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nrdmssgs · 10 months

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Oh don't think you should worry about not using perfect German. Fanfics are for fun, seeing German in it is more like a bonus so i think it's fine as long as we can enjoy them! But thanks for the disclaimer :) i am so ready for that drabble btw 🔥 also as i promised a few days ago... May i make a fluff request? Insecure f chubby reader with your version of König. The kinda awkward, sweet, timid guy trying to comfort her. Add your own twist, i trust you with this! Pls ignore if this isn't ok. Thanks :D

Masterlist Comforting series: Soap comforting reader Price comforting reader

Hurt/comfort, fluff

Pairing: König x reader

Summary: Your old friend is happy to spend a free day with you. But one little memory haunts you.

TW: Mentions of bullying, mentions of rejection of ones body image.

The short trill of a smartphone is muffled by your jeans and t-shirt lying on top of it. You keep staring at your reflection in a fitting room mirror. Distant voices, shop ambient music, echoes of steps - you don't hear anything, but your rushing pulse.

Because right now you are a teenager again. It's first day of school, and you are happy, for the first time genuinely happy to be back. You've grown so much taller this summer, you've got a bit of a suntan and all those incredible new clothes! You just can't wait to meet your classmates as this new beautiful girl, they have never met before! You find familiar faces in the crowd in front of the school, make your way to them and loudly (unusually loudly, but this is the new you, who will never be shy again) say hello. First gaze falls on you, then a second, a third... and then they all turn in your direction. Something inside you shudders and shrinks into a helpless, desperate lump. They all grew up too and overtook you again. You look like a funny chubby baby again compared to them... What about their outfits? You thought you'd only wear something like that at the end of college.

"Wow, look who is adulting here, is that an above knee skirt on you?" You don't like the fake affectionate tone your classmate uses to address you. “But your mother didn’t tell you that you need to grow up, not grow wide for such clothes, sweetheart?”

How many years ago it was? Ten or fifteen already? And it still hurts. You look at your puffy thighs. “Shapeless!” - screams an angry voice in your head. Your gaze lifts to the curves of your belly and waist. “Vulgar! Too much!”. You raise your arms and look at the shoulder muscles stretching limply down. The dress you are trying on right now in a fitting room is so pretty, you are ashamed, you discredit it with your body. It is made not for you, you should have known better than trying on something so beautiful, light and airy. This fabric should flow easily over the body, and not wrap around every fold.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the plaintive squeak of your smartphone. You take it out from under your clothes and open a chat. “Are you ok? Do you need anything? I can bring you water or some other clothes in the fitting room.” (received 15 minutes ago) “Ah, sorry, it sounded like I'm pressing you. Take your time! Just please let me know, you are ok out there. I'm worrying.” (received 1 minute ago)

You frantically type in an answer, change back into your clothes and rush out of the fitting room. König stands before a pile of dark t-shirts and lazily picks them up one by one. “Oh no, you are not buying one of those here! I could get you a dozen on amazon for a price of one here!” You put on a jolly mask approaching him. “But those are fun! They have little cat footprints on the sides, look!” You start pulling him away from Ts, and he adds with a small smile, “I can always turn it inside out and no one but me will know..."

It's only when you two exit the shop, he understands it. “Wait, and what about that dress?”

“What's about it?” you take your jacket from his hands and despite hot weather take it on.

“You've wanted it so much, you've been waiting for the day, you could finally get it. Why didn't you buy it?” He desperately tries to catch your hand, to make you go a bit slower and finally face him.

“Na-a-ah, it turned out not that great, so I changed my mind. Forget it, it's no big deal.” You play it cool, because you don't want to let him down. He is in the military, he goes through hell on every deployment, so not letting your insignificant problems affect his mood is the least you could do.

“But, but you… you…”

You don't let König go on with his thought and change the subject. For the rest part of the day the two of you wander through the quiet, sleepy from the summer heat streets. Walking in a buttoned jacket in the scorching sun is not easy, but you stubbornly pull him on and on whenever he offers to take it from you. In the evening, you find yourself in the park. He somehow manages to get you on the bench.

"Can I ask you something? Are you feeling well?" His gaze is full of anxiety and concern.

"Of course! I had a great day with a friend, we went out, we had a great time! And I saved him a lot of money by not letting him buy those T-shirts!" You chuckle, but then you see his eyes. "Why are you asking? Is something wrong?" “Well, yes… I'm worried about you. Something happened in that shop, and it eats me from the inside. You barely stopped today to breathe and rest, you refused to have lunch, you torture yourself with this jacket all day, although I can see how hard it is for you. Even now, you're sitting on the very edge of the bench, like there's not enough room for the two of us. You were so happy in the morning, but then... as if someone put out the joyful light inside you. And if it really happened there, in the store - I would like to know what happened. Whoever it was - whatever nonsense they've told you - I want to fix this. Because I hate seeing you silently suffer like that.” As he speaks, blush appears on his face. It's clear, he overthinks again, if his thoughts sound acceptable, being spoken out loud. König is always like that: a kind soul too worried to sound weird. If only he knew, how much comfort he brought you.

“I'm sorry, I'll be ok soon. Promise. It happens sometimes. I know, it's high time I learn to accept myself, it's just… I sometimes understand, how much work lays ahead to be able to finally… love all this.” You lightly squeeze your sides and smile bitterly.

“You mean, nobody said or done anything in the shop? It all happened inside?” His worrying gaze meet yours. And when you nod and apologize for your behavior, he calls you by your name and takes your hand. “Please don't beat up yourself for not feeling well about yourself. I want to show you something, may I? But you'll need to sit on the bench properly. It won't work otherwise.”

You nod and slowly lean back, till you sit fully on the bench. “I know, how it feels, when a small thought ruins everything. One moment you think, how some guy told many years ago, you'll never be a sniper and the next few days you show your worst results on firing range. Or you accidentally drop a mug, it falls and breaks. And all night after that, your parents chastising you for being so clumsy in an endless nightmare. But I have learned a trick, that helps.”

Without letting go of your hand, he clamps in the fingers of the other hand a crimson bead of the bracelet wrapped around his wrist. “I name every bead and try to remember the names, when I feel down. This one for example is called ‘other people's opinions do not determine how well I shoot’. And this is ‘it was just a mug or plate or a vase, I can always buy a better one’.”

You listen to him and smile. A trail of warm words, positive affirmations, he always carries with him: that's really wholesome. He lifts your hand and pulls the bracelet from his wrist to yours. "I want you to try. Give one of them a name."

You are thinking. Something that could calm you now... But what could be? König patiently waits, and you feel uneasy from the long pause.

"Let's try together, okay?" He touches one bead, and you feel the warmth of his fingers at your very wrist. "I'd call this 'I'm Enough. I don't have to look different to be loved’. Sounds good?” You look down on the bead, on sunshine playing on its smooth surface, and a smile blooms on your face. König notices that and grins widely. “Ok, now it's your turn!”

You take a next bead, look at it. There is a little scratch on it, which reminds if something, that left a little scratch on your soul a while ago. “This one will be ‘It's ok, it doesn't look on me exactly like on a model from advertising. I am still beautiful just as her’.” “You are more beautiful,” adds König in a soft voice. Then he makes you name another one, then another and another. Some of them are funny, others are deeply personal, there are some reassuring, but still sad. In an hour you reach the last one - big bead on the knot of bracelet. It has many scratches, so first you ask him, what was his name for it. “I'll tell you one day. Just… not now, ok?” He looks down for a moment, but then the smile returns to his face and König adds, “How about we go have dinner? I was too shy to admit it, but i'm starving.”

You feel that hate and fear let go of your mind. And with that comes hunger. “Me too,” you smile, looking at the bracelet on your wrist.

***

A few months later from that day, König is almost finally done with the last step of a big mission, he was deployed for. It was early morning, he and his squadmates headed on the last operation. König leaned back in his seat, looking somewhere up. His fingers involuntarily clutched at the center bead of the bracelet: the same as his old one, but a little darker. You gave him this one. König tried very hard to take good care of your gift, but now his tactical gloves scratched a large bead. His lips, hidden behind a veil, silently repeated the same phrase.

“Ich werde unversehrt zu ihr zurückkehren und den Mut aufbringen, sie um ein Date zu fragen.”

“Ich werde unversehrt zu ihr zurückkehren und den Mut aufbringen, sie um ein Date zu fragen.”*

*Ich werde unversehrt zu ihr zurückkehren und den Mut aufbringen, sie um ein Date zu fragen. - I will return to her unharmed and have the courage to ask her out.

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aristotels · 2 months

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I would love to hear an extended rant about being an artist in a periphery country, if you're willing to say more.

sorry for this being late! but yes there are quite a few things to this.

1) EDUCATION/JOB OFFERINGS

when you are from a periphery country, the art education accessible to you is much worse than in the imperial core. yes, i know, you dont need to go to art school, you can be self-taught, you dont need a degree, but art school is about making potential job connections. in a country like croatia, you do not have access to those connections. you do not have ability to go out, show your portfolio, get reccommended by a professor for a listing. the education is stunted as well - the animation program here is atrocious, my building had an attic with dead pigeon corpses littering the room, there are no drawing tablets, computers are old, the building is leaking, but the lack of ability to make professional connections is the main concern.

also, your degree? people hear you got a degree from a balkans land and you are immediately less worthy in their eyes. your name, which is not anglo? crossed out, despite your skills. job offerings within your country? good luck, everyone lives in poverty, you are underpaid, and studios hiring can be named on fingers of one hand. you are left with earning online.

and you are left with earning illegally. making author contracts with pdv, taxes, etc is incredibly complicated when working over upwork, doing commissions etc. this does constitute as black market. we do not hand in our taxes like in the usa, theyre deducted from our salaries and contracts immediately. this means you are missing out on potential grants and statuses which require you to provide papers of your commissions. it also means that transfering money over paypal has to go into small amounts to your own account, to avoid suspicious activity.

