, Doc?” Wrecker asks with a grin as he knocks on the door to the medbay on the Marauder, “I’ve got nothing to do and Hunter told me to make myself useful.”

She frowns at him, though Wrecker can tell it’s not because she’s annoyed with him, so much as the situation, “I’m actually all set here, Wrecker. So long as no one gets hurt, it’ll stay that way.”

“Well, you know what Tech is like.”

She pauses, and then makes a face and turns to pull some bandages out from over the sink, “Honestly, for such a smart man you’d think that he’d be able to pay more attention.”

Wrecker grins, “He does pay attention. To his project.”

“You’re not helping.”

He laughs, “Sorry, sorry.” He settles on one of the chairs and stretches his legs out, “In any event, as soon as Tech finishes the repairs we can get out of here. I’m not a huge fan of how humid it is.”

She shoots him an odd look, “I mean, I don’t like it either. But why do you dislike it so much?”

Wrecker’s grin widens and he smooths his hand over his head, “It’ll ruin my hair.”

A startled laugh falls from her pretty lips, and Wrecker’s wide grin softens. He’s glad that she’s not giving him the cold shoulder anymore, it makes flirting with her so much easier.

Her laughter subsides after a few moments, but a few giggles still escape her lips, “You’re such a goof, Wrecker.”

“Well, someone on this ship has to be funny, it might as well be me.” He folds his arms over his chest, “You know,” Wrecker says slowly after a moment, “We’re going back to Ord Mantell after this.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Well, there’s this nice little food stall, they sell these little pancake things with desserts in the middle-?”

“You mean crepes?” She asks.

“Yeah, I think that’s what they’re called.” He watches her closely, “You want to get some with me?”

She pauses, and there’s a flash of uncertainty on her face.

“No judgment if you don’t, Firefly.” Wrecker adds, his voice gentle, “I know that your ex and his actions make dating hard, make trusting people hard-”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Wrecker-”

He holds up a hand, “Let me talk, please?”

She settles, though the look of uncertainty lingers on her face.

“Thank you.” Wrecker pauses to collect his thoughts, “I love you. You’re…amazing. You’re smart and kind and funny and good. And you’re so afraid of being hurt that you refuse to even consider a relationship.”

She ducks her head, her hands clutching the hem of her jacket.

“And that’s fine. I have no idea of the kind of stuff your ex put you through, but I can guess.” Wrecker leans in, “This is me making sure that you know that I’m interested. And me letting you know that I’m a patient man and I can wait until you’re ready for a relationship.”

She blinks at him, startled.

“So, what do you say? Want to get crepes with me? Just as friends, no more.”

She’s quiet for a long time, long enough that Wrecker starts to think that she’s going to turn him down, but then her grip loosens on the hem of her jacket, “Do you remember if they had fruit crepes?”

And Wrecker grins, “You know, I think they do.”

“Well, in that case…” She won’t meet his gaze, “I do like crepes. And I like spending time with you.”

“Then it’s a date.” Her gaze snaps up, and he grins, “A friend date, but a date all the same.” Wrecker pushes to his feet, “Now, I have to go. I was supposed to be helping Tech.”

She blinks, and then laughs, “Wrecker!”

“What? You’re so much better to look at than my own brother. See you later, Doc!”

#star wars #tbb #vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration #tbb wrecker x reader #wrecker x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

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sentientcave · 4 months

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And They Were Roommates

Part 2!

Sooner than I thought I'd get it done, but I ended up with more time today than I thought. It's moving day! This one goes out to the two people who read this so far (ilu), and also the dream of affordable rent and friendly, walkable neighbourhoods.

Part 1 Here

Fem!SoapxFemReader

~2.6k

Alcohol mention, SFW

MDNI - 18+ Blog even if this is you know, pretty tame at the moment

Your apartment is on the third floor of a walk-up, with a little balcony off the living room, and a decently sized kitchen. The rooms aren’t too small either, and your landlord has never cared about you putting holes in the walls or painting, only that you’re quiet and you have not once been late paying the rent. She lives on the first floor, and you have a sort of pleasant, neighbourly relationship with her. It’s easy enough to like a landlord that doesn’t raise your rent arbitrarily or drag their feet on repairs, but Leslie’s also a handsome, handy butch, and her wife, Amelia, is a wispy artist, and you’ve always been on the cusp of wanting to be properly friendly. You let her know before you head off to work that you have a new roommate moving in today, and that there would be a bit of noise in the afternoon.

“Oh, you found someone? Good. You want them on the lease?” she asks.

“I don’t think she wants to be. She’s just giving me cash so I can pay it. Is that alright?”

Leslie nods. “Sure is, honey. Thanks for letting me know. Oh, and I want to do a check on the radiators before the cold weather hits— Shouldn’t need into your apartment, but the pipes’ll be clanging something awful. It’s supposed to be cold and rainy Monday, so I’ll turn on the heat, and you can text me if your rads don’t warm up.”

“Alright. Thanks Leslie.”

She laughed. “You don’t have to thank me. You’re just saving me paperwork and a trip up the stairs. I’ll be standing by this afternoon if you need the door taken off the hinges to get any furniture through.”

You head off to work, humming to yourself. There’s time to stop for a take out coffee too, something you’d been denying yourself for the last few weeks to conserve money, and the barista gives you an extra shot of espresso, just because she missed seeing you.

God, you would have hated moving away. This neighbourhood has been good to you, and starting over somewhere else would have been hard. You recognize most of the faces around you, and often get a smile or a nod when you pass by, or even a good morning from a few. It feels like being part of a community. You unlock the door to the shop, and you don’t bother locking it behind you while you quickly get things set up.

The bell above the door jingles just as you’re about to go and flip the sign. “You know, you should really keep that locked when you’re not open,” John says. He’s an irregular regular, the sort of customer you see every few days for a couple weeks and then not at all for months at a time. You like him— He’s always polite, and he always takes your recommendations seriously, and comes back to tell you what he thinks. He’s older, but in a non-distinct way where he could be anywhere from 30 to 45. The muttonchops kind of make it hard to tell.

“A customer coming in a minute or two ahead of time is not terribly concerning to me, John. And the shop is open, I just haven’t flipped the sign yet.” You do so, and dust your hands together, like you’ve just accomplished some great feat.

“What if I wasn’t a customer?”

“What, like a robber? I’d give them the money from the till and then ring up the cops so they can stand around and be useless a while.”

His stern expression cracks into a smile, the crows feet around his eyes deepening. “Alright, fair enough.”

“You’re here early. Usually don’t see you until lunch hour. Got a busy day ahead?” You absently straighten a pile of books on the table by the door before you return to your perch behind the counter to sip your coffee.

“Yeah. Helping one of my sergeants move this afternoon. Someplace in the neighbourhood, but you’ll be closed long before we finish.”

You hadn’t realized he was military, but now it seems obvious. He’s got that straight-backed, keen-eyed look to him that could belong to few other professions. “Oh, are you Jamie’s captain?” you ask, connecting the dots. It's too close to be a coincidence.

He raises his eyebrows. “You’re her new flatmate?”

“Yeah! Ha, I guess you’ll get to see how I live. Always weird when a customer crosses the threshold of familiarity.”

“Didn’t realize you two knew each other.”

“We don’t— Not yet, anyway. I’ve had an ad out for over a month, she’s the first person who’s responded that I think I could actually live with. You would not believe the number of guys who responded thinking that a picture of their dick counted as a reference.”

“Did Jamie give you references?”

“Yes, her old landlord, her LT and her Captain— Guess that’s you. But I met Ghost last night, and I didn’t really think I needed to call the other numbers after meeting Jamie.” You shrug. “Although looking back on it, I guess getting a vibe check from a giant in a balaclava is maybe not the most legitimate reference I could have received.”

“You ever think you might be too trusting?” John asked, leaning against the counter. He didn’t have a tendency to use his size to intimidate, but he was looming over you now, giving you a stern glare that you’re sure his newer recruits have nightmares about. You’re not intimidated though. You’re too familiar with him by now to be worried. He’s just got this protective, almost fatherly streak to him, and a bit of paranoia that makes more sense now that you know it’s coming from his military background.

“Have you ever thought that you might not be trusting enough?” you ask sweetly. “Not to sound trite, but I’ve found that when you approach things with an open mind and heart, things work out. But maybe I’ve just been lucky.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t been eaten alive,” John grumbles, moving away from the counter, shaking his head.

You just shake your head too, picking up your phone so you can text Jamie.

I met your captain!! Well I already knew him but I didn’t know he was your captain

The response comes in almost instantly

UR BOOKSTORE GRIL<

GIRL<

NO FOCKIN WAY<

???

caps got a crush on ye. dirty old man >:( <

Dinny wry kitty ill fight im 4 u<

You hear John’s phone ding. He glances at the screen and laughs, and then looks over at you. “Jamie just told me to square up.”

“Wouldn’t be fair. I bet she fights dirty,” you tell him. “Is that why you call her Soap?”

He laughs again, his broad shoulders shaking. “No, but it might as well be.”

John buys a couple of old westerns and heads out soon after, leaving you to putter around the shop. You get a few customers through, though not many. Fridays are never very busy. Saturday and Sunday are always the busiest days of the week, and the days that the little book shop is open the longest. From what you've gathered, Bruce, the owner, makes most of the money to keep the place going by renting out studio space upstairs. The second floor is a wide open room, and the third floor a maze of little studios. There's a bulletin board behind your counter with all the workshops and events listed. Bruce lives at the other end of the first floor, and you rarely see him. The bookstore was something for his wife, who had gotten bored and moved on to pottery, and then glass blowing, and was currently occupying a studio upstairs and writing a novel. Sometimes she asked you to read chapters of it, and you had to come up with polite ways to tell her that she needed to put a lot more work in that wouldn’t get your ass fired.

Jamie texts you updates on the move, mostly complaints about how she didn’t think she’d need so many boxes, she didn’t think she had that much stuff, as well as a picture of her reclining on a couch while Gaz and Ghost lift it into the air, with the caption RIDES HERE that you receive just as you’re locking up the store.

They gonna carry you the whole way here?

no :( LT said im 2 heavy <

rude fucker <

You should reconsider your no killing in your spare time policy Just this once

ur rite. <

only after ahm dun mvoing tho<

hes useful 2 me yet<

You giggle and stow your phone back in your pocket, picking up your pace so you'd have time to do a quick, last minute clean of the apartment and shut Red Herring in your room so he doesn’t make a run for freedom while the doors are open.

He never listens when you tell him he doesn’t have what it takes to make it out there alone.

You happen to glance out the window when a pickup truck pulls up in front of the building. John and Gaz climb out. It’s a smaller model, and the couch from the picture is strapped sideways across the short-box bed with a pile of boxes stacked neatly underneath. A blue sports car pulls up behind it, and Ghost unfolds himself from the passenger side while Jamie throws her door open and hops out of the driver’s side. You head downstairs to meet them at the front door.

As soon as she sees you, Soap runs over and throws her arms around your waist, picking you up bodily and swinging you around, like she’s a soldier returning from the war and you the long suffering wife awaiting her return back home. You shriek with laughter and hold on tight, worried that she’ll drop you. Not that it’s all that far from the ground. Maybe it’s just kind of nice to be manhandled by a big strong woman.

“Missed ye,” she says in your ear.

“Jamie, we just saw each other yesterday,” you remind her, still laughing. “We just met yesterday.”

“Pff. No matter.” She gives you one more spin before setting you down. “Awlright, let’s put these big strong lads to work, aye? If ye ask nice Gaz’ll prob’ly take off his shirt.”

“I think he should keep it on, actually,” you say dryly.

“Yer right, kitty, don’t want to get distracted while there’s a job to be done. I’ll take my shirt off for ye later, since yer insistin'.” She loops an arm over your shoulders and presses a quick peck to the side of your head before letting go and dashing back over to the vehicles, giving you no chance to say that you most certainly had not been insisting.

No one lets you help, beyond opening doors and helping them navigate corners, but you suspect that you really only would have slowed up the process. They make carrying the couch up the stairs look easy, and the whole job is done in under an hour, despite the three flights of stairs. Soap moves her car to the lot, taking the space Leslie indicates, and you walk up together, Leslie telling her the laundry hours and letting her know that she was welcome to paint her room any colour she liked.

“Hey, John,” Leslie says peering in the open door with a grin. “Haven’t seen you around in a while.”

John turns a curious shade of pink. “Ah, well. Things have been busy. No time for workshops.”

“Well, you’re welcome back any time. Bring your friends, even.” She claps Soap on the shoulder as she turns to head back downstairs. It strikes you that she only came up to say hello to John, who had done his best to avoid her the whole time they’d been moving boxes. “Nice to meet you, Jamie. You’d best be good for our girl.”

“Ahm always good,” Soap protests. “Ask anyone.”

Leslie glances over at Gaz, Ghost and Price, who shake their heads in unison.

“Awlright, ask anyone except these bastards. They dinnae appreciate me. Even when I was going to order them takeaway and git ‘em a few pints.” She pouts, leaning against the doorway dramatically clutching her chest. “Ahm misunderstood in my own time.”

Leslie chuckles. “Well, she’s a handful. Good luck with that one, honey,” she tells you as she trots back downstairs.

You shuffle Soap into the apartment and close the door so you can release Red Herring from the confines of your bedroom, where he’s been yowling his displeasure for the past hour. She flops over the back of the couch, landing upside down with a sigh, and pulls out her phone, head tipped over the edge of the seat. “What do ye lads want? A Chinese? Or somethin’ else?”

“We also don’t have to stick around.” Gaz looks around at the others. John is looking at your bookshelf with interest, and Ghost is crouched in the hallway, greeting Red Herring. Gaz gives you a sheepish smile. “Or, uh. Maybe we do.”

Soap hauls herself into a more upright position, both hands still holding her phone. Her core strength must be unreal. You briefly wonder if she has actual, honest-to-god abs. “You want ‘em gone, kitty? Hens only?”

It strikes you that whatever this group has going on, it’s more than a little codependent. Better to get used to them now. “It’s alright. I’ll hang out in my room if I run out of social battery. Used to do that when Fern’s friends got to be too much.”

Soap tosses her phone down and flips her legs over the side of the couch and then to the floor. “Oh no, kitty. Dinna start off bein’ accomodatin’ when ye’d rather not be. I can tell ‘em to fuck off. Weal. I can tell Gaz and the captain to fuck off. I have ta drive LT home. No cabbie in his right mind will take the poor fella.”

“Not even the one’s not in their right minds,” Ghost says mournfully. Somehow, he’s coaxed Red up onto his shoulder, and is wearing the fat orange cat like a fur stole. You can hear the cat purring from several feet away. “For some reason, I make people nervous.”

“Couldn’t be the eye black and the fuckin’ skull motif, LT,” Soap says.

“Couldn’t be the size of you either,” Gaz adds.

“Sweetest pup I know,” John agrees. “People just don’t trust these days. Sign of society collapsin’.” He winks at you.

“What’s the word, kitty?” Soap drapes herself over your shoulders and nuzzles against your hair. Her nose runs along the curve of your neck, and it doesn’t seem to bother her even a little that the other three are watching with fascination. They're trying to be subtle about it, and failing miserably. John has a book in his hands, holding it upside down. Gaz is pretending to study a picture on the wall. Ghost is… Well, Ghost isn’t pretending to be subtle. “Want ‘em to go?” Her voice sounds a little breathy against your ear, and you’re not at all sure what to do with the electricity that shoots through your whole body. “Have us some girl time?”

“They did just help you move,” you say slowly. It’s taking a moment for you to collect your thoughts enough to speak. “Would be rude to send them away without a meal, right? Plus Red just got settled into his new nap spot.” You gesture at Ghost, who’s carefully walking over to the chair to sit, holding his shoulders very still so as not to disturb the cat, his eyes still turned your way.

You're not totally sure what Soap thinks is girl time, but you think it might be several shades more intimate than you're used to.

“Aw, yer too good ta my lads, kitty.” Soap kisses the spot right in front of your ear and lets you go. Without her solid body holding you up, you briefly consider melting into a puddle all over the floor, but manage, somehow, through sheer force of will, to keep your knees from buckling.

Leslie was right. You definitely have your hands full.

#cod mw #call of duty #Fem!SoapxReader #fem!soap #soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #And They Were Roommates #Cave Writing #I had to reel myself in from doing a whole bunch of world building for no reason but still couldn't resist some #I just love to set a table #so to speak #I think there will be girl time next part tho #You can't tell me that the rest of the 141 would be normal about Jamie though I would not believe it for a second #She wouldn't be normal about them either

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popcornforone · 5 months

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Drenched

A Mr Ben Fan Fic

I need help. I am always in a Dave York pit, however I am really really really feeling Mr Ben at the moment. I had no intention to write this at all. I have so many in draft that I wanted to get done but on November 6 an idea came into my head & I then spent nearly 2hours starting. I have no idea when you will read this but I really like what I’ve written here.

Synopsis:- your car is being repaired, & your on your way to college in a storm. Circumstances beyond your control, lead you to the best kind of lazy day to snuggle in doors.

Word Count: 4100

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV sex. Established relationship. Swearing, angst, teasing, fingering. Mentions of oral & previous sexual encounters. Dirty talk. Innuendo & things implied. Cream Pie, tasting, mentioned or sex in a public place, talk of gagging.

Thanks as always for the read peoples it’s really appreciated. All feed back is welcome. Enjoy

5 days the garage said. 5 days & your car would be back. 5 days & it would be repaired from the rival men’s hockey team taking it out on the nearest car possible when they lost, which just happened to be yours. You didn’t know until right at the end of the match as you were doing the college radio commentary for the game. The college said they would pay for all your repairs & 3 of the rival team have now been kicked off their scholarships. That makes you feel a little bit better but not right now.

It’s now been 8 days since they said 5 & it’s properly fall. It’s dropped in temperature. It’s raining & the bus stop is 10min Walk from your apartment to get to the campus. You’re there as a mature student. Getting your masters studying 2 days a week while you work the other 3 in your job. This will leas to a promotion though, your work have said that. That’s why you were working & commentating on the hockey game. You’re lined up to be the next big sports reporter on tv. NFL Super Bowl anchor one day has even been mentioned by some people in the industry that know what they are taking about. You blushed when you heard this. Your potential is already being recognised.

You waited as long as you could for the rain to slow down before you take the most sheltered walk to the bus stop. No amount of clothes & layers & waterproofs will protect you. You have a change of clothes in your bag. You stride over puddles & avoid the splash points walking under as many shelters as you can. But then it happens. The bus you are meant to catch is early & your still 2mins away from your stop so you start to run, knowing if no one is at your stop you will be late or will need to call an Uber. That would be have been the sensible thing to do to start with. You’re good at jogging but not in the rain so you start to gather momentum. But in Your haist, you’ve neglected where your feet are going on the path.

Splash!

The bus hits the deep puddle in the road right next to you. Drenching you in seconds making you stop in your tracks.

“Fuck!” You shout as the bus keeps going, spray flying into the air covering any other crazy person who’s out in this rain & because no one is waiting doesn’t stop at your stop. It just keeps going.

“Oooh for fuck…” but your expletive is stopped by the lorry that then also hits the puddle & covers you. It uses its horn too.

“FUCK YOU!” You scream as you trudge your sodden mess of a being into the bus stop & sit down for a few seconds. Your shivering, hands are shaking. You could just turn around & go home & do this on zoom but you’re resilient & you’ve got to where you are in life because of this. However this weather, the splashing & the bus have made you think today is not your day. Everyone can have bad days & you feel your bottoms lip quiver.

Beep beep! A horn goes off, you don’t pay attention to it probably some jerk mocking you. BEEP!!!

“Urgh” you go & look up to moan & be all grumpy & moody but then you stand there in shock. A friendly face in a blue Ford is waving at you. It starts off your own water works & you as you cry, rush & leap into the back seat of the car. This is no strangers car. You quickly shut the door & let the emotions take hold. A warm friendly hand from the drivers seat leans into you from the front.

