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mvltisstuff · 11 months

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Hi 😊

I love all your fics!!!! Wondering if I could please request imagine Evan Buckley (911) shy girlfriend reader and both your infant son is a mommy boy. Pretty adorable like every single day walking around the station visiting Buck all day just being both his good luck charms. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

love grows (where my rosemary goes) - e.b

summary: request :)

evan buckley x reader

a/n: what a fun little gif of buck, i appreciate the request; this is a short one because i wanted to get is up asap for you <33

walking through the garage at the 118 firehouse, y/n walked in with her son on her hip, spying out for buck. he had asked them to come stop by before she had to go to work since he wasn’t able to spend as much time with them last night.

they were his favorite people in the world. he was a whole new version of himself and y/n was the reason for it. she gave him the gift of real, permanent love, as well as a son to go along with it. he feels nothing but radiant joy when they come around, and it is so obvious to everyone when y/n and their little boy walk into the room.

y/n meshed in well, being the complete opposite of buck. buck isn’t afraid to show himself off to impress people, but y/n politely keeps to herself a lot of the time. new people made her nervous sometimes, so buck never really pushed. he let her take her time and didn’t force her to do anything she was uncomfortable with. when she finally met them, she realized they were such a comforting group of people. y/n adored the 118 as much as she would be quiet. buck had told them she was a shy soul, so they tried their best not to come off too excited when they finally met the girl.

roaming through the firehouse, trying to point out buck with her child, y/n practiced what to say in her head if someone spoke to her. that was a common theme for her, always thinking before she spoke and buck secretly loved that about her. it was an anxiety response, but it taught him an important lesson, too.

buck peeked himself over to top of the balcony, waving to y/n and calling her to come upstairs. normally, the 118 bombards people who come in to say hello, but they keep calm around y/n to not freak her out. “hey, bud!” he says, taking the boy out of y/n’s arms while giving her a kiss. “hi, honey. you headed to work?”

“yeah, i get off a little early today so i’ll be home with him for a bit,” she replies.

“i’m sorry we didn’t get a lot of time together yesterday. it was a wicked long day.”

“don’t worry about it. you’re being a hero, don’t apologize for it,” she reassures. eddie and hen came into the room, greeting their son and y/n before going off the polish the engines and organize the ambulance compartments.

buck needed to see them before he went to work. he felt out of place if not, always receiving a pick me up from y/n’s voice and smile. the man buck had grown into had been all of y/n’s. she was a radiant inspiration to him, all of the time. they’d dated for a while, then she got pregnant, and buck always wants more. he thought about the small box in his locker, for safe keeping here at the station. buck was ready to be a true family. he wanted to finally put that shining diamond on his charm, now that he has two of them.

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #athena grant #henrietta wilson #evan buck buckley x reader #evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckely #evan buckley x y/n #evan buckley one shot #evan buckley fanfiction #maddie buckley #chimney han #911 chimney #may grant

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thatoneyanderewriter · 5 months

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ghostface!coriolanus snow

tw: dark themes, possessive behavior, coryo is insane, so in character lolz, implied murder and stalking, blood, lmk if there is more.

I might explore this au a bit more but I’d like to hear from you guys.

“Lucy Gray, what are you doing? You ask your sister. “Going out, just for singing and stuff, you know how it is, She kindly replied.”You can come too.”

“I know a liar when I see one, you’re going to a party tonight, aren’t you? You smirk. “Maybe, but I do plan on singing, music wise, Lucy Gray laughed.”Again, you can come.”

“Nah, it’s fine, Alcohol and I don’t work together well, and parties aren’t my thing, You politely decline. It was true. And your parents wouldn’t be home for another week or so. Business and all that. You had cousins, Maude Ivory and Barb Azure, but they lived a bit further from you.

Lucy Gray was always the life of the party. She had more friends than you, was a straight A Student. You were jealous happy for her.

“Well, you know the rules, don’t tell, bye! she said, and leaves. she wasn’t always honest with you, but at least she was right now, and able to trust you with that information.

you made some popcorn after dinner, with soda of course. this town was quite peaceful, and up until last year, there hadn’t been much crime. that was, until a murder happened.

ever since then, things had been paranoid. everyone and everywhere. but overall, the town hadn’t changed other than that. In the midst of the movie, you get a call. “I swear to fucking god… You begin, then pick up.”Hello? Who is this?”

“Is Lucy Gray home?”

You sigh, always for your sister. You knew people but were mostly invisible.

“No, I can take a message for her though.”

“Okay.”

“So, what’s the message? You ask, suspiciously.

“Just a friend from school, asking about the project she agreed to be partners on. Gave me the number for the project. Uh, you know when she’ll be home?”

“No, sorry, I’ll tell her though, bye!”

“Wait-“

You sigh, unpausing your movie when only a few seconds later, the phone rings again. You groan, but pick up anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hello.”

“I thought you were leaving a message for my sister, shouldn’t you call back later?”

“Yeah, but you’re much more interesting to talk to.”

“I’m flattered, you say sarcastically.”Listen, there’s not much to talk about. I’m-“

“watching a movie?”

“how did you know that?”

“lucky guess.”

freaked out, you hung up and locked every door. someone must be watching you. closing every curtain, you tried your very best, you really did. you’ve watched scream a million times, you know how to play smart. or so you thought.

the moment you heard footsteps you grab a knife from your kitchen, stepping forward but back with hesitancy. this better not be ghostface, you think. but just your luck.

suddenly, ghostface appears, knife in hand and blood on the mask, it was hard to tell on the actual costume. that’s when you bolt, and run as fast as you can while dialing 911, until your wrist is grabbed and your phone drops, surprisingly not breaking.

ghostface turns you around with the knife in hand. he’s found you, you’ve lost, and you’re about to be dead.

“I do love a good chase.”

despite the voice modulator, you could visibly recognize it a little, the voice. but you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping your demise comes faster if you do.

suddenly, you hear a laugh. and that’s when you know for certain who is ghostface. “coryo? you whisper, with a tone of relief and fear.

“that’s right, doll.”

you open your eyes, that nickname was once sweet, maybe even attractive when he said it, but now it made you feel sick. “why would you kill people? you said.

taking it off of him, he holds your face in his hands.”had to make sure they knew who you belonged to, that’s all.”

#drabble #ghostface au #coriolanus snow x reader #modern!au #scream au

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satellite-evans · 2 years

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Back to You

Pairing: Chris Evans x wife!reader

Summary: "Souls tend to go back to who feels like home."

Word count: 1.716 words

Warnings: Fluffff, description of anxiety ( Chris has anxiety) Let me know if I forgot something!

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope everyone is doing well. I saw Chris yesterday at the MTV award and how he didn't want to be there lmao so I wrote something about it. Hope you all love it <3

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any grammar mistakes. Requests and feedback are always welcome xxx

This is an 18+ Blog. I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Those were the only words that were going through Chris’ head right now. He couldn’t shake this feeling that he was too familiar with. He knew it all too well.

Anxiety.

No matter how old he was, or how many awards shows he went to, anxiety crept up his body and made him shake like a maniac. It felt like his whole body was on fire and no ocean in the world could put it out. He felt sweaty, like he ran 5 miles. But he was standing in the same place for 7 minutes. The way his heart was beating so fast felt so unhealthy to him, that he wanted to call 911 twice since he came to the awards show. But he couldn’t.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Chris asked himself the question why he came to these events all the time, but every question had the same answer : “Because you’re an actor, you meatball. You have to do this.”

It wasn’t the fan interactions he didn’t enjoy. No, those were his favorites, actually. It was the reporters and the news that came out the day after that freaked him out. What if he did something wrong? What if he didn’t look good enough? What if they started hating him?

Every what if question that possibly exists was keeping shooting at him while he stood there without protection. But one question kept bugging him constantly.

What if they disrespected you?

That’s where he drew the line. He might me a chicken without a head when it was about him, but for you he was a lion.

Now and then, a reporter ‘tries’ to talk about you with Chris. They tell him it must be hard for him you were not known in the celebrity world.

the truth was, it wasn’t. He actually loved that you were not known. It made Chris feel normal and warm inside. Knowing that he can come home to you, cuddle with you, watching a movie while you tell what happened at the office today. It felt cozy. Like home.

Your presence soothed him without a doubt. Hearing your laugh, seeing your smile. It made him feel comfortable.

Even on your wedding when he was shitting bricks. The moment he saw you, all the noise inside his brain went still. He only could feel his heartbeat in his ears. His heartbeat was so fast, it felt so unhealthy. But Chris didn’t want to call 911. Because if he died at that moment, he knew he would die as a lucky man.

He honestly wished you were with him right now, while he was repeating his most important script in his head.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

He could hear the crowd cheering and screaming at whatever they saw. Chris didn’t want to hear that. The only thing that he wanted to hear right now was your voice. Your sweet, angelic voice that was better cure than any medicine that he ever took in his life. You solved every problem that he had like it was an easy math problem for children. God, he needed you so badly right now. If he had the chance, he would race home and cuddle you. But he can't. He made a promise. He has to do it.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“Okay Chris, here’s your microphone and the card where that says the winner on it, you’ll be on after they show a trailer for the Lightyear movie, alright?” He simply nodded, taking the microphone and the card from the man, waiting for his time to ‘shine’. While his eyes were on the screen, he wasn’t actually watching his trailer. He was thinking about you just before he left his LA apartment. You were on the couch, wearing his Patriots hoodie, cuddling with dodger. He kissed you on the lips a couple of times. He remembers you saying that you loved him so much. He still remembers that he felt a teardrop on his cheek. He felt so lucky at that moment that you were his wife.