2) ART TOOLS ACCESIBILITY

a thing that is very frustrating. living in a periphery country? good luck getting anything. art shops are scarce. art shops do not carry the same amounts of items, and they are more expensive than in their mother countries. you are left with office supply stores. the quality of accessible paints and other tools is lower. its already been proven that products shipped to eastern europe are of lower quality and higher price than in the west; and this goes for paints too.

this means that, if you do traditional art of any kind, you are left with shopping online. this includes shipping - youre in a periphery country? congrats, often it does not ship to it, or the shipping is atrocious. your choices? mostly deutschland amazon - every item has 10€ shipping minimum. prices are not adjusted to your salary, they are adjusted to the german ones, which are much higher. i have to regularly order fillings for my brushpen. it is not available in my country. the price on amazon is significantly higher than on pentel website, and their usa based shipping. yes, just the price of the product. pentel does not ship this to my country btw. aliexpress is what you have, it takes 2 months to arrive, is frequently lost in mail, and even with it being cheaper - its still a bit more expensive than the original.

3) ALGORITHM, SOCIAL MEDIA

this is the third thing - algorithm works against you if you are not from the imperial core. of course, there are timezones, but also - your posts tend to be shown to people who live around you; meaning you have harder time breaking into the international market, and that market is the only viable one.

4) BEING PAID LESS

being eastern european (or asian or southern american or african or...) gets you lower salary. i indeed love my employers, i adore the comic i work on so much that its become my own project as well, theyve been nothing but kind to me - but the fact remains that i, as an eastern european, am and will always be paid much less than my usamerican counterparts.

5) JOB OPPORTUNITIES, ONCE AGAIN, ENGLISH LANGUAGE

adding this but: its hard to break into cartoon network/adult swim/etc without being presently there. you cannot get to conventions, you cannot have your portfolio checked, and you must speak english. yes. anglos take english-speaking for granted, and fail to realize that actually speaking english for us is not a privilege, its a necessity, and its a tool of imperialism. it is unfair that you cannot do ANYTHING without speaking english. you cannot get jobs, you cannot advance your career, and while i personally speak english quite well, not everyone does, not everyone should have to.

anyway sorry for the length

#txt #artists on tumblr #eastern europe #imperialism #usa imperialism #marxism #marxist leninist #socialism #communism #ask

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thelovelybitten · 5 months

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random loonatics unleashed hcs bc I like childhood comfort show binging

only elites watched loonatics unleashed—so for the ATOM SIZED community who still gaf abt this gem here’s some random hcs I thought of

ACE BUNNY

[+] confident, determined, loving

[-] stubborn, cynical, impulsive

since he’s like. the most heroic MF known to acmetropolis, overconfidence is his thing. sometimes it goes too far and people have to smack some sense into him (lexi & tech, most likely) and y’all thought duck was cocky… ace is cocky and smart vs duck is cocky and dumb.

i imagine he has some sort of cooling eye drops he puts in after battles or over usage of his laser vision.

may wear glasses if needed.

he defo has underlying anxiety about his leader position since he’s basically in charge of the universe and his teammates he considers his family. (he confides in lexi with this eventually)

on a similar note, since he feels the pressure of being the leader, he suppresses his emotions all the time until lexi finds out and they teach each other to heal :’)))))

as much as he and duck annoy the fuck out of each other, they complement each other in the sense that ace needs comedic relief and duck supplies it (bratty ass little brother things)

anime STANNNN. anything that’s got good lore—He and Tech love sword art online. they hook in rev and slam in the second season. he and slam like attack on titan FOR SURE.

duck gives ace social media tips (because ace loves the attention but doesn’t know SHIT ABT creating a following)

japanese culture fascinates him, so he implements traditions and holidays into the loonatics' activities.

stubborn as fuck, it’s his way or the highway. since zadavia has always put him in charge, it's hard for him not to boss people around when he's unable to help. (as seen in s1 ep6)

since in the show it’s hinted all the loonatics are in university, I have ace being the second oldest child. he’s a natural-born leader, but still can’t take certain things seriously. tech is a good influence on him.

LEXI BUNNY

[+] sweet, empathetic, fiesty

[-] emotional, hot-headed, judgemental

she wears noise-cancelling headphones all the time if not needed by others. the absolute peace and quiet she needs to stay sane, tbh

the amount of radio traffic and minds around her causes headaches and migraines—but also some paranoia and slight insanity since she can’t take all of these mind voices all at once. she receives medicine after years of putting it off/testing due to her super powered dna

^^ tech is the one who finds her crying and screaming and he takes care of her until she tells everyone else.

also to touch on that, tech creates wrist bands that lexi can put on. they are supposed to cancel any brain waves or mind reading for a certain amount of time (but not forever, as she is super powered and it’s still a wip for him). (she also needs her powers to protect planet blanc)

actually hates carrots of any sort (minus carrot cake, she would die w/o it) ace thinks she’s crazy.

“can you read this person’s mind” is her biggest gripe and she hates when anyone asks her to do so

due to her upbringing, she hates mean girls and anyone who isn’t a girls girl gets to have a not so nice convo with her.

she’s very social savvy and is always in the newest trends, she hates how self conscious she is but funnily enough she and duck relate to one another and do have shopping sprees and Amazon hauls for therapy 😭

she’d like tiktok but rarely post lol, and when she does her social media pops off

feminist. "oh girls can't be heroes" "girls shouldn't be doing a man's job" SHUT UR TRAP. she will prove u wrong in 1000 different ways.

most popular of the loonatics—she’s the only female.

her age hc I have is she’s third oldest. which kinda leans into my duck/lexi hcs but that’s in another post

TECH E COYOTE

[+] intelligent, punctual, organized

[-] uptight, perfectionist, egotistical

perfectionist syndrome we LOVE HER

he’s so father type (big brother to all of the loonatics, everyone relies on him imo) Ace is the leader, but Tech is the dad 🤪

since he and mallory (mastermind’s) huge falling out, he has a people pleasing complex. this is because he feels guilty about putting her in jail as she is his protégée but knowing what he did was for the best makes him uneasy. so not only does everything have to be perfect, he has a hard time saying no to prevent conflict.

that being said, when it comes to danger and safety he’s gonna put his foot down.

he absolutely loves tinkering with rev. the two of them share one braincell, though. call them thing one and thing two. they’re smart. but not together 😅

while tech likes…well…technology, I feel like he’d also like forensics too. And watching crime shows with Ace and Rev.

he also has a bit of an ego. mostly bc he’s the creator and manager of all the technology in blanc. (And the universe, maybe. at least blanc and acmetropolis.)

has some sort of side gig going on for sponsorships. i hc that he loves to help create new technology, but he'd also like to provide said ideas to companies, kingdoms, etc. usually has the loonatics branding on it.

when his powers upgraded, he had a bit of trouble controlling it to the point where their new HQ had electrical issues for a month. yay metal but also oopsies I can create electrical currents and it’s a lot

the idea of him being immortal due to his regeneration abilities scares him because his friends will eventually die off and he will remain on his own :( (if i had to think about this, so do u.)

very protective of his stuff, and his family. this is not debatable.

he tries to hide itttt but he loves kids. he likes to surprise them with things he makes and teaches them how to build objects (with lego, of course. ain't no way is he letting any cheeto-dusted fingers come in contact with his shit.)

he’s the oldest loonatic NO QUESTION.

REV RUNNER

[+] energetic, comedic, caring

[-] oblivious, childish, sporadic

he’s so baby boy. a child. I love him so.

adhd brain on TOP

fears rejection, but works on it with lexi helping him out

I think he’d also play league with lexi and ace.

he loves running around fast, obviously but he also likes to stop and enjoy views when he can. (Defo uses the wormholes to escape to sunny places.)

definitely has lists to keep himself organized (and slam, which he is blessed for)

likes mechanical machinery and modifications (hates detailing though, fuck that)

recites the entire bee movie script to tech to annoy him

relies on zadavia for advice frequently. she’s a mother to him and she gives him hugs :))))

knows the best spots in the universe for anything ever, (thanks internal gps)

may the lord bless him bc he loves his brother so so so much that he'd do anything for him. rip is always welcome at hq and they play games/invent shit together :)

would pull pranks on all of the loonatics and he’d get away with it (but duck sees right through him—helps him anyways) since it's shown in season 1, episode 6 that ace and rev like to watch sports/attend games, they'd love other ones that are hockey, basketball and football-oriented. (since this is the future and all, the sport they play in this episode is based on soccer anyway) duck is also part of this too.

the metabolism popped off this man can EAT. since he's already burning it off. He's unlike slam though—he eats at a regular speed due to conversation-making.

youngest loonatic.

SLAM TASMANIAN

[+] strong, resilient, comforting

[+] aggressive, uncontrolled, moody

has a hard time with expressing himself due to the language barrier b/w him and the civilians.

good news tho, rev and duck help him to learn english :DDD they get him to read a ton of things (rev with different books while duck just shows him magazines with him as the street model LMFAO, also trends and stuff.)

has an action figure collection that if touched, a tornado will destroy your room. (he had them before the meteor hit, as a coping mechanism from all the fighting he did)

obvi fave food is pizza, specifically meat lovers

gets into origami to control his mind. lexi loves doing this w him :)

tech and slam love to do weapon tests together bc slam is BEEFY and withstands more injury than people think.

ace and slam train together the most. it helps both of them with tiny/large targets.

desperately wants a cat, a kitten, something cat related… but ace says no all the time bc it serves “as a distraction” from their job (ace is delulu ignore him)

a chef. amazing in the kitchen. cooks all the food for the house. a WHOLESOME MAN. watches the food network LMAO

gives the best hugs.

VERY BROTHER BEAR VIBES, he'll tell someone straight up to NOT FUCK W HIS FAMILY. just DON'T.

third youngest loonatic but acts older

DANGER DUCK

[+] loyal, self-aware, amusing

[-] arrogant, overbearing, hypocritical

u know this man is one of the ✨g w o r l s ✨

he attends drag shows with rev and lexi (DID I STUTTER ??? I think not.)

he doesn’t give a FUCK this man will do what he wants, when he wants, for as long as he wants. (until ace or zadavia gives him shit, whoever comes first) attention-seeker, but rightfully so as he is very much overshadowed by all of his teammates, when in reality he is the strongest and most deadly loonatic. i mean think abt it. he has three powers. the most out of all the loonatics. ace has laser vision. lexi has telepathy. tech can manipulate metallic objects and regenerate. rev has super speed and is a human gps. slam can create storms/tornados. DUCK HAS THE POWER TO CREATE HOT LAVA ORBS (EGGS), MANIPULATE WATER, AND TELEPORT. u see the vision???

it also doesn't help when zadavia is always shitting on him for his character. in her defense, he is a superhero and should be a good influence and in a professional manner, when in his defense, he should at least be praised and acknowledged for the work he puts in...js.