“You’re soaked” he says “didn’t I tell…” but his voice trails off when he sees you’re crying. “Hey hey hey.” He turns the engine off & puts his hazards on so no one hits his car & his face turns to face you. Bens face no matter what, is always reassuring & soft. “It’s okay I’m here, you’re safe, okay you look like a drowned rat but…” you sadly pout at him. “Sorry trying to make you smile” Ben smirks. “It’s better you laugh then cry” that perks you up slightly & your lips almost smile at him as you grab the towel he has on the back seat for when the travels with his cat to wipe you down slightly. It doesn’t bother you if you’re now covered in cat hair.

“You like my little smile Ben”

“Hey what can I say, I’m a romantic who likes the small things in life” the way his hand feels against your cheek has you blushing & feeling rather warm.

“Thank you though Ben, this is…”

“You still should have called me this morning, I’d have gone out my way to pick you up” knowing your calmer Ben turns back around & turns the engine on & take the two of you to the college.

When you arrive at college you you look at your phone to see a notification pop up.

“Typical arghhhh” you growl, as Ben parks his car in a teachers spot.

“What’s up now?” He says sarcastically as he does his coat up.

“I was rushing in for a writing lecture with Professor Steven’s but his own kids school is shut due to flooding, so he’s not going to be in today. I got drenched for nothing” Ben turns to face you & sees the frustration in your eyes.

“Hey, just remember what we said the other week” you roll your eyes at him & say in unison mocking him in his teachers voice “everything happens for a reason”

“Yea I know Ben but still. My next lecture today isn’t until 1pm. I’ve made this journey for no reason.” Ben shakes his head at your negative attitude.

“You’re as moody as the weather today you know that” you raise an eyebrow at him & sigh.

“It’s not my fault Mr Ben” you snap back, frustrated with life. He knows you’re in a mood when you call him that. He much prefers it when you call him your handsome professor. You were introduced at the writing meet up at the start of term. A few flirty words, became a coffee, then dinner & a movie, & have now become a relationship. Spending alternate weekends at each others apartments. The way he makes you cum you’ve never experienced before. His hands are masterful on your clit. Because you’re a mature student it’s not frowned upon, & he doesn’t teach you. He’s not breaking any rules. You could have easily had met it at a bar one day. But maybe the way you shout ”ooh professor teach me about kinky sex” shouldn’t really go into the college open guide for prospective new students. Especially as Mr Ben like to gag you & you send nudes to each other each night. A few 3am hook ups have happened when things have got out of hand on face time. He’s often the one rushing to yours to pleasure you until you both sleep through your alarms the next morning. That happened 2 weeks ago.

Ben doesn’t say a word & gets out the car & slams the door making you jump. Your lips quivering in sadness again, as you try to hold everything in. Today really isn’t your day is it. Your door suddenly flings open & he grabs you by the arm pulling you out the car. The rain still pouring, thunder happening a little way off on this miserable day. He shuts the door behind you & pushes you against the car, before his lips find yours. The movies always make this so romantic. & as much as this does perk you up a little, you’re still moody. Bens kisses can almost solve all of the worlds problems. He moans as his tongue finds your tonsils. You can’t deny that this is fucking sexy. He locks the car & then drags you into the college.

“Come on baby” the main hall is slippery & he holding onto you in your sodden state, walks you both through all the students & up to the 2nd floor to his office. It’s not a secret that Professors Ben isn’t single anymore but some people are shocked when they see it’s you he’s protecting & adoring.

Bens office isn’t one he has to share with anyone. Being head of English he gets one with a small bathroom to himself. He throws you in there.

“There’s towels in my gym bag & a big enough sink for you to soak some of your clothes” & he shuts the door & wanders off. He’s also locked it. Is he punishing you for being in a mood & not getting out of the gloom? No Bens to sweet for for that. He knows you need a good cry & to let it all out. He stand by the door as he hears you sob a little before you head to the bathroom. It breaks his heart a little but you needed this moment. You need a good cry after the morning but as soon as you’re out of your wet clothes your attitude improves straight away.

You don’t even realise when you come out the bathroom in your leggins, dress & college hoodie that Ben has returned & is sitting at his desk on his laptop. On the table is a bacon sandwich & a big cup of tea for you, as he looks at his laptop. You perch on the end of his desk & smile at him.

“Thank you”

“For what”

“For being you, for being mine, for letting me be moody”

“You’re welcome I guess” he pokes his glasses further up his nose & smirks. “You always said if I can’t handle you at your worse I don’t deserve you” his big brown eyes dazzle back at you.

“That’s not me at my worse” you say as you bite into the warm toast & bacon.

“Well you’re moodiest then…?” He sees the smile on your face as he teases you. “There it is, that famous smile, the smile that everyone wants to see but only I get to” he stands up & takes a bite out of your sandwich.

“Ben!”

“What?” he says mouth full trying not to laugh “I paid for it, what you gonna do about it?” You then lick your lips before you kiss him & bite his. “Keep doing that & I won’t do any teaching today” he smirks before he softly kisses you back.

“Well maybe that’s what I want, I mean after all my handsome professor did save me from getting wet” you sip your tea, slurping which has Bens heart rate accelerate.

“That i did” Ben puts the bacon sandwich down & his hand trail up from your knees to your thighs, your leggings are thin it’s almost like he’s stroking your skin. “But i…” he then stops thinking it’s too smutty.

“Finish it Ben” you fully uncross & spread your legs & he pulls you so his hardening groin rubs against your pussy. Both still completely clothed. Ben chuckles & then say the words.

“… I think I can make sure you’re not just wet but drenched & soaked.” His hand starts to stroke your entrance, knowing the feel of your panties & legging will cause friction against your clit. Your roll your head back & sigh in pleasure.

“Ooh professor” you moan.

“You like that baby”

“Fuck yes”

“Do you want me?”

“Ooh Ben yes,” your breath is hitched.

“Want your professor to teach you to be nice when people do you a favour? Want your professor to fuck you in his office again?” You both usually have no lessons after lunch on a Thursday & Ben will always use that for his ‘special tutor session’ well that’s what it say in his diary. You’ve been walked in on once since these meet ups started at college. A department assistant needed a book & just walked in while you were sitting in bens chair in just his dark blue shirt, as he licked your pussy dry. Safe to say from that day on Ben has double locked the door on Thursdays.

“Yea Ben, please me Ben” your hand is on his belt undoing it when the room plunged into darkness.

“Ahhhh” you screech” is this a game Ben?” Your body trembles.

“Nope I’m not that clever enough to do that.” He replys & he pulls you in close to him. Lightning lights up the room from his window before the emergency lighting comes on & the college tannoy announce system starts.

‘Due to the incoming storm, unless it is unsafe for you to do so, lessons are cancelled for today. This is a message for all staff & students to leave as safety as you can, if you can’t leave the cafeteria on the first floor will be serving free food & drink all day’

You look at Ben & his hand cups your face.

“Can I have a lift home baby?” You ask & do your innocent eyes at him. Eyelashes fluttering.

“See is it so hard to ask for a bit of help”

“Well no, you’re right there, but I have alternative motives” you say as you pack your damp clothes into a carrier bag after ringing them out of the sink.

“Do you now?” He raises an eye brown as he put his stuff in his bag & put his coat back on.

“I do, you see as much as a lesson in your office is good, I know my bed is much more comfortable for a more personal lesson”

“What make you think I don’t have work to do & that I don’t want to go home to my cat Mr Collins?” He asks.

“Seriously?” You slump a little as you were not looking at his face & then see the sarcastic look on it. “Fuck you Ben” you zip your coat up & pout.

“Ooh you will in about 25minutes.” He says & he rubs his nose against yours before he ushers you out of his office to lock it up. Those work trouser always make his bum look nice & plump as he bends over to grab his bag that he put on the floor as he locked the office.

You rush into your apartment to avoid the increasing resilient rain & shut the door behind Ben & go & turn the heating on but it’s as you feared. The whole block has no power. Bens phone then pings.

“Yea my building has no power too, so it’s not like we can head there either” he says as he hangs his coat up.

“Well we best go get warm some other way shouldn’t we” you take his hand & walk him to your bedroom. “Unless you really do want to go home”

“& miss an afternoon of sex with you… fuck no” he’s kicking off his shoes as he walks along to your bedroom. Once in your bedroom , you light a few candles on your dresser for a little bit of light & Ben scoffs. “Thought I was the romantic one”

“I have my moments baby” you reply as you walk over to him & start unbuttoning his shirt. “& right now I want you to teach me how to be a romantic lover”

“Oooh baby I can’t teach that” he says as he grabs the hem off your dress before he takes it off over your head. The lightning outside crashes as he admires your spotty blue bra “you already do that anyhow beautiful” you sit on the bed & shuffle off your leggings & he loses his trousers. His grey briefs don’t hide how much he wants you. A slow large soft hand strokes your shoulder as he peppers kisses around your neck, just in the crook. Your favourite spot. Your eyes close in pleasure. One hand ruffling his slightly damp hair from the rush inside from the rain. The other feeling his length from above the cloth, edging him on, getting him ready. As his lips embrace yours for a tender kiss his hands unclip your bra.

“All the bloods not rushed to your cock yet then Ben” you mumble before you continue the kiss. He’s smirking this is only the 3rd time since you started having sex that he’s taken it off in one go.

“You always said I had masterful hands.” He cups your breasts, your nipples hardening at each motion he does on them. You’re so aroused that you might not even need him inside you to make you cum.

Out of habit he lays you down on the bed. His whole weight on top of you. He penis pulsing inside his briefs, & one of those large hands inside your panties. Your clit being attended to as your kisses get much more passionate.

“God you’re wet already baby” he says as his strokes get more intense. You have no words in reply. “Good girl” he lifts off your body & slowly peels your sodden panties from your body. His eyes always dilate at the sight of you naked. He always wonders how he got so lucky. “Godess” he whispers as he pulls his briefs down to reveal his girthy length. You without realising moan deeply & lick your lips, knowing just how the pinch is going to satisfy your needs. He lies back in the bed being your big spoon. You’ve moved up a little so your head is on the pillow. The kissing resumes & so does the pleasing if your clit. Your own hand now jerking his length. His low moans rattles like the thunder outside.

“Ben, make me yours” your teeth graze his lips.

“You already are beautiful” your pelvis is moving at a same rhythm to his hand now. You turn to your side Lying on you right, facing the window. The storm still bellowing outside the candles flickering away. You’re gently grind into his lap & he moans. “Oooh baby you want this”.

“Mmmmhmmmmm” you mumble & then gasp. He’s turned to be a full on spoon & is stroking his length against your slick. Coating it, ready for fun.

“Oooh you do like that baby” you nod in reply & then feel it as ben adjusts your legs & his body & he slowly inserts his erect penis inside you. All the way. In one go, the entire shaft. Your hand grabs the pillow as noise escapes your mouth before there’s a long drag against your walls before he glides fully back in. “Oooh you take me so well” he says a seductive look back at you as you turn your head.

“Yes Ben oh yess baby” you’re stumbling to find other words in your vocabulary. He’s dragging you, each slow draw against you feels exquisite. He has a quick look from over your left shoulder that he’s been kissing to see how good it looks. You always feel so tight to him, but he always can go fully in, balls deep, & he looks at the magnificent site, proud of the both of you.

“You enjoying this baby”

“Yes Ben”

“So good so right so tight, oooh my baby girl, you make me want more”

“Who says you can’t?” Your lips take his & a long sloppy kiss commences. This is all it takes for him to speed up & find a more vigorous rhythm.

You both moan & hum. A low but panty noise. It’s drowned out only by the thunder outside. Every now & then the lightning fills the room. Crashing & hitting hard like he is doing when he finds your gspot. He bites your lip when you quiver the first time. He knows he’s found it. He can feel your body tremble. Feel it rive in pleasure. He’s alternating his kisses as you lie there & moan his name.

“Oooh ben oooh baby yes yes yessss” it’s a strained cry.

“Fuck sweetheart” he’s working his pace further. “Oooh my love oooh fuck”

“Oooh fuck ben more”

“More?”

“Fuck please”

“God you’re needy” be nips around your neck”but your cunts glorious” & he ramps his pace up even more. How does he feel bigger than he did at the start? Maybe you’re so in the zone, you are just lost in this trance of passionate love making. But he hits the spot with each thrust.

“Ooooooh fuck fuck fuck Ben” your moaning is getting loud as he withdraws & lays you on your back. You gasp at the loss of him but as soon as he’s happy that you’re lying facing up at him he’s back on top of you. It was only a few seconds he wasn’t inside of you & his penis is covered in your juices, but the feel as he dives back in & grind down on you hard is insane. “Ooooh yessssss”

“Fuck baby” he lifts your legs & puts your feet on his shoulders. When your minds not in a sex glazed fog, you can see his jaw is clenched as he pummels you. His cock feeling phenomenal. His body sticky with sweat. He may be a handsome professor but right now Mr Ben is fucking you like it’s your wedding night. It’s rampant passionate & sexy.

“Ben oooooh fuck Ben” your screams & moans are now louder than the lightning. You see bens silhouette when the shadows appear on the wall from the extra light. He’s a monster of a man in size so broad & he is all yours.

“Fuck darling Jesus fucking Christ, your so tight”

“Yes yes yes yes yes I’m almost there baby”

“You wanna drench me?”

“Yes”

“You wanna soak me”

“Ooooh yes”

“you want to…”

“Oooooh fuck” you interrupt his sentence. It was almost a tease what he says because that’s what you do. You squirt, as your orgasm from over stimulation hits you like a train. Pleasure explodes out of every part of you as Ben watches in awe at the mess you are making.

“God that’s sexy, oooh fuck” 3 jolted thrusts later, he cums inside you. Filling you up, coating you, his body twitches & he screams your name at the top of his high. “Oooh fuck baby oooh fuck”

“Oh Ben oooh fuck ben” you don’t think you’ve ever breathed this heavily in your life, as you open your eyes & slowly come down from your extreme high & realise what you did. You slowly lower your legs off his shoulders as he leans back & admires the state of the mess you’ve made.

He doesn’t hesitate. Ben drops his head between your thighs as soon a he has come too & he laps away. His cock is still hard & dripping.

“Oooh baby” you snarl & run your fingers through his hair pushing his lips further into you, as his tongue licks you out. You don’t cum as he abruptly stops. His face glistens, covered in you & him. Well you think that’s the scene before you. You’re over taken by the taste of his lips that are sticky & consists of you both. He holds your head in place as you go back to his hair with your hand.

“We taste good together”

“Yes we do Ben” he’s pushing hard against you, almost ready for another round he’s not gone soft yet. He hitches against your enterance as the kiss continues. But you then both jolt. You hear a rumble but it’s not the thunder from the storm. It’s your building generator. The power is coming back on.

“What was that?” He asks distracted for a few seconds.

“The powers coming back”

“Did we make enough electricity between us baby, to restart it” he says before your neck receives the next round of kisses your nails dig into his back.

“Ben we’re so electric, the grid would flood”

“Is that so” he smirks he’s almost inside you as his hand caresses your tummy. “Well you’ve been wet & drenched & even squirting…” you bashfully smile at that. Still you can’t believe that’s even possible ”let’s get the flooding sorted too” & he pushes deeply inside you making you moan. The power might be back on but the only connection either of you need this afternoon is your body’s moving as one. A storm maybe brewing but those rumbles of thunders don’t meet the noises you & your handsome professor make for the next few hours. The candles have long flickered out by the time your afternoon delight is over.

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rendy-a · 1 year

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I saw the househusband au and thought of how Ruggie would be as a househusband. You can decline if you’d like to ^^

Of course, I’ll take it! I hope you enjoy this househusband musing. Thank you for requesting.

Ruggie’s frugal nature follows him to your home life. He knows how to scrape by on very little and he doesn’t see why you should live any differently. He takes advantage of sales, which leads to very eclectic meals at home. Some days, you’ll have pasta topped with things you swear pasta isn’t meant to be paired with. Other times, you might have soup ten days in a row because it was such a good sale. Ultimately, when he proudly shows you the growing savings account, you can only smile and continue to indulge him. He is just so happy to have that safety net for once in his life!

You’ll never need to call a handy man when you’re married to Ruggie. He is endlessly creative at solving problems around the home. If things break, he is pulling out his phone to watch videos on how to repair it. Don’t call someone, he can do it! And finally, if he really can’t fix it, he will find a way to repurpose your old junk for new uses once you’ve replaced it. He is the type to turn old TV’s into pet beds or aquariums like you see on Magicam. Waste not, want not!

Don’t go to an expensive hair salon, manicurist or masseuse, Ruggie will gladly do those things for you! Even if he didn’t know how to do those things before, you can bet he is going to learn how to! Why pay for someone else to do these personal things for you when your loving spouse can instead? Plus, he gets all warm and fuzzy inside when he gets to rub your head while washing your hair or hold your hand when filing your nails. It’s also couple’s time!

Back in the old neighborhood, Ruggie used to take care of all the children like they were his siblings. These days, he still seems to be well known by all the neighborhood children. If you go for a walk, you are guaranteed to have at least one child run up and ask your spouse if he wants to come play. “Sorry, I’m a little busy right now but maybe next time. Shishishi.”

After a long day of housework, he likes to lay his head in your lap and get his ears rubbed. It’s pleasant to card your fingers through his hair and rub the velvet-soft ears. He sighs with satisfaction and snuggles deeper into your lap. It’s a task you don’t mind at all, but you still like to tease him about it. You tell him he is getting as lazy as Leona, laying around all evening like this. He responds that he certainly feels like a prince when you treat him like this. You suppose a few extra minutes might be ok tonight.

You arrive home at the usual hour and open the door to your home. Ruggie hears you enter and pokes his head out of the kitchen to tell you dinner is almost ready. You take off your jacket and rub your aching shoulder, it was a long day! Then you smile at the mouth-watering aromas coming from the kitchen and head to the dining room to await what promises to be a delicious dinner.

You don’t have long to wait before Ruggie sets a plate down in front of you. It does look delicious, but you can only frown at it. Ruggie sees your expression and asks, “Something wrong?” You look at him, “This is steak.” He looks sheepish, “Yeah, so?” You give it another look; it’s a good cut of meat. “What did you do?” He looks away and says, “What, a guy can’t make a nice meal for their spouse?” You give him A LOOK. “Ok, fine, fine,” he says with a sigh.

“You know my Grannie,” he starts, “the most wonderful, amazing old lady that ever lived? The one who single-handedly raised me without ever asking for anything in return?” You narrow your eyes, “I do seem to recall such a woman, yes. Go on.” He swallows and smiles nervously before continuing. “Well, she is going to have this surgery on her knee. The doctors say she should get a nurse to help her out for a while after the surgery. Only, I was thinking, nurses are expensive and I’m home all day anyway so…why doesn’t she just come stay here while she recovers?” You raise an eyebrow, “How long is this recovery time?” He rubs the back of his head while answering, “One month.”

Granny Bucchi is a firecracker of an old woman. She tells the craziest stories, both about young Ruggie and her own life. Your favorites are obviously about Ruggie and you ask for at least one embarrassing story each day. You tell your spouse that you’ll have so much blackmail by the end of the visit, you’ll be feeling like Azul. He does not seem amused by the idea, but you plan to make the most of this opportunity. You’ll be getting foot massages for at least a year on this.

The biggest downside is that you are really feeling the lack of privacy. Once or twice, you did slip away for some private time with your favorite guy but the mischievous smile and laugh that Granny gave you the next day always makes you feel like a misbehaving teenager. So, when the month was up, you were rather eager to send Granny home to Sunset Savanah. You drive her to the train station and wave from the platform as she gets on the train. Right as the train starts pulling away, you see Granny look at Ruggie and give him a conspiratorial wink. What was that about?