“Okay, Chris, you’re on!”

With the courage that was left in his body, he walked on the stage, seeing hundreds of people cheering, screaming and clapping for him. He felt his cheeks getting warmer and smiled at the love he was getting.

“Wow, that was a fun entrance. I’m honoured and excited to share all new sides of Buzz Lightyear that I know you’re all gonna love as much as I do. Movies have the power to capture our hearts. Bringing us unforgettable characters that stay with us our entire lives. They give us heroes to cheer for and inspire us the find the hero within ourselves. Here are the nominees for best movie.”

After his speech, he took a deep breath, thanking God that he didn’t mess up and that everything went smoothly so far. He watched on the screen every movie that was nominated and hoped that one day that one of his movies would be nominated too. But that was good to be true for Chris.

“And the golden popcorn goes to…”

He opened the card and saw SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME written on it. He was very glad that a Marvel movie won the best movie and kept in mind to send Tom Holland a text.

“Spider man No way Home!” he said with a big smile while the crowd were screaming as loud as they could. Tom appeared on the big screen, thanking everyone while Chris looked at him proudly, seeing how much he grew as an actor. After he presented the award, he went backstage and asked his manager to give his phone back, checking if you sent a message. And just like he thought, there was a new message on his phone.

Y/N💙 :

Just watched you present the award, honey. You couldn't look more handsome. I’m genuinely proud of you! I can’t wait to see you win of those bad boys yourself. And don’t say that it’s too good to be true, honey, because you are an outstanding actor. You know you are. I love you so much. You don’t have to come directly home, you can stay at the after party ( if there is one lmao) Dodger and I will be fine. Enjoy honey, you deserve it. love you 🤍🤍🤍

Chris felt his eyes watering at your words. How were you so nice all the time? There was one place in the world where he wanted to be right now. Next to you. He didn’t care about the stupid after party or getting drunk. He only cared about you. His home.

“Nick, I’m going back to Y/N. My job is done here, okay? See you later.”

His manager was shocked hearing that he won’t attend the after party.

“You sure, man? I mean, yeah, your job is done, but we can hit the after party together. I can introduce you to some people, maybe.”

“Nah man, I would rather go home.”

So that’s what he did. After saying goodbye to his manager and some friends he saw, he stepped into his car and raced home. He drove back to you.

When he entered his apartment, he saw you eating a pizza while watching the Incredibles.

“Couldn’t control those pregnancy cravings, could ya honey?”

When you turned to look at him, he saw that there was sauce all over your chin and man that made him laugh. You never looked cuter in his eyes.

“Hey, don’t talk like you don’t know your own daughter. The girl loves to eat pizza at midnight. Speaking of, honey, what are you doing here? It thought you were staying at the after party since you didn’t answer my message back.”

He sat next to you and licked all the sauce off your chin, making you giggle.

“Nah, I would rather come back to you. And my baby girl who loves to eat pizza at midnight. Plus, I’m too old for partying now. I’m at the age where I watch Disney movies while my wife shares her pizza with me.” After hearing him say that, you took the pizza box from the coffee table away from Chris.

“I don’t recall me saying that I would share with you, honey. You can order your own pizza. This is mine.”

“Really? I thought it was my daughter’s.”

You looked at him, seeing how much he was enjoying the conversation.

“ Well, yeah, but she is inside my belly, isn’t she? So I have to eat the pizza for her. I’m performing a service for your daughter here. You should be thankful.”

He was. He was so thankful that you were his wife and the mother of his child. Never in a million years would Chris think he was lucky enough to find his soulmate. But he was, and he found that soulmate in you. No matter where he goes, he would always come back, to you.

“I am thankful honey, always.”

You felt bad that you didn’t share your pizza with him, so you offered a piece.

“Honey, no, I was just kidding. You and our baby can enjoy the pizza. I just want to enjoy watching this movie while I cuddle you.”

Seeing that he was serious, you put the pizza box back on the coffee table and snuggled close to Chris. You hugged him while he put an arm around you. You took his other hand and put in on your swollen belly, stroking it with him together.

“We love you so much, Chris.” Without taking your eyes off the screen, you said those words to him with much adoration in your voice. Chris smelled your hair, put his head on yours and kept rubbing your belly.

“I love you both so much Y/N, you do not even know. You guys are my everything. The only place I want to stay at. My home.”

#chris evans imagine #chris evans #cevans #fluff #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans characters #hande ercel #hande ercel fc #chris evans fic #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans character x reader #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans drabble #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x pregnant!reader

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yourheartonfire · 1 year

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Any other day, hiding an injury they’d picked up from their nighttime cape work wouldn’t have been a problem. The hero would’ve been in orchestra or robotics lab or study hall and they could muscle through those no problem. But it was Thursday, and that meant it was fencing club.

Any other teacher and it would’ve been fine. The hero could have begged off on a stomachache or other conveniently invisible illness and the coach would’ve shrugged and let them sit on the sidelines doing homework. But today both coach and assistant coach were out, so it fell to the team captain to run practice. And the current team captain had hated hero’s guts since they were in fifth grade.

“C’mon, lazy bones, you’ve been dragging through warm-ups even more than normal,” the hero’s longtime rival drawled, flicking their sabre eagerly as they stepped up on the piste. “You’re up first. En garde.”

“We’re supposed to be doing footwork drills today,” one of hero’s friends protested.

The team captain arched an eyebrow. “You’d really rather do drills than bout? Maybe start with a few more laps?” they asked the rest of the team. There was some muttering and sideways looks. Nobody would rather do footwork, but hero knew from the worried looks in their direction that they were not carrying this off convincingly.

Well, maybe they could work with that. If the hero threw up all over the piste the rival would have to let them go to the nurse. If they timed it right, maybe they could hit the rival too.

“It’s fine,” the hero said, hoisting themselves up with a wince. They did not favor their leg as they walked up, took their stance, riding the waves of pain like they always did. And, yeah, maybe they’d never taken a wound quite as bad as the long shallow cut over their thigh, patched together in the bathroom with medical tape and superglue, but they could handle this. They always handled it.

As they saluted the team captain, something shifted in their old rival’s expression. A moment of uncertainty, a harder head-to-toe scan. But then the moment was gone and their rival gave them a smirk only a shade less smug than normal before sliding their mask down.

The hero attacked first. Their rival loved to bait them into counter-time errors, force them on the defensive, but today the hero just didn’t care. They went for it with an aggression that raised an “oooOOOHhhh!” from the rest of the team. Press, press, press, press. Their sabre seemed to move on its own through the rising red haze, and the hero watched in fascination as their rival’s weapon rose to catch it in a bind, flicked it aside -

- and then the hero felt something across their right thigh go rrrrrrrrrrip.

There was a terrible flash of blackness. And the next thing the hero knew, their rival was holding them up, both of them staring down at the growing red patch across the hero’s leg.

“You?” their rival rasped behind their mask.

The hero tried to speak and could only heave. Their team captain shot a glance to their teammates - then dropped the hero, letting their sabre run along the leg.

Later, much later, after they’d gotten home from the hospital, the hero got the story from their friends on the team. How they’d stumbled and the team captain had sliced them by accident, how the team captain had swiftly applied first aid and organized the 911 call, how they’d apologized to everyone from the paramedics to the school headmaster and offered to resign their captainship, how disciplinary action may be pending. But no one could explain how a practice sabre could have gone right into their leg like that...

The hero shrugged, assuring their friends it must have been a freak accident. All the while their stomach churned.

Their rival’s voice as they’d gasped out that ‘you’. And the way they’d sliced the hero’s pants leg almost perfectly across the original cut. As if they’d known exactly how last night’s villain had drawn their wicked sharp knife along the hero’s leg.

The next night the hero was back out on the rooftops. The villain was waiting for them, with a nasty smile and a longer blade. “You,” they purred, and the hero’s heart skipped a beat.

#my fiction #heroxvillain #hero x villain #teen hero x teen villain #teen heroes #hero is really overscheduled #should definitely quit something #100 #300

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thegoldheartlocketandkey-blog · 2 months

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911 Spoilers Season 4: You’ve been warned. 😅 Buddie Rewatch

Episodes 1-3

Episode 1: The New Abnormal

Chimney and Maddie are having a video call. Chim is at Bucks because of Covid.

Buck mentions how Hen and Eddie have gone back to their places months ago, and that he’s the only one still freaking out.

The fact that we miss Eddie and Buck being room mates was kind of a downer. I will say the fanfiction writers really went off with this plot device. Because Eddie and Buck would share a bed, while Hen and Chim sleep on mattresses down stairs. It just makes sense.

Buck has a “covid crush,” he’s apparently been talking to a woman for hours at a time on video call. Buck denies the allegations and goes to take a shower to get ready for work.

Mini earth quake happens, Chim and Hen try to gage how strong it was, Hen guessing a 4. Eddie walking in and calling it a dud a rating it a 3. Eddie walks over to the fire truck, where Buck is leaning against the truck, looking at his phone tracking the microquakes.