TAKES HIS TRAINING SERIOUSLY EVEN IF HE USES IT AS A VIDEO GAME SIM— HE'S ON IT IN SECONDS.

he does get a bit depressed abt the whole overshadowing thing sometimes. but he's so cocky that he hypes himself up and forgets it ever happened.

HIS APPEARANCE IS EVERYTHING TO HIM, which is why he and lexi hang out a lot when lexi is in need of a break. THEY LOVE THE SALON.

he helps the men eventually with tinder profiles so they can get out there and find romance and shit (but not lexi, since she knows she can get whoever she wants) he's pretty successful at it too.

BOARD GAME CHAMPION. BACK-TO-BACK MAY I ADD. Slam hates it bc he almost clutches the win but duck suddenly has a trick up his sleeve then BAAM. winner winner pizza dinner. his favourite board game is monopoly. (for obvious reasons, mans' needs to be able to manage his money for future investments.)

if he could be on a version of america's next top model, he would.

might be a sarcastic asshole, but does deeply care about his family, and other beings for that matter ( I mean, s2 ep12 ANYONE ??) tweetums was his everything that WAS HIS SON.

trolls people on club penguin with rev, don't ask, I just know.

blogger typa beat. is the social media editor and influencer for the team.

second youngest, but acts like the youngest LMAO

aaaaand that's it for now, i will make separate hc posts for pairings (platonic and romantic) and obvs the loonatics in general, so stay tuned. :)

if u read this far u THE GOAT >:D

#faves: lu #loonatics unleashed #loonatics unleashed hcs #viv speaks #i love the loonatics and u will never hear the end of it nope not ever #i thought long and hard about these ok #i think i did a pretty good job !!!#but yeah i love my kids sm so take some brain mush #ace bunny #lexi bunny #slam tasmanian #tech e coyote #danger duck #rev runner #MORE SOON

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mr-and-mr-diaz · 1 year

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okay listen, I saw the onesie and this fic fell out of me.

IT’S NOT MINE

“I’m getting Chris, then we’ll head over to yours for Tuesday night pasta and video games, ‘kay, Buck?” Eddie yelled over his shoulder as he adjusted the grip on his duffle and headed to the car.

“Uh, wait--” Buck came running after him, hair still wet, t-shirt only halfway over his torso. “Uh, right now isn’t a good time for my apartment, it’s a little... a bit messy.”

Eddie snorted. “Like we haven’t seen it messy before? Honestly, I think Chris is going to care more that you still don’t have a couch.”

Buck squirmed suddenly, startling as the motion reminded him that his shirt was only half on. “Ah, yeah, it’s just--” his hand got tangled in the neck hole, wiggling pointlessly for the dangling empty sleeve. Eddie chuckled and dropped his bag, reaching out to help.

“It’s okay, Buck. We’ll help you straighten up,” he firmly pulled Buck’s hand out his collar and reached into Buck’s shirt to feed it into the errant sleeve, “And then we can all do dinner, okay?”

“...Can we do it at yours?” Buck wasn’t looking at him. That was never good.

Eddie tilted his head, grin teasing. “What, you got something hiding in your place I should know about?” Buck’s flinch told him that yes, maybe he did.

Buck’s high, choked-out, weak chuckle confirmed it. “Nah, Eddie, I don’t have any good hiding places, the loft is totally open plan, I couldn’t...” He was definitely avoiding eye contact now. “Anyway, like you said, I don’t even have a couch, your place is better.” His eyes finally turned to Eddie, wide and blue and begging. Please stop asking.

Eddie nodded. “Okay.” For now.

***

“You shouldn't have let me have that third beer, Eddie,” Buck mumbled as the car rolled up to his building.

“I trust you to know your own limits, Buck. Besides, you looked like you needed to forget your troubles a little.” Eddie shut off the car and turned his attention to Buck. The whole night Buck had been distracted, checking his phone. At one point, Chris had caught a glance over Buck’s shoulder, saying “Wow, Buck, that’s a big Amazon order!” And Buck had flinched and quickly turned back to the TV, reaching for more beer. By the time the night had rolled to a close, and Chris put to bed, Buck wasn’t safe to drive.

“Me?” Buck jerked his head side to side. “I’ve got no troubles, I’ve got nothing, I’m--me? I’m good, Eddie.” He stopped suddenly looking nauseous from the excessive movement.

Eddie sighed fondly. “Well, then, let’s get you out of the car and up to your place then, Mr. No Troubles.” Eddie pulled himself out of the driver’s seat and came round to Buck’s side, opening the door and holding out a hand. “Come on.”

“I’m good.” Buck shook his head, gingerly this time. “You don’t need to walk me up.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, Buck. C’mon, I promise not to enter your super secret apartment, just let me get you up there.”

Buck’s eyes narrowed and he leaned toward Eddie. “You promise?”

Eddie chuckled. “I promise.” This time, Buck took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled out of the car.

***

Getting up the elevator to Buck’s place didn’t take much effort in the end. Buck was tipsy, sure, but hardly stumbling drunk and only had to lean on Eddie’s arm once or twice. The challenge would be getting Buck through his front door, which was barricaded on all sides with Amazon and UPS boxes.

“Damn, Chris wasn’t kidding about you buying out Amazon, Buck, what gives?” Eddie knelt down to inspect the pile, squinting to read the labels on the packages.

“Don’t look!” Buck’s hand tugged on Eddie’s collar, his tone panicked. “You said you wouldn’t look!”

“I said I wouldn’t look in your apartment, Buck, this is still outsi...” Eddie’s voice trailed off as his eyes took in the names on the labels.

Baby Barn. For Evan Buckley

Toddler Emporium. For Evan Buckley.

Parent One-Stop-Shop... Babies R US... Rockabye-Babeez... For Evan Buckley.

“Buck,” he breathed.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Buck was pulling at Eddie’s shirt hard now, stretching out the collar.

Eddie stood and turned to face him. “Then what is it, Buck? Tell me what I’m looking at.”

Buck just looked at him, blank, lost for words, panicked. And sad, so incredibly sad.

Eddie sighed. What could he say to this Buck? This Buck who so determinedly stayed positive whenever the subject of the sperm donation came up? ‘Hey, no I’m so happy for them!’ spoken right after ‘I’m gonna be a dad!’

Buck wasn’t going to be a dad. This new child would be connected to Buck genetically. And that was where the connection would end.

In Buck’s eyes, Eddie saw all of that.

“Come on, Buck. Let’s go inside.”

“It’s fine, Eddie, I’m okay, I just got a little overexcited, bought some stuff--”

“Buck? Give me your keys, or I’m fishing for them myself.”

Wordlessly, eyes defeated, Buck reached into his back pocket and handed them over.

Eddie couldn’t even get the door open all the way for packages. They were stacked against the wall, piled on the kitchen island. Some were open, their colorful contents laid lovingly into baskets or lined up on the floor.

“I was on Amazon a few days ago, and I just… got carried away.”

“Carried away,” Eddie echoed. This was not carried away, wasn’t here are a few things to pad out your supplies. Buck had purchased everything a new baby would ever need, from diapers and wipes to bottles, pacifiers, swaddles…

Buck was shopping like an expectant father.

“What was your plan for all this?”

A pause. “They don’t need to know it’s from me?”

“Buck,” Eddie held up an LAFD baby onesie in his hands, eyes unreadable in a way that made Buck want to squirm. “They’re going to know it’s from you.” He sighed and laid the onesie back down, folding it back on top of another onesie decorated for Christmas. “I don’t think they’ll be… No, they definitely won’t--” he stopped himself again. How to say this?? And it’s not like Buck didn’t already know this, so why…? “Buck, are you--”

“Don’t say it.” Watery, shaky. Eddie turned. Buck looked at him, stripped open and raw, surrounded by the physical evidence of his not fine with it anymore laid out in this vibrant collection of love and pain on every available surface of his home.

Eddie looked and saw in each toy the home Buck would build if only he had someone to build it for. Saw the pain in Buck, the self-doubt and deprecation. I was born for parts. The only piece of me that’s been deemed worthy to build a family is a part, not the whole, not me.

A child will be born soon, and I am empty about it. I am filling the empty with all the things I would shower my child with if I could. My child is being born and I can’t even call it my own.

Eddie opened his arms and Buck walked into them. At first, he just leaned heavily against Eddie, face buried in the juncture between neck and shoulder. Then he started to shake, just his chest, then his arms, then his whole body. Eddie tightened his arms, and Buck let out a wail, a loud and broken thing and held on for dear life, sobbing.

“It’s not mine, Eddie! It’s not mine! I was fine with that, I was, I was so happy to help, so happy that someone thought highly of me like that, wanted me, chose me! I’m so stupid!”

Eddie’s hand lifted to the top of Buck’s head and rested there, combing through the curls. “No, Buck. No, you’re not stupid.”

“It’s mine, Eddie. It’s mine. That kid is a piece of me, and I don’t get anything back. I’m so selfish, Eddie. God, I’m the worst.”

“Buck, stop.” Eddie carefully guided them both down so they were sitting in the middle of the floor, surrounded by the pastel carnage of Buck’s dreams. Buck leaned heavier into him, almost in his lap. “Stop judging, stop calling yourself names. Just cry it out, okay?”

Buck did. Tears flowed anew, soaking into Eddie’s shoulder and Buck curled closer and closer until those long legs were wrapped around Eddie’s waist, arms holding on for dear life as Buck finally let himself feel the pain and regret he’d been hiding behind cheerful comments, big smiles, and shopping. He cried until there was nothing left but gasps and hiccups, and through it all Eddie held him, rocked him back and forth in his arms until he had quieted.

“Sorry,” Buck whispered, nasal and horse. “Your shirt…”

“If you’re sorry for anything, let it be that you didn’t feel like you could talk to me about this sooner, Buck.”

“I wasn’t… I wasn’t even really letting myself…” A sniff. “I just want--I don’t know what to do, Eddie. I don’t know how I’m going to live with this.”