When you get home, Ruggie tells you Granny left a gift and tells you that he will bring it out. He emerges from the kitchen with two flutes of champagne and an open bottle grasped between his fingers. You smile and take a glass from him. As you ‘cheers’ with your glasses, you ask your spouse, “What does Granny want to get us liquored up for?” Ruggie gets a conspiratorial grin (obviously this is an inherited expression) and says, “Oh, she said now that we don’t have an old woman around the house, maybe we’d talk about getting some great grandchildren for her. Shishishi.” You were alone and had all night free; who knows, maybe Granny will get her wish.

#househusband au #ruggie bucchi #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland

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strange-dreams-are-made-of-these · 2 years

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Let Me Adore You

Established romantic F!Reader x Stephen Strange

Word Count: 1,763

Disclaimer: I do not own the gif that is used, i found it on google. I do not own any of the Marvel characters mentioned or their plots.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, DSMOM Spoilers, Smut (p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie) {I think thats it?}

Summery: after helping rebuild Kamar-Taj and getting America settled into her new studies, Stephen and the female reader finally have some alone time

A/N: Hello everybody! this is my first smut fic, so please don’t judge it too much.

The students were training in the courtyards of Kamar-Taj, surrounded by the open breeze ways and the construction. They were recovering as quickly as they could from the recent assault from Wanda Maximoff. Y/n peered up, spotting one of the students as she was practicing summoning portals. The woman had been proud of her, young America Chavez. She was a lost soul in the multiverse, just a kid. You, Stephen, and Wong agreed that America was safe now from the threats that pursued her and was welcomed to Kamar-Taj to learn the mystic arts.

The woman watched as Stephen spoke with America, about what was beyond her. All she knew was that Stephen and America saved the multiverse, the three of them had a couple of bruises and scars to add to their story collections, and all was right and well in the world. America left Stephen to go back to her lessons. Y/n walked down the corridor, watching as Stephen and Wong met with each other as they walked up a set of stairs. "Ah, y/n" Wong spoke, gesturing to the woman. "So glad you could join us."

Y/n nodded before bowing to the Sorcerer Supreme. "I think my work here is finished. Relics have been repaired, the library has been organized, and the defensive shield around Kamar-Taj has been refortified."

Stephen hummed a little. "I'm sure you also helped America feel settled in her room."

Y/n turned to face Stephen, your better other half for the last eight years. "I just find it a coincidence that she ended up in my old room." Of course, she had everything to do with that placement. Y/n had helped her get used to the layout of Kamar-Taj. Y/n knew she was going to be an excellent student. "I can admit to something though; I want to go home and lay down in our bed."

Stephen smiled, winking at his fiancé. He turned to bow to Wong, something he hadn't done before. He wrapped his arm over your shoulders as you opened a portal directly into the main living space of the Sanctum. The two of you walked through the portal watching the scene instantly changing around you. It was dark outside, the lights coming through the windows coming from street lights. Stephen checked his watch, nodding. "We have saved so much money on flight tickets. What are we going to do with all of this cash?" He asked sarcastically.

Y/n started up at him, the both of you walking up the stairs. "You're being paid for your superhero work? Who's your employer? I'd like to submit my resume." She spoke, chuckling a little at the end.

"It's this super top-secret organization called, Myself." Once stopping at the top of the landing, he pulled her closer to his side. "The pay isn't that good, but I can promise dinner twice a month."

The woman looked up at him as they walked to their bedroom. "Can I negotiate for dinner and a dance twice a month?" She asked him, leaning into his side as her arms wrapped around his torso.

"I don't know, seems a little high for somebody with your experience."

The woman gasped, one hand resting on his chest. "My experience? Excuse me, who landed in Kamar-Taj first?"

"Hmm, but I see you don't have experience as the Sorcerer Supreme."

"I have experience living with you, that should be enough."

"Oh, those are fighting words." He spoke, stopping right outside of their shared bedroom.

The woman's hands rested on either side of his waist, putting her back against the door. "Why make war when you can make love?"

Stephen took a step towards her, pressing his forehead against hers. "Well, when you delicately phrase it like that," He pressed a kiss to your lips before placing his hands over her hips. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as her arms wrapped around his neck. He opened the door with one of his hands. Once inside the room, he spun both of them around. The Cloak of levitation that had been secured on his shoulders had detached itself, leaving the two of you. Once the Cloak had left, Stephen shut the door, putting her back against it.

The door was securely shut, and it was just the two of them in the Sanctum. Stephen's lips traveled from y/n's to her jawline, then her neck. Her nerves were set ablaze, feeling electricity consume her body. One of her hands laced a crown in his hair while peppering kisses to his forehead. She had expertly kicked both of her shoes off to the sides, taking her sling ring off and dropping it on the floor. When Stephen heard the shoes hit the floor, he began walking back towards the bed, his fiancé moving her legs wrap being wrapped around his body as he sat down on the bed. Her legs bent around him before the two captured each other's lips in theirs.

The woman gently pushed him backward, his back now flush to the blanket and mattress. His hands rested on her hips while hers let go of his hair, pressing kisses to his neck and jaw, nibbling and biting along the way. He groaned under one of the bites, "I didn't realize it was feeding time." He mentioned.

She sat up, removing her tunic top with Stephen's help. As the tunic top and undershirt were removed, his fingertips traced down her sides, a slight tremble to them. "I think you're the hungry one here," she responded, watching as he sat back up again, capturing her frame in his arms.

"I can't wait for the day I get to call you my wife," he proclaimed. The ring was secure on her left ring finger. It was beautiful, the proposal itself nice and intimate. Much like this moment here.

"Eighty-two days away, big guy."

Stephen moved one of his hands to capture her left hand, his thumb running over the ring he gave her. He turned to press a kiss to her hand, then slowly moving his lips up her forearm, upper arm, and then to her neck. This brought a soft moan from her. Stephen laid back, pulling her with him before rolling over to be on top of her. She craned her neck up as he kissed at the sensitive flesh, nipping at her skin. She craved to be closer to him, wanting more skin-to-skin contact.

She felt a warmth between them, looking to see he made use of his magic, removing the rest of their clothes, then pushing his sling ring off the bed. She laughed before entertaining his thoughts again. Her arms wrapped around his back, her fingers running up and down his spine. He had one arm placed supporting himself, while the other reached down and gripped at her leg. Her knee bent up, the inside of her thigh pressed to the exterior of his. She loved how he could be gentle, but rough at the same time.

Stephen looked at her, their eyes meeting the other. They had a silent type of communication. They had nodded at each other at the same time before passionately kissing the other. Stephen had moved his hand from her thigh to his member, placing himself inside of her. Once inside, his hand moved back, gripping at the inside of her thigh. She bit her lower lip, holding onto him while he groaned again. Once he was all the way in, he kissed her again, setting a slow pace.

The two of them enjoyed slow times, quick times, and passionate times. With everything they had been through recently, it made sense that they were yearning for each other's touch, the passion for each other. Y/n had pulled an arm away from him, reaching up to her head. His hand caught hers, holding it above her head and lacing their fingers together.

Stephen moved his face to the side, giving her the chance to kiss his neck, latching her lips to one spot and sucking on it for a little bit, her tongue licking at the skin she had marked.

She surprised him, rolling him onto his back and straddling him. She had moved up and down, quickening the pace. His hands gripped at her hips as she bounced on him, both moaning and groaning at the friction between them. Stephen raised up, his arms wrapping around her as he kissed her chest and breasts. His mouth captured one of her nipples, placing soft kisses on them. Her arms snaked around his neck, holding him near to her as she bounced, his hips bucking up into her.

Their breathing was deep, almost in tune with the others. He rolled her back over to be on her back, rushing his pace again, he needed her. He needed Y/n at that moment, and you craved for him. "Ste-Stephen.." She breathed out, her hips rolling into his thrusts.

A sweet release was emptied inside her, Stephen riding through his high as he felt her walls begin to seize around him. Her release dribbled out of her after Stephen pulled himself out. The lovers held each other in their embraces, bringing their lips to each other's. Stephen's hands sneaked around her, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up onto them. His arms then wrapped around her again, their lips parting. Their chests fell and rose as they recovered, their breathing beginning to slow down.

The woman snuggled herself into Stephen's hold, capturing one of his hands and holding it between hers. "I think we should let America stay with us. You know, on weekends."

Stephen looked at her, wondering what she was planning now. "Do you think the mystic arts waits because it's the weekend?"

She shook her head before looking up at him. "No, but..."

"But, what?"

"She lost her mothers. She doesn't have any friends here in this multiverse except for Wong, you, and me. She needs our help, and I don't want her to feel alone." She told him. Maybe it was a silly idea, but the thought of having America hang out with them a couple of days out of the week would help her.

Stephen hummed before closing his eyes. "You might be onto something," he replied.

The woman smiled before closing her eyes, her forehead pressed into his chest. The thought of having America around made her feel happy. She wanted to help the young girl as she mastered her powers, but it would be nice to have her at their wedding too.

#stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x y/n #stephen strange #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange x y/n #doctor strange #marvel #dsmom

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threadsun · 8 months

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Ok, here is the entire intro fic in one piece, enjoy!

You still can’t fucking believe you’re doing this, how did you get here again? Oh, right, the letter. Not a letter in your mailbox, or even under the front door, no, that would make too much sense. This letter was tucked safely under your pillow next to a concerningly sticky spot right next to your head. The letter was about your dad, he had recently passed and he left you his house and his whole ass cult in his will. No, really, in the will it says “and my whole ass cult” Apparently your father had a sense of humor

Your mother warned you not to go, urging you to come with her to flee the country, but something about this was too insane to not delve into. You also felt bad for all those poor people your father must have tricked, people don’t just decide to move to a commune because they’re in a good place in life, maybe you could help them out, change some lives. Or maybe the thought of having a whole town under your control sounded just a little too good to pass up. Either way, you packed everything important in a few bags and suitcases and plugged the address into your GPS

It was a few hours drive, and your car was making some concerning noises an hour or so out, but you pressed on, hoping this little town had a mechanic. You manage to get your car to pull through just long enough to get you into town and into a gas station parking space. You noticed the gas station had clearly seen better days, not because it was dirty at all, but because of how old it looked, the pumps didn’t even have card readers on them

While looking around, wondering just what you should do next, you read the sign of the shop right next door “Jo’s Repair Shop” You guessed it was common sense to have a repair shop right next to a gas station. As you walk over you spot a guy on his smoke break, you’d hate to bother him but you did need your car looked at. Yep, that’s it, that's the only reason, it’s not just your excuse to talk to the handsome stranger, definitely not, that would be silly. Oh wow, he’s built like a brick house, can you even talk to this guy? Oh, fuck he’s looking at you, quick, just don’t be weird

“Howdy” Howdy? Your one job was to be normal and you open with Howdy??? Wait, he laughed, god he sounds nice, at least he thinks you’re funny instead of stupid. You ask that after his break he looks at your car because of the noise it keeps making “Oh, that was your car? I thought someone was killing a dog out here” He chuckles and you can’t help but feel a bit flustered, you can’t tell if the feeling comes from having made that noise on the road for about an hour now, or because of how nice his voice was to listen to

He tells you it’s no trouble and puts out his cig, saying “I really need to quit anyhow” before letting you lead the way to your car. He gives your car a good once over before looking back at you “Well, I’ll be honest with you, it’s a miracle you got this far, doll. Your breaks are shot and your engine almost looks like it’s been cut with something. Sorry to say, but I don’t think I can get her up and running again, at least not cheaper than just buying a new car”

Great, just great, moving into a new town with no car, awesome. You sigh and thank him for the trouble, asking how much he wanted for the once over. He tilts his head “How much? I just looked at it, doll you don’t gotta pay me anything” …Doll? Doll??? Is this man trying to kill you? It didn’t register the first time he said it but it sure is now. You stutter out a thank you and ask how far out the founder’s house is “Oh…uh, from here it’s about a mile, but there’s not much of a reason to go. The founder died about a week ago” His eyes glaze over as he speaks, like he’s not even here. You tell him you know about your father’s recent passing, and apologize for bringing it up, saying he clearly meant more to him than he ever did to you

Joseph takes a moment, you can almost hear him trying to grind the rust off the gears in his head “Wait, father, like…like he’s your dad? Or was, I guess, but you’re-you…you’re the founder’s kid?” You have to stifle a laugh before confirming that yes, your dad was indeed your dad “...Holy shit-uh, sorry, I shouldn’t cuss in front of you, unless you want me to? God, you saw me smoke” He runs his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down “Sorry, let’s start over. I’m Joseph, it’s an honor to meet you, your grace”

You’re a little taken aback by his shift in tone but also a bit flattered. You tell him your name and that it’s nice to meet him as well, not missing the small shudder that runs through him when you say his name. He quietly says your name, testing how it feels on his tongue, the way he looks at you when he says it sends up to your cheeks “Well since you’re moving in you probably have quite a bit in your trunk, so we’ll need someone to move it. I mean, I don’t have a doubt everyone in town would pitch in to help you out but you look a little overwhelmed already”

You nod, you’ve only been here for about fifteen-thirty minutes and you’re already a bit shaken, the long drive here probably wasn’t helping things “Hm, why don’t I take you over to Laurent’s place? The actual restaurant is closed because Jean broke his arm but the bakery and frozen section are still open. We’ll get some food in you and I’ll talk to Berry about bringing his car over to haul your stuff” You agree, thanking him for all the trouble, he just laughs, and you can’t help be notice just how fake his other one’s sounded in comparison “If this is trouble I’d love to see what you think doing someone a favor is. Now come on, let’s get you something to eat” You make sure to lock your car before walking off with your new acquaintance, still nervous but excited to see where today will take you

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The bell above the restaurant’s door rings as Joseph holds it open for you, the wonderful smell of freshly baked bread and something sweet surrounding you as you walk in. It’s a quaint little restaurant, more the size of a cafe than anything. A few booths and tables are scattered about in an area off to the side from the main counter, above which are prices for various frozen treats, and below are display cases for baked goods

Behind the counter is a very… normal-looking man. You don’t mean that as an insult it’s just the best way you can describe him at first glance, besides being ginger “Hey, Berry, someone sick or something? You usually don’t run the counter” The man behind the counter, who you now know as Berry, just shrugs “I thought I’d take Mariah’s shift, something told me today would be rather interesting. Who’s this?” As he looks at you you can feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, you swear you’ve heard his voice before

“Oh, right, Berry this is the founder’s child” The way his eyes widen almost looks practiced “Really? Well, welcome to Laurent’s Place. Would you like some froyo? I’ve actually been working on a new flavor just for you” You try to decline his offer as politely as you can, saying you’d prefer something warm. Berry pouts at this “Oh, well maybe next time. As for warm foods, I’m afraid Jean’s still in his cast after the scene at the funeral. I’ll talk to Rory about making something, I’m sure he wouldn't mind if it’s for you” You could swear his smile got a bit wider when he talked about whatever incident left one of the chefs in a cast, but you shake it off, there’s no way, right?

Berry exits through a door to what you can only assume would be a kitchen as Joseph walks you to one of the empty tables “...So, I know you haven’t been here long, but do you like what you’ve seen so far? The town, I mean, you know I-I wasn’t talking about me or anything, just, um, yeah” Poor guy, you can tell he’s nervous, his blush starting to spread to his ears at his clunky attempt at small talk

You give him a reassuring smile and say everything you’ve seen so far has been great, the people too. His smile is so wide, it’s like he just can’t contain how happy he is. He looks away bashfully and you notice just how small he looks like this, just how cute he is burying as much of his face as he can in the hand he’s propped up on the table. You didn’t have long to admire his blush, his face paling as he saw Berry bringing you food over

“Here you are! Hope you like them” Berry sets a stack of pancakes on the table, made exactly how you like them. It’s almost scary how perfect they look, and taste you find out as you take an experimental bite. You thank Berry and give your compliments to the chef “Of course, I’ll let him know” Berry turns to leave before Joseph stops him “Actually, I know you’re busy today but their car broke down and I was hoping you’d help haul their stuff to the founder’s house, or, old house, I guess”

Berry’s eyes light up at this “Of course, anything for the child of prophecy. I’ll get on that right now” Joseph stands up a bit too quickly “I’ll come too! I mean, you know, cuz I know where their car is” You only now realize how pale Jo’s face gets while talking to Berry, how tense he seems. You tell the two that you’ll need a minute to finish your food “Oh, don’t worry, we can handle it just fine. You just relax here while we go move your things, we won’t look into anything, promise” The way Berry says it is almost sarcastic, like he’s just waiting for you to call him out on it. You just nod and thank them for the help

Berry sticks his head in the back and yells something before leaving with Joseph to move your things for you…to move your things for you. Wait, why the fuck would you ever agree to that? This is nuts, you don’t fucking know these people why do you just keep saying yes to them??? Because they’re hot. Yeah, ok, what’s a good reason you keep saying yes? … Yeah, that’s what you thought. God damn it, at least the pancakes are good, a bit salty but it’s a welcome addition to be sure

Everything just keeps happening, it’s a little hard to keep up. Most of your day has been on the road in your own little world, only stopping once or twice for gas and bathroom breaks. While this all sounded new and existing on paper it’s a little terrifying in practice, you’re already getting a little homesick, though the pancakes do taste like the ones your mom made for you. Yeah, your mom’s awesome, you wish there was just one familiar face around here. As you’re about halfway done with your stack the front door rings

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You hear the front door ring as another customer walks in and orders their “usual” from who you can only assume to be…oh fuck, what did Berry say their name was? Tori? No, damn, this is a small town you have to get better at names. Before you can ponder what truly is in a name you hear the customer walking towards you. They look familiar, but you can’t quite place why. They seem to be just following their routine as they sit down in the booth across from you, not even looking up to see if it was taken

You just sit there a moment before clearing your throat in an attempt to get their attention “Hm? Oh, oh gosh, I-I’m so sorry! I wasn’t even looking, I just always sit here to wait, I’m so sorry” You tell them it’s fine, asking them if the Monday fog is still hanging around. A nervous laugh escapes them “Y-Yeah, you know how it is, um…oh, shit. I’m so sorry, but I can’t seem to remember your name” You explain how you don’t think you’ve ever met before and tell them your name

Their eyes go wide and they clutch their chest, you think something’s wrong until they start fumbling inside their shirt and pull out a necklace. That necklace, holy shit, the necklace, the red hair, the freckles, that cute little stutter, it’s Ian! Words begin to fly out of your mouth at record pace, asking how he’s been, what he’s been up to, if his mom’s still a bitch, and apologizing for not recognizing him sooner. Ian just sits there, his mouth opening and closing, as if trying to say something but nothing comes out

Then he starts to cry, he tries to keep it in but fails miserably, he never could hold his tears back. You get up and move to his side of the booth, rubbing his back like you always did when he was upset, and just like back then he wraps his arms around you and buries his face into your shoulder. You let him cry it out for a while until he calms down “You…you don’t hate me?” He croaks out. You explain to him that you’ve never hated him, and that it would be a little silly for little you to ask him out if you did. He laughs, sounding relieved “Ye-yeah, I guess so, huh? But…if you didn’t hate me, why did you leave?”

You explain that you’re not really sure why you had to leave, all you remember is your mom putting you into the car when it was dark and driving as fast as she could. Ian’s eyes darken slightly “Oh…so it’s her fault. Huh, well, at least you’re back now. Oh, sorry!” His hands recoil from your waist, almost as if the touch had burned him, and he straightens up “Sor-sorry, I wasn’t, it’s just that, it-it’s been so long, I just-” You cut him off and tell him it’s fine, remembering that he will just keep going until you stop him

“Right, um, well here, let me pay for your food. It’s the least I could do” You go to decline when you hear “Ian, your order’s ready” You stand up to let him out of the booth to grab his box of donuts “Um, hey, are you sticking around for a while? I-I’d love to keep talking but I have to get these back to set, and get my makeup on again, why does Shaun keep making his monsters covered in fur? Uh, do you think we can talk again?” You tell him you’re here to stay and you’d love to catch up sometime “Really? Awesome! Well, I need to go but I’ll see you later, bye!” The poor guy nearly slams into the door from his excitement before turning around and pushing it open with his back

You smile to yourself as you eat, reminiscing on just how much has changed, and just how much really hasn’t. Ian’s still a bit of a mess, and everything still looks pretty old, except this restaurant which looks pretty modern all things considered. You always thought your little kindergarten boyfriend was lost to time, but there he was, a full-grown man now. Wait, was Ian a man? Looking back on things he had some solid egg vibes, oh fuck you didn’t even ask for his pronouns, their pronouns? Oh damn it, have you been assuming people's genders this whole time? When did all your pancakes end up in your stomach? How long have you been looking at this empty plate?!