Eddie leans against the truck and puts his hand on his hip and listens to Buck talk about the microquakes.

Bus in the skyscraper: As the 118 gets to the location of the incident, we get an overhead look of them looking up at the bus. Eddie and Buck stand barely a foot apart behind, Chimney, Hen and Bobby.

The 118 take the elevator. Bobby is in the middle in-between Hen and Chim. Eddie and Buck behind them. Eddie with his hands held together Infront of him. Buck looking thru his phone.

Buck researching the how much water the Hollywood reservoir holds and asking where all that water will go.

Although I truly believe Buck would have looked up that information eventually for his own knowledge, I really do believe he was looking it up at that moment because he was thinking about the tsunami. He was worried they could face similar scenarios.

Eddie looks Buck up and down as he asks the question. Hen responds with the water goes out to sea.

Elevator door opens, masks go on. Continuity error occurs as the screen pans to the accident than back on to the elevator, both Eddie and Buck are the only ones not wear the masks. As Bobby, Chim, and Hen step off the elevator.

Eddie and Buck remain in the elevator. Eddie readjusts himself and says, “At least it is not a tsunami”, Buck looks over at him with a glare. They look at each other as the elevator door closes in front of them.

Buck and Eddie are on the building’s roof. Buck clipping himself into a harness as Eddie sets up the rig. Buck prepares to descend.

Eddie advises that Buck is about to touch down and coordinating that he will send down the webbing to secure the Bus.

Buck lands on the bus, causing it to shift a little. He notes that the bus is using alternative energy. He starts to go around the bus a securing it when he finds a person under the bus.

Buck attempting to help Chim pull out the injured man, but the space being too tight for even a back board to squeeze in.

Eddie hesitating/not fully comprehending Bobby’s orders to destabilize the bus that was just stabilized.

Buck applying a second torniquet on to man with a bleeding leg.

Buck grabbing the gurney as Eddie is undoing all his previous work.

Bobby instructing Eddie to get ready to readjust the bus, Eddie asking if everyone is off the bus. Buck repeating to Bobby that he needs to get off the bus.

Buck calling out for Cap as Bobby is trying to comfort CJ.

Buck and Chimney pulling out the body.

Eddie restabilizing the bus, Eddie noticing that the bus is leaking fuel. Eddie asks Buck over the radio if everyone is off the bus.

Buck running towards the bus screaming for cap. There is an explosion on the bus that cause Buck to throw him self out into safety. Buck worryingly jumps onto the bus and finds Booby and CJ safely on the ground of the bus.

Episode 2: Alone Together

Eddie walking over and asking if they should be worried about more of the hill going down. Chim and Buck following close behind him. Buck standing about two feet away from him. Chimney is standing in between them as they look up at the Hollywood sign. Eddie with his signature hands on his hips. Buck giving seriousness with the way we only see his eyes, it’s fierce.

Bobby, Hen, and Eddie are to go up towards the Hollywood sign and Chim and Buck stay on the ground to help search and rescue.

This is the season when I noticed the writers push having Buck and Eddie being separated. It’s not too bad, at least compared to season 5 and 6. The one good thing about separating them a bit is we get to see their individual relationships with the other members of the 118. Separating Buck and Eddie, starts off very subtle, but it’ll randomly hit and I’m trying to pin point when the showrunner got sick of Buddie shippers.

Buck and Chimney patrolling calling out for survivors. They find a dead body, mark it and keep moving. They hear a baby cry and find a baby monitor, but no baby. Buck’s eyes go a little wide with concern.

Bobby, Hen, and Eddie hike up to the Hollywood sign. Eddie noting that to get to the victims they need plywood to get to them.

Chim and Buck talk about how Chimney is going to be a father. Chimney is doubting himself; Buck is telling him that he is over thinking it. While they try to figure out where the baby is, Buck comes up with the idea of following the direction the monitor starts to experience signal interference to find the baby.

Chimney going worse case scenario, but Buck trying to find reasonable explanations. Buck tells Chim he has to stop worrying and being afraid of the world and actually move in with his sister Maddie. Repeating that he’ll be a great dad as they find the house, they think the baby is in.

Eddie and a random firefighter placing down plywood as Hen assesses the man in mud.

Eddie trying to reassure the guy in the mud by telling him he’s not going to die.

Eddie looking around silently judging the three roommates as they argue. Eddie then telling Dylan he can’t drown in quicksand, but if he continues to struggle the worse it will be.

Eddie offering other solutions to get him out, but they would not work in this scenario.

Eddie cutting up the H to help get the guy unstuck. Hen being left alone to hear the love confession. Bobby and Eddie making there way back over with the ladder they cut off. As they are trying to get the ladder situated, they witness the love confession from the girl.

I think Eddie had a stand in this scene. I was hoping to see his face to gage the reaction, but we never got it. The scenes are also pieced together in way that Eddie has a lot of stand-alone shots. This could have been because of covid protocols or just scheduling conflicts.

We do see Eddie reacting the roommate threaten his friend, which was him looking over at Bobby.

Buck lowering Chim down a chimney to rescue the crying baby. Chim located a dead older woman and then an infant in a bassinet. Buck being relieved and happy at the news of the baby being alive.

Chim finding a room full of pregnant woman, one of which is in active labor, Chim calls for reinforcements.

Buck harnessing himself, preparing to go down and help Chim rescue the woman. Eddie handing him an axe and lowering him down.

Buck escorting the other pregnant woman out as Chim handles the delivery.

Eddie and Hen guiding the woman who just delivered her baby and baby down to a gurney. Eddie watching as the woman is reunited with one of the other women who was held captive. Buck in the background taking off his harness \ and helmet watching as well.

Eddie asking Chim, how was the practice run. Buck joining in and repeating that Chim will be a great dad to a baby Buckley.

Eddie laying in Christopher’s bed cuddled up to Chris as Carla reads a story over video call. Carla’s story is about people being connected by an invisible string made from love.

Eddie falling asleep in an uncomfortable position and Chris is a sleep.

Albert and Buck reveal they are now roommates. Buck goes off to speak with the mystery girl Maddie mentioned at the start of episode 1. Turns out this mystery girl is his new therapist and he’s starting to accept that he hides his true feelings from others.

Buck hiding his true feelings is nuanced in understanding Buck’s identity. He’s a people pleaser and willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good. Do I think Buck is hiding his true feelings for Eddie, yes yes I do. Am I sane enough to realize that that is only a small part of Buck hiding who he is and how he feels, yes, yes I am.

Episode 3: Future Tense

Smart House: Buck hopping out of the fire engine right into Eddie handing him an axe. They walk together, about 4 feet apart (they have to break covid protocols a little) with Bobby following right behind.

At the door, Bobby rings the doorbell. Buck points out that dispatch stated the victim was unconscious, Eddie is standing right behind him now.

Everyone looking up at the camera, allowing their faces to be unknowingly be scanned and Hildy opening the door for Los Angeles Fire Department.

Hen vocalizing how she’s creeped out about the situation and everyone agreeing with her as the put on their masks.

Eddie and Buck walking in the gurney. Eddie judging the victim for living in a smart home. He doesn’t understand why he would live in a home filled with cameras and microphones. Buck laughing at Eddie and letting him know that if he has a phone, computer, or a smart anything, anyone can already spy on him.

Cut to Eddie making the most adorable concerned face, I’ve ever seen on a grown man. Eddie looking up at the cameras hesitantly.

Eddie vocalizing how he shouldn’t buy that smart coffee maker he’s been seeing advertised to him. Hildy interrupting, by calling Eddie by his name and suggesting coffee makers he can purchase. Eddie looking like a scared puppy as Buck adds fuel to the fire by welcoming him into the future.

Eddie fully understanding what Buck meant by how anyone can spy on you as it is revealed that the ex-girlfriend was spying on the victim.

Buck at Maddie and Chim’s place helping baby proof the apartment, going a little overboard by baby proofing top cabinets. Him justifying that choice because they are having a Buckley who could end up being as wild as he was.

Buck finally telling Maddie and Chim that he doesn’t have a girlfriend, that he has been seeing a therapist to address personal non firefighter aspects of his life. Maddie looking at him concerned.

Buck laying in bed when he hears a knock on his door. Maddie walking in and Buck being confused because he just left her place.

Buck admitting to Maddie that he partially started therapy because of her comment about being sad and lonely.

Buck further admitting that he thought he’d be better after finding closure with Abby, but he was still sad and lonely. Buck admits to having a great life filled with a job he loves and people he loves, but he feels like he can’t trust it.

We learn that Buck feels this way mostly because his parents taught him that the world is an uncertain place and to be wary of trusting it. That’s a pretty messed up life lesson for a parent to teach.

Buck trying to reassure Maddie that he can handle this self-discovery journey alone and that he does not feel like she could help any way, because deep down he always felt like she was sad too.

Christopher and Buck playing video games at Eddie’s house. Christopher is of course winning and Buck playfully accuses him of cheating. Eddie walks over with his hands on his hips and turns off the gaming system.

Buck and Chris being confused and question why Eddie disconnected the game. Eddie explaining, hands still on his hips, that they are taking a break from the internet.