Eddie breathed deeply, fingers still combing through Buck’s hair, thinking. “I don’t either, Buck.” He sighed. “But I do know that you need some sleep. And then we’re going to go through all of this and make some returns at the post office.”

Buck made a noise of protest.

“No, Buck, I don’t know what will be good for you, but I know sure as hell that this isn’t it.” Eddie grasped the nape of Buck’s neck and pulled until Buck’s head was off his shoulder. He glanced down, waiting until Buck met his eyes. His were watery and red, lashes all clumped together, his cheeks swollen. “You can’t torture yourself like this, okay? It’s going to take you somewhere bad, and I can’t watch you go there, okay? So tomorrow I’m going to help you wrap this all up, and you can choose one thing to keep, because you’re going to be a dad, Buck, even if it isn’t the kind of dad you dream of being.”

Buck didn’t respond, but he didn’t protest. Fresh tears flowed from his eyes as he looked at Eddie, and Eddie made himself maintain eye contact, even though seeing this fresh pain made him want to run laps around the apartment building, destroy every item in this room until it looked as bruised and damaged as Buck’s heart.

“For now though, you need sleep. And you’re coming back to mine to get it.”

Buck started to shake his head again. “I couldn’t--”

“You can, Buck.”

“But Chris--”

“Is a big boy and can handle you not being at your best around him.” Eddie huffed. “He’d probably be mad if you tried to hide it from him, deprive him of extra hugs, hm?”

Buck gave the barest inch of a smile. “Okay.”

Eddie stood up, then reached down a hand to pull Buck to his feet. “Come one.” Buck rose heavily and made for the door, reaching for his keys that had been discarded in the mess around them.

They reached the door when Eddie stopped. “Buck?”

“Mm?”

Eddie reached out and grasped Buck’s shoulder, turning him gently and looking into his eyes. “He may not be your genetic material, but Christopher thinks the world of you. Not because you’re strong, or because you take him out on trips, or for any one thing, Buck. But because you’re all of those things and more--you’re smart, funny, kind, fun,” Eddie cupped Buck’s cheek in his hand, “Beautiful, even when you’re all puffed up from crying.” Buck’s eyes darted away but Eddie wasn’t finished yet. “You’re an amazing man, Buck. That’s what your roommate saw and what made him ask you to be a piece of this child.”

“I shouldn’t have said yes.” Buck whispered.

“No. But it’s a reflection of your kindness that you did.”

“I’d never been chosen before, not like that.”

Eddie huffed. “That kind of choosing is only the tip of the iceberg, Buck.” He turned Buck around and reached for the door. “Let’s go.”

***

Later that night, after Buck had finally sunken into sleep, Eddie sat by the couch and watched. He’d insisted that Buck blow his nose and wash his face before sleeping, so he wouldn’t wake up congested and puffed up any more than he had to be. Now, he lay there, vulnerable in his sleep, curled up on his side in Eddie’s shorts and t-shirt.

Eddie couldn’t sleep. He ached, his heart raw. It always had been tender where Buck was concerned, and Eddie often found himself surprised and forced to see new angles and facets of Buck every time he thought he’d seen all there was to see. But seeing Buck standing in the loft, heart bleeding on the outside had done it all over again. The tender spot in Eddie’s heart had been blown wide open, and he suddenly found himself hating Buck’s former roommate, for seeing what he had steadfastly pushed away, be it from fear or confusion. It was all clear now, watching Buck’s chest slowly rise and fall.

Chris is right, our Buck does snore.

He reached out and ran a hand down the side of Buck’s face, where stubble was beginning to grow in. “Tomorrow, okay? We’ll show you what it means to be chosen, Buck.”

#911 spoilers #buddie #eddie diaz #oliver stark #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #otp: you two have an adorable son #otp: you can have my back #otp: i thought you just dress alike #9-1-1 #911 season 6

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࿔*:･ﾟMan’s Best Friend| C.E

↝ pairing: Chris Evans x fem!reader

↝ summary: You and Dodger are partners in crime.

↝ warning: cursing, nothing too serious. Spelling errors?

↝ a/n: I got this idea through a tiktok hehe

You quietly shut the door behind you, trying your best not to make so much noise. Two large grey parcels were held under your arm, most likely being the clothes you had ordered online a week ago. Did you have an online shopping problem? No. Personally, you thought you didn’t have one. You were just easily influenced to buy things and when you had a vision of said items or clothes in your daily routine, you couldn’t help but just buy the damn thing.

However, Chris, your lovely boyfriend, had come to the conclusion that you definitely did have an online shopping problem after four packages from Amazon were delivered to your front door step.

The doorbell had rang. Chris, being the one closest to the door got up to answer it. When he opened the door, he was greeted by an Amazon delivery man placing a box on the steps. Chris smiled at the worker, thanking him and bringing the box inside the house.

He was about to shut the door before the delivery man called out to him, “Aye hold up! There’s three more in here for you!” Chris’s brows furrowed as he watched the man jog back to his truck. He didn’t remember ordering anything lately, so all of these packages must’ve been for you.

After lifting four packages into his home, he looked at all of them making sure they all had your name on them.

“BABE?” He called for you. Dodger had joined him, sniffing at the packages. Your footsteps were heard down the hall before you greeted him with a sweet and innocent (might I add) smile. You were about to ask him what was up but your eyes widened in excitement when you saw your packages.

“Ooo! My stuff came!” You squealed, picking up one of the boxes and making your way to the kitchen. Chris decided to follow you, carrying the other three medium sized boxes.

While you happily opened your package, Chris leaned against the counter beside you and crossed his arms. Very Captain America-esque of him.

“Baby, this is the third time this week you’ve ordered something.” He began, a bit of a stern tone in his voice. His speech was interrupted when you held up a bundle of those clear, plastic food organizers with the snapping lids. He couldn’t bring himself around to tell you off after seeing the joy on your face.

Chris’s mouth gaped at you, “Why do we even need that?”

You stared at him with a “duh” expression, “To organize our food.”

“But our food’s already organized.” He said, opening one of the cabinets to take a peek at the boxes of snacks and coffee pods inside out of curiosity.

“The containers make them more aesthetically pleasing though.” You said, pointing to an example on the container’s packaging. You and Chris had been living together for almost a year and still had small petty arguments about the decorations in your shared home. They were nothing serious, eventually the two of you would come to an agreement and laugh the entire situation off. Although, Chris firmly believed that you had an online shopping addiction.

“Remember? I said I wanted to have one of those fancy kitchens that I always see on Pinterest.” You waved the container at him, “And these are key to that.” You continued to open your packages, Chris remaining on the counter and watching you.

“You have a problem.” He teased amusingly as you struggled to open one of the boxes. This wasn’t the first time he called you out on your problem, but you’ll never not roll your eyes at him whenever he brought it up.

“Shuddup.” You quipped, stabbing the scissors into the box. Chris’s eyes widened as you took said scissors and pointed them at him.

“Now make yourself useful and help me, I got a paper cut.” You frowned, picking at your finger.

Just because he called you out that one time didn’t mean you stopped online shopping. Like it was your money and you were gonna buy whatever you wanted with it. Chris actually found it entertaining whenever he’d catch you with an armful of packages, trying your best to sneak them into the house without him knowing.

This time you answered the door. You received two large boxes from Target and even got a package for Chris—looks like you weren’t the only one online shopping this week. As you pushed the boxes into the house, you closed the door ever so slightly. You let out a sigh of relief once the door was locked and you had heard nothing from Chris.

“So, what’d you get at Target?” You jumped, turning around to see Chris with a shit eating grin on his stupid face.

“What the fuck, Chris?” You grumbled, annoyed he had caught you…again. Chris shrugged nonchalantly, “I’m just saying, if you’re gonna hide your packages, do a better job at it.”

Your face expressed irritation and there was the adorable pout that Chris loved on your lips. He walked towards you and leaned down, “Although, I do like seeing you annoyed. You’re so cute.” He cooed with a peck to your lips.

He said you should’ve done a better job at hiding your packages, so you did. With the help of dog treats and a bunch of “good boy”s, you made his best bud your willing accomplice.

Making Dodger part of your little scheme was unintentional. While Chris was away filming, you had been home alone with Dodger a lot. One day, the two of you had been working on some tricks when one of your packages arrived. The brown haired dog was so interested in the parcel that you decided to let him hold it. Great idea on your part because Dodger ended up bringing the parcel behind the couch; a nook where neither you or Chris bothered to ever look at. Meaning that it was the perfect place for you to hide your packages whenever Chris was around.

So far, you and Dodger have been “scheming” for a good few months now. You’d always make sure the coast was clear before sending Dodger to the “drop-off”. If the package was a little too big for the pup, you’d place it in a bag and he’d drag it all the way behind the couch. When his mission was complete, he’d happily trot his way back to you and be rewarded with his end of the deal—a treat from the doggy jar Chris made sure to place in the furthest corner of the counter.

Today was like the same old routine. You got a package and Dodger was instantly by your side. You shushed him as his nails clicked excitedly on the wooden floors, his wet nose sniffing at the parcels under your arm.

“Babe? Who was it?” You heard Chris ask from the kitchen. Your hurriedly handed the parcels to Dodger who was already waiting for them. You bent down to the dog and in a hushed tone told him, “Hide it.”

Dodger followed the command, though he stopped in his tracks when he heard Chris’s footsteps coming towards you and him, his long fluffy tail only wagging faster.

You eyes widened in fears of being caught by your ever so egotistical boyfriend. You couldn’t imagine how hilarious and ridiculous he’d find the entire situation, but you were stubborn and highly competitive. You weren’t gonna let him have the last laugh.

Dodger looked back at you with those wide doe eyes. You waved your hands towards the living room, “Go! Hide it!” You whispered as loudly as you could to the dog. You knew he had perfect hearing, though you felt like he was stalling for the humor of it all.

Dodger eventually trotted out the main entrance a second before Chris entered.

“Hey, you alright?” He was dressed in sweatpants and a plain Champion shirt. His hair was not styled and fluffy, some strands sticking in different directions.

“Yeah.” You grinned at him.

“Who was at the door?”

Your mouth made an ‘o’ shape, trying to form some kind of excuse. “It was a pizza guy, said he got the wrong address.” You shrugged, your smile tightening.