Ok, ok, fuck, no, you’re ok, everyone’s fine, nobody died. Just take a deep breath in…and out. Ok, you’ll just ask them for their pronouns later, you’re usually good about this, maybe how old everything looks is making you assume shit? Who knows, either way, you need to pay for those delicious pancakes so you get up and head over to the counter. There’s a register so it’s probably safe to assume this is where you pay, and you are a bit curious as to who apparently made your pancakes. After a moment someone in a similar uniform to Berry’s walks out of the door that leads to the kitchen, a basket of fresh rolls in their arms “Sorry for the wait, I couldn’t let these babies burn”

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The chef (baker?) puts the rolls in their spot and straightens back up to look at you “Can I help you?” Now that you can see their face properly you notice they’re wearing face paint of some kind, must be good stuff too, it’s such a bright pink but it doesn’t look cakey at all, ironic for a baker “Are you gonna order something or are you just going to stare at me?” You snap out of your little trance, apologizing for staring and asking how much for the pancakes

they tilt their head in confusion “Uh, unless I made another stack in my sleep Ian just paid for them, you don’t owe me anything” You feel your face get hot, both from how awkward this interaction was getting and the fact that you let them pay for you like that. You ask how much it was so you can pay Ian back later. Rory chuckles at this “Don’t worry, they were about five bucks, nothing to sweat over. Besides, Ian’s loaded nowadays, but if you are gonna have a heart attack over it could you do it outside? I really don’t feel like getting the mop out”

You chuckle, appreciating their attempt to lighten the mood. You tell them you’ll make sure to reschedule your heart attack for a later date and ask for their name “Damn, you really are new, huh? I’m Rory, Rory Rainberry, pleasure to meet you…?” You tell them your name, and then tell them your full name to mimic them “Huh, so it really is you. Everyone was talking about how you were gonna come back after the founder died but I was a bit skeptical. Glad to have you here though, you seem alright, as long as you give all this your best shot I’m sure you’ll do fine”

You can feel a bit of weight come off your shoulders as they speak, the way they talk making it seem like they’re an old friend rather than some stranger. You thank them for the assurance, telling them that today’s already been a bit of a whirlwind and you’ve only just gotten here “Yeah, that’s how folks here can be. A word of advice? Don’t be afraid to say no, you’re the boss now and everyone wants a piece of you, but they would never go against direct orders, especially if you can get Bo back in shape”

You ask who Bo is “The founder’s guard dog, poor thing’s been wasting away ever since he passed. Don’t be fooled when you see him though, at peak strength he can break through bone, just ask Jean'' Your eyes widen, Berry had mentioned someone in a cast but you just assumed they fell or something, a bit of a silly thought looking back on it but being around that guy was making your fight or flight go off a bit more than usual so you think it’s fair that you weren’t really pondering it before. You ask if this Jean is ok “Oh, yeah, he’s still in the cast but he’s back to doing shoots. Won’t be in the kitchen for a while which has its ups and downs''

You ask how so “Well, up side, I don’t have to deal with him telling me what to do. He’s an alright guy but man is he bossy in the kitchen. The downside is now Berry’s coming to me to pick up the slack, but up side to the down side, he does keep giving me free froyo” You ask him what flavor is his favorite “Oh, well you can’t get it. It’s a special flavor he saves for employees, says he puts his “secret sauce” into it, whatever that means'' You get an odd feeling from the phrase “Berry’s secret sauce” but choose to brush it off for now

You’re about to ask them another question when the front door rings, it’s only now that you realize you’ve been keeping Rory from actually doing their job, though something tells you they don’t mind. You turn to see who walked in only to be met with possibly the largest chest you’ve ever seen, you hear a chuckle and look up to see its source. They’re big, like, Joseph big, how many hulks does this town have? You stutter out an apology and step to the side, telling them you weren’t ordering anything

“Oh, you��re fine, I completely understand. It’s hard not to get roped into conversation with Rory” The way they say Rory sends a shiver down your spine, you can only imagine what it does to them. Well, no, you can see the puddle Rory’s melted into clear as day. Where a confident slightly sassy guy once stood is now a blushing mess. Rory takes a strand of hair between their fingers and starts to twirl it “Hi” You don’t think you’ve ever heard a word filled with more puppy love in your life

The large person leans over the counter and gives Rory a quick kiss, melting the last little bit of composure they had “I’m going to go visit Jean, he just got back from getting his cast readjusted and I thought I’d get him some coffee cake. Wanna come? I’m sure he’d be happy to see you” Rory opens their mouth to respond before their face falls. They sigh “No, I’m the only one here right now and if I close early again Berry might actually kill me” The stranger presses on, kissing Rory’s cheek “Come on, you know I’d never let anyone hurt you” Rory giggles, the kiss on their cheek tilting their head towards you

You suddenly realize that you’ve just been staring at this couple for some time now and you can feel your face getting hot again. You internally smack yourself for just gawking at these two but Rory doesn’t look offended, if anything they look pleased with themself, maybe even enjoying your voyeurism. No, that’s stupid, they’re probably just laughing at you in their head. Why is everyone in this town so hot?

“Oh, what if you take them with you? Jean’s been talking about seeing them again since forever” The stranger looks over to you, giving you a once over “...Who is that?” Rory giggles again “That’s the founder’s kid” The stranger’s eyes widen “Oh, golly, forgive me your grace, I’ve never seen a description of what you look like” You tell them it’s fine and that you look pretty different from what you did all those years ago anyhow “Well, it’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Sunny Day Jack, but everyone just calls me Jack” You tell them that it’s nice to meet them and give them your name

Rory reaches down into the display case and puts a few pieces of coffee cake into a bag and hands it to Jack, giving them a kiss on the cheek “As much as I’d love you to stay you shouldn’t keep Jean waiting, you know how fussy he gets. I’ll meet up with you after my shift, ok?” Jack leans down and gives Rory a proper kiss, melting them all over again “Alright, can’t wait sunshine. Your grace, would you like to join me?” You nod, unsure of what else to do with your time, and a bit curious about this Jean guy. You swear you remember that name but you can’t quite put a face to it. Jack holds the door for you and you two start to walk to Jean’s house “So, what’s your favorite color?”

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Favorite color? You can’t help but ask them why that’s the first question they ask you “Someone’s favorite color can say a lot about them, and it’s something most people know off the top of their head. It also probably comes from how many kids I meet” You tell them you were wondering why they were so colorful “Oh, well that’s because I’m literally a clown. Though I guess all my bright colors do make me look like I’m from a cartoon, huh?” You two chuckle and you agree with them, saying that they’d make a great action figure

Jack laughs at this “Aww, you’re too kind, I’ll let you know if our merch team ever makes one. I’d love to see you play with me” A shiver runs up your spine as their voice dips into something lower, seductive even, before snapping back to his original tone “How’d you like Rory? He’s pretty great, right?” The tone shift makes your head spin for a second before responding, agreeing that Rory is nice to talk to “Yeah, he’s really sweet when you get to know him, he’d make a great harem member if I might be so bold” You chuckle and ask if he has a harem “Huh? Oh…you don’t know much about what leading the cult entails do you?”

Your face falls, that familiar feeling of anxiety pooling in your stomach. You ask him what he’s talking about “Well, there are a lot of things the leader is expected to do but one thing you’ll have to establish is who gets to be in your harem. People will flock to you once they all know you’re here and all of them want to please you. The harem is a system that makes sure people don’t do something stupid like try to have sex with you in public” You laugh, they don’t

You look at him for a moment before asking if he’s serious “Oh yeah, it was a real problem before the founder established his. If you’re still unsure who you’d like to be in it by week's end just pick someone you’re friends with to hold them off. Though make sure you tell them they’re just there because they're your friend, don’t wanna kill anyone now, do we?” even though you’re both outside in the afternoon sun you feel ice cold, you’d expected weird shit, it is a cult after all, but this is just something else. You can’t even tell if they’re kidding about your rejection killing someone, the way he says it is so flat, like they’re telling you the sky is blue or fire is hot

You tell them you’ll keep it in mind and you start to look around as you try to think of another conversation topic. As you do you notice all the houses look nearly identical, not an uncommon occurrence in neighborhoods to be sure, but it’s more than a little uncanny. Every now and again you see a group of children playing after school, all of them wave at Jack as you pass by. You remember them saying that they talked to a lot of kids and decide to ask them about it

“Oh, I’m the elementary teacher! Though I also do counseling for the older kids. It can be rough going through life alone, I just wanna be there them” It’s only when their voice drops do you realize they’ve been performing this whole time. Their voice has been light, almost bubbly all this time, but in that moment they sound so down to earth, like they really care about these kids. You can’t help but smile

“Oh, here we are!” Their voice regains its bouncy quality as he walks down someone’s driveway “Now, I’ll make sure to tell him who you are but don’t be surprised if he gives you a bit of a death glare when he sees you. Jean’s never been fond of newcomers” You thank them as they knock on Jean’s front door. It takes a minute but eventually the door opens, the man inside looks a bit awkward, having to cross his left arm over to open it. He gives you your warned death glare before it turns to something more confused “Hey Jean, I thought I’d bring you some coffee cake after your readjustment. This is-” Jean’s eyes widen and before they can get it out, Jean says your name

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You finally piece it together, Jean, spoiled bitch Jean. He was always nice to you but it was never really personal, like he didn’t really know what having friends meant. You greet him by name, commenting on how tall he’s gotten. Jean chuckles and welcomes you both in, as you walk inside your mouth starts to water at the smell coming from what you assume to be his kitchen. He holds out his left arm and you go in for a slightly awkward side hug

“It’s so good to finally see you again, how have you been?” You tell him you’ve been good and that it’s nice to see him too. Man, Jean has really changed from when you were kids. Where Ian still has a bit of a baby face Jean looks almost like he was sculpted. Sculpted? Really? One of the first things you point out is how hot your old friend is? Maybe a harem wouldn’t be too bad for you, when was the last time you got laid- “Your grace?” Jack places their hand on your shoulder and you snap out of your little daze

You shake your head slightly and apologize for staring, Jean simply chuckles “Oh, you’re fine. Please, sit” He gestures to his couch, the upholstery having a few claw marks on the armrests but otherwise looking rather new. As you sit down you hear a chirping sound from under the couch. A ball of white fur crawls from underneath the couch before hopping into your lap. Jean opens his mouth but then shuts it, seemingly mulling something over “Uh- Princess, get off there, you’re getting your hair all over them” You laugh and say it’s fine, your hand petting her soft fur

After a second Jean’s eyes widen “Oh, Jack, didn’t you and Shaun have that meeting today?” Jack almost flinches “Oh, shoot, that was today? I better get going then, uh, here’s the coffee cake, goodbye your grace” Jack sets the bag of coffee cake onto Jean’s side table before giving you a small bow. Once Jack leaves Jean closes the door with his back and sits next to you on the couch. You ask for the cat’s name “Huh? Oh, uh, Princess, I said it earlier, remember?” You tell him you remember his folks not letting him have a cat and that once he got one he probably named it out of spite, so, what’s its name? “...I just call her Fucker” You knew it!

Jean laughs “I guess you did, you were always the smart one” He goes to touch your hand but Fucker bats it away before rolling onto her back and purring in your lap. Jean’s face goes from serene to pissed to something bashful all within a few seconds. He sighs “You always did have a way with animals” You thank him, actually, while you’re at it you ask him if he’s still cool with he/him stuff “Yeah, do you go by anything different now?” You tell him your pronouns “Alright, I’ll make sure to pass it on” His tone is full of confidence before seemingly remembering something “I-I mean, if you want me to”

The way he just talked sounded so much like Ian that you could swear he’s making fun of them, but he’s not making any faces or anything so it comes off as oddly genuine. Maybe they hang out now? A lot of time has passed, surely Jean’s bullying has toned down to some extent. You tell Jean there’s actually something you wanted to ask him “Oh? Well, whatever it is I don’t judge. You can tell me anything”

Jean leans forward slightly, looking up at you through batting eyelashes. You tell him that you remember his family being pretty close with your dad and ask if he can tell you anything about what running this place actually means. Jean’s face falls for just a moment before perking up again “Of course I can, I was one of the people closest to the founder before he died, what would you like to know?” You ask about your every day, if there’s a schedule you have to follow

“There’s no strict schedule except for the weekly sermons and any speeches or appearances you have to make” You ask what the sermons are like “A bit bloody if we find a decenter but other than that it’s just us praising your name. Except for the ones at the start of the month, that’s when the founder would make predictions of what would happen during that month” You can feel the blood start to drain from your face. You ask what happens when the predictions are wrong, Jean looks at you like you’ve just admitted to liking pineapple on pizza “They aren’t? They are predictions from our god, they are never wrong. If you’re worried about it, don’t be. You’re our god taken human form, I’m sure your predictions will be the best yet”

You feel like someone just ran up to you and punched you square in the diaphragm, knocking all the wind out of you. Fucker decides you’re not petting her good enough and starts rubbing her face on your shaking hand. You ask what he’s talking about, Jean sighs “That awful woman didn’t tell you anything, did she?” He takes one of your hands in his good one, he starts by saying your name “You are our god incarnate, the one who will raise us from the dark times after our founder fell. You are our future”

It feels like the whole world is slowly spinning around you, your brain desperately trying to make sense of all of this. You can feel your panic start to bubble to the surface, starting in your chest and spreading. You can feel it crawl down your arms and legs and you don’t know where you’re gonna go but you can’t be here-...He’s petting you. The long delicate fingers of Jean’s left hand weave into your hair to scratch your scalp “It’s ok, you’re ok, everything is going to be just fine” He gently places his hand on your left shoulder, moving you to rest your head on his chest

You feel yourself melt slightly, enough of your stiffness leaving you for you to wrap your arms around him “I want you to focus on my voice, ok? It’s just us here, you don’t have to worry about any of that right now. Can you tell me something you can smell” You tell him his cologne, a deep cinnamon mixed with some kind of wood. You can smell the faintest whisper of smoke on him too, it’s nice, complementing his cologne. You also pick back up on the smell from the kitchen, now that you’re focusing on it you can tell it’s some kind of roasted chicken. You breathe out a small laugh as you realize your mouth is watering

“Good, very good. You’re doing such a good job for me” Something about his praise mixed with him petting you like this makes you feel warm. It’s not like the fiery heat of embarrassment you felt earlier in the day, it’s softer, it feels nice, almost too nice. His hand moves down to your back, slowly rubbing up and down, you’re reminded of how you did this for Ian back at the restaurant, did it feel this good for him too? You hardly even know Jean but something about him feels so safe, so familiar in all this chaos. A small chuckle escapes you as Fucker butts her head against your leg, clearly miffed you’re not giving her all your attention

“There you go, just relax into me. You’re so cute like this” His hand slides up a bit higher than before, his thumb brushing the base of your neck. Now that he’s made you focus in on your senses everything just feels so much…bigger than it did a few minutes ago “You know, if you’re this worried about doing a good job, I could help you. Like I said, I was really close with your dad. I could be really close to you too” He leans his head down just a bit, his lips brushing over your ear making you shiver “Or maybe even closer” Jean’s hand moves to your cheek, cupping your face gently. He tilts his head, you can feel his hot breath on your lips and-DING DONG

Both of you damn near jump out of your skin as the doorbell rings. Jean looks to the door, to you, and back to the door. He lets out a groan as he gets up to answer it. He just stands there, knob in hand, for a second to collect himself before opening it “How can I-...oh, it’s you” A deep voice comes from beyond the doorway “It’s meeee!” Jean huffs “What are you doing here? Don’t you have some murder fest to be filming?” The voice chuckles “Well, I did, but then Jack came and told me he was sorry for being late for our meeting that starts a week from now. And after he told me their grace was left here all alone with you? How could not come pay you a visit?”

Jean looks back over to you before trying to close the door, the person from outside easily keeping it open “This is my house, Shaun you can’t just barge in here like this!” Shaun steps inside so you can now properly see how massive they are. They’re not as tall as Jack or Joseph but they seem a bit wider? Not chubby, just wider, maybe it’s bone structure? Maybe it’s Maybelline. Oh shut the fuck up

“Listen, we’re allowed to do whatever is needed if there’s an emergency our leader needs to take care of remember? Or are you going to admit you had no good reason to take the founder away every time I wanted him to review my edits?” Jean stutters on his response “Hey, it’s not my fault the founder was such a good taste tester. What else was I supposed to do? Just feed the public food before it’s perfect? What kind of a man do you think I am Shaun?” Shaun laughs again, they have a good laugh, a deep warm belly laugh, even in this rather tense situation “I’d tell you, but I’d rather not use that kind of language around their grace, speaking of” Shaun turns to you “I wasn’t kidding earlier, there really is something you need to take care of. Mind coming with me your grace?”

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You shake your head, trying to get out of the weird headspace you were just in before agreeing. As you stand from the couch your legs feel like jelly, honestly your whole body feels a bit sluggish after your panic attack. Jean’s eyes fill with fear as you start to walk to Shaun “W-Wait! You can’t go yet, you, um, you haven’t had any tea yet! If you just give me a second I’ll-” You tell Jean you’d love to stay but you can’t if there’s an emergency “Thank you your grace, at least someone here has there head screwed on right”

You’re almost out the door when you turn to say one last goodbye to Jean, he looks dazed, like he’s trying to remember which way is up. You go to ask him if he’s ok but Shaun takes your hand, leading you down the road to wherever this emergency is. You two run down the road for a minute or two before slowing down to a walk. You ask them why you’re slowing down “Well, there is an emergency but you’re gonna need Nick there with you to deal with him. So I figure, why rush? Nick won’t be on set for another fifteen” You ask them why you started running in the first place

“You think I was leaving you in that house? No way in hell. I mean, I’m sure you can handle yourself but new faces are Jean’s specialty. Any longer and I’m sure he’d have convinced you to add him to your harem” Why is everyone talking about your harem? You tell them Jean was just trying to help you after you started panicking “And what made you start panicking?” You were asking Jean questions when he told you were like actually a god and how you were super important and…oh, oh fuck

“Yeah, that’s Jean for ya. Damn snake, he’s got almost the whole town’s pity after his accident too. Don’t worry, anyone that actually knows him knows how fucking awful he is” You ask how many people actually know him, Shaun’s face falls “Not nearly enough” They clear their throat before attempting to lighten the mood “But that’s enough of that, how are you holding up? Today’s probably been a lot huh?” You sigh and agree, you’ve already met so many people, and you’re bound to meet so many more

“Hey, if it makes you feel any better, most people around here are in bed by nine so everyone’s already starting to wind down for the day. People don’t fully know you’re here yet so you have until at least tomorrow before shit gets crazy” You ask him about the emergency “Oh, well, yeah ok things are gonna get a little crazy tonight but Bo is pretty low energy these days so…I mean that’s not a good thing, but he’ll be easier to manage”

You ask how Bo’s doing “Well, he’s still kicking, so there’s that” Is that really the best news about him? Shaun sighs “Yeah, poor guy, hasn’t eaten anything since the funeral” You ask how long ago that was “About a week now, Nick’s been able to get him to drink a bit of water but that’s about it” You ask how he’s still alive “The guy’s strong, even like that he’ll still growl at anyone who tries to enter the founder’s room that isn’t Nick. That’s why I’m not sending you in there without him”

You give Shaun your thanks and you two walk in silence until Shaun takes a turn off of the cobble road. You follow his lead and eventually you get to a small filming set over by the forest. Wait, film set, wasn’t- “Hey, Ian, I’m back!” “Oh thank god, Shaun I love you man but you can’t just leave me in charge like…oh” You greet Ian as he realizes you’re there “Uh, hi, hello, how-uh shit how are you?” You give a shrug and tell him you’re fine “Hey, how come you aren’t in costume yet?” Ian sighs “Sorry Shaun but as soon as you left Daniel damn near set the forest on fire with one of the props” “Again? I swear, that kid has got to get it together”

It’s fascinating to see Ian talk to Shaun like this, he’s so casual about it, so fluent. Who is this man and what has he done with your Ian? Wait, your Ian? Ah, shut up shut up! “Hey, thought I’d swing by early. Hope that’s cool”

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You turn to see, well, an e-boy. You don’t mean it in a rude way, that's just the best way you can describe this guy “Nick! Perfect timing, change of plans. I’ll get your opinion on my latest edit later. Do you think you could take their grace to see Bo?” Nick’s eyes light up when Shaun calls you your grace but they otherwise hold their cool expression “Of course, follow me your grace” Nick gives you a little bow before turning to leave “W-Wait, you’re already leaving?”