Chris asks how he’s supposed to talk to his friends causing Eddie to freak out about the realization that Chris can talk to real life people on his game. I laughed so hard at Eddie’s facial expression here.

Buck looking up at Eddie a bit concerned, explaining that he was only joking about people spying on him.

Eddie being a bit paranoid is examining a head set and explaining that Buck wasn’t really joking because ever since that smart house rescue has been getting non stop coffee maker ads. Buck chuckling and explaining that that is just targeted advertising and it’s not a big deal.

Christopher is sitting there laughing at his dad whose having an obvious crisis over technology.

Christopher vocalizing his excitement over possibly getting a Hildy, and Eddie quickly shutting that idea down.

Chris than asking Buck if they could go to his place to play video games. Buck looks like he’s considering it, until he looks up at an upset Eddie with his arms crossed. The stance Eddie has in this moment basically screams “I might be being over reacting, but don’t you dare undermine me in front of our child”

Buck apologizing to Chris and explaining that they are going to have to go with out technology for a while. Eddie relaxing and walking away satisfied with that answer. Buck suggesting they play scrabble.

Maddie is on the verge of tears. Chim asks her what is wrong and she reveals she’s concerned about being a bad parent. She states her parents where not bad people, just bad parents.

News of the Texas wild fire plays on the tv at the fire house. (I did pause my rewatch and watch the cross over episode of Lonestar, those notes will be posted with Episode 4 notes). Buck walking up as Chimney is watching the broad cast.

Chimney turns off the tv to ask Buck about his parents and why he doesn’t talk about them. Specifically making a comment about how Chim knows more about Buck’s sex life than his up brining. Buck jokes that it’s because his sex life was interesting, at least it once was, hasn’t been recently.

Chim explaining how Maddie was freaking out about being a bad parent. Buck explains that his parents were never abusive, but they were absent. Physically they where right there, but emotionally, they were a million miles away.

Chim jokingly double checking to make sure Buck isn’t hiding a deep dark family secret, Buck confirming they are just a dysfunctional family and proceeds to welcome him into the family.

Maddie is on the phone with her mom, trying to update her on her pregnancy. Maddie getting defensive over her choice to find out the sex of the baby, implying mom is being judgmental.

Maddie referring to Buck as Evan while speaking to Mom and asking if she’s spoken to him. Maddie revealing that Buck is seeing a therapist. Maddie reacting in a way that implies more judgement.

Maddie wants to admit to Buck that they have been lying to him his entire life.

Goat Yoga: Eddie standing behind Bobby and in front of Hen as they approach victim’s door.

Eddie hands Bobby the battering ram. They open the door and Eddie and Hen are examining the patient. Eddie catching something swimming in her eyes.

Eddie knowing what Goat yoga is and how the goat’s weight is beneficial to holding a plank position. Hen and Bobby look at Eddie questioningly and he explains that Buck isn’t the only one to know weird stuff.

I love how this implies Eddie and Buck hang out so much, that his mannerisms are rubbing off on Eddie and they are just more similar.

Eddie being amused by the patient processing she had worms in her eyes, up until a Hildy starts speaking. He instantly freaks out, gets up from his spot and disconnects the Hildy.

Eddie opening his door to a package, he’s confused but picks it up and brings it over to the living room, passed Chris.

Chris starts to side eye and waits in anticipation, as Eddie starts to open the package. Eddie becoming panicked and tries to process the situation. Chris calls Buck and tells him they got him. Eddie walking over angrily taking the phone from Chris and sarcastically thanking Buck. Buck is leaning on his kitchen counter, with a cocky smirk.

I love that buying your best friend an expensive coffee maker is considered a prank. I love it even more that the calm and cool veteran is the one afraid of a coffee maker.

Maddie reveals to Chim what has been bothering her. We of course do not learn the family secret yet.

Eddie and Buck are packing and getting ready to head out to go to Texas to fight a wild fire. Eddie and Buck are standing pretty much pressed together as Hen explains why she is also going.

I started watching this show in the middle of covid, but I had started watching during the Season 4 mid-season break. I wonder where I’d be now if I never became obsessed with this amazing gay firefighter show. I think right now is the best time for me to address this, but I call 911 the gay firefighter show because of Hen and Karen. I also tend to think about Michael and his relationships, David, being my favorite partner. I of course will be rooting for Buck and Eddie to add more gay representation. Madney and Bathena can remain our token straight relationships.

#buddie #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #buck x eddie #911 spoilers #911 show #christopher diaz #911 fandom #evan buckley #911 on abc #911 #911 rewatch

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A Thousand Years

Synopsis: Zoey brings Jack home for her sister’s wedding.

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Ever since they’d gone public things had surprisingly been pretty quiet. Sure, a couple people here and there would request to follow her on Instagram and everyone at work had freaked out over the news, especially those she was closest to. But overall, life hadn’t changed much, which Zoey greatly appreciated. Now onto another milestone. Her sister Megan was getting married this weekend back in North Carolina and Jack would finally be meeting the entire Mason clan. Literally everyone in her family was going to be there. And if she thought she was nervous about going out with him in LA? She was about a million times more nervous about this.

“You’ve got to relax, everything is going to be fine. I can practically hear you overthinking and it's about to give me a headache.” Jack chuckles from his seat on the plane next to her. “Are you scared your family isn’t going to like me?”

“No.” She sighs, “I’m worried that my family is going to be too much and scare you off. You are meeting my parents and my sisters and my grandparents and this wedding has been in the works for a year so I need everything to go smoothly while also making sure that they don’t embarrass the shit out of me and ruin the best thing in my life.”

Zoey leans her head back on Jack’s arm and huffs out a breath, turning her head to face him. “That’s you by the way.”

He nods and plants a kiss on her that makes her feel like she’s floating. His lips were so soft and the kiss was so delicate it felt as though she was dreaming. But then he pulled away and she opened her eyes with a shy smile to meet those baby blues that always sent her to the moon. “Zo, listen to me. Nothing in this world will be enough to take me away from you. You’re gonna have to pry my frozen dead body off that door like Rose did Jack in Titanic. Do you hear me?”

“Your family is going to be my family one day. I gotta meet ‘em all eventually.” He laced his fingers between hers and kissed the back of her hand. “This weekend is just another step. And there’s nobody else I wanna take these steps with.”

“I love you, Jackman,” she whispers.

“And I love you right back.”

The rapper had to admit there were butterflies in his stomach when they pulled into the driveway. They weren’t real nerves, just like pre-show jitters that he had to swallow before meeting his girlfriend’s parents.

Isaiah Mason was never one to mince words. He hugged his daughter as soon as he opened the door and gave the man next to her a look he’d probably seen too often.

“So he really is white huh? You know when you told me you were dating a rapper I did not think he would be this…pale.”

“Dad!” Zoey shrieks, squeezing his arm. “Jack, please excuse my father. He clearly doesn’t get out much.”

The curly haired man shakes his head and sticks a hand out. “It’s nice to meet you sir.”

“Nice to meet you too, Jheri curl.”

That joke had her mom calling him into the kitchen after she hugged them both.

The next day was just supposed to be about them hanging out but Zoey woke up to a 911 text from her sister. Something about napkins being aquamarine instead of cerulean, or maybe it was the other way around. Either way it sounded like a Zoey problem and therefore it could become a Jack problem. And he knew by the look on her face when she got off the phone that their day was going to be interrupted.

“Jack I’m so sorry this will only take a couple hours I promise.” She sighs, giving him a sad look. “Then I’m all yours for the rest of the day.”

He laughed softly at her guilt and, hoping to diffuse the situation and reduce her steadily increasing stress levels. “Zo it’s fine. Go do your thing, I’m a big boy, I can find something to do.”

“Okay good. Thank you. And just in case you do get bored, the planner in me kind of knew this would happen so I can text you a list of places to visit along with a contact person for each place and you can let them know you’re on your way so you can still have some privacy. The last thing I need is to get on Twitter and see a jack harlow fan account wondering what the hell you’re doing in North Carolina.” Her party planner hat was definitely on. Of course she had a backup plan.

“You’re the best. Now you go take care of what you have to take care of so we can hang out.” He gave her a kiss and smacked her butt on the way out. God she couldn’t wait to get back to him.

Jack had really only ever been to North Carolina in passing. But this opportunity to explore and be on his own really gave him time to decompress. Being with Zoey had always brought him peace, but being in the place that made her into the person she is made him feel that much closer to her. He ate lunch at the spot she suggested and sat in the little cafe for a few hours to write. She texted him during a momentary break and sent her location. He immediately got up and headed her way. It was a tiny toy store, with little gadgets that she knew he would be obsessed with. The Pokemon collectibles that lined the walls almost brought him to tears.

“Baby,” he whispers as soon as he spots her, “this place is cool as fuck. What the hell did you even do here growing up?”

She giggles, wrapping her arm around him in a side hug, in awe of his childlike joy at the simplest things. “This is actually where I took all my exes to get in their pants. Clearly it still works.”

“Very funny…speaking of exes though,” he looked around to make sure they were alone before he continued. “You never really talk about them.”

“Well, there’s really only one that’s worth talking about. He was the first person I ever truly loved, my first relationship and it didn’t even end badly. We still talk and stuff.”

“Do you mind me asking how it ended?” He asked apprehensively.