“Oh.” Chris blinked at the door. “Well now I want pizza.” He thought aloud. Patting down his pants he tried to find his phone.

You chuckled at him, “And you say I’m the one who’s easily influenced.”

Chris continued to look for his phone, “Only when it comes to you and food.”

“I’m honored.”

“The lights of my life.” Chris mused. His face scowled, “Now where the hell did I put my phone?”

You followed him into the kitchen, watching as he searched the dining table for his table. While he was off muttering things behind you, you turned your back to him and swiftly took one of Dodger’s treats from the jar.

Chris was gone when you turned back around, not paying any mind to it. You opted to looking for Dodge, who was probably waiting for his treat.

Unbeknownst to you, Chris had found him first. Actually, he found Dodger’s fluffy tail wagging behind the couch, but it was enough for him to loose interest in his phone.

“Hey bubba, whatcha got there?” Dodger looked back at him with wide eyes and his tongue sticking out. Chris’s brow raised when he found two grey parcels with dog slobber behind the couch. When he realized that your name was addressed on the package he couldn’t help the bubbling laughter that emitted from him.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT!” You heard him scream from the living room. You halted in your steps, eyes squeezing shut when you realized you’ve been caught in the act. Groaning, you made your way to the living room to see Chris holding up your packages and Dodger sat beside him looking oh so happy.

Chris slowly walked forward, pointing his finger at you. The smug look was on his face again and all you wanted to do was slap it right off.

“You thought I wouldn’t find out. But I did! I DID!” He exclaimed, waving your packages in the air as if they were the super bowl trophy.

“Oh, fuck off!” You huffed, waking past him and slumping down onto the couch. Dodger approached you, sniffing at your hand.

“No, you snitched on me! I shouldn’t even be giving you a treat!” You moved your hand away from him, only for the treat to be snatched by Chris.

“Well I can.” He sang, rewarding Dodger with the brown biscuit. He then showered the dog with kisses and ruffled his fur, “Good job bubba, that’s why daddy loves you so much.”

“Kiss ass.” You muttered underneath your breath. Chris stood over you this time with his hands on your hips.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, (Y/n).” He playfully tsked at you. “Dragging our poor son into your disgraceful schemes.”

He held up Dodger’s face at you, “I mean look at that adorable mug. Having him run around the house to clean up your dirty work, under our home. I am disappointed, sweetheart.”

Sighing, you threw your head back and accepted defeat. “It was going so well.” You whined, dramatically smacking your hand over your eyes.

Chris dropped the act and sat beside you on the couch. Throwing an arm around you he pulled you closer, only for you to jokingly push him away.

“I can’t believe you had Dodge hiding your packages behind the couch.” He snickered, hiding his face in his hands. Obviously, you were still annoyed he caught you, but the situation was hilarious nonetheless.

“He literally found the spot on his own, it was his fault in the first place.” You argued through a laugh.

“How’d you even get him to learn that?” Chris chuckled, bringing you into his lap.

“Just used some treats and showed him how to hide it, he’s pretty smart.” You answered. When the both of you calmed down, Chris rested his chin on your shoulder.

“So, this mission was a fail, huh?” He mused.

“To be fair, it’s our first fail ever. We’ve been doing this for months.” You claimed making Chris crane his head to look at you.

“Wait—how long have you guys been hiding packages?” He genuinely questioned you.

“Since you were gone filming.” You plainly answered.

“(Y/n), that was like six months ago!”

You shrugged, “Exactly. So if anyone should be feeling humiliated right now, it should be you.”

“Can you believe we’ve been doing this for months right under you nose? In our own house?” You cheekily mocked him and poked the tip of his nose.

Chris only responded by swatting at your hand. You might’ve gotten him this time, but he’ll definitely get you next time.

#marvel #mcu #avengers #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagines #cevans #christopher robert evans #Chris Evans x reader fluff #Chris Evans fluff #chris evans fanfic #chris evans drabble #chris evans headcanon #chris evans oneshot #chris evans blurb #chris evans fanfiction #Dodger Evans

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dccomicsimagines · 2 years

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Closure - Wally West Imagine

*Image from Amazon -- Link here

Requested by frostbite883 - Can you do anything like this? YJ Imagine Request: Kid Flash (Wally West) sees for himself on whether or not an ex-super villain have turned over a new leaf for himself. When Kid spies on the former villain, he accidentally finds out why the guy had quit the villain game.

Author’s Note - Sorry that this took years and I hope it’s what you wanted.

***

“What do you mean we don’t have to worry about Bloodline anymore?” Wally spat out in the middle of the Batman’s mission briefing. Half eaten chips flew out of his mouth. “Bloodline? The one who shot the Flash in the knee?”

“Close your mouth, dude,” Robin hissed, eyes widened when Batman’s gaze narrowed into a glare. The rest of the team bristled. They were all in the main cove of the cave. The screen showed all Bloodline’s known associates, but Bloodline’s photo said retired on the bottom. The very thought had Wally nearly throwing up.

Batman crossed his arms. “Bloodline is out of the game and no longer your concern.” Batman turned away from Wally, ending the conversation. The briefing continued.

Wally crumbled his chip bag in his hand, staring at Bloodline’s face. Their face in a permanent scowl. Wally remembered seeing that face in the shadows as he heard Barry screaming behind him.

“Yeah, right.” Wally mumbled to himself, throwing his chip bag toward the nearest trash can before pretending to listen to Batman.

***

“Rob, just look up Bloodline’s location please,” Wally begged in the locker room. The mission was a success, but the entire team was covered in mud. Wally decided he wouldn’t think about this particular mission again. The mud was a good enough souvenir.

Dick closed his shower curtain with a sharp snap. “Why are you disturbed, Walls?” Dick raised his voice to be heard through the curtain. Wally sighed, stepping into his own shower and stripping out of his suit. “Get turbed. Batman wouldn’t tell us they are out of the game if they weren’t.”

“Because Bloodline isn’t the type leave the game.” Wally turned on the water, shivering at the chill of it. He turned up the hot water. “Please Rob. I’d owe you.”

“You should leave it alone,” Kaldur said from somewhere else in the locker room. He had used the shower first. Wally snorted, putting his head under the water to ignore him.

Dick sighed loud enough for Wally to hear through the shower wall. “Alright. I’ll take a look after my shower.”

“Thanks Rob,” Wally said, grabbing shampoo for his hair. Dick laughed his creepy little laugh. Wally rolled his eyes, but smiled, glad he would solve the mystery of Bloodline’s supposed retirement.

***

Wally bit his lip as he walked through the visitor’s entrance of the Metropolis Mid-Town Hospital. “So apparently they’re a patient here,” Dick said, putting his hands in his pockets somewhat nervously. His sunglasses hid his eyes. Wally told him he didn’t need to wear those, but Dick insisted.

“Hopefully, they’re in a coma,” Wally muttered under his breath. They approached the front desk. Dick flashed them a charming smile and gave them Bloodline’s civilian name. Wally didn’t know what to feel. He felt dirty inside for hoping Bloodline was in extreme pain. Was he a bad person for hoping the one who hurt his uncle would suffer?

Dick grabbed Wally’s arm to tug him along. “Come on. They’re on the third floor in the Oncology ward.”

“Oncology?” Wally blinked, glancing at the gift shop as they passed. “You mean they have cancer?”

“Probably.” Dick glanced at Wally worriedly. “What are you planning to do, Walls?” They stopped by the elevator. Dick pressed the up button.

“I just want to make sure Bloodline is gone for good.” Wally crossed his arms. “Dude, they shot Barry in the knee. Shattered his kneecap. He had to be in surgery for hours, having to recut tendons, rebreak bones because he healed so fast.”

Dick paled slightly. “Yeah, that wasn’t pleasant, but if Bloodline isn’t suffering enough for you, what are you going to do?”

Wally rubbed his chin. “I’m not going to do anything. I just need to know.” The elevator doors opened. Two older woman stepped out and the boys slipped inside. “You know what I mean.”

Dick looked at the floor, pursing his lips together. Wally’s heart panged slightly.

“Sorry, Dick.” Wally patted Dick’s shoulder. Dick glanced at him, giving him a half smile.

“It’s okay. I get it.” The elevator doors opened to reveal beautiful walls with flowers painted everywhere. A small plaque on the wall said it was painted as part of a donation. Wally’s jaw dropped. Dick had to pull him out of the elevator before the doors closed on him.

In the waiting room, there was a person in paint stained clothing. They were working on the mural of flowers on the far wall. Wally noted it made the room feel friendlier at the sight of all the flowers.

“Hey, do you know where room 334 is?” Dick asked the painter. The painter turned, blinking in surprise. They looked to be about Wally’s age. Wally lost his breath at the sight of them. They had paint on their nose, but it made them even more prettier.

“It would be a great help to us, babe.” Wally grinned charmingly, unable to stop himself. The painter looked at him blankly.

“That’s Mx. (L/N)’s room. They’re taking a nap.” The painter put their brush down. “They usually are here to watch me paint, but they’re going downhill fast.”

Wally’s shoulders dropped. “What do you mean?”

The painter sighed. They took a seat and grabbed their water bottle. “They had lung cancer, but when the doctors found it, it spread to their blood.” They bit their bottom lip. Dick shifted onto his heels. Wally felt a little weak in the knees. “They don’t have long left, but they donated money for me to paint the lobby.” The painter smiled softly, eyes focused on the far wall. “They said it should give hope instead of dread.”

Wally glanced around the room in awe. His head hurt. Maybe Dick made a mistake and found the wrong person? This couldn’t have been the same person that shot the Flash in the knee. Could it? Wally rubbed his temple.

“It does lighten the room,” Dick said after a moment of silence. He looked at Wally. “We’ll just go take a peek to see if they’re awake.”

The painter nodded. “Yeah, go ahead. They’re down the hall. Left side, second door from the end.”

Wally turned and started walking. Dick jogged to catch up with him. “You okay?” Dick whispered as they neared Bloodline’s door.

“I don’t know.” Wally paused outside of the door and peeked through the window. It was Bloodline, no doubt about that, but it was a faded version of the person Wally remembered. Gaunt as a corpse, hair thin. They looked half in the grave. Wally swallowed hard. “It’s them.”