You turn back to tell Ian you have to go, but you’d love to hang out later “Yeah, and besides we gotta get you into costume if we wanna stay on schedule” Ian visibly relaxes a bit “Oh, ok, I’ll see you later then” You bid them farewell and head off to go see Bo. You two walk in silence for a while when you hear a clinking sound, it’s not metallic, it kinda sounds like if you knocked two pieces of porcelain together. The sound comes from Nick’s pocket and you ask him if that’s his fidget toy

“Hm? O-Oh, yeah…sorry” You tell them it’s fine, whatever helps you get through the day, huh? “Heh, yeah” …Cool, cool cool cool, this conversation is going great. You decide now’s a good a time as ever to ask their pronouns “He/him, you?” You tell him your pronouns “Cool, cool” Very cool, so cool, you’re so very cool right now and definitely not wondering if he hates you, that would be silly…Yeah, ok, this is a bit silly. You’re sure this guy thinks you’re fine, you’re just panicking again. Just breathe. Geez, how many anxiety attacks can a person have in a day? Why can’t that number be zero?

“Hey, are you alright?” You tell him you’re fine, just stressing out over…everything, you guess "Damn, god's relatable" That manages to get a laugh out of both of you "Sorry, I guess I just wasn't expecting that. It's cool though, nice to know I'm not the only nervous one" Wait, he’s nervous? Nick pauses for a second "...I'm seeing god for the first time since I was seven, yeah, I'm a little nervous" He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you guess it kind of is. These people think you’re a big deal, it would be weirder if they weren't nervous around you

You tell him that there's no reason to be nervous, you don't bite "Aw, I was looking forward to that" Nick slaps his hand over his mouth "I am…so sorry. I can't turn it off" You laugh and tell him you get it, saying you do stuff like that all the time “Right, thank you your grace, you’re too kind” You want to correct him and say that that’s the normal response but you don’t know if that’s safe. It’s gonna be your job to pretend to be god now, fuck, how are you even gonna do that? Ok, you can question that later, right now you need more info

You ask him about Bo "Oh, yeah, he drank some water yesterday. He's not doing great but I'm sure once he meets you he'll be on the mend. He just needs a new purpose, a new master, I'm sure of it" His reasoning is pretty good but he sounds more like he's trying to convince himself than you. You tell him you're sure he'll be fine, and that it sounds like he's been doing a great job taking care of him. Not everyone's strong enough to take care of a dog like that. You watch his face turn from as pale as porcelain to firetruck red "Huh…thank you your grace"

As you continue to walk your eyes are drawn by the giant fucking house in front of you. Holy shit "Yeah, it's pretty big, huh? You like it?" You shake off your surprise and tell him it's massive "Yeah, don't know how the founder lived there personally. All that space would drive me up the wall" …what?

That's your fucking house? Nick chuckles "What you and the house get up to is none of my business but I'd say so" you're pulled from your bewilderment when you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up "Well hey there, and here I was thinking you'd never show up" You turn to see Berry who is…right next to you? How did he "We managed to get everything inside but we couldn't bring it into your room with Bo in there"

You thank him and take a half step back to try and get him out of your bubble but he steps with you staying uncomfortably close. You try to look for anything that isn't Berry to focus on when you see Joseph leaned up against the house. You wave over to him to catch his attention, he seems to flinch at your acknowledgement and gives you a meek wave in return "Well it's a good thing you showed up when you did, that mutt probably would have keeled over by tomorrow if you didn't show up"

You hear the clinking of Nick's fidget toy getting louder but he doesn't say anything. You tell Berry Bo sounds like a strong dog and probably could have held out a little longer. You're not sure if you believe yourself on that one but Nick seems to relax as you say it "Huh, if you say so your grace" Nick starts walking towards the house and you follow him, thankful for the out "He might growl at you but as long as I'm here with you he won't bite" Nick opens one of the front doors for you, the heavy thunk it makes as it closes making you wonder if the damn thing was made of stone. You two walk up a flight of stairs and down a hallway before he stops in front of a door, your things neatly stacked next to it

"Ready?" As you'll ever be. Nick opens the door and his voice becomes a bit softer "Hey Bo, how are you feeling?" You hear a growl and then a voice? "Why is he here?" Is there someone in Bo's room? "Huh? Oh, Berry and Joseph were just delivering their grace’s things" You look past Nick to see someone lying on the bed, their voice is dull and hoarse "Their grace? They're here?" Nick opens the door fully and you finally see it, their ears and tail, their voice, the way you can see the bones in their face from here, Bo

He perks up as you say his name “Your grace?” You can tell his energy is low and yet he spends whatever he has left into wagging his tail for you. You have to walk to the other side of the bed to get a proper look at him, he looks sick, pale and boney where you’re sure he was once full of life. You greet him, telling him your name before extending your hand to him to sniff, you see his face drop as he does “Why…why do you smell like him?” You ask who “Berry, I mean, not all the time, but sometimes he smells like that in the mornings” You can feel the blood drain from your face, no, no no no, don’t be silly

You tell Bo you probably just use the same soap or something, does he not like it? “Wha? No I…If it’s yours I like it” It’s only once Nick reenters the room do you notice he ever left, man he’s quiet. You see he’s holding a stick of jerky and ask Bo if he could maybe take a few bites, for you? Nick smiles at you and hands you the jerky “Mhm, I-I can do that…I’ll be good” You hold the jerky up to him as he takes a few bites. You can feel Nick’s excitement radiating off of him as you let Bo eat from your hand. He’s slow, chewing each bite thoroughly before taking another, only eating a bit before he stops

“I’m sorry, I feel so full already” You tell him it’s ok, gently patting his head as you tell him he did such a good job for you. You smile as you hear his tail thumping on the bed behind him “Thank you your grace” You see him start to tear up “Please…don’t go” You cup his cheek with your hand and tell him you’re here to stay, which means he needs to get better for you, deal? He giggles “Deal”

I reread the whole thing and it's still so good!!

#panie-wanie-dean-bean #sunshine #cult town au #cult town main story #so many little things I noticed that I didn't notice before #like the engine looking like it was cut 👀#and Jean looking dazed after Shaun walked in!!!#oughhhhhh this au lives rent free in my brain forever #Moon and I keep talking about how our OCs would be if they were in it and it's so fun!!!

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I Fell for You, Sorry It was on Your Garden

Lucy Carlyle x (gn) Reader

Warnings/Tags: Meet cute (do I ever do anything else really?), Mildly concerning situation (someone falls off the railings into a garden), Lucy is a bit silly in this one, Lucy is whipped and besotted, Reader’s pronouns are not mentioned, please tell me if I may have missed any, No suggestive or NSFW content, Feelings described as sensations that might not usually be pleasant (burning, drowning, etc.)

Notes: My repertoire so far is romcoms for Lockwood and co and that was incomplete without at least starting one for Lucy. I will probably write at least a part 2 for this one, but who knows!!

Summary: It’s not every night you meet someone who might change your life for the rest of it, but it’s also not every night you fall straight into someone else’s garden. Lucy’s having a strange time finding herself doing both.

Word Count: 1.3k+

When Lucy was preparing for the case of the day, she didn’t think it would end up with her in someone’s garden the wrong house over. She would have been fine; the source was contained and the house was still intact, but it had been a very close call as the ghost came centimetres from touching her. Before it could, she tumbled backwards off the railings (she had been on them just in case) to see it fade just as she fell, ever relieved but still buzzing off of adrenaline.

It would have ended at that, with another near-death experience to add to the long and winding list she had, but then…

“Hello?” She hears a voice call out, something cautious as you step from the backdoor of the house with a lamp in hand. She began to get up quickly, forcing herself not to wince at the ache in her shoulder. She was ready to apologize, offer to pay for the damages, or give you the agency’s number— anything that wasn’t what she did end up doing. Instead, she froze on the spot as you stepped out into the grass, barefoot.

“Are you alright?” You ask gently, still cautious enough to keep away. Your eyes drop to the rapier at her hip, and your sleepy expression turns horrified, “Are you going to rob my house?”

“No!” She says quickly, wincing at her volume. You flinch, but stay in place as she digs for a card somewhere in one of her pockets. “I— um. I’m part of the agency doing work in the house across the fence? I accidentally… fell into your garden just now. If there’s anything that needs repairing, or replacing, just call the agency and we could, um, get that sorted.”

She holds out a thin card, one of the many Lockwood had printed out for them recently, and you hesitate. Later, when she thinks about it, it’s weird that someone about her age seemed so unaware of her occupation. Right then, all she wanted was to ease your worries. Your eyes flit between her, the card, and the rapier, before you step closer.

It’s suddenly like she’s been winded, the air leaving her in one violent huff as your hands bump when you reach for the card. If you notice it, you don’t say anything, shooting her a wobbly smile that has her knees buckling before you quickly gleam the card. Behind her and from the other side of the fence, Lockwood starts calling for her, and she swears under her breath.

“Is that your name? Lucy?” You ask. It has Lucy’s head spinning hearing your pretty lips forming her name, and she can only give you a terse nod as she barely pulls herself together. “Sounds like you’re needed, maybe you should tell them you’re headed through the front door and to meet you on the opposite end?”

She balks at that, “You’d let me?”

“For someone with a sword, you haven’t tried mugging me yet,” You hum, smiling a little easier than before. sleepiness seeps into your movements, and she hurries to call over the fence for Lockwood.

After telling him what she’s doing and to quiet down, you lead her into your house. The place is cozy enough from what she can tell in the dark, a decently sized kitchen wrapping around the dining table. The stairs are in the main hall, much like the one at Portland Row, but the doors are all shut and on the floor there is one, bright carpet. She can tell you’re not used to being awake this late (or early, she can never really tell without a clock indoors); a sluggishness about you that seems more tired than just plain lazy. The house is dead quiet, and nobody else seems to have woken up.

“Do you live with anyone?” She asks curiously, but fumbles when she realises how creepy that must sound, “I mean— er, did I wake up anyone else stumbling into your backyard?”

“Everyone is dead asleep by now,” you whisper, seemingly unbothered, “Only thing that could wake them up is a firecracker or if I go poke at them. I’m more worried your friend woke up the whole neighbourhood.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time we have,” she mumbles grumpily, and her heart stutters at the amused smile you send her way.

“This is you,” you say, opening the front door.

Lucy peeks through the doorway, and in the distance she can see Lockwood strutting down the sidewalk to the house. He raises an arm to wave at her, and if she didn’t know any better she would have called him a prat for always walking around like his picture was about to be taken. She waves back, but turns to you and finds herself once again tongue-tied and breathless.

You’re holding the lamplight still, leaning against the doorway as you smile at her. There’s something comforting being there under the warmth of your gaze, as if the tides of emotion Lucy finds herself under rest just enough that she can look up to find the moon in the light of your eyes. She clears her throat and looks away, hoping you don’t see her flush.

“I, er— Thank you,” she says, and offers her hand out for a handshake. Really, she was in way over her head but she couldn’t even be mad about it. Your laughter, she finds, brings a comfort to her soul like gentle moonlight.

“I just hope you’re alright. Get yourself checked out at the clinic if you feel off; nasty fall you took after all.” Your smile lights the night up more than the lamp in your hands, and Lucy can’t help but feel like she’s burning in embarrassment.

“Yeah— er, thank you, again. I hope you have a good night..?”

You give her your name, and something unfurls in her chest like flooding lava. It sears at her throat and fills her lungs with something burning along the walls of it. Your name slips past her lips like lava, and she feels weak under your sleepy eyes. Maybe you’ve lit her on fire, maybe she’s burning to her core— but maybe this is what it feels like coming up for air when you’ve been drowning your whole life.

“Have a good night, um. Thank you, again.” She stalls at the last step of your house, turning back to you.

“If you need anything just, um—” she gestures to the card in your hand, “— call us? I might not be the one to pick up but if you just say I asked you to call, then, yeah.”

You look up from the card, worrying your lip under your teeth, and she swallows thickly when you draw your focus back on her. There’s something amused about the way you’re watching her, kind intrigue in the edges of it and seeped into the curves of your smile. It’s a comforting sight that makes the air feel cooler with every breath she takes.

“I’ll give you a call if I need anything.” You drop the lamplight somewhere off to the side, and rest yourself on the frame. “You should go meet up with your friend though, and check yourself for injuries. Nasty fall, after all.”

“Right, nasty fall,” She echoes, drawing back. You shut your door with one last wave, and she takes a shaking breath.

“Wow,” Lockwood says from beside her, startling her enough to grab at the hilt of her rapier. He holds up his hands in surrender, eyebrows raised.

“Not another word,” Lucy grumbles, taking one of the bags hung over his shoulder and another from his hand. She hopes the night hides her flushed cheeks.

“Alright, Luce.” He hums, and Lucy knows George and him will definitely be gossiping about this one for days to come. She just hopes you call.

A/N: I am a FIRM believer in that Lucy Carlyle can in fact be silly and SHOULD be. I am also a firm believer that Lucy Carlyle is absolutely amazing and I will not take criticisms on that fact 😤

#lucy carlyle x reader #portie writes fanfic #lockwood and co x reader

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A Little Rusty (Ep.1)

Summary: As an aspiring author and current intern, getting a new car was a luxury you never dreamed of. Natasha, your roommate, used you as a personal chauffeur until your car started breaking down. Luckily, you knew some people who worked at Auto Buddy, an auto shop, who could fix your car. But you hadn’t met Bucky yet, and quickly after you found out you’d be stuck with him for a little while.

Words: 3,476

Pairing: Machinic!Bucky x reader

Warning: rude co-workers, swearing, inaccurate descriptions of auto repair, fluff

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“You’re getting a ride home from Steve, right?” You asked as you drove down the narrow street that is Wall Street.

“Yep,” Natasha had her purse on her lap, getting ready to jump out to keep you from parking in the busy area, “I’m also going to sleep over there as well.”

“Alright,” you smiled and checked your back mirror, “have a good day, Nat.”

“You too,” she looked both ways before jumping out of the car and running across the street, skipping up the steps to get into her building. You waited until the door closed and you knew she was in to take off, driving by all the Teslas and sports cars.

“Jesus,” you muttered, “I hate it here.”

You drove down the street and saw almost everyone talking on their phone, already starting their workday. As you passed in your beat-up, rusted car they looked at you, wondering what reason you were in the financial district. Something as simple as a car could define your worth to these people who worked here, seeing a dent on your fender made them speculate how much you earned. It was never appealing, this lifestyle, you didn’t know how Natasha could stand the snobs that flirted with her every day as she sat at the secretary’s desk.

“They’ve never gotten to my head,” Natasha said once as she sat across from you on the floor, “I do it because it plays well, my dad got me the job, and I get benefits,” she took a swig of the wine bottle before passing it to you.

You had always wondered if she judged you or felt embarrassed when she had to walk into work with a terrible car while her co-workers parked in cars that were more fitting for their jobs. Maybe she always said she took an Uber to work, most of her co-workers would probably be impressed with that much money she can freely use to get around.

You really tried to not let it get to your head.

But it was really easy to believe that.

When you arrived at your job you walked in with a smile, the actors of the Off-Broadway show were rehearsing and cheered when they saw you walk in. it was a small family there which was what kept you coming back, the pay was also decent.

“There’s coffee and breakfast backstage,” Lisa, the female lead, pointed backstage after giving you a hug. It wasn’t a musical, just a play, but most of the actors could sing so the small theatre was always bursting with music. It was also a small ensemble and team, the play had just made it to Off-Broadway so things were small.

The lead actor working beside Lisa was Ryan, he was your age and always very flirty towards you. He was a little taller than you which allowed you to see his green eyes clearer, the brown hair also made them pop. his hair was light brown and a little shaggy, he couldn’t pull it back into a bun or ponytail but it got in his eyes a lot. He used to be a ballet dancer so he held himself well, you always caught him practicing his basic positions even though they weren’t needed in the play.

“Why’d you quit?” you asked as you looked up at the ceiling, laying on the floor of his dressing room.

“It was toxic,” he said without thinking, “it was a surprise to meet a female dancer who hadn’t developed an eating disorder, all the male teachers were gay and would pray on the boys- I had one instructor who made it so fucking obvious he was looking at my crotch while I performed.”

“Oh my God,” you rolled on your side to look at him, “Ryan that’s terrible, I’m so sorry,” your hand reached out to touch his arm.

“I thought I was gay and told my teammates but later found out I was bi and that caused a whole other thing- it was just terrible, fucking awful.” He looked over at you, “theatre is just a breath of fresh air.”

“I’m glad,” you smiled and sat up, “we should go find the crew.”

You found the craft table at the back and took a bagel with a cream cheese package, making your way down the hall and to the prop and costume room. Because you were just an intern you were placed wherever they needed you not where you wanted, so you worked in props and costumes. Sam, head of props and Jordan, head of costumes passed you back and forth throughout the day. Opening night was coming up and everything needed to be perfect.

“Hey guys,” you smiled and as you walked in, Sam hummed in acknowledgement while Jordon turned around with a smile.

“Hey, girl,” Jordan stood up to give you a hug, she squeezed you tightly. “I don’t need anything now, Sam needs some stuff done though.”

“Alright,” you smiled and walked over, taking a bite of your food. “Hey, Sam.”

“Hi,” he said quickly before pushing a box towards you, “I need you to fill up these tubs with tea and stain the papers but I also need you to write random stuff on these papers before you dunk the papers in, let them dry and that’ll be good.”

“What part of the play are these used for?” you asked, picking up the box with all the stuff.

“A little bit of everything, make a few flyers and others ripped out book pages, some can be letters, they’re for all the time.” Sam was hunched over a long piece of wood, creating some accents for the sets.

“You got it,” you smiled before walking out and using the back door so you wouldn’t stink up the place with the scent of tea.

Before you started to work you checked your phone.

Unknown Number: Hello, this is James Barnes, we met briefly yesterday. I work at Auto Body and Steve told me you need some tune-ups for your car, I’m free today if you have the time to bring it in.

You: hi, so nice to hear from you. I was going to call on my break to make an appointment, I get off work at around 3:00 pm.

Unknown Number: alright, that’s a little past my hours so you might not see me but you’ll see Steve or Wanda, what’s the problem so I can leave a note for them?

You: sorry about that, I’m very busy. Anyways, there’s a weird sound near my back right tire, my AC is broken, and I noticed there's a screw loose on my front right tire.

Unknown Number: wow, how long have you had the car?

You: almost eight years.

Unknown Number: okay, thanks for letting me know, it seems like you’ll be in here a lot so I’ll see you around.

You: perfect, thanks again.

James: no worries.

You placed your phone beside you and started making the tea water, the water didn’t need to be hot. As you worked in the alleyway you watched the cars drive down Broadway, the sounds of honking and yelling were normal for you, it didn’t capture your attention at all.

“Hey,” Ryan had walked outside, holding a cigarette.

“Hi,” you smiled up at him before looking back down again, “how are you?”