“I don’t, at all. Um, like I said before he was my first everything and he kind of became my everything? I don’t know. It was a reality check for me to realize that at 19 my entire life revolved around being with my boyfriend or counting down the minutes until I could fly out and go see him. I had no real sense of time and I don’t know. One day I just woke up and couldn’t fathom losing myself in him any longer. I needed to live my life for my damn self and he understood that when I told him we should end things. Our families are still close and we’re on good terms; it just wasn’t meant to be.”

“And I kind of like how things turned out for me anyway.” She ran a hand along his beard, allowing him to place a gentle peck on her lips.

Jack smiles, leaning in for another one. “I don’t like to brag but…I do want to say I think I may have a little something to do with that.” He makes a tiny gesture with his index finger and thumb for emphasis.

Zoey shook her head with a laugh. She grabbed his hand and walked with him out of the store, “Jack baby, you love to brag.”

On the morning of her sister’s wedding, she was wishing there were more than mimosas to drink. After running around all morning like a headless chicken, Zoey was finally in her dress with her hair and makeup done, silently praying that the ceremony would start on time. The only thing keeping you sane was Jack’s reminder to drink water and have a snack. Megan would actually kill her if she passed out because she hadn’t eaten. And even if she didn’t, Zoey was pretty sure she’d just die of embarrassment. All that needed to happen today was to have a good time, hold some flowers, take some bomb pictures, eat and dance the night away.

The ceremony itself was a blur. Her sister looked like a Disney princess and there wasn’t a dry eye in the room during their vows but the reception space looked like it came straight out of The Knot catalog. David Tutera himself would be proud of what she put together. After the speeches, dinner and cutting the cake, the dance floor opened up and Zoey found Jack immediately as “A Thousand Years” began to play.

“You know, this week has me thinking about our future wedding.” He says softly, his body pressed firmly against hers as they swayed to the music. “I’ve always wanted something small and intimate but if you want something bigger just say the word.”

She looked up to meet his eyes, twinkling against the lit up makeshift tent that held other guests that weren’t on the dancefloor. The woman would never get used to seeing that shade of blue in person and she thanked her lucky stars that she’d get to look at it forever. “Well you’re in luck because I was also thinking about having a small wedding. Small wedding, big honeymoon has always been my goal.”

“I like the way you think, Zozo.” He winks. “And I hate to break it to you but you might have some competition. Nana said she’s ready to get back into dating and she said I was cute.”

He was met with the death glare from hell. “You want me to fight my grandma for you? A widow? That’s just rude.”

“Nobody said anything about fighting, there’s enough of me to go around. I did tell her that I’m a one woman man now though and she understood that. There’s nobody on this Earth that compares to you, sorry to everyone else but this hold you have on me is crazy.”

“Good because the hold you have on me is not something I’m comfortable saying out loud. Thank you for coming home with me and dealing with all of my family along the way,” she whispers, letting out a breath, “I love you.”

He kisses her on the forehead, wrapping his arms around her in a warm hug. “I love you too, sugar.”

I’ve loved you for a thousand years

I’ll love you for a thousand more

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Are you the same Anon as the other hurt/comfort request? lol, it's all good if you are. I'm makin' this one a bit more fluffy <3 Here's some sick!fic for you. Once again, I don't headcanon the trolls caring about gender, but I still swapped the pronouns for you. This ficlet has nothing to do with the previous one. This is set post World Tour, but before Band Together. Enjoy!

It was odd for Branch not to see Poppy at the crack of dawn. Usually their chipper king was the first up and about in the morning, leading the village in their daily song and dance routine. But, this morning Branch had bounced out of her bunker to join in the song without her usual duet partner. She frowned as she walked through the village, looking high and low for Poppy, while giving half hearted greetings to the other trolls as she passed them by. She didn't want to ask anyone if they'd seen their king, as she could still vividly remember how most of the village had freaked out the last time he'd been sick. 'Poppy 911' was not a phrase she wanted to hear again anytime soon. Finally, she decided the only logical place Poppy could be was his pod. "Hello?" Branch asked as she knocked on the door, peeking inside as she did so, "Poppy? "Ugh," Poppy's voice groaned from his bed, an arm appearing from the pile of blankets to wave at Branch, "I'm here. I'll be up in, like, five minutes." Branch frowned lightly as she let herself into the pod, shutting the door quietly before moving across the pod to Poppy's bed. "Hey, sleepy head. You don't sound great. How're you feeling?" Poppy sat up, his eyes half closed and his hair wildly disheveled. Branch flinched back slightly as Poppy snuffled loudly before coughing into his elbow. "M'not feeling too great, if I'm being honest," Poppy sighed, rubbing at his right eye as he turned to look at Branch, "How late is it?" "You missed the morning song, but I don't think anyone thought too much about it. When I walked through town to get here, everyone just seemed to be going about their day. I didn't raise any alarm bells on my way, so no one else knows you're sick yet," Branch hummed, reaching across the bed to feel Poppy's forehead. The pink troll leaned into Branch's hand with a soft sigh. "You're nice and cool," Poppy hummed, even as Branch winced and pulled her hand away. "And you're burning up," she murmured, clicking her tongue with a shake of her head. "I'm going to go get some supplies from my bunker. You just rest, okay? I'll be back as quick as I can." "Nooo," Poppy whined, flopping back into his pillows. Branch chuckled. "Yeeesss," she echoed Poppy's tone, heading out the door, "Be right back." ~ When Branch returned, she came baring soup, juice, medicine, and books. She quickly cleaned off Poppy's bedside table, setting up the medicine and books there, before bustling about Poppy's kitchen to heat up a bowl of the soup she'd brought. "Here," she coaxed Poppy to sit up in bed, pressing a glass of juice into his hand, "it's orange juice. Lots of good stuff to help you feel better. Then you need to try and eat some soup, okay?" Poppy grumbled quietly, but drank half the glass of juice. "Good," Branch cooed, snagging the medicine from the table and pouring a dose into a spoon for Poppy, "Now, take this and drink the rest of the juice." "Ugh," Poppy grunted, scrunching his nose at the spoon, "That stuffs nasty." "That may be true, but it'll help make you feel better. You can drown the flavor out with the juice. Trust your nurse," Branch said with a soft smile, earning a wheezing laugh from Poppy. "Alright, alright," Poppy sighed, reluctantly taking the spoon full of medicine. He made a retching sound after swallowing, then quickly gulped down the rest of the juice. "Good boy," Branch laughed, taking the glass and spoon away. "Only you get to call me that," Poppy grumbled, flopping back into his pillows while half heartedly glaring at Branch.

Branch snorted, rolling her eyes as she went back to the kitchen to fetch the bowl of soup. "I guess it's a good thing I was the one that said it, huh?" "Mmm, yeah," Poppy sighed, groaning in protest as Branch made him sit up again. "C'mon," Branch sat on the bed with the bowl in hand, smiling in the face of Poppy's grumpy frown, "I'll feed it to you. How's that sound?" Poppy blinked, his cheeks darkening further than his fever had made them. "O-oh. Okay," he nodded, not making eye contact as Branch spoon fed him the soup until the bowl was nearly empty. "There we go," Branch cooed, setting the bowl aside on the side table.

"Now, scoot over."

"Huh?" Poppy said intelligently as Branch shoved at his hip and stole one of his pillows.

"I said, scoot over," Branch reiterated, poking Poppy in the side, making the pink troll giggle and curl to the side. Poppy then shifted until he was on one side of the bed, instead of in the middle. He watched curiously as Branch set up the stolen pillow and shuffled the blankets around until she was comfortably settled next to Poppy on the bed.

"What're you doing?"

Branch blinked, arching an eyebrow at Poppy. "I'm getting comfortable."

It was Poppy's turn to roll his eyes. "I can see that. I meant, why, though? I thought you'd want to get back to your bunker. You're usually really busy."

Branch stared Poppy down for a minute before letting out a light laugh. She reached out to cup Poppy's cheek, brushing her thumb just below his eye. "Yeah, usually. But, you're more important than any chores I had to do today. I'd rather stay here and look after you."

Poppy let out a dopey little trill of a laugh, leaning into Branch's hand. "Awww. You like meeee," he cooed in a sing-song voice, batting his eyelashes at Branch.

"Oh my troll," Branch snorted, patting Poppy's cheek before settling back into the pillows, plucking one of the books she'd brough off the bedside table, "Someone has to."

"Everyone likes me, but you liiiiiike meeee," Poppy said with a grin, moving to cuddle into Branch, settling his head on her stomach and wrapping his arm around her middle.

Branch flushed, a warm smile on her face as Poppy curled around her like a snuggle squid. "Some might even say I love you, you big goof ball."

"Mmmm, you loooove meee," Poppy echoed, obviously falling asleep.

"Yeah. I do," Branch sighed happily, absently combing her fingers through Poppy's hair as she turned to her book, Poppy's light snores sounding from her lap.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #broppy #gender band #trolls branch #trolls poppy #things that i wrote #trolls fanfic

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cherubkeery · 11 months

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Warning: head injury, blood, a panicked Steve

Editing me: shit forgot to mention this story was inspired by one written here. Where reader falls off of maxs skateboard. So yeah I wanted to write a hurt/comfort story

The first time Steve cried around you and the kids, was when you had accidentally cracked your skull. You’d been playing around with the kids, chasing after Lucas.Forgetting that your mom had just mopped the floor. When you slipped and hit your head, knocking the wind out of you. At first you were to disoriented to realize what had happened. Your eyes were scanning the room, reaching your arms around to grasp where you were. You could taste the metallic taste of blood.