A weight lifted off Wally’s shoulders. He knew Bloodline was indeed out of the game as Batman said. A sigh escaped his lungs, taking away the fear and dread. “Is it bad I don’t feel terrible or sorry?”

Dick stood on his toes to peek in himself. “I don’t think so. I mean, if the man who killed my parents was where Bloodline is...I would feel relief. He can’t hurt anyone else, just like Bloodline can’t now.”

Wally nodded, blinking back the burning in his eyes. “Yeah, you’re right.” He swallowed hard. “Let’s go.”

“Closure.” Dick put his hands in his pockets as they walked back down the hall. “It makes everyone feel better for the most part.”

“I guess.” Wally felt lighter, so when he saw the painter again, he felt his charm turn on. “Hey babe, you taking a break anytime soon?”

The painter glanced at him, studying him carefully. “I take it they were asleep.”

“Yeah, and don’t mind him, he’s a dog,” Dick said, elbowing Wally in the side. Wally winced. Dick always did have sharp elbows.

“It’s okay.” The painter stood up and started to put away their paints. “I was about done for the day anyway and I suppose I could go for some ice cream. There’s a good place around the corner.” They looked at Wally. “If it helps, Bloodline is sorry for what they did.”

Wally blinked, wondering if he was that obvious. The painter just laughed and waved their hand. “You weren’t the first one to come,” they said calmly. “Honestly, I came looking for them too. They killed my grandfather when they raided Star Labs ten years ago. Then we got to talking and I got the commission to paint this.” They gestured to the walls.

“Hope,” Wally said, looking around. He blushed when he noticed the painter was watching him.

“Yeah, hope. I might call it that.” They looked around the room, smiling. Their eyes shined.

Dick looked at his watch. “Oops, I have to go home. Got a thing with my...guardian.” He sent a secret grin to Wally. Wally mentally noted that he owed Dick big for this. “I’ll have to take a rain check on that ice cream, but Wally here will still go. He’s boring.” Dick waved and ran off before Wally could protest.

The painter snorted, smiling at Wally. “So Wally huh? I’m (Y/N).”

“(Y/N), pretty name.” Wally beamed and offered to take their bag. They allowed him as they slowly walked to the elevators.

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oswednesday · 8 months

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that library posts reminded me of a while back, idk if you saw it but there was a popular post making rounds where someone was lamenting the fact that shopping malls, as public spaces, are dying in favor if ubiquitous online shopping and there was this reactionary commentary about how malls are just capitalistic crap there to sell you stuff they arent any better than amazon why don't you visit the library instead, and it's like I get the sentiment of like yeah it's a place to sell you stuff but once again I can tell you don't Go Places because malls are in fact, "free" public spaces in the sense that you DON'T actually NEED to spend money to enter, use the restrooms, congregate and socialize, especially ones with food courts, one of the few places teenagers can kinda freely hang out too and not get booted out for "loitering" (ymmv depending on the mall ofc, shrug), people also go there like deliberately to do around for exercise and stuff, and like comparing malls to libraries is apples to oranges like these aren't the same thing serving the same purpose, just because something is there to sell things doesn't make the entire entity a waste of space, idk?

i wish people got more into like understanding the monetary drive of a lot of libraries in our present day too and like how libraries treat loitering tm and stuff like that, like libraries can be a life line for unhoused people but anyone who is or was in that position can tell how it was a life line like wrangled out of the hands of the staff there, and like yeah its not like malls were/are any better for that but its like these two separate problems like exactly no one can just occupy their space and chill anywhere thats the point!!! like libraries where you cant bring food (you can do this but you know theyre like Rules and stuff to ignore), be loud, have to have forms of id and often money to use services? like, its just isnt a proper third space, its a civil academic space with rules and targeted services

i know its kind of the quintessential idealized third space in discussion but it isnt the 1980s anymore (the height of malls where this comparison exists in flesh and blood like go to the mall why not try a third space) but like what you've said malls are mostly husks now except for like world famous ones where people go to jog or rent out spaces to have a dentist office or film an urbex building, theyre over policed like everywhere, even more so than ever tbh of course, back to your point its a weird kind of like urban pastoral thing people do, like in the present day these things are different than they were and things arnt like, as clear cut tv perfect, theres a reason theres like queer libraries and anarchist libraries and its okay not to have any deeper understanding than libraries are dope but like asdfghj

like hey? a lot of libraries have you grovel to the librarian for keys for the bathroom but you can piss anywhere in the carcass of a mall i think people from big touristy places dont really understand hfhgf

#and of course this isnt booo anti libraries that would be insane this is just like

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smoov-criminal · 11 months

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Heya, this feels kinda awkward but I’m clueless who else I could ask :/

So I’m looking to buy a foldable offset cane. The one I already got myself only folds in half and is too long to fit in my usual backpacks/ messenger bag

The only place where I found cheap-ish offset canes that can be folded down to thirds/ fourths is Amazon. Amazon . Com to be specific

Now for the problem, I’m in Europe. I would need a credit or debit card to order off US amazon (they apparently changed that because I remember ordering there a few years ago with no hitch) – I already checked and it does ship to my location

I asked my US-based ex-gf whether she’d do me a solid if I venmo (or whatever) her the money but–

In case my ex says no, what options do I have? Most other cane sellers online either don’t have foldable offset canes at all or at a horrendous price where I can’t afford shipping/ import on top of.

I’m European and Europe-based but I have no clue where I could order a cane like I want “locally”, I would actually prefer not to buy from Amazon but since I struggle to even do that…

Like, I’d be happy with shop suggestions as well as suggestions who to turn to for ordering from the US

Idk, I just want a folding offset cane I can stash in my various everyday backpacks. :/

hm, i do live in the states so i don't know about what local resources there would be for you, but you could potentially have your ex or someone else that lives here to buy it for you and then ship it to you after they get it? you also may be able to add money or like an amazon gift card to use online. like have someone here buy the gift card and add it to your amazon account.

other than that im not sure i have more advice. if any of my followers have suggestions please add! i hope you can find something anon!

#answered #anon

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jxckyx3 · 1 year

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Hi!

There was a different prompt that was in this one, but I switched them out because it was smut and I wanted to give y'all some fluff instead since the last was smut.

😂

Anyways, here's the shot and I hope y'all enjoy!!

🍀💚🖤💚🍀

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Ship: Nogla harem

Top(s): Evan, Brian, Tyler, Jon & Marcel

Bottom: Nogla

AU: Team 6

Setting: GameStop

Type: Fluff

Warning ⚠️: The chapter you're about to read contains heavy swearing, name calling, mention of porn and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised.

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Third pov -

"So this is what they did with the place..." Evan muttered, stopping in the sidewalk to look up at the big yellow sign atop the black brick building.

Tyler hummed, nodding his head as he admired the newly built in light fixtures and the unbelievably clean windows.

"Yeah...you'd expect a Dollar Tree, or something useful." He replied, earning a snort of agreement from Brian.

"Anything's more useful t'an a GameStop." He commented.

Jon hummed, crossing his arms as he tilted his head with a huff.

"Well I think we should give it a try." He reasoned. That earned him small sounds of disgust from the group, making him laugh at the grimaces on their faces.

"I agree. They might have a few cool things in there." Marcel added, shrugging his shoulders at his friends.

Thw guys never really liked game stores. Let alone GameStops. The only reason they'd even step foot into a shop like that was if they needed to buy a new controller, or a new mouse pad.

But even so, they preferred online gaming on their PCs and buying stuff straight from Amazon. So there really was no need to do much in a gaming store than to browse around or just make fun of how much the geeks running the store put into designing the place with themes and such.

But the group had been bored, and wanted to check out the new place. The building in which was now a GameStop, had been abandoned and run down for over five years. A few weeks back, they had seen construction men fixing up the place and that was enough to draw their curiosity.

But now seeing it was a GameStop, they could care less about what was inside. They've seen enough of them to know exactly what hid inside those four brick walls.

"What's there to try? The bitter taste of rubber in the air whenever walking into a new store?" Evan deadpanned. Brain laughed at that, finding it all too true.

"Well, just to look around y'know? It could have new comics, Funko pops... Pokemon cards?" Marcel said, smiling as the last word had Tyler glancing away from his phone and hesitating.

"I could get that Mewtwo I need...chances are that it isn't possible...but the percentage of that happening aren't exactly slim either—"

"Okay don't get all technical on us. We'll just go in the damn store, shit." Evan huffed, not wanting to hear another mouthful of nerd talk by the American.

The others laughed as they followed Evan into the small shop, finally moving away from the center of the sidewalk.

As promised, upon walking through the double glass doors the men were hit by a subtle taste of rubber mixed with a lemon air freshener.

It wasn't exactly welcoming, but it was better smelling than most nerd-shops.

"Looked smaller on the outside." Jon commented, glancing around at the shoulder level shelves and walls filled with posters and framed pictures. Similar to the kind you'd see at a movie theater.

"Got that right. This place is massive." Brian sighed, knowing his roommates were gonna be here for at least half an hour.

Everything was tempting. From the sealed comics that were placed in organized display boxes like vinyls, to the thick books of fantasy lore and other nerdy books lined on dark brown shelves in the corner of the store, to even the in-perfect-condition Funko pops that had a home on the large wall; all lined up on white metal shelves.

Brian found himself drawn to those. At least hoping he'd spot something he didn't already have. And considering the shop was new and opened just yesterday, his hopes were high.

Evan wandered around the shop in a bored state. He didn't really care for many of the things this shop held like his friends did. Tyler wanted his pokemon, Brian his Funko's, Marcel his books, and Jon his comics.

Evan found himself wandering away just as the others had. But he instead walked over to the keyboards.

It wasn't like he needed any, but it wouldn't hurt to buy a backup in case Jon accidentally spilled milkshake in his office again.

The Canadian chuckled lightly, mentally making fun of the mousepads that were placed next to the RGB boards. They were absolutely atrocious. They even had a Hulk mouse pad with his popped out pecs being a place to rest your wrist in-between.

In sorta reminded him of the Deadpool one that Brian had. But instead of his chest, it was his butt.

A click of a door caught Evans attention, looking to his left to see three boxes with legs stumbling out of the storage room next to the checkout.

Well, that would be ridiculous for boxes to have legs. So it made much more sense when the boxes were set down and a tall lanky man sighed loudly in relief.