“Pretty good,” he smiled back, “yourself?”

“I’m actually great,” you smiled, “I’m getting my car partly fixed which is nice, Natasha always complains about the AC.”

Ryan took a drag of his cigarette, “why the fuck is she complaining?” you were caught off guard by his tone, “you’re the one driving her, she should be grateful you’re even giving her rides.”

“It's not like that,” you shook your head, “I barely make enough money from this job, she plays the bulk of rent- well, actually her parents do -but she covers utilities so it’s an exchange, I guess,” you shrugged. There were a lot of tea bags in the bin, getting the water really saturated before putting the papers in.

“Still,” Ryan blew out a long cloud of smoke, “she shouldn't be complaining.”

“Well…” you muttered under your breath, not knowing what to say to him. He stood there and smoked while you got the papers ready, you were going to let the water steep while you wrote different things on the papers.

“I’m going back in,” Ryan said after a while, stepping on his cigarette, “see you.”

“Bye,” you waved and the door closed loudly, causing you to flinch a little.

With headphones in you began to draw on all the papers, creating little stories for each flyer, letter, and missing dog poster. It seemed as though your creative brain never shuts off, all you did was create stories for small and inanimate pieces of objects, inspiring yourself constantly. You could remember from a young age you were always creating, either make-believe words for your friends to play in or layered storylines for your dolls. It made sense you went into writing when you got older, that’s all you’ve ever wanted to do.

Your alarm going off for 2:30 rang loudly in your ears, taking you out of the world you had been living in all afternoon. After cleaning up and saying goodbye to everyone you found your car and put the address of the Auto Body shop.

“Auto Buddy?” you laughed as you saw the actual name of the shop, as you drove you couldn’t help but giggle at the name, it was weird and less sophisticated than you thought.

When you arrived it looked very empty, there weren’t any noises coming from the garage and the parking lot was empty. As you walked inside you quickly checked the text messages to make you were supposed to be here at this time, a redhead behind the counter perked up when you walked in; knocking the bell attached to the door.

“Hi!” she waved.

“Hello,” you smiled and put your phone in your pocket, “you guys really do close at three, huh?” you looked at the walls to see small photos of a few certifications.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “Steve kinda just left and Bucky has been cutting back hours.”

“Who’s Bucky?” you laughed at the name, “is that a nickname?”

“Yeah, for James Barnes.”

“Shit,” you muttered, “I mean, yeah, I met him yesterday and he texted me about coming at this time- he did say Steve was going to be here.”

“I’m an intern, Wanda,” she smiled, “I can take a look at your car, we’ll go back out and you can tell me about it and then I’ll try my best.”

You nodded and followed Wanda outside, the spring was still cold in the late afternoon. Your arms quickly hugged yourself to try and keep warm as you walked to where your old car was parked, Wanda wasn’t fazed by the hard wind blowing her bright red hair.

“So,” she turned to the car, her hair whipping over her head, “what’s going on?”

“Um,” you were facing the wind, causing it to blow right in your face, “there’s a rattling noise in the back-agh!” you pulled out the piece of hair that flew into your mouth, “back right tire makes noise, missing bolts, and my AC is broken.” You said as fast as you can, trying to get the consultation over with.

Wanda was completely oblivious to your chill, “does your heat work?”

“Barley,” you jumped a few times to keep the blood from freezing.

“Alright, you can go back inside and I’ll take a look,” Wanda smiled and stood beside the car.

“Are you going to work out here in the wind?” you asked after taking a few paces back and seeing that she was staying there.

“I don’t have the keys to open the garage.”

You nodded and turned towards the very small waiting room, “this is a disaster,” you whispered to yourself as you reached for the door, it flew open after catching the wind the wrong way. You chose one seat out of the three available.

The white tile floor was actually stained brown with mud and grime, there was a mat by the door but it was saturated with mud. Three out of the four walls in the main room were windows, the wall you had your back to when sitting on the waiting chair looked out into the street where you saw Wanda fighting against the wind, another was to the side and just showed where spare parts were, and the other on your left was the garage; you saw cars suspended and work materials left until tomorrow. On the wall behind the front desk, there was a bulletin board with random clippings and reminders for other people, there was also a door that was left slightly ajar, showing off an office space that looked like a shared room. The certifications were between the office door and the bathroom door, right next to the bulletin board.

It was small, dirty, and cold.

Not exactly what you were expecting.

You could hear the wind rattling in the poorly installed windows, the air rushing through the cracks and causing your teeth to begin to chatter. You had a light jacket, a t-shirt, and pants. The cold wind had already made it through your jacket and was now eating away at your skin. Every time you looked over your shoulder Wanda was in a different position but she wasn’t doing anything, just standing there and tapping her lip with the pen.

You: get Steve to come to the auto shop, I’m begging you

Nat: what? We are on a date, he booked it off.

You: well Wanda has been standing next to my car for fifteen minutes and hasn’t done anything

Nat: Steve asked if Bucky is there?

Nat: Bucky is James you met on the weekend.

You: he’s not there, it’s just me and her

You: please, it’s so fucking cold and I want to go home, I’m so sorry I bothered you on your date but I’m begging you get me out of here.

As you pressed send you got an incoming call from Nat, “hello?” you picked up.

“This is Steve,” his voice cut through quickly, “Nat told me it’s just you and Wanda there, no one else?”

“Y-yeah, just me and her…” you looked over your shoulder to see one of your tires had been removed, your left tire. “She just took off my left tire, I said my right tire was making noise- are you fucking-”

“I’m on my way,” Steve hung up.

You debated going outside, for a second you stood in the middle of the deathly quiet waiting room and watched as Wanda tried to fix the only part of your car that wasn’t broken, your left tire.

You went back outside.

“What are you doing?” you yelled over the howling wind.

“Fixing your car…?” Wanda asked.

“I said my right tire, not my left, why have you taken off my left-fucking-tire!” you pointed to your car that wasn’t suspended, wasn’t properly secure, and wasn’t properly being taken care of.

She seemed to freeze and look down at the car, “oh…”

In that moment, all you could do was laugh. Wanda looked at you like you were insane as you gripped your hair and laughed to yourself. She called your name as you walked away, going back into the waiting room and sitting down, cradling your head as you shivered from the cold.

All at once, the door opened and the bell rang, you looked up to see a very annoyed-looking James standing by the door. “Hi,” he breathed out before walking to the back office, you stood but he just closed the door behind him.

When you looked over your shoulder you saw Wanda crying into Steve’s chest, Steve looked very uncomfortable with one hand weirdly rubbing her back as she cried. You quickly walked back outside and was slapped in the face by the wind again, the sun was beginning to set as well.

“What thee hell happened?” you asked, in a matter of seconds things went from bad to worse

Steve just shook his head, “Bucky got really mad.”

“Did he yell at her?” you whispered.

“He never yells,” Steve shook his head, “he just…well…”

“He called me an incompetent child,” Wanda sobbed.

You took a deep breath before walking back into the waiting room, knocking on the office door. James gave a hum of acknowledgment, you opened the door to see him resting against the desk with his back to you; it looked like he was pinching his nose.

“Steve, we need- oh,” James had looked over his shoulder and when seeing you he straightened up, “I’m so sorry about all of this, you’re not going to pay a thing,” James said kept apologizing.

“She’s just learning,” you tried to reason with him.

“No,” James shook his head, “this wasn’t learning, this was her thinking she could do more than what she knew. Yes, Steve should have been there but there was a mix up with the schedules, but all work happens in the garage, she needed to call one of us to get the key, she should have written everything down in a file rather than a sheet of paper- if one of us was here she would have gotten access to the files.” James pushed all his long hair out of his face, “she tried to be a hero and ended up messing with your car.”

“Did she make it worse?” you kept rubbing your arms, trying to warm yourself up.

“You won’t need to pay for anything,” James grumbled.

“Fuck,” you whispered, “I have to get home, I have a job, I have to drive Nat, this can’t happen,” you stressed to him.

James just looked down at his desk, “I will personally fix all of this, I’ll come in early and stay late if it means your car gets fixed.”

“She said you were cutting hours for personal reasons, you don’t have to.” you shook your head, and the rest of your body shook.

“She said what?” his head snapped up to look at you, “Jesus that intern doesn’t know when to shut up.”

“I’m an intern,” you pressed, cupping your hands to your mouth and blowing hot air.

“Sorry,” James shook his head, he quickly left the room was turned to the corner to the washroom. You slowly made your way out of the office to see James coming back with a grey blanket, there were a few burn holes in it but you accepted the offer, “I would have offered you the office but she needed the key,” he wrapped the blanket around your shoulders.

“Can I get a ride home?” you asked as you pulled it tighter around you.

“Of course,” James walked you outside and to his car, your car had been moved into the garage and Steve was walking towards his car as well, Wanda wasn’t around.

“Steve,” you walked over to him, “I’m so sorry I ruined your date.”

“Don’t worry,” Steve patted your shoulder, “Nat’s at the restaurant, she’s okay, I’m glad I came through.”

“Thanks again,” you smiled and Steve waved before walking away.

James was standing next to his car, when you got closer he opened the door for you before running around to the other side. You looked around his sleek convertible, he had the top down which was nice, it was much warmer in the car.

“Where’s home?” he asked.

You gave the address and he began to drive.

“So,” his fingers tapped the wheel as the light stayed on red, “where do you work?”

“A theatre on Broadway,” you said as you looked at your legs, “I’m helping with props and costumes.”

“Cool,” he muttered as he waited for the light to change, “and you’re an intern?”

“Yep,” you nodded and looked out the window, “I’m doing this now for the exposer but I’m planning on publishing a book after I graduate,” you continued to look out the window but when he didn’t respond you looked over, “what?”

He had a horrified look on his face, “Graduate? How old are you?”

“Twenty-seven,” you answered quickly, “green,” you muttered so he started to drive again, “I’m getting my masters not my undergrad,” you slowly looked over at him. It was only now that you noticed the soft wrinkles near his eyes, a few around his brow. There was also grey in his stubble, nothing in his hair. “How old are you?” you asked.

“Thirty-six,” he said as he turned, “I was just…if you were like twenty-one then I wouldn’t be talking or even looking at you, no offence.”

“None taken,” you pressed your lips together, “but I’m not lying when I say I’m twenty-seven, just so you know.”

“Thank you,” he said genuinely, “is this your place?” he pointed to your right.

“Yeah,” you picked up your bag that sat near your feet. Your fingers missed the handle and hit something else, you chose to leave it alone, you barely knew him. “I have a question,” you said as you picked up your bag and placed it on your lap.

“What’s up?” he looked over.

“Who’s Bucky?”

“Did Wanda call me Bucky?” he laughed, when you nodded he seemed to understand, “it was a nickname that never left me since high school. My middle name is Buchannan and people thought Bucky was a good fit because of that nickname, to be honest, I hated it for a while but it grows on you.” He smiled and tapped his thumbs on the base of the wheel again.

“That makes sense,” you nodded, “Natasha and Wanda called you Bucky so I got confused but they explained that you were the same person,” you both laughed.

“You can call me Bucky,” he said, “and how I acted back there, all mean and grumpy to Wanda, it was just bad timing and I took it out on her,” you smiled as he talked, “I’m not usually like that.”

“I see,” you open the door and get out of the car, when you hear your name called you lean down again to see Bucky.

He’s leaning over the middle console with a smile, “what time do I need to pick you up for work tomorrow?”

NEXT EPISODE

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pattysplaceofplaces · 2 years

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When You Don’t Feel Safe Hc’s

[Author’s Note: Hey besties! Sorry if my writings have been short or are filled with grammar and spelling errors. This is something I need right now and I hope this can help other people. Much love!]

These can be seen as platonic or romantic

Carmen:

She understands the feeling. She has a huge criminal empire who would do just about anything to see her dead. It’s not fun dealing with nightmares, paranoia, anxiety, the whole shebang.

Keeps a small fidget toy or mini plushy in her pocket just in case you need it. If she’s going on a trip with you, you bet she brings the noise canceling headphones.

Will hold your hand or let you hide in her coat if you ask.

Knows you well enough to know what to ask and what not ask. She may distract you by bringing up something you’re passionate about like your most recent hyper fixation. She might even do something intentionally silly just to make you laugh.

Also has a little notebook with her so you can write down your feelings if your panic attacks make you mute or choke you up.

She’ll even write back so you don’t have to feel embarrassed.

Zach:

You don’t have to tell him why you’re upset he’s ready to beat someone up.

Won’t leave you alone until you feel better again, he will literally stand outside your door like some sort of bouncer.

“Sorry but Y/n isn’t feeling too well and I don’t know if I can trust you.”

“It’s just me, ya big doofus. Let me see them.”

He will try his best to cheer you up.

If you you’re anxious to get outside then you two can marathon a show or movie you two have already watched so you don’t have to worry about paying attention. He will make or buy the best snacks for the both of you as well as make a huge pile of blankets, pillows, plushies.

If you don’t mind going outside he’ll take you for a long drive in the middle of nowhere so you can vent out all of your negative thoughts.

Or you can just listen to music while he drives around.

Ivy:

She understands if you need some time alone and understands if your panic attacks make you mute and doesn’t mind just sitting with you in silence.

Although if someone is bothering you point them out. She used to protect her brother from the bullies all the time when they were younger so she has some experience.

She’s fine if you don’t tell her what’s wrong although she’ll spend her whole day worrying about it so it’s best to just tell her so she’s not suspicious of everything.

Tends to have a calm front when helping you although she’s scared she can’t help you or isn’t enough.

It’s okay Ivy, you’re doing great.

She will call someone out if they don’t realize they are hurting you.

“Do ya mind? They said they didn’t want to talk about it, so mind your own business or take a hike!”

Player:

He’s not the best with comforting people but he tries.

Will make you hot chocolate and wrap you up in a blanket burrito.

You could sit on his bed and watch him play video games. He’ll even make the character do silly things to hopefully make you laugh.

He might take away your phone because it’s hard to stay away from it even if it is causing problems.

Will try to get you to sleep.

If someone is bothering you they are gonna be hacked beyond repair.

ShadowSan:

Ready to murder someone. Give him a name and a location and they will not bother you again.

He’s also not the best when it comes to comforting people, it’s very awkward.

He’ll tell you some stories if it will make you feel better. Japanese myths, actual historical events, or his own personal stories.

I headcanon he has a pretty good singing voice so he can to you while gently playing with your hair. It’s hella awkward at first but he gets into it.

If you fall asleep on top of him he will not move until you wake up. It doesn’t matter if the world outside is falling apart he will he just be reading while you are peacefully napping.

He’s worried you aren’t eating or drinking enough water so he’s gonna cook you so yummy yet healthy food.

[Author’s Note: May write a continuation for more cs characters. If you have anyway you want to see you can request as always!]

#Carmen Sandiego #carmen sandeigo 2019 #Carmen Sandiego headcanons #Comfort #Comfort characters #Zach #Ivy #Player #Shadowsan #A bit personal I apologize

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ajollyyarn · 1 year

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friendshipgirl · 3 months

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Pinky, Brain, and Daniel in Body Rockers ( Mighty B Spoof )

( it was Friday and the Animaniacs cast were on a field trip )

Cast: Peanut butter in a Cup!

We sing this chant

To wake us up!

Bang! Bang! Choo Choo Train!

Come on Pinky

Do your thang!

Pinky: I can’t!

Cast: Why not!?

Pinky: I just can’t!

Cast: Why not!?

Pinky: My back is aching

The sun's too bright

My hips are shaking from left to right

Cast: To the left To the right

To the left To the right

Left right! Left right!

Left right left right

Left right left right!

Nora: ( whistles to silence them ) Quiet Animaniacs! When we arrive at the Discovertorium, I want everyone to stay together, so buddy up.

Daniel: Oh! I call Brain and Pinky! I know you all want them but, you know, you snooze, you loose.

Pinky: And what did I win? Poit.

Brain: ( sighs )

( soon, they arrived at the Discovertorium )

Daniel: Water: Check! Cheese bites: Check! Headlamp: Check! Medical records: Check! Long copy of Atlas Shrugged: Check! Buddies: Check! That’s everything! Come on boys, science awaits!

( they enter in as Pinky drinks his water bottle. Inside, they were greeted by the tour guide )

Mr. Starlight: Good morning Cell Clusters! As we’ll discover today, that’s exactly what we are. I’m you’re tour guide, Mr. Starlight, but you can call me Starry, everyone does.

Nora: I’m Nora Rita Norrita, the CEO of WB. And certified Patty Pay Cosmetics Representatives. Call me when you’re done with this... whole look.

Mr. Starlight: Oh... Well, I hope everyone's ready to get their hands dirty, because today, we are going to explore the stinky messy wiener that’s the Human Body! Let’s dig in!

( the cast follows Mr. Starlight )

Cora: Did you hear that Bucktooth, she called you stinky.

Pinky: She also said wonder.

( they enter a exhibit where a film starts )

Announcer: In the future, doctors will be able to shrink down to the size of a vitamin, and repair your body from the inside.

Pinky: Poit... uh... Dan?

Daniel: Not now, Pinky. We’re looking at the future.

Announcer: If you think that’s wild, just imagine what a year like 2030 will bring.

( Pinky pulls on Daniel's jacket to get his attention )

Daniel: Pinky, please! I’m deep in my learning zone!

Pinky: But I gotta... tinkle!

( Daniel looked surprised before turning to Nora )

Daniel: Uh, Nora? Can I have a second? I think Pinky needs the—

Nora: ( whistles a bit ) Quiet! We are in a museum!

Pinky: Daniel, Brain I have to go right now! RIGHT NOW!

Brain: Pinky, calm down. Let’s just find a bathroom ourselves.

Daniel: I hear ya. When a mouse has to pee, a mouse has to pee!

( Daniel then imagines himself as a superhero )

Daniel: Pinky! Brain! Facilities! Starboard!

( the mouse fights his way through the rest of the cast before busting a door, but then next one knocks them back and reality comes back. They tumbled into a storage room screaming and crash into a box of moths. Daniel removed the sign off his face and they tumble on an electric ball and poom off before riding down a dinosaur fossil and into a elevator. They went up and when they reached the top, they slipped and slide across the wet floor. They slip into the aircon system and were immediately blown away into the vent. After some turns and twists, the three mice bounce on something soft and then onto the ground. After groaning in pain and getting up, they looked around )

Pinky: Uh oh. Someone forgot to flush.

Daniel: This isn’t a bathroom, this is... a human brain!

Pinky: ( gasps ) But I can’t pee in someone’s brain!

Brain: Okay, calm down boys. Thinking, thinking, Brain, processing, piecing together, okay! I know what happened! As foretold by the exhibit, we’ve been zapped to the size of raisins, and— and now we’re trapped inside someone’s head!

Pinky: Trapped!? Oh, no, no-no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no!

Daniel: Wait a minute, Brain, think you meant was we’re stuck.

Pinky: EGAD! Stuck! Forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever and—!?

Daniel and Brain: PINKY, GO TO YOUR QUIET PLACE!

( Pinky calms down but nervously )

Brain: Okay, don’t worry. I know there is a number of exits in the human body. The right eye, the left eye, the left nostril, the left nostril, both ears, and the mouth.

Pinky: What about the b—?

Brain: ( silences Pinky ) Uh, dah-dah-dah-dah, no-no-no, we’re not going there! ( grabs Pinky and Daniel's hands and heads some way ) Let’s find the nose, and get out of here!

( back with the group, they were looking at a huge robotic man )

Mr. Starlight: And who is this hunky fellow? Let’s look at the name tag. Why it’s Jumbo Jim! A perfect plaster replica of the human body. Now we all know what the outside of the human body looks like, but Jumbo Jim allows us to take a plunge into the inside! Did you know, the average human swallows 29 gallons of mucus a year?

Nora: ( gagging ) Ugh! I don’t know a single person who does that! Disgusting!