“Steve! Something- something bad happened!” Lucas is yelling but you can’t move. Max is on the floor, trying to help you. —Everything begins to blur.

“Shit. Shit. He’s going to freak.” Was that Dustin?

“Hey, can you hear me? It’s me, Mike. Hey.” But it’s like their voices are swimming and becoming one single voice.

Someone hits the floor but you’re not sure who. Not until someone yanks you into their arms. You hiss out from the pain of being moved so abruptly. —They’re wailing, you’d never heard anyone wail in such a panicked way. Your heart lurches.

“Robin! Call 911! Robin! God, Robin!” It sounds like your boyfriend, Steve. But everything is beginning to turn black at the edges.

“S-Stevie.” Is all that comes out of mouth. You can barely see him but there’s tears in his eyes.

“I’m here, baby. Just hold on, okay. Please, please don’t die on me. Please. I need you.”

You try to nod your head, but it hurts too much to move.

After a while, the ambulance finally comes. You’re on a stretcher, your eyes staring at nothing.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:

It takes hours and Steve isn’t relenting. He’s pacing the waiting room, back and forth.

“Steve, we understand you’re nervous. But you’re making everyone around us nervous too. Please sit down and have some water.” Robin says, trying to persuade her best friend to sit down.

“You should- you should have seen her, Robin. She was-.” He can’t form anymore sentences because he’s crying. Crying in her arms. Robin holds him close, rubbing his back.

“I know. I know. She’s going to be o-okay, I promise.” Steve can tell she’s crying now too because he can feel her tears falling down near where his head was on her arm.

Your mom and dad are talking to a doctor. He’s explaining that so far you’d been responsive. That they just need to add stitches to the back of your head. You’d lost a lot of blood, though.

“Come here, Nino.” Your mom tells him, he’s instantly placed in her arms. She holds him so tight, he knows how scared she must be too. The kids had stayed behind, Steve knew being in a hospital was going to be too much for them. So he said he’ll update them as much as he could.

Night comes and it’s the first time Steve can’t sleep. Because usually you’re with him. Not tonight, tonight you’re in a hospital room.

“It’s going to be okay.” Robin says.

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“Steve, wake up. We have news.” It’s your dad, Steve awakes with a strain in his neck. Blinking a few times, trying to remember where he is. Finally, everything comes back to him and he’s getting up so fast. Your dad moves backwards.

“Is she okay? Is she-.” He doesn’t want to say it but he waits. Waits for their response.

“She’s okay, she’s awake. Come on.”

The first thing he wants to do is get flowers for you. But he’s too eager to see you first. You’re staring at the ceiling when he walks in with your parents to see you. There’s a tray over your bed, with orange juice and breakfast. But you don’t seem interested in it.

Your mom instantly runs into your arms and then your dad. Finally, once they’ve spoken to you. They leave Steve with you. Robin had left hours ago to work.

“I was so scared, I was scared you were going to die on me.” He’s crying all over again and he’s holding your hand so tightly. You look at him with worry.

“I wasn’t going to leave you. J-just like that.” He kisses your hand over and over. Then his lips are on you, pecking. You pull away first to touch his face. To know he’s with you.

“I’m sorry I scared you back there.”

Steve let’s our a dry chuckle and he continues to kiss your hand.

“You almost gave me a heart attack.”

The door opens again and Robin is coming in with the kids. Dustin and Lucas instantly run on the other side of the bed to stand near you. Will and El stay back as Max and Mike approach your bed.

“You really hurt yourself back there. We were scared we lost you.” Dustin says.

“You doing okay?” Lucas asks.

“Does your head still hurt?” Max asks.

“Alright, alright, let the girl breath.” Steve says as you chuckle.

“I’m okay, don’t worry. And yeah, only a little. It could have been worse.” You say, everyone is asking you questions. Steve is still holding your hand and not letting you. You squeeze his hand to assure him, you’re okay now, everything was going to be okay.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic

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mexsia · 1 year

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Extraterrestrial Life forms like Maple Syrup. (🇨🇦’s Version)

During a really hot summer in Manitoba Canada, an Aboriginal family from the Turtle tribe that lived in Manitoba, was in a picnic near one of the many lakes in Manitoba. Which one would be is regardless, for a Refugee family from Ukraine also came to have a picnic and started to establish a conversation with the Cree family.

Then, a bigger family from Colombia who just became permanent residents, came to celebrate their victory in being able to stay permanently in Canada.

The three families began to talk with each other and the children begin to play among each other despite their differences in language, culture and knowledge.

Suddenly, something made a huge boom above the sky.

*BOOOOOOOM!!!*

The three families from different backgrounds quickly looked up to the sky as they gathered the children altogether and in place. Next thing they knew was that some kind of weird flying disk came down like an asteroid on fire towards the ground.

Seeing as the weird thing in the sky came quickly down towards them, the Colombians, knowing way too much thanks to the U.S movies—or as they called them “gringo movies”— they quickly made the other adults react and made everyone run for their lives and the weird disk came crashing in the exact same disk the three families were having their picnics.

One of the oldest Colombian children had to give his smaller sibling five bucks, for the little one had guessed that something completely unexpected would happen. And it did.

While the Colombian mom and the Colombian dad were checking that everyone was here and the Ukraine adults were contacting 911, The Cree mother started to get close to the strange disk that was now stuck on the ground. The disk was literally like the stereotypical U.F.O that was seen in the old movies and videos, just three times bigger. And in real life. And the size was like over three middle-class houses or even a whole school. The women who got close to the thing couldn’t really tell. But it was really big.

‘Well, the 911 hanged up on me.’ The Ukraine father said with frustration.

‘¡Oh por Dios! ¿¡Y que se supone que vamos hacer!?’ The Colombian mother asked really freaked out. She was a believer of god but mind open, but she was also pregnant with her fourth child and the hormones were not helping her. ‘¿¡N-nos Matarán?! O-’ the Colombian father had to hug her and calm her down because she was literally screaming her lungs out in Spanish. This was definitely not a moment to panic. Not yet.

The Cree mother, along with her husband and children, they got close, and just as the Cree woman was about to touch the strange thing, the big-disk-thing started to open up.

*FSSSSSSSS!!* A door started to pop up and it started to open and coming down.

The Cree husband acted quickly and took his family with the other families screaming, ‘THEY’RE COMING OUT, HIDE!!’

They didn’t need to be told twice as they also saw the door of the disk open up and come all the way down making a bridge for whatever came out could walk without lo much trouble.

The families didn’t know what to expect, but they certainly did not expected some kind of mutant-bee-rhino-of-eight-limbs-without-wings come down with strange suits on them.

They seem to walk like a four legged animal, but unlike four legged animals, these species had a dorso like a centaur and had four arms with three finger each hand. They had two pairs of antenas on the head, and a stinger-bee-like on what it seemed to be the butt. Whether they were female or male it was unknown or at least unrecognizable. For the humans at the very least.

One child of each family, a little sweet girl of five years old from the Cree family, a shy little boy of seven from the Ukraine family, and a little “demonio” (demon in Spanish) from the Colombian family, had either the courage or the stupidity or the innocence to walk up to the strange “aliens” that just came to earth.

The Aliens looked at the children—or as they called them “larvae”— and the children looked at them.

There were three aliens in total, it seemed that they were all the same specie, for the children and the rest of the human families at the very least. The aliens on the other hand, they seem to be quite surprised for this, they see that each “larvae” was the same kind of especie, but they also can see a lot of differences which for them it was extremely difficult to process, since not many sentinent species were different from each other.

The Colombian mom, being the bravest and the most agressive along with the Cree mother, they both screamed the names of the children out loud while the other adults made improvised weapons just in case.

The aliens became alert as they heard the strange “cry” and they soon found out that the “larvae” did not lived on their own. But rather, they were being protected by the adults of their species.

The children suddenly came running to their mothers and the fathers putted themselves in front of the rest of the others.

The Ukraine mother started calling the police, while skipping the details of the agresors being “aliens” she asked for help, for she felt they were in danger.

The aliens on the other hand, they just standed there. Unable to comprehend the speaking and body language from the new species they encountered. But from what they could gather, the new species were sentinent, like them.

The leader of the alines tried to present itself, but the new encountered species seem to have become extremely scared as they heard him talk.

Or as the humans would say, heard him scream.

Not knowing what to do, one of the Leader’s subordinates finds a strange bottle dropped and still intact. As he picked up, she saw a strange liquid inside, and a strange decorative sticker in the form of a strange leaf of orange color.

The subordinate checked whether it was secure or poisonous with his futuristic technological scanner stocked in his head, the scanner concluded that it wasn’t poisonous, but rather, it was very nutritious for her own specie. The subordinate liked the “nutricious” part and tried to open it up. But it wouldn’t.

The other subordinate looked at him confused.

The subordinate #1 gave the bottle while quickly telling him the nutricous factor. Subordinate #2 tried to open the bottle quickly but couldn’t either.