Evan watched as he swiped the back of his hand over his forehead. As if wiping non-existent sweat as he panted to catch his breath.

He found himself starting, not being able to look away from the being. He would have thought the man looked like any typical nerd. According to his dress, this is.

He wore a pair of dark green skinny jeans that were cuffed at the bottom to expose his ankles and have room to show his Vans. He had a green plaid flannel that was wrapped securely around his waist, had a grey undershirt and a black graphic T.

Not to mention the large headphones that were clearly blasting into his ears and the thick framed glasses that rested on his nose.

Typical nerd. But it wasn't what he was wearing that grabbed his attention. It was his features.

He had curly dark hair that framed his pale face, big green doe eyes that were lined with dark long lashes and pink full lips that just looked so soft.

He was too pretty to be a nerd. Or in Evan's book, he was. Yet, he fit all the categories to be one.

He had tiny green cat ears on his headphones, he wore a Green lantern ring on his middle finger and he wore a necklace that had a small Pikachu pendent. Not to mention the dorky dinosaur on his shirt.

He was definitely a nerd. Although, a cute nerd.

"Why are you looking at the keyboards? You have like, two more at home." Brian asked, stepping over to Evan with a Minions Funko in hand. He didn't necessarily think it was cool, but it looked funny, so he grabbed it anyways.

The others moved to Evan as well, some of them curious and some of them also admiring the display of custom boards. Jon even found himself looking at a Friday the thirteenth themed mouse pad.

"I don'... keyboard...cute guy." Evan managed to come up with. Not really paying mind to his friends as he kept his eyes glued on the geek. Who was now, unloading the newly shipped boxes of items to set them in the display shelves.

Brian followed his gaze, hearing the words 'cute guy' and that was enough. His expression was one that matches Evans. Disbelief.

But in less than a second, it was soon to fall to a more mischievous grin.

"Well then...who's this little—"

"Before ya start Brian, you're in no position to flirt right now. You're wearing Crocs, you left you badass leather jacket at home, your sweats have a dirty stain on your thigh and you're holding a Minions figurine. Nothing about you is attractive right now bro." Jon pointed out, saving Brian before he made an absolute fool of himself.

"He's got a point. You're every creepy man that lurks in the depths of every child's nightmare." Marcel added. Brian cursed in defeat, knowing his friends were right.

He hadn't cared to get ready this morning because they were only gonna get to-go breakfast at McDonald's and then head straight back home. He hadn't even intended on getting out of the car, but Jon saw the new place and insisted that they take a look.

Now Brian regretted even entering the damn place looking like such a mess. Especially now that he knew it had a cute worker.

"Yeah bud. Nice try." Tyler muttered, patting Brian's shoulder as the Irishman moved to hide behind his group of friends.

"Maybe you should've listened when I told you to shower this morning." Marcel butted in, earning a glare from his European roommate.

"I was gonna shower after breakfast!" He hissed quietly, trying not to attract the attention of the employee.

Alas, it was still early in the morning and nobody was pumped enough to browse a new GameStop before breakfast. They were the only ones in the shop—excluding the cute guy and the cashier behind the counter— so of course, they had drawn the attention of the geek despite him wearing headphones.

He looked up and it felt as if all time had stopped as his beautiful green eyes landed on them, causing them all to flinch or tense.

He smiled sweetly—despite their messy state due to just throwing on random clothes and heading out the door that morning— and gave them a friendly wave before going back to what he was doing.

He hadn't even looked disgusted by the way they looked. I mean, half of them were either still wearing pajamas and the other half had mismatched clothes.

Yeah, they were attractive. But a handsome face and a well built body could only do you so much when dressed like a literal hobo.

"Welp...I'm in love." Marcel whispered, accepting his fate, earning hums in agreement.

Over the next few days, the guys had came to visit the GameStop. Of course, this time around they made sure to shower and look somewhat presentable.

They never spoke to the worker, as they were just too shy. Of course, they've never had trouble with men before and even less with women. But despite that, they couldn't bring themselves to actually talk to the beautiful man.

Instead, they just watched from afar and admired silently. Observing.

They had learned the man's name as Daithi, or David. Frequently being called Nogla by the other employees and owner of the shop.

They hadn't heard him speak once. Usually giving short nods or shakes of his head whenever questioned about something. Or an occasional hum in response.

His job was to put away merchandise and organize the shelves. That much was obvious. And so far, he had done a pretty good job at it.

The shelves were neat, the merch was put on display beautifully and everything was easy to find. Wether it be a fandom or certain series of one.

He did his job well, that was for sure.

The guys refused to call their almost daily wandering-around-the-Gamestop, 'stalking'. It wasn't like they were following the guy home, trying to figure out his favorite things or even searching him up online.

They just simply liked the way he looked and the way he moved.

They find it adorable how he dances around the shop with his headphones on and the way he sways his hips to the unheard melody.

They love the way he looks like a literal nerd whenever the other employees brought in newly shipped merchandise and he ran towards them. Wanting to pick out anything good before the actual customers of the shop bought them off.

And let's not get started on how they find it hilarious how he's almost always in the Pokemon isle. Wether it be shuffling through the different kinds of cards of just messing with the Pokemon plushies.

Today was the same. Nogla was in the Pokemon isle, restacking the comics that had been tampered with by a couple of middle schoolers who were choosing a few.

Marcel had been the only one to come today. The guys only came in small groups or even one of them would show up a day. Just so that they didn't make it obvious they were stalking- observing, the man.

The shorter male did actually have a reason to come—other than the fact he wanted to admire Nogla.

He had broke his last mouse playing GTA with the guys last night. The mission had gotten very difficult and after ten times of retries the guys had gotten a bit heated.

It ended with a mouse being through thrown across the room, a water bottle being yeeted through a window and a hole the size of a fist being punctured into a desk.

And only one of those were done by Marcel himself.

So now here he is, back in the computer section like the last time he and the guys first saw Nogla.

He hadn't really been paying much mind to the worker. Seeing as he was still a tad bit angry from last night's recording session.

He walked around the corner of the shelves, moving to look on the other side. But he was so abruptly dragged out of his annoyed thoughts when he bumped into someone and the two came falling to the ground.

The thuds of books falling to the floor entered Marcel's ears as he groaned, rubbing his tailbone where it had made impact with the hard carpet floor.

"Ugh...fuck." A voice winced.

He looked up, finally seeing who he had crashed with. He was ready to curse them out. To yell at them and maybe, even throw a few punches if he was in the mood.

But he didn't, upon seeing Nogla.

The man was so much prettier up close. Blinking his green eyes in pain as he clumsily fixed his glasses. His headphones were knocked down from his ears to his shoulders, the legendary band Queen blasting through the black muffs and finally reaching Marcel's ears.

So that's what he had been listening to...

"Crap, 'm sorry. I should've been lookin' where I was goin'." He said apologetically when meeting Marcel's gaze.

For a second, the latter had to inhale deeply as he took in the strong Irish accent. Much like Brian's, but much richer.

He loved it.

"Ah, no you're cool dawg. I myself wasn't really paying attention either." He reassured, mentally thanking the Gods for not stuttering.

He sat up quickly, helping Nogla gather the thick novels before they stood up.

"Ye okay? It sounded like ya fell harder than me." Nogla chuckled nervously, taking the books Marcel handed to him.

Oh you have no idea how hard I fell for you, Marcel thought.

"No I'm fine." He smiled, glancing at the last books title before handing it over.

"Twilight. I like that one. Good story." He commented, hoping a little chit chat wouldn't hurt. Also, he questioned why a regular series of books would be in a GameStop.

It wasn't like there was games for the movies...were there?

"Ah- Ye know Twilight?" Nogla asked, tilting his head as a fond smile graced his lips. Marcel hummed, mentally thanking for all that is holy when the other turned his music down.

He hoped that meant he was down to talk further more.

"Yup. I didn't really get into it until my sister forced me to watch the first movie. But then I found myself watching the rest of them, and then soon I was just buying myself the whole damn series in books." Marcel sighed in embarrassment, earning a bubbly laugh from the Irishman.

"Well t'ats nice. We don't usually have men wandering over ta the love stories here. Usually women come by to buy the copies since it's cheeper than rentin' from the library." He explained, shifting the books in his arms.

"Pity. I love myself a good romance novel. My roommates hate when they find one laying around because then they get curious, read a paragraph, and then tease me about how sappy and cheesy it is." Marcel groaned, getting Vietnam-like flashbacks of the guys teasing him and making fun of him.

Nogla laughed again, and Marcel noted to himself that he could never get tired of hearing it.

"Well, t'ey aren't particularly wrong. Most romance novels are dramatized these days. But even then, I think it is te sappy emotion tat I like about 'em." He smiled. Marcel couldn't help but to smile back, feeling his cheeks burn up.

"Eh- sorry, I hadn't even been proper. My name's Nogla. Yours?" The taller broke the silence, sticking his hand out. Marcel refused to say 'oh I already know'.

"Marcel." He instead responded, taking hold and giving a gentle shake. Nogla's hands were soft and warm. He liked it.

"Well Marcel, would it be rude ta ask what ye're doing in a GameStop? Most people go ta the mall ta get video games or collectables." He said, raising a brow in curiosity.

"Not at all. Uh, but to be honest, it's cheaper here. Plus, it less crowded and doesn't smell like sweaty old people and rotten pizza." He explained. Half truth, but still wasn't a lie.

He preferred the GameStop over the mall or even the Walmart because not only was it cozy and had a nice feel, but also because it had Nogla.

"And I needed a new mouse. Threw my last one across the room and the thing shattered like glass." He admitted, glancing back to the mice that sat neatly on the shelves.

Nogla chuckled shifting his hips to the side with a knowing roll of his eyes.

"Videogame rage?" He asked. Now it was Marcel's turn to laugh, nodding in response.

"GTA with the boys never goes as planned. Especially when they're all as hot headed as I am." He sighed, earning a humm of agreement. And from the small huff that signified Nogla could relate, Marcel assumed he had been through his own rages for the game.

"A mission?" Nogla questioned.

"Yup." Marcel replied.

"How many retakes?" Nogla continued.

"More than I could count." Marcel huffed.

Nogla giggled at his words. And Marcel loved the way Nogla pushed his glasses up with his middle and ring finger. Finding it all too cute.