Mr. Starlight: ( chuckles ) Let’s talk about breathing. ( breaths in and then out in Nora's face ) The involuntary actions that powers all of our other actions. Observe. ( presses a button )

( back with the mice, they found the nostrils )

Daniel: Look! There’s a way out!

( they jump out but were pulled back in screaming )

Dot: Eh... Rhino Nasty. I wonder where my boyfriend is. ( Puts on cotton candy lipbalm )

( the mice struggled to hold on to nose hairs )

Brain: Daniel! Pinky! Don’t let go of those nose hairs! Hold on!

Daniel: I can’t! It’s smelling me too hard!

( The nose hairs snap and they were sent flying into the lungs )

Brain: BOYS, ARE YOU OKAY!?

Pinky: I STILL HAVE TO PEE!

Mr. Starlight: And that’s where coughing comes in. It is the plan B of the Respiratory System. ( presses another button )

( the robot coughs and the winds inside loose control )

Daniel: Hold on! ( lassos Pinky and Brain before they were sucked into something )

Mr. Starlight: And now it’s time for our fantastic journey to begin. ( the mouth opens and sticks out the tongue ) We'll enter the body like most things through the mouth.

( everyone crosses the tongue, with Yakko gagging with every step. Cut to the group in red blood cell carts, cheering )

Mr. Starlight: Before we can take a while ride on a Red Blood Cell Rollercoster, we have to alert the engine of the body, the heart. Ready?

( the ride powers down for a bit. Mr. Starlight bangs on it and it takes off, but slowly, much to everyone's disappointment. They didn’t notice the mice floating through the veins past them )

Mr. Starlight: Woah, hold on to your hats everyone!

Katie KaBoom: Who wears hats anymore? Ugh...

( the mice scream as they enter the heart and bounce all around uncontrollably )

Brain: HEAD FOR THAT HOLE! ( grabs Pinky and Daniel and jumps through the next vein )

( cut back to the group )

Mr. Starlight: Isn’t this exciting? We are speeding along down this vein just like red blood cells collecting and distributing oxygen to the body!

Slappy: Whatever, I’m gonna catch up on my reading. ( takes a book out of her purse and reads ) Chapter 5: The Big Day.

( meanwhile with the mice, they scream as they tumbled into the hand. After getting up all dizzy, rain is the first to notice

Brain: ( gasps ) Let’s see. Radius, ulna, metacarpals, phalanges...

Pinky: TOILET!

Brain: We’re in the hand! There’s no way out! ( throws a lighting rope down to them ) Grab on boys, we’re gonna have to climb all they way back to the head! ( climbs up )

( later, the mice were walking down a pipe )

Pinky: I can’t hold it all the way to the head! Poit!

Daniel: Think positive Pinkadoodle. You are an Animaniac. Picture yourself as a butterfly with beautiful wings, flying over a river of obstacles, letting all your fear flow out of you.

Pinky: ( cringes ) Don’t say 'flow'. Troz.

( back with the troop )

Mr. Starlight: When we get sick, it means a foreign bacteria or virus has invaded our bodies, just like bill collectors or guys in suits telling you to pay your taxes for Salazar. We attack them and we throw them out!

( everyone stares at him )

Slappy: Hm. Surprise, surprise. Wakko's Wish made the hippie not like paying taxes.

Mr. Starlight: ( pulls a lever and white balloons blow forward ) Here we see the body’s bodyguards white blood cells fighting off foreign bacteria. Go get ‘me white blood cells!

( back with the mice, Brain was getting tired )

Brain: Whew... must... rest... ( sits down ) Just for a minute... ( takes a few breaths ) Go on boys... go on without me... save your bladder Pinky...

Pinky: Poit! Come on Brain, don’t give up now! I’m starving and we ate all the cheese!

Daniel: Wha...!? Pinky, don’t you need the bathroom!?

Pinky: I do! It’s making me hungry!

Daniel: Pinky, that doesn’t make any sense.

Pinky: But it’s making me hungry, we didn’t pack lunch, and it took longer than I thought!

Daniel: Quit yelling at me like I did something wrong! It’s not my fault we’re in a body!

( Brain sighs in annoyance as the two mice bickered at each. Suddenly, the balloons hit and trip them. Daniel karate kicks though his way )

Mr. Starlight: Look at these white blood cells, united together to fight of the government... I mean disease! The immune system shows no mercy!

Nora: Couldn’t we focus in n something a little less violent? Like... blinking.

( meanwhile with the mice, they were walking down when they scream and fall into the chest and onto the ribs )

Pinky: ( wiggles ) I’m gonna burst!

Daniel: Pinky, no! These ribs weren’t made for dancing!

( the rib they were on collapses and the mice scream and fall into the pit of the belly )

Brain: ( muffles )

Daniel: You’re telling me. This belly could use a spit shine.

( the mice sink in and land inside of the belly. The troupe is out of the body and back outside )

Mr. Starlight: Food is the fuel of the body and the stomach is where it gets digested. What kind of food should we feed this body today, anyone?

Wakko: Food!

Yakko: He said what kind of food, dummy.

Cora: Sushi.

Mr. Starlight: I heard chili! Chili it is!

( He presses a button and the robot swallows down chili. The stomach gets full and it corners the screaming mice )

Brain: Boys, this could be it! And I just want to say that I’m sorry I lied that time about riding a baby elephant!

Daniel: I forgive you, Brain! I don’t really have drawings and stories of Dot belly dancing stashed away in my playroom in the basement!

Pinky: ( as they get washed away ) NO, YOU DO! I'VE SEEN THEM!

Mr. Starlight: But sometimes when the body is thrown out of whack, we get indigestion. So what do we do? We add a base to a acid to neutralize it. We take an antacid! Get it? An antacid! ( laughs and presses a button )

( meanwhile inside, Pinky was eating all the chili when suddenly, a antacid drops and lands in the ocean of chili, causing it to foam )

Daniel: PINKY! DON'T PANIC! REMAIN CALM! REMAIN CALM! PINKY, DON'T PANIC! WHATEVER YOU DO, REMAIN CALM!

Mr. Starlight: Then, this lovely mixture can be drained into the intestines. ( presses another button )

Brain: OH NO!

( they were suddenly drained and began to rush down the intestines, screaming )

Mr. Starlight: The intestines span miles and miles ultimately connecting to—

Nora: A dead end! Nothing more! Just like a cul-de-sac!

Mr. Starlight: Oh, on the contrary, waste has to leave our bodies somehow, which brings me to another hot topic: Gas!

( Nora moans and faints. Inside, the mice burst out a plug and land on the ground. They then hear rumbling )

Pinky: NARF! Oh no! This is the big one!

( the chili bursts out and the mice scream and run for their lives. Brain lighting lassos to a hook and they all hold on for dear life )

Brain: I really didn’t want to go out like this! Hold on boys!

( cut to outside )

Mr. Starlight: And that is the beauty of the human body!

( a door to the rear opens and the mice and chili shot out )

Dot: CHILI!!!

( the chili sprays all over everyone )

Mr. Starlight: Oh, wasn’t that moving?

Minerva: Oh, my hair, my dress, my shoes... ( groans )

Nora: ( angrily ) The Discovertorium is going to receive a dry cleaning bill! And a very strong letter!

( the mice on the other hand recovered )

Brain: We made it!

Daniel: Wow, I didn’t even feel the unshrinking! The— The deshrinking, the biggening! How about you Pinks?

Pinky: ( spits out chili ) I got bigger but the pee stayed small! I don't have to pee anymore. Narf!

Cora: ( groans ) Gross me out! You three make me ill!

Daniel: ( gasps ) You’re sick? I can fix you! Watch this!

( Daniel shoves himself into Cora's mouth, getting stuck in the process, ending our story )

THE END

#pinky and the brain #animaniacs #follow me on da #oc #apiverse #i worked so hard on this

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threw this together very hastily, so it’s limited by what was in my bookmarks/how it was tagged (pay attention to the tags on some of them), so if some are listed twice well... you’re welcome. this is longer than i thought it would be. happy pride, y’all!

masterlist

asexuality spectrum

can't be undone by dottie_weewoo

“What?” Buck coughs, his voice suddenly so loud in Eddie’s ear that he winces and pulls the phone away slightly. “You what?”

He picks at the washcloth in front of him, rubbing the rough fabric between his fingers. The kitchen is dark and quiet around him, Chris long put to bed, but he still blushes and hunches his shoulders, feeling a little hunted. “Uh, I—”

Almost like he can’t stop himself, Buck interrupts, “I mean. Nothing? H-how?”

“How?” Eddie repeats hesitantly.

“How not?” Buck asks, sounding genuinely confused. The note of it in his voice only makes Eddie tense further. “What do you even mean, you don’t have any fantasies?”

Coming Up Aces by SquaresAreNotCircles

“Earth to Eddie,” Buck says. He laughs, but it sounds confused. “You’ve been staring at me all day, man. Do I have something on my face?”

“Your nose,” Eddie says. Christopher still thinks that one’s hilarious.

Or: Buck comes out as bi, which triggers a series of events that cause Eddie to realize that maybe, just maybe, he’s in love with Buck. Except logic dictates he can’t be. Except he definitely is. It’s complicated.

Cowboy Take Me Away by HMSLusitania

Figuring out he's demisexual is somehow the least troubling part of Eddie's month.

No, no, that award goes to finding out he's got a ...thing... for Buck as a cowboy.

my hands, your heart by ZainClaw

“I like being the one who gets to do it with you.” His heart throbs at his own words. “The one who gets to see you like that. I like that I’m the one you want. The one who makes you feel good. Even if I can’t feel the same thing you do. I like that I’m… the reason. It makes me feel—”

He searches for the right word, but there’s really just one that sums up what he feels.

“—happy.”

hate to say i spent it all on masquerades by hattalove

“It’s also that I like sex,” is what he says instead, and hates how pathetic it sounds. “And it’s fun, but it’s like—unless it’s with someone really important, it’s kind of the same level as going to the movies?”

Eddie smiles at him. Somehow, impossibly, it’s even softer than the last time, sweet at the edges.

“What if it is with someone really important?” he asks, and squeezes, his fingers pressing into the hollows between the bones of Buck’s hand.

or: buck picks up a pamphlet, has an existential crisis, and shows up at eddie's door, in that order.

crystal clear on a starlit night by eddiesdiaz

All his life, Eddie never realized that there was an explanation to the way he felt about sex. He had no idea there was a word that encompassed all the feelings that had always been too big and overwhelming for him to name.

He’d always assumed it was just another thing that was wrong with him. His list of flaws and shortcomings had always been a long one, after all, so it was easy to believe this, too, stemmed from being fucked up and broken beyond repair.

once bitten, twice shy by lecornergirl

“Can I tell you a secret?” he mumbles, mostly in the direction of the tabletop.

“Sure,” Hen says, and, inexplicably, glances across the bar to where Buck is playing a very intense round of darts with Chimney.

“I don’t get sex,” Eddie says, and keeps his eyes trained on the table, because he doesn’t want to see Hen’s reaction.

“Uh, you have a child,” Hen says. “Please tell me you don’t need me to explain how that happened.”

Eddie huffs a laugh. “Obviously, I understand how it works, mechanically,” he says. “I just… I don’t know, I don’t get why everyone’s so obsessed with it. Like, I think I could probably go my entire life without having sex again, and it wouldn’t be an issue.” He takes a deep breath. “I think that’s why Ana broke up with me.”

Turn Off the Heart by ElvenSorceress

It was only a favor. What Buck offered him. A good first kiss. A memorable one.

People talk about it, romanticize it, write songs and stories and poems and whatever else. The sparks, the fireworks, the moment where the world fades away and there’s nothing but the person in your arms and the taste of their mouth.

It always sounded overrated. Ridiculous even.

But. He felt it.

Buck kissed him and the world suddenly had color. Eddie saw everything through faded, foggy lenses. It was dull, muted, and the only thing that was ever vibrant were moments with his son.

But that kiss was bright, vibrant, freeing, sweet like nothing else, too.

~~~

Early s2, newly divorced Eddie asks Buck for help figuring out his sexuality.

you get me closer to god by dottie_weewoo

“I want to blow you,” Eddie blurts out.

“Um,” says Buck.

Oh for fuck’s sake, Diaz, Eddie thinks to himself. Way to ease him into the idea.

crystal clear on a starlit night by eddiesdiaz

I Hate Accidents (Except When We Went From Friends to This) by morganofthefairies

“You should just move in,” Eddie said one night. They were already laying in bed, Buck’s face half-buried in his pillow.

“Where would I sleep, Eddie,” Buck deadpanned, sleep heavy in his voice.

“Here,” Eddie said, not entirely sure how Buck missed that part. “The same place you’ve been sleeping.”

Bobby raised an eyebrow when Buck updated his address on all of the necessary paperwork, but Eddie wasn’t entirely sure what the big deal was.

~~~~~~~

Buck and Eddie had always been unconventional. Neither of them gave it much thought – they were just them. Buck and Eddie - partners, best friends, co-parents – just as entangled in each other’s lives as any actual couple in the 118.

Or, the story of how Buck and Eddie went about their relationship in entirely the wrong order.

The Aftermath of Liberation and Love Confessions by ElvenSorceress

After a very long year of one terrible thing after another, Eddie has a brand new life strategy. It’s called not giving a shit.

There’s the fire of a challenge in Buck’s eyes and a clench in the set of his jaw, and come on, it’s not as if Eddie forced Buck into dating the reporter. Not like he pays it any mind whatsoever. It was doomed from the start. She’s not good enough for him. She’s a terrible fit for him. Buck’s clearly been miserable for months.

Still, Buck says, “Yeah, Eddie. Why don’t you teach us. What would you say if you were professing your love?”

You mean something besides, “In the event of my untimely death, I made you legal guardian of my child”?

Eddie stares back at him. He breathes deeply, and since his renewed life philosophy is not giving a shit and not being ashamed and finally reaching freedom, why the fuck not...

~~~

In which Eddie comes out, sexuality is complicated but coffee is not, Buck makes an excessive salad and is also roasted, everyone has a love confession, and December is the most dramatic time of year.

tread lightly on my ground by lecornergirl

“Do you want to stop?” Buck asks.

“No,” Eddie says again, and tilts his head back to look at the ceiling. Maybe it’ll be easier to say it out loud, he thinks, if he isn’t looking directly at Buck. “I want this—god, Buck, you have no idea how much I want this.”

“I feel like I have some idea,” Buck says, and shifts his hips against Eddie’s with a smirk. The contact sends sparks down Eddie’s spine, and Buck grins at the noise he lets out.

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie allows, and huffs half a laugh. “It’s just—I’ve never, with a man—what if—”

grooves otherwise unseen by extasiswings

The thing is…Buck knows people have always wanted him. When he was a dumbass trimmed down college kid with vanity muscles and a reputation for eating out like a champion. When he was in the academy. And definitely now. He can walk into a room of single people and pick someone up in ten minutes—not that he would anymore, not that he wants to, but…people want him. Or at least, they want to sleep with him.

He’s old enough now to know that those two things aren’t equivalent. Which, maybe, really should mean he should love this.

bisexuality

everything (nothing) has changed by zeppazariel

After Eddie gets shot, Buck confesses his love. From there, things get a little out of hand.

***

Buck breathes for a moment, then sets his shoulders. "Eddie, there's something I have to tell you."

"Do you?" Eddie asks flatly, still alarmed and doing his best to hide it. "I would've never guessed."

Buck swallows. "Eddie, I love you."

"Are you softening the blow, or buttering me up? Because, I've got to tell you, I'm still very worried regardless," Eddie tells him.

"No, you don't understand. I love you. I'm currently in love with you," Buck says as evenly as possible, and even then, his voice wobbles precariously there for a moment. He exhales. "You don't have to worry about it, though, because I've processed it and decided to—to find relief in telling you before moving on and moving forward."

Eddie stares at him. No response at all.

Well, at least he's not freaking out.

I Know a Place We Can Go by maybeamystery

“Well, that was heartwarming,” Chimney says loudly. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s go save some lives. In WeHo. Where Buck goes to gay bars because he is apparently a bisexual now.”

“I’ve always been a bisexual,” Buck sniffs. “You just didn’t notice.”

“There are gay bars outside of WeHo,” Hen adds. “Just saying.”

[5 times Buck and Eddie get hit on in West Hollywood and 1 time they definitely do not]

Your Kiss Might Kill Me (So Won't You Kill Me) by morganofthefairies

Buck hadn’t been a virgin by the time he’d hit Peru – not even close. He still considered Peru a critical point in his sexual history, though, because Peru had brought him Fiona, and he was pretty sure he could credit her with like 80% of his sexual knowledge.

None of that was the point, though. The point was that, six years later, when Eddie called for the jaws to get to a woman pinned in her car while responding to an 8-car pileup, and absentmindedly called him a good boy as Buck handed them over, he had a totally normal reaction to it.

you can shake the world by autumnchills

When Buck lacks the words of comfort he wishes he had for his friends, he turns to his other newfound talent— drawing. Though he's no artist, he's about to give it all he's got to put some pep in his friends’ steps.

Alternatively, 5 times Buck gives a special post-it note to someone in the station and 1 time someone gives one to him.

Coming Up Aces by SquaresAreNotCircles

“Earth to Eddie,” Buck says. He laughs, but it sounds confused. “You’ve been staring at me all day, man. Do I have something on my face?”

“Your nose,” Eddie says. Christopher still thinks that one’s hilarious.

Reset the Clock by ElvenSorceress

It’s been seven months, two weeks, and five days since he’s kissed anyone.

Not that he’s keeping track. It’s a long time. He’s hard up. He’ll admit it. He’s lonely. Even Hen and Chimney say Eddie is hot. It’s not a big deal. It’s completely objective. Maybe what he thought about Abby, what he felt and longed for, maybe it wasn’t… Maybe she didn’t…

Maybe no one has ever loved him.

But he doesn’t want to think about that. She’ll come back eventually. She will. They’re still together. She’s just busy. He’s fine waiting.

He’d wait forever if it meant someone would love him.

right here waiting by blackandwhiteandrose

Buck's new girlfriend is kind of perfect.

As much as Eddie knows he should like her, he just… can’t.

Of course, he wants his best friend to be happy, but this -her - it’s too much.

He’d thought maybe they could finally get their shit together. Maybe they could get together. He’d been waiting for a chance. He’d been willing to try. He even made a plan.

Then she showed up.

calling out for somebody to hold tonight by lecornergirl

Buck’s going to find that person, one day, and Eddie’s destined to live the rest of his life watching someone else have the life he so desperately wants.

He peels his forehead off the bar and props his chin in his hand, signalling the bartender and asking for tequila.

“Everything okay?” the bartender asks.

“I’m in love with my best friend,” Eddie admits, just for the novelty of saying it out loud. It’s not like he’s going to get many other chances. Then he downs the shot.

The bartender winces in sympathy. “And you don’t think—”

“Oh, never,” Eddie says, with a laugh that sounds hollow even to his own ears. “Can I get another tequila?”

Cowboy Take Me Away by HMSLusitania

Figuring out he's demisexual is somehow the least troubling part of Eddie's month.

No, no, that award goes to finding out he's got a ...thing... for Buck as a cowboy.

I Want To Know Your Plans by morganofthefairies

Eddie wasn’t as oblivious as everyone seemed to think he was. That isn’t to say he was the most observant person in the world, but this thing with him and Buck? He saw it.

That isn’t to say he knew what to do with it, but he at least knew there was something more than friendship between them.

~~~

I was inspired by jealous!Eddie from last night's episode (s4e12: Treasure Hunt), but this turned out less angsty than I intended. Poor Eddie is just too confused to be properly angsty.

burned, about to burn, still on fire by charliesarrows

Buck is tired of chasing after people who don't want him. Eddie is tired of wanting what he's too afraid to chase.

fell on hard times a year ago (was hoping you would let it go) by ShyAudacity

He doesn’t get more than five feet away before someone- an overly dressed man in a suit with a pink purple blue heart-shaped pin stuck to the lapel of his jacket- is stopping Buck on his way to the bar and asking if he’d like to dance.