The leader was still trying to find a way to communicate with the strange creatures when he notice that all of them were paying attention to something else, and when he saw where they were looking, the leader concluded that it was someone else.

{What are you doing?!} the leader asked somewhat angry and embarrassed that his subordinates were literally fighting for a “simple” bottle.

{We’re trying to open up this bottle! It won’t open!} Subordinate #2 exclaimed as he was pulling the bottle’s body away from subordinate #1.

{I-It’s too powerful!} Subordinate #1 exclaimed as he was pulling the bottle’s cap without being able to open it up either.

The leader became even more frustrated. {What’s so important in that bottle that—}

{High levels of Glucose and Fractose!!} Both subordinates exclaimed as they made ven more effort.

{. . . What?!} The leader was shocked.

In their planet, their nutrients were based on Protein, Glucose and Fractose. Protein wasn’t the issue but Glucose and Fractose was another thing. There was a glucose and Fractose drought among their civilization. Which was bad as they needed both to survive. Especially their offspring whose diet was based off mainly from these two things.

If the leader was able to make a friendship with these creatures, they could save the dying offspring. But the lack of communication was something troublesome.

‘Ejem.’ Someone made a noise behind them.

The three aliens turned around and they saw the small little boy with strange hat on his head (Mariachi hat in other words).

The boy extended his hand and looked at the bottle. The aliens must have thought that it belonged to him so, with reluctancy, they gave him the bottle.

The boy smiled smugly as made the cap of the bottle spin for a few second and it lifted up opening the bottle.

For the humans, it would have been embarrassing, but for the aliens it was impressive, especially if it was a “larvae” that opened up.

As for the human families, even though they were still wary of the aliens, it seem to curious them as they seem to be fond of the maple syrup. And the organic one.

Soon, the police arrived, in shock, they called the military, the military numb founded and called the Interpol, the Interpol escorted the aliens and the three families while calling the Canadian Prime Minister, the UN president and the UN president came with the representative of humanity Mazlan Othman.

The three families came along the three aliens to meet the Canadian Prime Minister, UN president and humanity’s representative.

Long story short, they were able to make a machine that could translate each others words thanks to the help of the aliens—or as they call themselves “Kruch-ëđbæl-ù”— and they were able to make negotiations with the Canadian government and come with a trade with maple syrup in exchange of a little knowledge in future technology.

Soon, humanity was able to learn the diet of these creatures and when they learned that the offspring of the Kruch-ëđbæl-ù were in danger, it didn’t take long before a lot of countries signed up to help them.

But most of the help came from Canada, who had large resources of maple syrup and honey ready to be sold.

The Kruch-ëđbæl-ù quickly called their leaders and told them that they had large amounts of fructose and glucose ready to take home, but they needed help for it.

The back up didn’t take long to arrive, and with them a lot of their most sick and hungry offspring. It was dangerous for an offspring to be far away from their progenitors, but these were extreme times and the offspring couldn’t wait anymore. They had to eat.

As soon as the Kruch-ëđbæl-ù offspring were full and ready to go home, the back up and the three scouts took the large amounts of maple syrup and honey while promising to come with the technology knowledge as soon as the rest of theirs offsprings were saved.

Humanity understood and let them leave.

The Canadian government gave the Mexican family and the Ukraine family their nationalities as a reward for helping the aliens find the thing they needed. The Cree family received money, land, and scholarships for their kids as their reward which was greatly appreciated.

Who would have thought that a simple picnic with pancakes and maple syrup would have make them heroes?

The End.

#earth is a deathworld #earth is space australia #humans are space orcs #humans are strange #humans are weird #humans are deathworlders #humans are good actually #humans are hospitable #humans are space australians #humans #humans are confusing #humans are space fae

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anymethynker · 7 months

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Another one, let's go!!!

What if, a day Mileena, Kitana and Tanya where visiting Earthrealm, Johnny almost gets killed.

There's an intro where he's asked if people want to kill him(I think?) and he replies half of Hollywood. What if someone tries to do it.

It's just supposed to he a regular visit, Mileena, Kitana and Tanya are with Johnny(I dont know what they're doing; recording a movie or just walking about). Everyone is having a good time and everything is going great, but then they hear a gunshot. The loud noise makes Tanya guard Mileena and Kitana, and they stand at ready. Then, they see Johnny crash to the floor, blood pooling around him. He's curling around himself and cursing.

After the calm, people are screaming and freaking out. Either Tanya, Kitana or Mileena check on Johnny, seeing if his alive. And he is. He tells them to call 911 or tell someone to, as they don't really know how to call. While someone does, they try and stop the bleeding. It takes a sometime, the paramedics do get to them, but not before Johnny passes out and his heart stops.

The paramedics do their job and take him to the hospital in time to save his life, but not before hours of stress and grief. Tanya, Mileena and Kitana are softer to Johnny after what happened, because he almost died in front of their eyes.

#mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mk1 #johnny cage #mk1 johnny cage #mileena #mk1 kitana #mk1 tanya #it would be very sad if johnny almost dosen't make it #it was supposed to be a time for tanya kitana and mileena to relax #but instead johnny almost fucking dies #i love angst

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littlerosetrove · 1 month

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Overall another great episode I’d say! ✌️

My initial Spoiler Thoughts for 7x2 in no particular order.

Hen has some clear biases to assess and work on. She was, well, dismissive and judgemental of the drunk (and drugged?) guy. She’s gotta stay neutral no matter the person, especially while on scene. Oh ohhhh I wonder if this will be an arc that Hen goes on this season? Just overall her becoming a better firefighter/captain?

Poor Norman. His wife cheated on him? That’s rough my guy. And… I’m not sure he’s gonna make it. =/

That's the cruise doctor? Uhhh I think they need someone with more expertise and frankly more of a spine. Bruh.

That hostage situation was surprisingly short. Hm…. I’m kinda wondering if this season had, say, 18 episodes if they would have spread out this whole cruise ship story to 4 episodes instead of 3. Idk, I’ll have to wait to see how episode 3 goes, but *shrugs* I don’t think I’d be mad if it all had been stretched out a bit for extra drama.

The snake white guy said “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m not a bad person.” I need more time to think and articulate this but… Actions speak louder than words. Dude was selfish, dabbling in something that brought great harm to others while, sure, not meaning for the harm to happen. He’d been ready to dip. He only gets points for saving our 911 parents. 😩

Please. That’s so cute that Maddie and Chimney share everything and gossip together. Sure they’ll keep your secret! …..but that secret is also safe with their partner. <3

Frank, you did okay this time. But be prepared for an influx once Athena and Bobby are back, and not just from them. Are you listening, Buck? He needs to go back to therapy anyway. But like, Bobby is in danger and that’s going to effect Buck. Please please let the show circle back around to the fact that Buck greatly fears losing Bobby, his dad.

Buck and Eddie sharing one brain cell when trying to explain themselves. <3

Maddie has clearly been with Chimney for a long time with her joke of “did you lose a boat?” 😆

Idk when Bobby is in captain mode he's so??????? Yeah.

Ahhhh! The camera shot of Bobbys’ hand covering Athena’s to help her save everyone. 😩 These two are so ride or die oh my godddddd.

Shit, yeah Peter and Angela got my crying a bit with their “love confession” talk.

I spotted some bloopers. In 1-2 moments Peter’s hair was almost dry, then it wasn’t. They had to film that scene in the bulge (whatever that room was called) for a while or something.

Maddie knows Spanish?? I mean, I guess she probably learned it in high school, and maybe was able to keep it up being a nurse and then a 911 dispatcher. Good on her because I took 2 years of Spanish in high school, didn’t keep it up, and remember maybe 1% of what I learned.

HOLY SHIT THAT CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!! Literally Athena’s worst fears come to life. 🙃🙃🙃

OKAY. BUT. If the fuck-massive cruise ship was fully turned over, HOW does anyone in the life boats survive? Did they somehow make it far enough away to not get tossed like a freaking toy???? Suspension of disbelief I guess!! 🤙

#911 spoilers #9-1-1 #my thoughts

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theficblog · 2 years

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CONCERN

MARK LEE

Prologue: When you start with your period in public, your clueless boyfriend Mark can't help but freak out.

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: 925

Prompt: "It’s blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out."

Warnings: Menstruation

It was the late morning of a bright, sunny Tuesday. The sky was blue, as if it had been crayoned by some little kid of five. The fluffy, airy, and white clouds hung in the sky, as if they were intentionally hung up with threads. The Sun marked its presence too, but decided to be a bit gentle on humankind. The scenario probably fitted well in the Windows Wallpaper category.

This day was perfect for the Summer Fest. The ground was lively, full of chit-chat and cheers. There were a plethora of stalls, selling everything ranging from brownies to physics books. Banners filled with all possible colours of the rainbow adorned the place. Bubbles that some of the middle school kids blew were drifting aimlessly. To your right was a busking team, covering classic summer songs, and to your left was your boyfriend, Mark, also humming the same songs.

"This just can’t be summer love~" He continued to murmur as his eyes wandered around, his fingers intervened with yours. He seemed to be chill yet fascinated by everything. He occasionally greeted some people with smiles. Everyone at the school knew him. He had always been a member of clubs and councils.

Mark was social, and he was awkwardly social. He never missed a chance to give high-fives to little kids from primary school. He wasn't averse to approaching strangers and striking up a conversation.