"Well if ye want I could help ya. I've done more missions alone t'an I could remember, so I probably did te one ye guys are on." He then offered.

Marcel froze at that, feeling that it was too good to be true.

"You want to hop into a lobby with a bunch of idiots and try to teach them common sense?" He asked hesitantly, earning a small laugh from the other.

"Sure why not? Got nothin' else ta do on the weekends. Wanna exchange phone numbers?"

It really was too good to be true...

"Sure!" Marcel exclaimed. A little more enthusiastic than he intended. Regardless, Nogla wasn't bothered by it. He smiled.

"Great! Uh, I'll just put t'ese away real quick then I'll give ya my digits." He excused, lifting up his stack of books.

"Oh, go ahead." Marcel smiled. Still a bit too happy as he fished his phone out of his pocket. Nogla shot him a quick smile before he was walking away towards the book shelves on the other side of the shop.

Marcel held in his excitement, only doing a series of victory punches once Nogla was out of sight.

A few days later, it seemed as if Marcel couldn't stop smiling.

Nogla had to work a few extra days over the next week because of how much attention the new shop was getting. He had been too tired to really game, so they rescheduled their session.

Despite that though, the two still stayed in touch. They called once a day and on the third, the guys were starting to question Marcel.

They assumed he was talking to an old friend that he had been reunited with or he had a new crush or girlfriend.

It didn't matter. Regardless, they wanted to know.

He gave them little to no input and didn't inform them on jack-shit about it. They were curious and the was no damn way he could just be so happy with whoever he was talking without at least telling him who it was.

Always laughing, joking around and even sometimes flirting.

They were happy for him of course, but it was irritating that he didn't tell them shit!

On the fourth day, only half a week since Nogla and Marcel exchanged numbers, the latter had gathered the guys around in the same lobby they started up from their last mission.

Since the last session, they needed time to cool off from the game and all games in general. So they hadn't played any video games other than maybe Clash on their phone.

They weren't entirely thrilled to be back in the same mission they had failed miserably on last time, but Marcel managed to convince them he had a game plan this time. Rather hsn just running in guns blazing.

Literally.

"So what's the deal. Why are ye so thrilled ta come back ta this one?" Brian asked, visually crossing his arms in the discord facetime.

Marcel hummed happily, ignoring the question just as he had done to the rest that were thrown his way.

"Ughh! Just tell us you fuck!" Tyler groaned, spinning in his chair lazily. Marcel laughed at that, shooting one last text to David before turning his attention to his friends.

"I got us a sixth player." He said finally. The guys all groaned or sighed in relief. It wasn't much, but at least it was a start.

"Okay, what's a sixth player gonna do? Make it easier?" Jon asked in question.

"Make it more chaotic, that's what it's gonna do." Evan muttered, earning hums of agreement from the rest. Marcel clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes at how stubborn his friends could be.

"No, it'll be helpful. He said he did lots of missions alone so I'm trusting his knowledge will help us." He explained, hoping he could get them all to see the bright side.

"Fine. I guess we could give it another try." Tyler said. Surprisingly, being the voice of reason despite being the one to throw his water bottle through the window.

"See! If Tyler agrees, you should all too." Marcel smiled, earning playful unheated glares from the discord.

A small bloop of a message in discord caught their attention, Marcel immediately opening it.

JerryCan#1- What's the code again? Sorry, I forgot :p

Marcel laughed at the username. He'd definitely need to ask Nogla the lore behind it.

"Wow, the dude can't even remember the code." Evan said jokingly.

"Shudd'up Evan." Marcel huffed without heat, earning the laughs of his friends.

BasicallyIDoWrk - it should be called Team 6. I renamed it since I'm adding you in

JerryCan#1 - oh Marcel you shouldn't have. I'm honoured =⁠_⁠=

BasicallyIDoWrk - shut up and get in here dipshit

JerryCan#1 - >:O

BasicallyIDoWrk - David.

JerryCan#1 - okay okay I'm coming >⁠.⁠<

Marcel chuckled lovingly as he leaned back in his chair, shaking his head at the texts. He just loved the little keyboard emojis Nogla made

"David? Isn't that the name of the guy at the GameStop?" Brian asked, staring at the profile that popped up in their discord. They were muted, but the guys could clearly see the texts Marcel shared with them in their group chat.

He must've added them there before adding them into the game.

"Psh, imagine if Marcel did manage to get him to play with us. He'd hate us the second he hopped in." Jon smiled, earning a few laughs.

"Not possible. Marcel doesn't have the balls to talk to him." Tyler retorted. They burst into even more laughter. Marcel just grinning as the added profile was unmuted and in popped another camera into the facetime.

"Hey Marcel! Sorry fer being a bit late. Te camera was fuckin' me over." Nogla's voice cut the group off, all going into a deafening silence as they looked up at the added screen.

The Irishman was fixing a few things on his desk, pushing his glasses up before looking up at waving at the rest.

"Naw it's cool. Tech issues are always a problem with these idiots." Marcel reassured him, gesturing around as if pointing to the guys in the other screens.

Nogla laughed at that. The sweet sound startling the guys back into reality.

"No! My last tech issue was because ye fucks were busy watchin' porn on every available device and got me a feckin' virus!" Brian defended himself, sitting up straight to do so.

"Hey, that was only Jon okay? I had no part in that." Evan stated calmly, rolling his eyes as he reached for the bag of chips on his desk.

"Hey! That was one time because I lost my phone! A man has his needs!" Jon exclaimed, looking more annoyed than embarrassed at this point.

"No that was three times. You did it on my computer too." Tyler pointed out, in agreement with Brian.

"Well maybe if ya didn't lock me outta my room, I wouldn't have ta jerk my dick in yours!" Jon huffed in defeat. Brian laughed at that.

"Ye deserved it fer eatin' all my edibles." He shot back, raising a brow at his screen.

"Well maybe ya should've shared. Or better yet, not leave your shit around." Jon muttered, taking a sip from his water bottle.

"It had my name on it, ye fuck." Brian stated.

"You know I don't care for that shit. If I see food, I eat it. You should all know this by now." He said in defense, nodding to himself as if it was common sense.

"See what I mean by 'idiots'?" Marcel suddenly asked, turning his gaze away from the other screens to look at Nogla.

The rest had completely forgotten he was there, having been invested in their own arguments.

Nogla snorted, closing his eyes and resting the back side of his hand over his mouth. As if holding in any more laughs from slipping.

He then eventually gave up and let out a small giggle, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Well I wouldn't say they were te brightest." He admitted shamelessly. Marcel and him laughed at the faked offense that washed over their faces, curses and profanities thrown Nogla's way as if they've known him for years.

"Shit, t'at was harder than I thought it'd be." Nogla sighed, stretching his arms over his head as the others groaned in agreement.

"But hey, at least nothin' was broken. No tech, no windows, no tables." He threw in, chuckling quietly as the guys all shot their eyes to Marcel's screen.

"Jesus Mar, how much did ya tell this guy?" Brian asked. Genuinely concerned.

Now that they knew Nogla was the one Marcel had been talking to over the past week, it was hard for them to know how much he had told him.

What if he told Nogla about them? What if he exposed their secrets and embarrassing moments?

"Nothing much." Marcel grinned devilishly, earning genuine glares that Nogla mistook for playful.

"At least nothing too horrible." Nogla chimed in, drawing back the attention again as he stood up.

It wasn't like the guys could help staring as he walked away from the camera to grab something. Having noticed that he was wearing black jogging shorts that were a little too short for their brains to process.

He then came back and sat back down, taking his glasses off and pulling his hair back with a headband.

As if he couldn't get any cuter, it had tiny cat ears just like his headphones.

"Well it's late, I should be gettin' ta bed before I go ruining my sleep schedule again. Hey- actually, I don't have work tomorrow. Wanna go get breakfast together?" He asked, his lively green eyes shooting back up to them with that equally as lively smile.

"Ah- us? You want to go hangout with us? In person? After all we've been through on this shitty game?" Tyler asked, confused as to how this adorable innocent man wanted to spend more time with them.

Nogla laughed at that, nodding his head as he reached down and pulled a small dog in his lap, petting behind it's ears.

"Mhm! Why not? Ye don't wanna?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

"No, we do!" Evan said. A bit more immediate than intended.

"But are you sure you can handle us? I mean playing with us is one thing. Meeting up with us is another. We could possibly get you killed." He continued playfully. The guys went along, humming and nodding rapidly in agreement.

Nogla just smiled at that, looking around as of pondering over his options.

"Well then... It'll probably be te most satisfying death anyone had ever had." He laughed. The guys didn't know what to say to that, finding it sort of sweet. So instead of responding, they just laughed along.

"Alright. Goodnight David." Marcel sighed happily, feeling accomplished in himself.

"Night Mar. Night lads." Nogla called, waving and giving them one last smile before his screen cut off and the sound of him leaving the discord filled the room.

"Marcel, you suck." Brian then said, immediately earning a scoff of confusion.

"What do you mean?! I got the cute geek from the GameStop to play with us!" He huffed.

"Yeah, but you waited a whole week before telling us that." Tyler added into Brian's words, only earning more hums of agreement from the guys.

Marcel chuckled lightly, rolling his eyes.

Ungrateful little shits.

Well at least he got Nogla all to himself before throwing him into the hell of which is his roommates.

He glanced at the lobby name as the guys continued to bicker, reading the white bold letters.

Team 6. Sounded a lot better than Team 5, that's for sure. It had a nice ring to it. It felt more accurate. More natural.

It felt right.

"I'm gonna fuck him first. I call dibs."

Marcle flinched at that, coming back to his friends having heard those words from Brian.

"What?!" He shouted.

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Hi!

More dialogue than action, but hey. My phone was on the brink of dying, so here ya are!!

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Anyway, I hoped you guys liked it and find yourself still coming back for more!!!

Stay healthy, stay safe, stay beautiful!!

Until next time my loves.

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🍀💚🖤💚🍀

- Jacky

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Featured or mentioned characters:

Main -

Nogla - Nogla, David, Daithi

VanossGaming - Evan

BasicallyIDoWrk - Marcel, Mar

H2ODelirious - Jon

IAmWildcat- Tyler

Terroriser - Brian

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