And for a moment, Eddie is so struck with jealousy that he can’t think of anything else.

“Sorry,” Buck says with a smile. “I’m accounted for, but that’s very kind of you.”

Eddie doesn’t hear anything after that. Only the roaring of his own heart in his ears as it begins to beat in triple time. The overwhelming envy from a minute is still lingering, only adding to the absolute, all-consuming panic that is flooding his system. He can’t see Buck anymore and he doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

Why am I jealous? Am I jealous? That guy was probably harmless, what does it matter if he wanted to dance with Buck? Do I wanna dance with Buck? Why would I want to dance with Buck I’m not even-?

Oh shit. Oh God, how did I not see it?

Eddie learns something about himself and takes a minute to get used to it.

you're a real life fantasy by ColorMeParanoid

"Would you fuck me?" Buck asked so suddenly that Eddie nearly choked on his coffee. Chimney, who was walking up to join them in their little rec room area turned on his heel and stumbled down the stairs in an effort to avoid this upcoming conversation. Eddie couldn’t even blame him for running away. This was a lot, even for Buck.

"What?"

Not deterred in the slightest by Eddie’s obvious shock, Buck said, “Not to sound vain or anything, but I work hard to keep my ass in shape. And yet, nobody seems to care.”

(Or, the one where Buck wants to fulfil a certain fantasy and Eddie is more than happy to lend him a helping dick)

burned, about to burn, still on fire by charliesarrows

Buck is tired of chasing after people who don't want him. Eddie is tired of wanting what he's too afraid to chase.

After Everything I Must Confess, I Need You by 13zepptraxx

“And Christopher? Would he be okay?”

Buck shakes his head. “Don’t do that. Don’t hold him over me.”

“If you’re gonna talk about sacrificing yourself, then yeah- I do need to do that.” Eddie snaps. There’s a pause as Buck shuts his eyes and takes a breath. When he opens them, a tear falls from his eye before he can stop it. “If you’re gone, and something happens to me-”

“You can’t just bring that up every time I do something that’s maybe reckless.” Buck snaps back, and Eddie’s breath catches in his throat. “I didn’t realize when you made me Chris’s guardian that it was just a failsafe to keep me from doing stupid shit.”

The undone and the divine by justhockey

He hasn’t set foot inside a church since he left home and never looked back.

It feels like a lie, now. To walk inside such a hollow building and have his trauma fill every open space until there’s no room left for Buck to breathe. He feels like a fraud for being here, like everyone who sees him will know he doesn’t belong.

Actually, Truly by MilenaDaniels

Isabel calls to tell them Eddie's been shot on a Thursday afternoon and by lunch on Friday Helena and Ramon are landing at LAX. When they land, they learn Eddie's already home recovering and has been for two weeks.

----

Or, Helena (and Ramon) tries to find a way back into Eddie's life and doesn't know what to make of finding Buck around every corner she turns.

if I can't have you I'll walk this life alone by ShyAudacity

Buck must be cheating on him. That’s the only explanation Eddie can come up with as to why Buck’s been so secretive lately.

Eddie would bring it up- ask Buck if something’s going on that he doesn’t know about- but a part of him doesn’t want to know the answer. For now, Eddie would rather just pretend that things are fine. The potential destruction of his relationship can wait until after the new year.

He wants to hold onto this for as long as he can. Whatever is left of it, anyway.

Buck is hiding something from Eddie (but it's not as bad as he thinks).

A Life in Your Shape by thelightwitch

“I’m not talking about the team,” Eddie says, and his voice sounds oddly quiet. “I’m talking about me and Chris. We’re your family.” “I appreciate you saying that, man. But you don’t mean it… not the way I want you to.” “How do you know?” Eddie asks softly. “Because.” Buck looks up, and Eddie’s warm brown eyes are so close, practically inviting him to get lost in them, the way they do every time Eddie gives him his undivided attention. “Because you mean it like I’m your best friend and I’m Chris’s favorite babysitter. And I love being those things, but I want more. I – I wanna be an actual family.” “Okay,” Eddie says slowly. “Okay, let’s be an actual family.”

In the aftermath of Red's death, Buck and Eddie find their way together.

where the shadows can’t follow by autumnchills

And what are you two getting up to?” Athena asked. “Did she rope you into this?”

“No,” May said, assertion heavy in her tone. “We’re dismantling the patriarchy.”

“Oh?” Athena raised an eyebrow and shared a look with Bobby.

“Mhm,” May hummed. “One nail at a time.”

—

On his day off, Buck goes over to the Grant-Nash household for lunch. In the evening, Eddie comes over for dinner. Somehow, all of that turns his day into painted nails and unconditional love.

no kingdom to come by waywardrenegades

Family, FaceTime, guilt trips, phone calls, church, heart healthy meals, and learning how to let yourself be happy. Whatever that looks like.

or; when his father experiences a health scare, Eddie flies to El Paso.

i'm begging for you (to take my hand) by sirencalls

Buck hadn’t wanted someone to tell him that he’s in the right, that it’s not his fault. Because everything with Daniel sure as hell feels like it’s his fault. He tells himself that if his genes would have been just a little stronger, if they would have matched just a little better, then maybe his parents would have loved him.

(AKA the breakdown after 4x05 that Buck deserved to have.)

of men and of angels by extasiswings

For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know fully even as also I was fully known. - 1 Corinthians 13:12

Eddie Diaz learns a lot as a kid.

Boys aren’t soft.

Boys don’t cry.

Boys don’t kiss boys.

As he gets older, he realizes that everything has exceptions. Boys can be soft sometimes. Boys can cry sometimes. And some boys kiss other boys.

But Eddie likes kissing girls. And since he likes kissing girls, that’s the end of the story.

Isn’t it?

[Or: the one with all the repression]

a rush, a glance, a touch (that sends you reeling) by melancholicslaughter

Someone’s definitely gonna see… you sure you wanna do it here?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fine,” Eddie said dismissively, hands already roaming up Buck’s arm to his chest, lightly dragging blunt nails across pectoral muscles clothed in the dark cotton work shirt, the motion reminiscent of clawing, desperate and primal. “Besides, I need you… right now,” he whispered, voice low and suggestive.

And despite all of the red flags, the obvious warnings lining the road to the ambulance doors, Buck grinned back at Eddie, bit his lip, and opened the door. “After you.”

---

The one where Buck and Eddie hook up around the firehouse and think they're going to get away with it, but don't (featuring Hen and Chim being iconic).

Coming Out

waiting to welcome you home by elisela

Even if Eddie hadn’t thought he was the most attractive man he’s ever seen, how was he not supposed to fall in love with someone like Buck?

you can shake the world by autumnchills

Alternatively, 5 times Buck gives a special post-it note to someone in the station and 1 time someone gives one to him.

Dear Maddie by holyfudgemonkeys

Maddie fears the worst when Buck's letters and postcards stop coming.

Six months later, another turns up.

Blueberry Math by middyblue

In which Buck shows up on Athena's doorstep in the middle of the night again, eats some blueberry pie, and comes out.

without losing a piece of me (how do i get to heaven?) by wafflesofdoom

eddie diaz had been baptised at six weeks old, born into a devout catholic family - the kind that went to mass every sunday, and enrolled in sunday school. it had defined his childhood and in so many ways it defined the adult he'd grown to become and maybe that had been the root of the problem, all along.

(he wasn't gay. no - of course he wasn't. he'd have known - wouldn't he?)

- or, eddie comes out. with a side serving of good old fashioned catholic guilt, pining, and hard conversations.

i just wanna tell you how i'm feeling by probieravi

Buck thrusts his phone into Eddie’s hand, opened to their text thread, and—oh. It’s a picture that Ravi sent him that Eddie obviously sent to Buck immediately, because it was—actually, he doesn’t really know why he sent it to Buck. Ravi sends him random shit like that all the time, from memes to TikToks, and usually, Eddie just reacts to the messages with a laugh or a thumbs up and leaves it at that.

But Frank’s been telling him to express himself without words, since Eddie is, according to Frank, emotionally constipated sometimes, and so—he just sent it without thinking.

Eddie glances at the picture, mouth quirking a little in the corner.

“It’s a meme,” Eddie says, raising an eyebrow at Buck. “I know you know what that is. You’re the one who taught me what they were.”

or, healing through shitty memes sure is cathartic.

the stars shine for the two of us by lecornergirl

“So you hate kissing booths then?” Hen asks, fixing him with a curious glance that darts to Buck and back so fast he thinks he might be imagining it.

Not exactly. But there’s a reason he doesn’t want to do the kissing booth, and it’s not a reason he’s about to say out loud to his entire team. So he jumps on it.

“Yeah,” he says. “I just think—kissing should be for a reason, you know?” Which isn’t even untrue.

“Cute,” Chimney says. “I always knew you were a romantic.”

“Is raising money for charity not enough of a reason for you?” Hen asks.

“I just—” Eddie says and chances a look at Buck, hoping no one catches it. Buck’s face is impassive, revealing nothing, but Eddie’s pretty sure Buck hasn’t looked his way since he said the words kissing booth.

So that’s something.

an unplanned proclamation by autumnchills

Buck isn’t always one for planning. If it involves others or things outside of his expertise, he will, but otherwise, he’s always been a wing it sort of a guy— and he’s good at it. He’s always prided himself on that. He was the friend that people looked to for an adventure— it’d never been a bad thing. He just hopes that this specific unplanned thing plays out in his favor.

See, Buck didn’t wake up with the plan to come out to all of his friends today, and yet here he was doing it anyway.

we'll survive, cause parents ain't always right by squidded

His accomplishments aren't something to be shrugged off; he's a decorated veteran, he's a good father, he's a good brother, he's a good firefighter and if the encouragement is anything to go by, he's a great partner.

But that's the crux of it.

He wants to be a good son too. He wants his parents to be proud, to approve, he wants them to smile and clap his shoulders and say well done. It's not that he doesn't think he's doing a good job, he knows he is, it's just that he wants them to see it too, to tell him they see it.

--- Therapy has helped Eddie come to certain understandings within his life. It's time to inform his parents.

Hopeless Times Call For Rainbow Sprinkles by znks

"Buck didn’t look Eddie in the eye as he slipped out of the room, just in case he accidentally blurted something out like ‘hey, by the way, your son somehow knows I’m in love with you and he’s dropping some heavy hints that he’s chill with it’.

Christopher kept coming back from the library with rainbow books, he’d added kids’ movies with same-sex parents to their queue, and he’d looked Buck right in the eye when he’d picked a balloon that said ‘pride’ on it at a fair."

Or, Christopher has run out of goddamn patience so he's taking matters into his own hands.

call me by your name by ipretendtobesane

5 times someone calls buck 'diaz' not knowing he was married and the 1 time they call eddie 'diaz' too

Finally found it right here by justhockey

He just wants to sleep. But then Eddie is placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and shaking.

“Buck, what did you just say?”

Buck huffs out a sigh. “I said Maddie is in lab-“

Oh fuck.

you're on the tip of my tongue by winteryknights

aka 4 times Buck and Eddie try to tell their friends about their relationship + 1 time they all figure it out on their own

The Doctor is In by stellarmeadow

Eddie took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before he said, “Okay, maybe it’s my brain that’s too loud for me to sleep.”

“So what’s rattling around in there?”

“How did you—” Eddie closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. “No, when—I mean…did you always know you were gay?” he got out at last.

Gay

give me five more minutes, baby (i'm not finished loving you) by lecornergirl

This is a mistake. Buck has made a giant fucking mistake, because he’s kind of catastrophically in love with his best friend—who, apparently, wants someone else—and now he’s about to spend an entire day with him looking like that and pretending to be his boyfriend.

He barely survived Eddie calling him hot, patronising and obviously joking as it was. He doesn’t know how he’s going to get through the wedding ceremony, and the reception, and another night in the same bed lying so close yet so far away. He’d woken this morning with his arm draped across Eddie’s waist, nose pressed against Eddie’s shoulder—they’d fallen asleep facing away from each other but come together in the night regardless, and there’s something poetic about it that Buck can’t think about too hard or the words stuck in his throat might spill out.

burned, about to burn, still on fire by charliesarrows

Buck is tired of chasing after people who don't want him. Eddie is tired of wanting what he's too afraid to chase.

said i couldn't stay, but it's different now by hattalove

“I think,” he says, watching Karen pull Hen out onto the dance floor, their eyes never leaving each other’s, “I think I’m just—sad.”

Maybe. That feels like a close enough word to describe this gaping maw right in the center of his chest. It’s only really there sometimes, taking little bites out of him, easy enough to ignore, but today is worse.

“About being single at a wedding,” Eddie says, not a question.

Buck shrugs. “Sounds stupid when you put it that way.”

or, the one with the four weddings (feat. a drunk karen wilson, shania twain, a single cheerio, and some confessions over cubed fruit).

the stars shine for the two of us by lecornergirl

“So you hate kissing booths then?” Hen asks, fixing him with a curious glance that darts to Buck and back so fast he thinks he might be imagining it.

Not exactly. But there’s a reason he doesn’t want to do the kissing booth, and it’s not a reason he’s about to say out loud to his entire team. So he jumps on it.

“Yeah,” he says. “I just think—kissing should be for a reason, you know?” Which isn’t even untrue.

“Cute,” Chimney says. “I always knew you were a romantic.”

“Is raising money for charity not enough of a reason for you?” Hen asks.

So that’s something.

why don't you move into me by thoughtsickles

Eddie’s mistake is bemoaning the state of his house, how now he can’t even do the dishes or anything. He glances at Buck and catches a fervent sort of expression. The expression Buck wears when he’s about to jump into a burning window. Eddie doesn’t need Buck to save him, not from this.

He fears he doesn’t really have a choice.

Eddie injures his arm, Buck helps him out.

what my heart used to dream of by soyxunxperdedor

Two weeks to the day that Eddie returns from Texas, Buck shows up on his doorstep with a duffel bag and a nervous smile.

“Why did you knock?” Eddie asks suspiciously.

“Because letting myself in with my key feels a bit presumptuous when I’m here to ask if I can crash on your couch for an indeterminate amount of time.”

Eddie bites back the gut instinct to say as if you have to ask. “Of course you can. Why, though?” He adds as he steps aside.

Buck heaves a world weary sigh as he drops his bag next to the couch and then plops down on the cushions.

“Taylor and I broke up.”

(when it's you and i) i'm always home by lecornergirl

Eddie lets his hands slip lower until they’re under Buck’s waistband, just resting against the warm skin of his lower stomach. If he spread his fingers, his pinky would just reach the crease of his thigh. “I have an idea,” he breathes against Buck’s skin, against the spot just behind his ear.

“I’m in,” Buck says immediately, turning his head to press his lips to Eddie’s jaw.

“You don’t even know what my idea is.”

“Pretty sure I’m gonna be into it.”

“Oh, good,” Eddie says, pulling his hands free and taking a step back. “There’s so much laundry to fold.”

lucky just to linger in your light by hattalove

“And it always—I always get all red and stupid when he smiles that way—”

“I'm aware,” Hen cuts in.

“And I just had all these feelings. I had to tell someone, and I can't tell Buck or Chris, and I want you to actually stay my friend, so.”

“So you told the biggest newspaper in the country.”

Eddie sighs. “Second biggest,” he says, one of the many things Buck has taught him over the years. “But that's—yeah. That's definitely a thing I did.”

in which eddie accidentally waxes poetic about buck to the new york times.

never know what you might find (when dreams come true) by lecornergirl

“Fuck, it’s so stupid,” Eddie says. “It’s embarrassing. I mean, I had one dream about the guy—okay, two dreams, whatever—and now I’m, fucking, tripping over my own feet and knocking things over, and like, my pulse is racing and my mouth goes all dry and—”

“And you’re sure you’re not attracted to him?” Frank asks.

“I—uh. Maybe?” Eddie says, and feels a little like the floor is, actually, opening up and tipping him into free-fall. Because the things he’s just described… they don’t not sound like attraction, if he thinks about it.

“What the fuck,” he says. “Am I—Frank. Am I gay?”

Non-binary/Gender Related

I Feel Pretty by rebeccaofsbfarm

After Buck's curiosity is piqued when Eddie screenshots one of his snaps, he enlists Maddie to help him feel *pretty* for Eddie. When she's finished with him, he's surprised by how comfortable he feels in the gray area of gender expression.

Let your heart bloom by secondhandsunlight

Buck’s just out shopping for some new t-shirts when he sees it. It pulls to the surface a piece of himself he’d pushed so far back in his mind he had forgotten about it. The fabric is soft underneath his fingers, and he’s struck with a want he hasn’t felt in years. It’s so strong it almost knocks the breath out of him.

princesa chronicles by eddiegirl

Buck feels… pretty.

He likes feeling pretty. He’s just worried maybe Eddie will think he’s weird for it, that maybe Eddie won’t be attracted to him any longer.

Pride Related

LA Pride by natural_singularity

Every year, the LAFD is invited to join the Los Angeles Pride Parade in West Hollywood. And every year, the LAFD asks stations to volunteer to represent the department, and they choose a station at random. The 118 has volunteered every year since Bobby was made captain, but has never been selected. This year is different.

waiting to welcome you home by elisela

Even if Eddie hadn’t thought he was the most attractive man he’s ever seen, how was he not supposed to fall in love with someone like Buck?

Coming Through the Fog by matan4il

But Pride isn’t an event for Buck.

i realised, ain't gotta hide this heart of mine by prettyboybuckley

Eddie has never been to pride before.

He's never had the guts to go, not even as an ally. He knows that Buck has been going with Hen and Karen ever since he joined the department and that two years ago Maddie and Chim also joined. Actually, he's pretty sure that May also went last year.

But over the past year Eddie has done some self-discovery.

OR: Eddie comes out - even if he hasn't quite figured everything out - goes to pride and gets his man

Queer

i just wanna tell you how i'm feeling by probieravi

But Frank’s been telling him to express himself without words, since Eddie is, according to Frank, emotionally constipated sometimes, and so—he just sent it without thinking.

Eddie glances at the picture, mouth quirking a little in the corner.

“It’s a meme,” Eddie says, raising an eyebrow at Buck. “I know you know what that is. You’re the one who taught me what they were.”

or, healing through shitty memes sure is cathartic.

Trans

When You Find a Name by aroofstories

Evan took another deep breath and then just said, "Could you please call me Evan? At least when our parents aren’t around."

"Sure?" Maddie said, but it came out sounding like a question. "But why?"

Evan sat up at that and turned his gaze to the floor, not able to look at his sister as he said in a small voice, "Because I’m a boy."

"Oh," Maddie said, taking a moment to think about it. Then she pulled Evan into a hug and said, "Okay, Evan."

Evan sighed in relief and let the hug comfort him.

OR 5 times Buck asked to be called Evan after joining the 118 plus 1 time he got a new name.

exhale by transbuck

Now, Buck had wanted to see his sister again, but he never wanted the first time he sees her in three years to be when they're both completely naked. To be fair to himself, though, he had literally no reason to think that the woman in his shower was anyone but his estranged girlfriend.

Focus by transboysora

The reasoning behind the intensity is just under his tongue now, lingers unendingly beneath the skin of his hands like an itch he just can't scratch. Constant as his own shadow.

And dear god, is Eddie the sun.

Honey on the Vine by sirencalls

Buck wakes up to an Eddie with stubble for the first time in months and refuses to let a good opportunity to go waste.

Signo de los Tiempos by EtoileGarden

He’d had low grade nausea all morning, but had powered through it anyway, going for a jog, drinking a smooth, showering, dressing, heading to work. When he’d stepped into the station and smelled bacon cooking up in the loft upstairs - Bobby already hard at work on making breakfast for the shift - Buck’s brain had done a little complicated maneuver in which it attempted to tell him something like, mm bacon, but instead had tripped him up with an alert warning that he was about to evacuate his smoothie from his stomach.

#buddie #Eddie diaz #Evan buckley #buckeddie #911 #911 on fox #911 fic #fic rec

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