"Yo! I wonder how do they like actually make it? Do they sew it or what?" He voiced pointing to a stall of handmade rugs. "No but I guess they just, make it?" You answered with intellect, making him burst into laughter. His laugh was contagious, ever so gleeful.

"Alright, I’ll go and get us some ice-cream." You announced as you began moving to the front. "I’ll get Cookies and Cream." Mark reverted back.

Just when you had barely taken four steps or more, you heard your name being called, or rather yelled-to put it in a better way.

"Yo! Y/N!" Mark screamed at an unbearable pitch, forcing you to turn around. What was going on?

He paced towards you. Only if he was that much of a pacer, he’d make into the school athletics team. Grabbing you by the arm, he pulled you towards a corner. He made you stand with your back to the wall, while he positioned himself in front of you. You were astonished to say the least.

"You-you’re BLEEDING?!" He exclaimed. Panic had taken over his face, his eyebrows were furrowed. His shining black eyes were ready to pop out and his mouth was left hanging open. "Are you alright? Why are you bleeding?" He persisted in his interrogation.

On the inside, you questioned your decision to opt for white denims today. It had now become a habit for your menstrual cycle to commence at any point of time it felt like. You were at a constant war with your uterus. You recalled the last time you almost fainted due to the unbearable, excruciating pain. Menstruation could sometimes be such a bitch.

Mark, on the other hand, still stood the same. He was sweating, and it was certainly not because of the summer heat. He held his phone in his hands, constantly taking glances at it and then at you. He was visibly worried.

"Y/N let’s go the doctor. What the hell is happening?!"Although it was not ethically correct, seeing him in this state made you want to chuckle. He was afraid that you would die from a massive blood loss.

"Calm down, okay! Calm down! We got this!" He suggested you calm down with sheer anxiety taking over his own voice. Ironic.

"It’s blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out." You reassured him, breaking your silence before he dialed 911, taking his hands in yours and softly caressing them with your thumbs. "Easy, Marky, It’s just a period" You explained.

He appeared to be more at ease. "Have you been skipping your Biology lessons?" You questioned him with a giggle. Mark was embarrassed, not due to the fact that you started bleeding in public, but because he thought he had made a fool of himself. His ears were now red, like fresh tomatoes plucked off of a farm.

"Is that a normal amount though?" He joked. An evident blush took over his cheeks, as his Bambi like eyes curved into crescents.

"Hang on." He implied. His hands reached the collards of his plaid, red full sleeved shirt, which he put on un-buttoned over a simple white tee, despite the weather.

He was likely to remove it and assist you in masking the scarlet blood stain that glinted through your white slacks. It was thoughtful of him. You grinned to yourself as you pondered it.

"Mark, No! I can just change." You remarked this while pointing to the black straps of your bag-pack slung over your shoulder. It was always a wise move to carry an extra pair of clothes, just in case.

"Ahh, yeah, that-that’s a better option." He nodded.

Just as you came out of the washroom, changed into another pair of pants, that absolutely hid all the evidence of the crime scene, you saw Mark, standing with two ice cream cones in his hands, struggling to keep his eyes open in the sun that was now scorching and the gentle wind that flew past his brown locks, covering his forehead.

"Nutty Belgian Dark Chocolate, just the way you like it."

If anything was sweeter than that ice cream at the moment, it was Mark.

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So I just dropped the OJV Stan Angst, and uhhhh now it’s Kyle’s turn bc I’m thinking about it.

Sorry Kyle (below the cut in case of ed triggers)

So I started the OrangeJuiceVerse timeline at sophomore year of high school bc as I’ve said, ojverse hinges on healing, and freshman year may have been when Stan and Kyle got together, but that was a veeerrrryyy rough year for him. I vague about his eating disorder in some of the fics, but I’ll never go into detail, however, right now, I wanna talk about the moment mentioned here, when Stan references Ky admitting his issues with control manifesting in the form of eating problems.

So during the summer before the boys start hs, Kyle’s super fuckin stressed. Like his dad made one casual stupid comment about how “high school sets the tone for the rest of your life” and Kyle, who definitely reads way too far into the things people say, ran with that. He never wants to fail, at anything, ever. He put soooo much pressure on himself to succeed. Like they aren’t even in 9th grade yet and he’s spending his summer trying to get ahead and the guys are trying to get him to come hang out but Kyle’s so insistent that he needs to be in all the AP classes and already know everything, and he struggles with science but at this point he wants to be a doctor so that’s another stressor, and he feels like he’s running out of time when he isn’t. And he can’t control the feeling of panic, or (this is in his head btw his parents aren’t totally on his ass abt it) the pressure he feels. He’s so scared of disappointing them and not being their Perfect son, and it’s so irrational bc Sheila and Gerald really aren’t trying to control his life, but Kyle feels out of control. So he turns to the only thing he thinks he has control over.

Eating.

And ojv Kyle is diabetic. He absolutely should NOT be restricting his intake or ignoring what his body needs. Plus, he’s an actively growing teenage boy. But he wants to control something. And Kyle is competitive as fuck. He starts competing with himself to see how little he can eat without anyone noticing. He’s so incredibly smart and absolutely knows what he’s doing is wrong, and the rest of the main 5 know somethings up, because Kyle would usually never hesitate to go join them to throw rocks at boats in the quarry, but he never wants to anymore. He skips Randy’s 4th of July bbq that year not only bc he hates Randy, but because all the food there scares the fuck out of him. Stan may not be the most observant person, but he fucking KNOWS his super best friend. Somethings going on, but Kyle waves him off when he asks.

High school starts. Kyle spends lunch period in the computer lab. Then, a few months later around September or October, after school at off season basketball practice, he is feeling really awful, stumbling over to the bench, but doesn’t make it. He passes the fuck out. Do his teammates call 911? Do they call his mom? No. They call Stan. Stan knows Kyle better than anyone ever could.

Like Stan’s just on the other side of the school with his own extracurricular (recycling club) and he picks up the phone like “hey Tolkien what’s up” “it’s Kyle” and he fucking BOLTS and finds his favorite person being held up by half the basketball team while he blinks at them all barely conscious. That’s when they find out he’s diabetic, and they think it’s just that.

Stan absolutely freaks (but in true Stan Fashion, his mantra is “Kyle first panic later”) and takes him over to the locker room, he still thinks this is a normal low, but he senses it’s more than that. So he swings his backpack to the front to grab the juice he keeps just in case and he’s like “dude you’re always really good about keeping an eye on your levels what’s going on?” And Kyle stares at him for a second, and like everyone’s noticed his clothes getting baggy on him, everyone has seen that he doesn’t eat when the guys order pizza while they’re hanging out. But Stan connects the dots finally. “Oh,dude.”

And Kyle, who is the LAST of the 5 to break down into tears, is crying, and he tells Stan that he’s fucking scared, he didn’t mean for it to get so bad, and he’s ranting about how none of his clothes fit him anymore, he’s begging Stan not to tell Sheila, saying that he doesn’t know how to stop, and Stan is so upset because yeah he knew Ky was stressing himself out but not to THIS point. They leave their after school clubs early with Stan making Kyle promise to eat at dinner and not make an excuse to take a few bites and go work on something, and Stan goes home and Sharon is right there when Stan starts crying as he walks through the door. And he tells his mom everything.

A few days later, Kyle’s knocking at Stan’s door. And he throws his arms around him and just whispers “thank you.” Because turns out Sharon told Sheila and the Broflovskis looked into what their son was dealing with and found him an outpatient program, they took him to the doctor and were horrified that he’s so physically unwell, and he’s gonna be out of in person school for nearly a month, but Kyle DOES want to get better. He’s kicking ass in online classes and the zoom calls with his therapist every day are really helpful to break down the motivation behind the ed, and Stan, because he can’t go a single day without seeing Kyle and not having him in the desk beside him his excruciating, brings him flowers from Sharon’s garden every goddamn day.

One afternoon, Stan goes over and they’re in Kyle’s bed, Kyle is a lot better mentally and physically but Stan’s still hesitant bc he’s still a little fragile, but this is Kyle, the strongest person he knows. And that’s when his simp ass is like “dude, I’m so sorry if this is weird, but I’m fucking in love with you.”

And Kyle’s so shocked, bc these two are both oblivious losers and he didn’t know either, but he’s loved Stan right back, forever. “Holy shit you asshole. It took you this long to say something?” “Wait, you too?” and Kyle pulls him close. “Yeah, me too”

Shdgskaljk they’re just holding each other like that until Sheila comes in bc Kyle has a drs appointment (this is when he gets his dexcom) and she isn’t even phased by those two cuddling smh they’ve done that forever she’s just like “oh stanley you’re still here, anyway. Kyle it’s time to go bubbeh” lmfao and afterwards Kyle’s texting Stan from the doctors office like “dude are you my boyfriend now” and Stan’s giggling kicking his feet smiling texting back like “can I be? Really?” “Yes, dumbass”

I love them so bad

#posting this from Wife Jail #like I won’t write the details of Kyle’s yeeting disorder in a fic but by god I will post abt it #south park #style #OrangeJuiceVerse #headcanon #I’m such a Ky ed truther I’m sorry Kyle #my shit #my au #they’re so precious

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